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Post by Headphone Actor on May 8, 2018 12:37:27 GMT -5
Danica Rhea Fagin Daughter of Dodger and Rita
"What's unflattering is how that nasty furball treats everyone!" Danica pointed out, although the growl had left her voice. Tia was right. It was ridiculous to let the Bête girl ruffld her fur like that. At least, to that extent. Somewhat calmed by her cousin's presence, she continued on to explain the situation.
"She pushed one of the little ones - Simone, you know - into that big fountain outside." Simone Brown was a member of their pack, and just a little girl, more or less. She could be mildly annoying, in an endearing way, and like most of the younger members of Auradon's pack, Danica saw her as a younger sibling.
"She'd been following Bella around, asking her questions, you know how she gets, and then boom - in the fountain." The dog's fist clenched at the thought. Bella had claimed it was an accident, but Dani wasn't so sure about that.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 8, 2018 14:40:45 GMT -5
Bella Bête daughter of belle and king beast
What was this thing trying to accomplish? She had already been pestered today by that dumb dog girl, whatever her name had been. Bella had effectively gotten rid of the pup, but now she was faced with yet another obstacle that was making her just as annoyed as earlier. She huffed. Couldn't she be left in peace for once?
As the odd creature continued speaking in its annoying voice, Bella glanced around. Nobody was around. Nobody would be there to see what she was about to do. Or as far as she knew nobody was around. To her that's all that mattered.
Leaning down the blonde picked up the odd contraption, looking at it through narrowed eyes. She had told it to beat it and yet it was still here, still asking her questions. It made her think of what had happened earlier today when that bratty dog girl kept asking her questions over and over again. Couldn't anything see that she was a busy person and didn't have time for such questions? "How about this for a refusal," she huffed under her breath as she walked over to the nearest trash can and, quite harshly, threw the odd creature inside, staying around long enough to watch it fall with an obvious thud at the bottom of the can. That should take care of whatever that thing was.
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Post by CreamCrow on May 8, 2018 20:03:35 GMT -5
Berlin Silverlake daughter of Bolt and Mittens Berlin thought back to when the students left. It was an arrange of kids going to the Isle, and why, Berlin didn't know. Maybe Auradon was a little too perfect for them, but going to the Isle even for some balance was insane. The white dog was absolutely certain if Auradon was too perfect, the Isle was too imperfect for anyone to go. If one had to choose, at least stick with the perfect option.
She sill nodded in agreement. "I hear ya." Things had been quiet, with the exception of the one group who seemed to be unable to get into anything but trouble. She had heard about the incident earlier and was just glad she had not witnessed the deadly roomba. On the other side, it had only been a day since almost 20 kids left Auradon. There hadn't been much time for something major to happen yet.
When he mentioned trying to to find something fun to do, she went thinking. She had went thinking before he addressed her. What was fun to do on Auradon? Light brown eyes sparkled with an idea. A side hobby of hers along with acting, surfing,, and skating was skating's love child with ice skating : roller skating. She found it easier to learn than any of the before mentioned, plus it was fun and simple. She couldn't help but to suggest it, "I think I may have an idea, Carmelo my friend. Have you tried roller-skating around the school? It's at very least a temporary distraction if you're up for up."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 10, 2018 2:02:20 GMT -5
Darcy Dollie Duck Daughter of Donald & Daisy Duck
What had Toby done? Picked up a black cat and walked under a ladder while breaking a bunch of mirrors? Darcy wasn’t exactly superstitious, but she had heard some stories that lead to there being a bit of belief in those superstitions. Either way, Darcy wasn’t taking any chances. Maybe Toby was the bad luck charm. The thought made Darcy pause, scooting a little further away, just in case his bad luck was contagious. After all, Montez got a cracker stuck under his eyelid, that could’ve been Toby’s bad luck rubbing off on him.
However, after reminding herself that that wasn’t very likely, the daughter of Donald and Daisy Duck calmed down and stood up. ”Yeah, why don’t you go sit down for a while, Toby? Grab some crackers or gummy worms and relax,” she told him, pointing a finger over to the snack table. ”Just don’t like, choke or something.” Actually, gummy worms sounded really nice right now.
Obviously, Darcy had to get some gummy worms for herself. Which is exactly what she did. With a quick waddle towards the snack table, Darcy snatched up a bag of gummy worms and took one out, tearing the “head” right off the sour gummy worm’s body. There weren’t a whole lot of gummy worm bags out, but you know what they say, the early bird catches the worm.
Finishing off the last of the first gummy worm, Darcy tore into another as she made her way over to her shelf. The thing had been wobbling a lot lately, with the screws coming loose, but to have it break right then with Toby right there couldn’t be a coincidence, at least not in her book. Darcy took one good look at the bookshelf before shaking her head as she brought another sour gummy worm up to her mouth to tear this one’s head off. ”Yeah, Toby, m’dude, you’re totally jinxed or something,” she decided while scanning the broken bookshelf, idly finishing off her gummy worm and pulling another out of the bag, this time waving it by Montez, in case he wanted the snack.
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Post by CreamCrow on May 10, 2018 22:29:14 GMT -5
Adrian Benjamin Amable Blaise Arthur Bete son of Beauty and the Beast
One and a half hours in the library didn't sound much fun to most. Organizing library books for the librarians in a quiet place didn't seem all that appealing either. Spending the next half hour studying in said place did not seem to be fit in the fun activities corner either. Despite these commonly felt beliefs, Adrian had spent the total of two hours doing just that. Even worse, Adrian had actually enjoyed it.
Though that wasn't an odd fact for this particular child of King Beast and Queen Belle. Adrian Bête believed he had heard one of the other students at Auradon mention that little fact. Not his hobby of studying for classes quite, rather that the prince could only be found in one of two places out of class hours. The library and his room. And recently, Adrian had taking more of a liking to the library. It had absolutely nothing to do with the roommate situation. No. Absolutely nothing. Not at all that one of his roommates was known across the school- Adrian would doubt if all of Auradon knew- to be the unluckiest kid. The other was from a different dimension. Supposedly a 'boy princess,' whatever that was supposed to mean, who seemed to be drawn towards chaos. It wasn't as if it made the room Adrian was staying in any less comfortable, leaving the only place to be be the library.
Which Adrian didn't mind nearly as much. A nice quiet place to study. Quiet other than Adrian's tapping. Whether it be fingers on the table, pencil on paper, or his foot on his chair. He wasn't able to stop it either, it left him to jittery and too tense to focus on his work. He was certain the only reason the librarians ever put up with him was because he actually helped in the library. And the fact he was a prince of Auradon.
