#✧ │ 𝒌𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒚. ( ic. )

[krupnick]

"93 years old."

[krupnick]

"35 years ago, my honey bunny and I starred in a feature film that was, in fact, a biopic of a very strange event in our lives. It was dramatic, it was dangerous, and it was also downright hilarious if you have a good sense of humor about you. Roger and Mr. Valiant certainly made it, although I believe I left my mark."

"Happy Anniversary, 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?'"

[krupnick]

“uhm really good wit' faces, sis.” (๑*ᗜ*)... ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪... (◕ヘ◕✿)... (ತ◞౪◟ತ‵)... (｡-‿-｡) ... ᕙ(˵ ಠ ਊ ಠ ˵)ᕗ

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"Careful, Itsuki - you'll wind up on the big silver screen at this rate.. There's far too much talent to be ignored, here." The warm glint in her eye shined bright, beaming as the girl zipped through a line of downright zany expressions, stars and flowers popping here and there like little firecrackers.

Mischief, however, strikes. Two fingers suddenly squished the sides of Itsuki's cheeks, freeze framing one of the many faces. Jessica gasps.

"Nuts! She's frozen!"

[krupnick]

“I adore the daylight, but I can’t help coming alive with the night.”

[krupnick]

Well, that was something you heard every other week, although rarely does the claim turn out to be genuine. The very fact there was a glow to the mer's face that spoke the truth was enough to make her brow bob, and that caused a slight hesitance to the old ticker. Fancy that.

However, fortune smiled for the moment; There was no proverbial hammer lingering above the toon waiting to strike her down for her inky sins and transgressions (yet), and there was no pomegranate on offer with the Underworld in tow. So far, so good. Jessica's fleeting surprise eased, and she gave a slow bat of the lid before responding. You're merely speaking to a Divine, Krupnick.

"Sometimes, I do wonder. A part of me has always been in love with the sea." Jessica mused lowly, chin resting on the back of her hand. "Do I fit the bill, dear Demigod?"

She understood the word SPIRIT. The woman was staring at her. Ariel smiled and nod her head.

🔱 → [ I am part GOD if that’s what you mean. Are you a siren? ]

[krupnick]

“oh, my god, did you just say “whack”?” from Lee Everett <3

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"Indeed I did. Observe:"

"Whack."

"Whack."

"Whack."

A few loud, meaty CRACKS and a flash of sterling silver, and suddenly the duo had a pile of split-domed zombies laying at their feet with stars in their blank eyes and undead tweety birds zipping around their knotted noggins. Jessica pooled her lips and blew the frothing steam off her trusty pan, giving a content hum before peeling back her neckline to deposit it back into its beloved hammerspace.

"I'm always able to draw in the mindless, drooling crowds, Lee, but you have a special talent for attracting the ones who are downright carnivorous. How can you possibly stand all the attention?"

[krupnick]

AH, ANON IS BACK ON! I CAN SEND ANON HATE!

*Clears throat*

ur a poopie poopie doodoo head >:3

[krupnick]

the only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife. - Betty

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒  ( 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ) || accepting!

The old rage came knocking at Jessica's teeth, presenting itself in how those ruby lips screwed-n-twisted into a sneer, giving a subtle peek behind the curtains at the gritted whites.

Which sorry bastard did it?

"Sit with me, Betty." Jessica touched the space next to her, giving an inviting pat. "Tell me everything. My ears are yours."

[krupnick]

“ i’m a giggly bitch by nature. ”

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Warmth bloomed from the low-lidded eye, present in her palms that came to rest on Dani's fluffy cheeks, thumbing through her whiskers and mane. "And I adore that about you, my sweet lioness. Your heart has a way of singing its merry little song in one form or another, and I'm glad it's laughter." It was always, and remains to be, the very best medicine this world has to offer absolutely anyone. Not to mention it was an utterly and hopelessly adorable trait that just endeared Jessica.

A squish of the cheeks and a boop to the nose. "Never feel ashamed of those giggles, Dani-girl. They'll give you long life. ♡"

[krupnick]

"Don't get me wrong; I have always adored the Summer season with my entire heart. However.." Jessica pulls her lines clear off her body and wrrriiiiiiings them out, sweat just pouring out like waterfalls upon waterfalls, flooding the street! A tighter twist more, one more for good measure, aaaaand she pops them back into place after a brief shake. "The heat can truly get to a girl."