And despite this, Adrian was on his way to his unfortunately shared room. The library shutting down for the rest of the day as they were getting new books and the librarians needed to focus on sorting through it. Which was stupid to kick everyone out- and by everyone, Adrian was referring to himself. Adrian would have been willing to put effort into that. It'd be something more useful to do than re-looking over previous notes for classes he had down, but now that was all he had to do. Perhaps he could take some time to practice with his violin. It was easier to call it practice than something for fun anyway. Practice was at least productive in a sense. Encouraging skills than doing it for.... nothing.
When Adrian entered the room, he hardly paid attention to the girl in there. The princess of the dimension of Mewni, the younger sister to his roommate, equally a bother. Despite this not being her room, she had decided it was a wonderful idea to spend time in there. Because of her brother. Perhaps he should of thought something strange of her being in here without her brother, but her general presence in the room was to be expected by now. That is why he simply ignored whatever words she mumbled out to place the books and notes on his bed.
Her mumbling consisted, which seemed to be even more irritating than Adrian's own habits. With a deep intake of breath, he turned around to glare at the girl only to see the true scene in front of him. The Mewni princess was on the floor. With his violin next to her face. Adrian seriously hoped what he was seeing wasn't true. Without hiding any irritation in his voice, he fiercely asked, "What the hell are you doing with my violin?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 11, 2018 11:49:00 GMT -5
Tatiana Gisela Petit Daughter of Georgette & Tito
Letting Danica vent for longer, since the girl clearly needed it, Tia flipped the page of her magazine, eyes gazing upon the articles and stupid quizzes spread out in front of her. ”Your true teen identity...” she muttered under her breath, reading the title of the quiz. Now, Tia didn’t actually care for or believe in the quizzes available to her in the magazine, however that didn’t mean she wasn’t a bit curious, and curiosity lead to her reading further and silently answering the questions because clearly, she had to know now.
Tatiana got about two questions in when Danica mentioned what Bella had done. Instantly her hands tightened as they fiercely gripped the magazine, paper crunching underneath her sharp fingernails. With a huff, the small girl sat up and threw the magazine aside. It fell on the other side of her bed, all wrinkled and crinkly, but Tatiana hardly cared about that right now.
The dog girl looked to her cousin, eyes narrowing in growing anger. ”She pushed little Simone into the fountain?” she asked, anger already bubbling up inside her. Now she knew where Danica’s own anger stemmed from. Tatiana was fiercely protective of the young dog girl, she was part of the pack and simply needed a little guidance. Bella should treat her better. Simone had done nothing to the princess-witch before, only admired her. To think that Bella was so ungrateful that she had caught the attention and admiration of Simone was infuriating for Tia. ”That b-“ Tia stopped herself there, taking a deep breath before she could growl out the word any further. - She had just chastised Danica for growling after all. -
Swearing was not very lady like and Tia was a lady. Though clearly, Miss Bella Bête was not.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 11, 2018 13:09:51 GMT -5
Carmelo Dorian Rivera Son of Dante & Collette
Rollerskating around the school.
At first the thought didn’t register with Carmelo. Sure he had done some rather crazy stunts before, but for the most part, Carmelo stuck to filming whatever else it was that other people would do. Like death by Roomba, or Here On Auradon, to name a few recent ones. Very rarely had Carmelo thought of actually participating in something a little more wild.
Though it was possible Berlin was thinking something on a more tame level, because Carmelo had ideas and each one was more fun yet reckless than the last. Usually by now, he’d back out. Usually there was someone there to tell him no and to go sit down. However there wasn’t this time. Berlin had even been the one to suggest the idea. So, pretty soon the dog boy grinned and sat up.
He looked over to Berlin, a wide, goofy, dog like grin plastered upon his face, if he had a tail it would surely be wagging by now. ”That sounds like a lot of fun! Let’s do it,” he agreed enthusiastically. However then another thought came to him, one that made the son of Dante and Collette pause.
Carmelo looked down, his old ecstatic grin now replaced by a remorseful frown. ”Only thing is, I don’t have any roller skates,” he admitted with a loud, sad whine. If he didn’t have roller skates, he couldn’t really skate around the school, now could he? Hmmm...
Roller skates....skate....skateboard!
Maybe he could skate around the school after all.
As if a lightbulb had gone off just above his head, Carmelo looked back up and grinned at Berlin. ”I have a skateboard though! I can use that, we can still skate around the school and get into all sorts of trouble!” Carmelo told her, all too happy now that he had found a solution to their roller skates problem.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 15, 2018 14:40:17 GMT -5
Stella Butterfly daughter of star and marco
For a while there the Mewni princess had no idea that somebody had walked into the room. She was too busy trying to get the darn violin strings off of her tongue. It was starting to hurt.
A whine slipped from her as she struggled around on the floor some more, her head shaking back and forth only to stop as it hurt her tongue all the more. This was when she noticed the presence of somebody else in the room. Hope flickered on her face and swelled in her chest. ”Stharos?” She asked hopefully. As soon as her brother’s name came out she realized it wasn’t him or Toby, rather it was Adrian Bête.
Crap.
Stella felt her body tense when his sharp gaze rested on her. She tried her best to smile, but with her tongue stuck in the strings of his instrument the gesture was rather hard to pull off. Instead it looked more like a grimace. ”Lickthed thiolin, got sthtuck,” she admitted rather weakly. Out of all the people that could have walked into the room at this moment it just had to be Adrian. Why couldn’t it have been Toby? She could have, like, “accidentally” kissed him or something as he tried helping her get her tongue out. That would have been awesome if she could have pulled that off. The thought alone made the Mewman blush, her cheeks turning a shade darker than they already were. If she wasn’t in such an awkward position right now she would have probably giggled. Get back on track here, Stella. Snap out of it.
The daughter of Star and Marco pushed aside all thoughts of Toby. She continued staring at Adrian. ”Help?” She asked, hoping that the prince boy would do as much for her. Perhaps she deserved to be stuck in the strings for letting herself follow up on such a foolish impulse, but surely Adrian would help her. If he wanted his instrument back he had no choice in the matter. Then a thought hit her. Magic. She had magic. While her brother was the true princess of Mewni and had the wand to prove it, she still possessed the Butterfly family magic. In fact, she could already dip down and did so efficiently, already having the ability to control most of her magic. The use of magic wasn’t allowed in Auradon, though, and doing it in front of the son of the king probably wasn’t a good idea, either. So Stella huffed. Magic would be her last resort. If Adrian didn’t help her and Saros or Toby didn’t come within the next five minutes she would have no choice but to use magic to free her tongue and be rid of the vile violin that had captured her.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 15, 2018 14:41:33 GMT -5
Montez Rivera Tragoudó son of miguel and calliope
When it came to superstitions Montez was a pretty firm believer. A lot of it had to do with who his parents were. His father had been to the land of the dead, had hung out with the skeletons of his family. That was superstition enough. His mother was a Muse, a goddess of epics and poetry. By his mother he was related to other Greek gods and goddesses, figures who were thought to only be myths by some. That was superstition. Practically his whole being revolved around superstitions and myths. If he didn’t believe in them, if he didn’t believe in the supernatural, then he wouldn’t believe in himself.
It was very plausible to him that Toby could be cursed. Why the fox boy was cursed was another story, though. The only person Montez could think of that would want to put a curse on specific people was Bella Bête and even then the demigod boy had no idea why the stuck up princess would want to put a curse on Toby. She had never been interested in the fox boy. He wasn’t a prince or anything close to that. The blonde just simply would not be interested in Toby. She probably didn’t even know that he existed.
As he continued cleaning up the bookshelf mess, he couldn’t help but chuckle at Darcy’s words. Montez glanced up, amusement in his brown eyes. ”Please don’t choke. Nobody wants to deal with that.” How would they even explain that? Montez had no idea and he didn’t feel like trying to figure it out, either.
Now finished with putting the books up and somewhat steadying the now broken bookshelf, Montez turned to see that Darcy had gotten up to grab a bag of gummy worms. Of course this made the young man want a few of his own, so he took no time in accepting the candy worm from Darcy when she offered it.
He quickly tore off the head of the gummy worm, humming contently as he did. He was a sucker for sweets, that was for sure. He finished off his worm and then glanced toward Darcy. ”Maybe next time we have a club meeting I should bring some sweets. Maybe bring some sopapillas or some diples. I’ve been trying to get better at those anyway.” Montez had always been a fan of cooking and baking, especially when it came to making authentic Mexican or Greek food. And who knows, maybe his cooking would give Toby good luck for once.
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Post by CreamCrow on May 15, 2018 20:44:59 GMT -5
Berlin Silverlake daughter of Bolt and Mittens
The dog went through a flurry of emotions. Excitement, disappointment, hard thinking, and back to excitement. The skateboard would still work, and it made Berlin slightly more excited. She did not yet have a personal skateboard, but Berlin was aiming to get one soon. She was glad to say she did know how to skateboard at least, and she wasn't just going to get one for the sake of doing it. She knew how to roller skate extremely well on one hand, but only semi-recently has Berlin learned how to skate. Thanks to none other than the dog facing him.
She was extremely grateful about it as well. She believed when she first asked she was doing something that required knowing how to skate. Even after she didn't need it anymore, Berlin honestly liked being on wheels and ended up asking Carmelo to help her more. He was more than glad to share that knowledge and it had been fun hanging with him as she learned.
"Perfect. I just need to go grab my roller skates, and you you're skateboard? Unless you already have it with you. In either case, want to join me on at least going to go get them and then potentially getting your board before we start any trouble," Berlin suggested. She rarely played a part in trouble, and she doubted she would be reprimanded too harshly for doing so.
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Post by Headphone Actor on May 16, 2018 21:42:35 GMT -5
Honoka Vienna Hamada Daughter of Hiro Hamada and Vanellope von Schweetz
"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
Honoka was horrified, mortified, terrified.
She was...vaulting over the trashcan she'd been hiding behind, somehow, miraculously, clearing it and even managing to tip the trash can over that imprisoned her Maxie with a well-aimed kick.
Her precious son had just been thrown in the trashcan. He had only been trying to help and Bella had thrown him away like some kind of toy. That was rude and she would not stand for it. Barkmax was her child and her magnum opus, and he did not deserve this kind of barbaric treatment.
Bella would recognize the (honestly weird and extra) girl dropkicking the trashcan imprisoning Barkmax. Honoka Hamada, her little brother's girlfriend, and honestly, never looking this angry.
"My sensors indicate a raised level of the hormone, epinephrine, which usually rises in the face of danger and anger. Would you like a warm hug or to release stress by throwing me a ball?" The little beandog had escaped prison without a scratch, but under a discarded banana peel, and he rolled up to his creator, bumping lightly against her leg.
"Barkmax, your services are not currently required." What Honoka really wanted to do was plant her fist into Bella's nose, not get a warm hug or throw a ball. Unless she was hugging Bella in a straightjacket or throwing a ball at her face. The little bean desisted his bumping, then, scooting off to wander the campus some more.
"Your services are not currently required. Your services are not currently required. That is all you had to say, and Maxie would have moved on and left you alone. He is a robot. He doesn't understand shoo. He doesn't deserve being thrown away like trash." Was she maybe overstepping her bounds by lecturing the princess of the entirety of Auradon? Yeah, more than likely. But she didn't care. She was furious, her face cherry red from sheer disbelief and rage, and Adrian would probably be hearing all about his beast of a sister, later.
Poor boy.
"How would you like it if someone took something you've poured all your effort and time into and tossed it in the trash?!" Surely this would get through to Bella?
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Post by CreamCrow on May 16, 2018 22:50:45 GMT -5
Adrian Benjamin Amable Blaise Arthur Bete son of Beauty and the Beast
"You- You licked my violin?" Adrian found it hard to believe. But there was the evidence sitting right in front of him. Stella was crouched over his instrument of choice unable to speak clearly because in between the strings was her tongue. He was in part disgusted as he used the instrument and now he would have to wash it to get off her tainted touch.
He could leave. He could pretend as though he hadn't just talked to her. Adrian could find a different place to try and focus on studying. Perhaps he could find Honoka. She was probably doing something interesting to help distract Adrian from what was happening. It wasn't as though he could walk out with his violin to practice either. But there was the issue. Had she licked anything other than one of Adrian's well-liked possessions, he would leave. He wouldn't need to be concerned with it. But that was his violin that she got herself stuck in.
On one hand, he was tempted to leave her to fix it herself. On the other, he didn't want her to break the strings. With a highly concentrated sigh, Adrian tried to not show nearly as much irritation as he could, "Fine. I'll help- but only because I don't want my violin harmed more than it already is."