[krupnick]

She has to stand on tiptoe, but Dandie carefully snaps a barrette into Jessica's hair - it's a trio of resin HEARTS, each of varying size, deep red and LOADED with glitter.

Now, what is Dandie up to? Jessica bobbed a brow slightly, watching her, and even when she does bend at the knee to allow the sweet, fluffy lioness to do whatever she desires, the poor thing still has to stand at the tips of her beans to get where she's going. Cursed tall woman!

Then, that slight weight on her head. Click goes the compact mirror fetched from her purse, held up to inspect rather than to remove just what was clipped there (it would be rude to).. and oh, isn't it the prettiest little barrette, fitted like a crown? The way the sunlight hits it causes an absolute show of glit & glory beneath its rays, dancing upon the smooth resin, practically a heart-shaped star - just for the songstress.

"Dandie," Jessica cooed, warmth oozing from her words, a small tuck of a smile knitting at the corners of her lips. Gently, she took the other woman by her chin and leaned down low, pressing a ruby-printed kiss to her furry cheek. "you are an absolute doll. I adore it, thank you. Did you make this yourself?"

[krupnick]

& she spots a Loooolaaaaaa. . . ♪

[krupnick]

“  so i black out from the rage,  and come to covered head-to-toe in hollandaise sauce.  ” // throws this italian-flavored panic attack at u

𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 || accepting!

"Peppino, sweetheart, that's why we avoid going to Quaker Street near the end of Spring. Toons are all out of sorts this time of year; Summer is coming and the spirit of gluttony is embracing everyone in a way that's like a werewolf on the full moon." Jessica couldn't help it, she had an amused smile while the poor, aggravated pizza man sat there just drenched'n'dripping with sauce. There is no denying it, though - the man did smell delicious! Someone knew how to make a wicked hollandaise. "Count your lucky stars you're not basting on Big Bad's Barbecue Pit. Everyone is simply itching for something to bite into."

The newspaper in her grip folds, "45 INJURED 16 MISSING 4 CONFIRMED DEVOURED" in big text on the front page. "Were you able to get even, in the least?"

[krupnick]

The songbird is enveloped in an embrace that can’t be described as anything more than warm & protective. Some fans of hers had gotten a little too comfortable upon spotting the star out and about, and Robin had stepped in with a vengeance.

The point was certainly got; the pestering men with their phones trying to get a little too close and personal to the toon found themselves justly interrupted by the sweeping archeologist, a wide berth suddenly given to the couple. How "coincidental" it was that cameras were suddenly tucked away and the pestering fans started ducking out with great haste, shrunken into themselves with a chill frozen down their spines.

Robin’s appearance alone was a deterrent, but the fact she made an effort to show just who she was with put that final nail in the coffin.

Meanwhile, Jessica had melted like butter into Robin's frame, hands crowning the spy's hips and head coming to nestle right underneath her chin. It was second nature to ignore the clog of the crowd, but it was a blessing when they were sent running for the hills with little to no effort on her part. Peace blossomed in the atmosphere with privacy well returned - no more flash photography and unwanted commentary, just the two lovers on their outing. Grateful, Jessica pressed a tender kiss to her wife's jaw, then one to her neck.

"Mon héroïne," The songstress cooed within the robin's earshot, warm and thick as honey. "my hero. Whatever can I do to reward you for saving the day?"

[krupnick]

“Heaven forbid a woman be acquitted of a crime she did not commit. But, if you’re going to hold her accountable just the same, you must know she’d believe her reasons were justified by the actions of the toon who did her wrong. If she’d done it, that is. She’s guiltless.”

But I won’t plead for you to correct it, I have too much respect for myself than to beg for you to see how I’m a good woman. How you choose persecute me is your own business, Saint Nick.

[krupnick]

“So little time, so much baking..” She has a problem and perhaps she’s aware of it, but it is tradition to pack with the kitchen with as much festive treats as she can possibly dole out. Is it such a crime to give way to holiday spirit?