Adrian moved over to her to see how he would even be able to get her out of that. With a heavy glare, he added in, "And after you get unstuck, Do. Not. Touch my things ever again. Understand?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 17, 2018 0:41:13 GMT -5
Darcy Dollie Duck Daughter of Donald & Daisy Duck
Darcy ravenously murdered another gummy worm by tearing off it’s head and devouring it. She was running out by now, she might have to go back for seconds with the gummy worms, actually. She probably didn’t need it, but Darcy had a fondness for the snack. In fact, she had a liking for all the snacks she had bought for the club meeting today. Fish crackers, gummy worms, Peeps, and of course a loaf of bread because no meeting was complete without a whole loaf of bread.
The duck girl glanced back over towards the snack table where Toby was standing with a cup of fish crackers and a peep or two in his hands. Honestly, the more Darcy thought about it, the more she realized that she had definitely gotten too many snacks. The Battleshippers were a decent sized club, though it was never obligatory for anyone to show up to meetings. Sometimes they had a lot of people and other times they had three. As co-founder of the ship centric club, it was a little disappointing at times. However at least a few people always showed up. Toby was a good example of that. It was rare that the fox boy wouldn’t be there for the meetings. Then of course the two that could always be counted on were Darcy herself, and her good dudefriend, her partner in crime: Montez. So long as they showed up, the club kept going and that’s what was important.
Shaking her head slightly, Darcy looked back to Montez. ”You wanna bring the snacks next time? That’s fine by me, you make the best food,” she told him with a grin. Darcy couldn’t bake or cook anything. She’d boil toast and burn water, but Montez had always been good at the whole baking stuff. Darcy trusted him to make some better treats than her cheap snacks she bought last minute.
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Post by tess ✿ on May 17, 2018 0:45:01 GMT -5
<iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 251px; top: -114px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_17311499" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 154px; top: -17px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_67458019" scrolling="no"></iframe> <iframe width="3" height="3" style="position: absolute; width: 3px; height: 3px; z-index: -9999; border-style: none; left: 251px; top: -17px;" id="MoatPxIOPT0_75367560" scrolling="no"></iframe> Cordelia Bête daughter of Belle and [presumably] Beast
Perhaps she should be horrified by the prospect of someone having not read Harry Potter, as her dear Laurie was so obviously oblivious to the meaning behind the pop-culture reference, but there was a small part of Lia that was sick and twisty - a part that reveled in this fictitious insight and the prospect of toying with the poor boy. Was it really so wrong that the princess needed a little bit of mischievous f*uckery in her day-to-day life to keep herself entertained?
"Now Laurie, this knowledge is top-secret." Warned Lia seriously, giving the boy an almost patronizing glance over her shoulder. "I trust you'll keep it to yourself. If not, well...you've seen the kinds of books I read. Preeeetty heavy, if I do say so myself. Could be a little...dangerous, in the wrong hands." She trailed off ominously, offering nothing more on the matter. Nothing about this was top secret - she'd learned all of it within her first year. It was probably common knowledge. But damn it, right now she was Hermione and she was gonna play the goddamn part. And that meant keeping secrets and threatening bodily harm; death by encyclopedia.
The passageway ended and they found themselves face to face with a huge painting - a bowl of fruit. The back entrance to the kitchen. "Alright now, Laurie. Here's what you have to do - tickle the pear." She was so serious, her voice so deadpan as she made the request. "I'm serious, go on. Tickle the pear - when it giggles, it'll morph into a giant green door knob. That's how we get into the secluded portion of the kitchens." With that, Lia stepped back and crossed her arms tightly over her chest. Her blue gaze bore into his for a moment, and she nodded her head towards the door. She didn't need to say anything, her eyes said it all - do it, do it, do it.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 17, 2018 11:43:53 GMT -5
Carmelo Dorian Rivera Son of Dante & Collette
By the time Berlin had started to talk again, Carmelo was already up to his feet and brushing off his shorts, a large smile across his face. ”I’ll have to stop by my room to grab my skateboard, but it shouldn’t take long. I’ll meet you in front of the school so we can get this started, yeah?” Carmelo questioned, looking to Berlin for a moment or so to make sure she was on board, and then he was gone. Already sprinting off towards the school to get what he needed. This was going to make a great video for his channel...Though he’d probably have to ask someone else to film it since he was going to be in it this time...ah, small potatoes, he could worry about that later.
Now the dog boy had gotten quite far before he came to a halt as he watched Bella throw some cute bean dog into the trashcan. Rude. Beandog was too cute for trash. However that was nothing compared to what happened next, and Carmelo was lucky enough to have pulled out his phone in time to film it as Honoka Hamada pulled out some super cool moves, kicked the trash can, and started snapping at Bella.
His eyes widened, keeping the camera on his phone focused on the scene before him as it played out. A small chuckle escaping him. ”This is great,” he whispered happily to himself. To think that with just a few days, Carmelo had already gotten some quality videos just from random shenanigans his schoolmates did.
Was this a detour from his attempt to get his skateboard? Yes. But was it completely and utterly worth it? Also yes.
After he was sure the brunt of it was over, he pocketed his phone. ”Woohoo! Nice kick! Next time aim for the blonde though!” He shouted to the two girls and then once again took off running. Now back on track and determined to get his skateboard to cause some trouble of his own for a change.
It took him a little longer than intended to actually get the skateboard, considering he had to stop and film a bee video in the middle of it, but soon he had grabbed his skateboard and made his way back to the front of the school to meet up with Berlin and have some fun.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2018 14:02:44 GMT -5
Selene Sapphire Dwarf Daughter of Sneezy
The short girl ran her fingers through her dark hair as she tugged each side into a braid, then pulled them back with the high ponytail. She fastened it all at the top of her head with a hair band then clipped her blue and gold bow into place. She fixed her skirt and smoothed out her top before pulling on her white sneakers and lacing them up. Running the cheer through her head a dozen times she knew it better than her own name, but she continued to run it through again anyways. She couldn't screw up not with the Bete's watching her. She'd never live it down if she was the screw up. No. Selene you got this.
Taking a deep breath she left the locker room and grabbed her pom poms on the way out. It had seemed like she was alone before, but she was just in her own mind. There were several people around her. Looking from side to side she plastered her cheerleader smile on her face and all but bounced the whole way onto the field with the team. She cheered and waved her pom poms to help the stands get excited. This wouldn't be all bad. Auradon Prep loved their tourney team, even if it was just a scrimmage and the team got no points.
Following the captain's calls she moved with her team and they did their opening cheer before the game started. Her smile never left her face as she chanted and cheered and danced along to the routine. She even kept her calm and happy expression as she was tossed in the air. Being small she was an excellent flyer because the bases could toss her like a literal doll. She wasn't even dwarf sized. She was 5'1" and petite, but that just meant she was still small enough to be a flyer. Kick, turn, flip, twist, cheer, kick, jump, kick, twist, and final pose. Her heart hammered in her chest as she was held in the air by her bases and shook her pom poms. As the band started playing she was lowered down and they walked to the sidelines as the tourney team came out onto the field. She took a drink of water and fell in line for sidelines and the smile returned to her face. Whoever said cheerleading wasn't work was clearly not a cheerleader.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2018 15:00:39 GMT -5
Bethany "Bettie" Benitoite Dwarf Daughter of Bashful
The blonde dwarf adjusted her bow and then reapplied her light pink lipstick. A few of the girls wished her good luck and she just offered them a little smile, but didn't speak back. She wasn't one for many words. Unless their name was Eloise. Her older gorgeous girlfriend.
The thought of her girl made her smile. She'd be sitting in the stands watching her cheer. That made her perk right up. She fixed her bow one last time and hurried over to grab her pom poms and head out onto the field. She saw her cousin ahead of her, but didn't take much notice. Selene was far prettier with her bright eyes and chocolate hair, while Bettie had pin straight blonde hair and dark green eyes.
Taking a deep breath she decided not to worry herself with looking like her perfect cousin, but focusing on the routine. She had it down. She loved this. Cheerleading made her very happy. The routine flowed through her like a river. It was basic nature for her. She didn't need to practice as much as the other girls, but she never bragged. That was just rude, like a few of the other cheerleaders she knew.
By the time she finished the routine she had searched the entire stands for her girlfriend, Ellie wasn't there. Which was weird. Ellie always came to her games. Maybe she was running late. Or maybe she'd just missed her. As they hurried over to the sidelines she checked the crowd one more time and sure enough Eloise was not there. Keeping her smile on her face she turned towards the team as they raced out onto the field and cheered with the other girls. Maybe Ellie would show up. It wasn't like her to miss a game.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 18, 2018 12:26:25 GMT -5
Laurent Philippe Leclair Son of Lumiere & Plumette
Laurie followed after the bookworm of a princess somewhat slowly, trying his best to take in everything he could about the secret passageway, questions already exploding in his head. Where did it go? Did homeless people live in here? What about rats? Did only the Bêtes know about this, and if so, was he now trusted enough to know about this secret Bête only passageway? Was Lia trying to kill him and just didn’t want any witnesses?
No, it couldn’t be that last one. That was ridiculous. Even with that vague threat thrown his way, Laurie trusted Cordelia. There was no reason for her to trick him, on that, Laurie was certain.
Which was why when Lia told him to tickle the pear - as odd of a request as that was - he didn’t once doubt it. Laurie took a step forward until he was directly in front of the painting, looking it over from top to bottom. ”I just tickle the pear?” questioned the lanky son of Lumiere. The painting was rather nice in his opinion, and if it opened up an entrance to another room, that made it extra important. Of course, even now, in the back of his mind came the reminder that for this to work, there would have to be magic involved and magic on Auradon was banned. However maybe it was different for the Bêtes.
So without a doubt in mind, Laurie reached out his hand and tickled the pear on the painting with a finger. He tickled it for a few moments and then took a step back, brown eyes widening as he awaited for the doorknob to magically appear. ”How long does it take to work?” He asked, taking his eyes off the paining for merely a moment to look back at Cordelia, wide eyed and eager for an answer.
In truth, despite how suave and sophisticated Laurie tried to act, when he wasn’t surrounded by company to entertain, he was far from that charming gentleman from before. Perhaps he was a bit gullible, and perhaps just a little too ready for a touch of magic and adventure in his relatively mundane life. Perhaps he was just hopeful enough to truly belief that tickling a pear on a painting would magically turn it into a door and lead both him and Lia away on some sort of fantastical adventure.
Was that really so wrong?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 18, 2018 13:05:14 GMT -5
Adam Maxence Vincent Prosper Boniface Roland Norbert Gwendaël Aldric Bête Son of King Beast & Belle
Adam Bête was a simple man, with obviously simple tastes. Ones that should be so easy to please that it was horribly frustrating to see his servants unable to meet up with his basic demands. The boy huffed, putting a hand up to signal that they were stopping, behind him was at least four servants. One was holding a pillow with a dog on it, another was carrying the luggage, the third was in charge of the food, and the final one kept an umbrella above Adam’s head, to make sure he didn’t get too hot. ”Stop,” he demanded and the servants stopped. ”What is it that I’m looking at here?” He questioned, brown eyes staring down at the picnic table in front of him. ”Don’t answer that, it’s a rhetorical question. I’ll tell you what I’m looking at,” he told them and took a step closer to the table, gesturing to it with a frown.
”I am staring at an empty, filthy picnic table. Am I expected to eat on this wretched thing?” Adam questioned with a huff as he looked up at his family’s employees. ”I would hope not. Now, prepare this table for lunch. I expect it to look like a table fit for a prince in five minutes, get to work,” Adam ordered, folding his arms as he took a step back to watch two out of four of the servants get to work.
One cleaned off the table and put down a cover to hide the gross table underneath, adding a cushion to the bench for Adam to sit on, and another cushion beside that. The other servant set out a plate and placed down Adam’s lunch, hidden behind a silver lid. Within five minutes, they were done and took a step back.
Adam nodded approvingly and walked over to sit down on the cushioned bench. ”Am I expected to eat with the sun in my eyes?” He asked and as if on cue, the umbrella once again shaded him. ”Put Bonbon Parfait down, she deserves to enjoy her lunch too,” he reminded as a brindled French bulldog was placed beside him, her own silver platter in front of her.
The young prince checked everything over to make sure nothing else needed to be fixed, and then nodded to one of the employees, who took off the lids from the silver plates to reveal smoked salmon on a lime and lemon filled plate for Adam, and a steak to match for his dog. Adam looked at the salmon and frowned. ”I don’t see any cucumbers, where are the cucumbers?” He asked, then before anyone could answer, he let out a dramatic sigh. ”It’s ruined. Throw it away, I’m sure the trash people will appreciate my generosity,” he said and snapped his fingers until the plate was picked up. ”Bring me my back up lunch. You know the one, it’s the shrimp,” he ordered as they got to work.
With another sigh, Adam turned to his precious Bonbon Parfait, who was patiently waiting to eat her food until he got his, like any good companion would. ”Why is it so hard to find good help, nowadays, Bonbon?”
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Post by Headphone Actor on May 18, 2018 17:52:28 GMT -5
Moireach Fiona DunBroch Daughter of Merida and MacGuffin
It was a bright and sunny day outside, so the youngest daughter of the DunBroch family took to eating her lunch outside. The princess carried a small tray in one hand, and a parasol in the other, careful to make sure that her food didn't wobble or spill as she moved. Someone give her an award, there was a glass of water on the tray and it hadn't tumbled over yet. Perhaps this would be easier if she used both hands, but Moireach cared a great deal about her skin, and exposing it to direct sunlight at this time of day would surely end in burns - or worse. While she didn't have the fire-colored hair of her older siblings, she was cursed with the skin of someone who had never seen daylight before, and also unlike her brother and sister, she took measures to avoid it.
A princess didn't need to rough around outside in the woods, not unless someone was in grave danger.
At her heels, a small, brindled Scottie dog trotted obediently. Lennox had his little chest puffed out and his mustached muzzle held high, a dog fit for royalty. She'd trained Lennox since she'd gotten him, and the tiny pooch was her pride and joy, and he looked it. Gleaming fur kept neat and brushed, lean muscle under that poofy fur, Lennox may be a lapdog, but he was far from pampered and spoiled.
That aside, though, Moireach had finally spotted a friend of hers - Adam Bete Jr. The prince was surrounded by his usual entourage of servants, and from the sound of it, he wasn't pleased with them at all. Not that this was a rare occurrence, and one of the numerous reasons that Moi herself didn't use servants outside of her own home. She could do things the way she liked, all on her own.
"May ah- um...I sit here, Adam?" She asked for permission, gesturing towards the other side of the picnic table, and trying to reign in her accent at the same time. People didn't speak like that here, especially not the other princesses. She'd worked hard to be understood as clearly as possible by her peers, and not sound like a drunk, raving lunatic.
She was going to wait for Adam's invitation to sit, since she didn't know what kind of mood her friend would be in today, and she didn't want to make things worse. Lennox didn't bark at Bon Bon Parfait (he knew better than that) but the Scottish Terrier stretched his neck up in an attempt to sniff at the French Bulldog.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2018 0:13:26 GMT -5
Herkimer "Remi" Olympia Son of Zeus and Hera
Let's just say being the son of Zeus isn't all its cracked up to be. It's actually even better. Although like half of his siblings he isn't a descendant of Aphrodite he is still jaw-dropping gorgeous, with a smolder even Flynn Rider could be jealous of, yet Bella had called it quits with him for a damn fish. Like he knew he was an upgrade from his younger brother Anubus, but seriously Marlin? He has f*cking scales. How is that attractive? Though if his twin sister has even half of the features he has all the guys will want her, if she ever gets of the Isle of course, which is highly unlikely.
Oh well. She's missing out. Bella can do her little tramp walk through the entire Olympia bloodline if she wants, Zallie won't touch her with a 30 foot pole, so she's never going to get near the crown. Remi ruffled up his blonde hair a bit more and made one last little kissy face to himself in the mirror and bit his bottom lip before turning away from the mirror and heading out of the boys locker room. It was fencing week, which meant nothing to him really. He was far too laid back and into the ladies to really care about gym, then again he really did like to show off with a sword, even a little toothpick like this one.
It's a saber. He could literally feel his twin's voice inside his mind as if she were really there, correcting him as usual. That would actually be cool if they could speak telepathically, it would seriously help his calc scores.
Slicing his saber through the air once he admired the little metal twig. Maybe this could hurt someone, if it was sharpened properly, but for now he was going to whack some guys in white for a while instead. Oh and girls. But they didn't quite enjoy the whacking as much as the other guys did.
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Post by Headphone Actor on May 19, 2018 1:01:06 GMT -5
Baraz Fateen Aalasee Son of Baloo and Sergeant Friedkin
"I guess you're right, maybe I'm just getting all worked up over somethin' silly." Tumelo had always been really calm and grounded, and now she was even calming him down. Bala had an infectious laugh, and no one could resist their girl's warmth. Surely she could melt even the hearts of hardened villains and monsters?
Maybe he could write another letter...
No, no, he'd just wait patiently for her to reply first. She'd be fine. Bala was tough and you'd have to be a monster to hurt her.
But they were monsters.
"Whatcha think she and Basu are up to over there, Melly?" Thinking about the possible adventures their pal was having was a lot less anxiety-inducing than thinking about how badly she could be hurt - or worse - over there.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 19, 2018 2:10:12 GMT -5
Eshe Amani Zaman Daughter of Genie & Eden
This class was stupid. Eshe had so many other things to do than fencing, yet here she was, sitting through this class while silently begging for it to end. As she walked into the gym, Eshe made her way over and sat down on the first available spot she could find. She wasn’t doing this. Everyone else could poke each other all they liked. Eshe was sitting this one out. If anyone asked, she’d just tell them that she sprained her ankle or something and it was clearly unfair to make her do this.
So instead Eshe took to watching. She shared this class with Alexander, who not only was her boyfriend, but the crown prince of all of Auradon. She was perhaps the luckiest girl in all of Auradon. Sadly that did not get her out of fencing class. ”Miss Zaman, do you plan on participating in this class today?” Came the voice of the teacher and Eshe looked up, spotting her not far away.
The genie girl blinked innocently at the couch. ”Oh I would, you know what a team player I am, but I sprained my ankle in cheer practice the other day and I can’t,” she explained, batting her eyelashes innocently at the couch. If there was anything Eshe was good at, it was faking a genuine looking smile and a pretty little lie on the spot. How else would she have gotten out of as much as she had?
Eventually the teacher just seemed to roll her eyes and moved on to the next kids. Eshe smiled victoriously at this and returned her focus to everyone else. There were very few people she could name here, and even less that she bothered to. One in particular that actually did stand out to her though, was Herkimer Olympia, the son of Zeus. Eshe at least knew of him. Though, her very likely future sister in law did date him for a bit, so it only seemed right that Eshe knew him. Even if he wouldn’t be a future relative of the girl’s.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2018 2:34:16 GMT -5
Herkimer "Remi" Olympia Son of Zeus and Hera
Of course he was eavesdropping. He had excellent hearing, which meant excellent opportunity to get the scoop. As much as he wasn't a gossip, his younger sister Zoe loved any juicy detail he could find her, so Remi was her ears on the upper side of campus. She was too young for High School.
Herkimer let his dark eyes trail over the little genie. She was definitely beautiful. Hot. Gorgeous. Unavailable, exactly his type. He smirked and walked over to her, his biggest sexy grin on his face as he placed one hand on the arm of the couch and leaned in close to her.
"You can be my personal cheerleader princess, but it wouldn't be your ankle we overworked."
He made it blatantly obvious as he looked over her voluptuous form, winking at her one last time, that smoldering grin still on his face as he leaned back and locked eyes with Alexander, future king, and winked at him."See you around princess. Think on my offer I bet you look real nice with your hair pulled up and a short little skirt." It was a dangerous game flirting with the future king's girl, but hey. This Olympia liked to walk on the wild side of life. He had nothing to lose, he was immortal after all. Little Prince could do nothing about that.
She may not be a tramp like Bella, willing to do anything that breathed in her direction, but that didn't mean he couldn't test the waters. Besides. This was Auradon. It needed a little more scandal in its history and what better way than to poke the beast, or at least his little princeling.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 19, 2018 11:07:52 GMT -5
Tumelo Nneka Kamau Daughter of Terk & Tantor
Baraz was not about to let this topic drop, now was he? The way Tumelo saw it, Bala had her brother and her cousin, she was tougher than she looked, and even on the Isle, she’d be fine. However if Barry wasn’t ready to let the topic die yet, Tumelo would go along with it.
The girl placed her hands over her stomach as she leaned back. ”Let’s see. It’s Tuesday, so she’ll have gone to school and since it’s over now, I bet she’s walking around that Isle, making friends like she’s good at. She probably has some people with her, like Basu and Khari. Probably even some other transfers too. They’re probably sticking together over there,” Tumelo told him, attempting to paint a nice enough picture that maybe, Baraz would really calm down. ”She’ll get back to wherever they’re staying at, read your letter, and write back as fast as possible,” Tumelo told the bear boy, hoping that would sate him for now.
In reality, Tumelo had no idea what Bala was doing over there. Tumelo liked to assume the best, but at the end of the day, no one actually knew for sure. The only contact they had with their girl was through letters, and even that wasn’t completely reliable. It was plenty worrying. However Tumelo trusted Bala to take care of herself, and if anything did happen over there. Tumelo was the daughter of a gorilla and an elephant.
She could do some damage of her own.
After a minute, Tumelo got up. ”Come on, there’s no use moping about it. You’ll have to find something else to do until you get your letter from her. Im usually up for lazing around, but if it’s gonna make you just think about this whole transfer thing even more, I’m gonna make you do something, so get up,” she told him, extended a hand down to her friend to help him up.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on May 19, 2018 11:50:10 GMT -5
Adam Maxence Vincent Prosper Boniface Roland Norbert Gwendaël Aldric Bête Son of King Beast & Belle
Adam looked up as a girl approached. Moireach, one of the few people from this school that he could stand. Not only stand as well, but actually enjoy the company of. Adam considered the Bravesburg girl to be quite excellent company, and a friend of his. Which was surprisingly hard to come by here at this school. For some reason the other teenagers his age found him stuck up. Imbeciles. Clearly they didn’t understand a higher up when he was looking them in the eyes...even if he typically had to look up to meet the eyes of whoever he was staring at. Adam was small for his age, and though he was sure there was a growth spurt right around the corner, for now he still needed a stepping stool if he wanted to look most people in the eyes.
”Of course you can sit there. You’re one of the few people here who deserve to sit at my table,” Adam confirmed, gesturing for the curly haired girl to sit. Adam shot a look back towards his servants right after this, snapping his fingers. ”A cushion for the princess and her dog too,” he ordered snappily and the servants got to work, setting down two new cushions. One for Moireach and the other for Lennox. Good doggies got to sit at the table too, and Lennox was almost as well behaved as his precious Bonbon Parfait.
Speaking of Bonbon, the French bulldog looked down when Lennox sniffed in her direction. As if allowing it, the dog stretched out her own nose and sniffed back at him, her little stub of a tail wagging behind her.
Finally after what seemed like forever, his servants returned with his backup lunch. Honestly it shouldn’t have taken that long to get it in the first place. The nerve of them all. It better all be here this time as well, or else prince Adam would be quite upset and it was always just so tiring to get upset over things. As the shrimp was placed in front of him, Adam inspected it for a good minute before deeming it worthy to say. ”Well, this looks right. Nothing’s missing. Good. Go stand over there or something until I need you,” he ordered the servant in charge of the food, waving him off with a flick of his delicate hand.
Turning his attention back to Moireach, he let out a sigh. ”It’s so hard to find good help now. I was originally having salmon for lunch, but the cucumbers were missing,” Adam paused for a moment to glance suspiciously at the servants around him before he leaned forward on the cloth covered table to whisper to the princess across from him. ”Just between you and me, I think someone might have stolen them.” Why else would his cucumbers have gone missing?
Sitting back properly, Adam began to eat his lunch. ”Clearly, the entire meal was ruined, so I had them fetch me my backup lunch, which took forever to get,” Adam exclaimed with a roll of his eyes. ”Servants, always just a little slow when it comes to the important things.”
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2018 18:19:25 GMT -5
Darla Diamond Dwarf Daughter of Doc
As her father always said she should try and participate more, but she really didn't want to. At least she showed up to her gym class today. Normally she had some kind of excuse to not be here, but the teacher threatened to fail her if she didn't show up and at least participate for this week. So begrudgingly she was here in her shorts and tank top. She chewed on her bottom lip and flickered around at the track. She really did not want to run this mile.
Running sounds atrocious when you have very little legs. And at 4'10" you have short legs no matter what you do. Not even heels helped her reach the top shelf of anything. Her own bedroom had a stepstool for her closet. Not important right now. Right now she had to focus on running the track. Darla whined a little then began stretching with her classmates. She really did not want to do this. As she lined up on the shortest lane of the track she chewed her bottom lip slowly as she lowered herself into the running stance. 8 minutes. All she had to do was run this track 4 times in 8 minutes and the coach agreed to pass her. Basically she was about to die trying to make that time, but she had to try. Her dad would be so disappointed if she failed any class, even if it was just gym.
The moment the whistle blew she took of with her class, for the first lap almost everyone kept together, then some kids pulled ahead, the track and tourney boys mostly, and a few fell behind. Most of them stayed in the middle. Two laps. Three laps. The final lap. Darla was sweaty and panting and her muscles ached, but she had to get to the finish like. She had 2 minutes to get there. Rounding the track she could hear her coach calling out times. She had 45 seconds to get to the finish line or she was going to flunk gym. With her last puff of air she pushed herself forward and slammed her feet harder on the track and ran over that stupid white line. "7:55 you passed Miss. Dwarf." Darla collapsed in the damp grass and panted hard as she stared up at the sky. Thank god. She did it. Barely. But she did it.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2018 22:48:30 GMT -5
Eloise Arendelle daughter of elsa
Crap!
She was running late. She was never late for one of Bettie’s games. Maybe Bettie would understand the reason why she was late. Eloise felt like her reasoning was good enough, but it was all up to her girlfriend if it was acceptable or not. Gods, she could only hope Bettie would accept this. It would hurt Eloise if it was rejected, but she would understand. But here was to hoping everything would turn out positive. That’s what she needed to do, think positively. No matter what happened she would love her little girlfriend with all her heart.
Well, she was about thirty minutes late now. Eloise groaned inwardly to herself. What was Bettie thinking? What if she was disappointed, or worse? The daughter of Elsa had never missed a game and she had most certainly had never been late. In fact she had always been early, getting there when her girlfriend did. Considering the only extracurricular activities that she did were tutoring and studying, Eloise had a pretty decent amount of extra time on her hands, so being there for her girlfriend’s games was always easy. She had figured out a pretty simple schedule in where she wouldn’t have to tutor on the days Bettie had games. Even now that Basu, another student who tutored, was gone to the Isle Eloise had found it possible to keep up with the schedule she had before the prickly leopon had left. Man, she missed that guy a bit. There had been times when she had actually gone to him for help on certain subjects. He had always been straightforward and to the point with it all, letting Eloise learn all the while wasting no time. It was how she liked it when it came to her homework. Get it done all the while figuring the subject out. Maybe when Basu got back from the Isle it would be a good idea to thank him for all the work he had helped her on in the past.
Eventually the young princess had made it. She heaved a sigh of relief when she noticed her girlfriend, feeling all the more relieved when it seemed like she was doing just fine out there. Getting a spot on the bleachers, Eloise couldn’t stop herself from calling out to the daughter of Bashful, a large smile on her face as she waved. ”Bettie! I made it!”
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2018 22:48:55 GMT -5
Montez Rivera Tragoudó son of miguel and calliope
As if Darcy’s thoughts influenced Montez’s own, he was also realizing just how few people showed up to the meeting today. He always showed up to the meetings, of course, along with Darcy. Toby was a dedicated member as well, though there had been a few instances where something had come up and the son of Tod and Vixie had been unable to make it. He also had to wonder where Stella was. She wasn’t one to miss meetings. Something must have come up, though. Perhaps she was doing something about Saros. What with the talk around campus and the fact that Toby was here to confirm it, Montez knew the Mewni princess was in detention. Maybe they could use the rest of this meeting’s time to bust him out. Now that would prove to be interesting. The thought caused a snicker to come from the young man. Imagining the three of them breaking Saros out of the hell he was in was a very amusing thought. With nothing to lose, Montez allowed himself to voice his ridiculous idea.
He shot an amused look between Toby and Darcy. ”How do you guys feel about busting Saros out of jail?” As the question slipped off his tongue he walked over to the snack table and took a few of the Peeps, wasting no time in eating the marshmallow candies. He really needed to start eating healthier, but that would require too much work. Montez didn’t want to watch what he ate. He just wanted to eat whatever was in front of him and not have to worry about it. Eh, being a bit chubby wasn’t bad. As long as he didn’t get to the point that his health would decline he would be fine.
Speaking of food…
Montez was always extremely happy when food was involved, even more happy when he got to cook the food himself. A large smile danced across his face. ”Trust me, Darc, I’ll bring more snacks than you can deal with next time. We’ll have a mix of all sorts of things. It’ll be amazing! Aha,” he cleared his throat, looking at the snacks they had for this meeting, ”not saying that these snacks aren’t amazing or anything.” Seriously, they were great, some of his favorite - looking at you, Peeps. But there was just something so exciting about being able to cook for his friends. He’ll even remind himself to make enough to give to Carmelo later since he was currently banned from the Battleshipper club. Montez had to look out for his dog buddy somehow.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2018 22:49:56 GMT -5
Stella Butterfly daughter of star and marco
Uh yeah, of course she had licked his violin. Somebody would have to be insane to not have licked it. Who wouldn’t lick a violin that was just out there looking all delicious? Stella had thought nothing of it when she the thought to lick the instrument popped into her mind. There was all sort of things that she did that was right up the alley of licking somebody’s precious instrument. ”Yeah,” she answered, nodding as best she could what with her tongue stuck in the strings. Couldn’t he see that she was stuck? Maybe he had bad eyesight or something.
Large amber-brown eyes blinked up at Adrian. He was perhaps her only chance at being free from this vile creature. If he refused to help her how long would she be stuck? Saros was nowhere in sight, and Toby, well, he was probably off somewhere getting ran over by a horse. No, wait, she knew where he was. Guilt swamped the Mewni girl, a groan slipping from her. In her sneaking around Auradon Prep she had forgotten all about the Battleshipper meeting. She had never done that before. Never ever. What if they were talking about something really, really important? What if they were discussing crack ships, ships that would never ever happen but were funny to think about? That was her favorite thing to do in those meetings other than eating the snacks! And she had thought of a wonderful crack ship just last night that she had wanted to talk about. Now her idea of Khari and Eshe being a thing had to wait until next meeting. Man, that sucked. That really, really sucked.
Aside from the Battleshipper meeting that she was missing, Stella’s thoughts returned to how she needed help. If Adrian didn’t help her she would be stuck here until her tongue died and fell off. She didn’t want her tongue to fall off. The thought brought icy fear drumming through her. ”I don’th wanth to losth my tongue,” Stella whined as loud as she could in her current situation. Come on, Adrian, if Stella lost her tongue because you didn’t help her out she was going to tell her parents on you. Star and Marco wouldn’t want their daughter to lose her tongue.
Hope flared in her chest when the young prince finally went on to say that he would help her out. Stella even managed a little bounce of joy. She would get to keep her tongue! ”I promisth. Won’th lick thiolin again.” For now Stella had learned her lesson. Adrian’s violin and his other belongings were off limits, but that didn’t mean instruments that belonged to others were unlickable. Now those she could lick.
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