#Issae Event 001

[cruelcouturecass-blog]

Tohubohu - Nicolas and Cassandra

“I ought to tear that stupid ring from your nose!” Nick stumbled backwards as Cassandra stalked towards him yelling “I said I was sorry, can’t we just, like forgive and forget?” The words stopped Cassandra in her tracks and her rage only continued to build. “’Forgive and forget’?” The words weren’t even in her vocabulary of holding grudges. “Look at what you did to my dress, you little toad!” Cassandra motioned the red stains all over her black and white dress. 

All the patrons in the cafe knew to keep their head down as Cassandra raged, since she could easily end their careers with the flick of a pinky. “This dress is worth more than your putrid life! What even is this? Cheap wine?” Nick positioned himself behind a table, to place a buffer between the two of them. Nick laughed a little awkwardly before saying the real answer. “Uh, fruit punch?” “Fruit punch?!” Cassandra threw her iced coffee in Nick’s face.

“What the hell? What was that for?” Nick exclaimed, in shock at her outburst.  He wiped the bitter drink from his face. This was absolutely crazy. Bananas. Coo-coo for cocoa puffs. “For fruit punch!” Cassandra grabbed a mug from a different patron and threw that as well. However, this was a for-here cup which meant that it was solid, so it smashed into the wall next to Nick. Had he not ducked, that would have a very unfortunate situation for the Bunney.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” Nick yelled, aware of his possible demise. “You killed my outfit!” “That’s not the same thing!”

[oh-porcupines]

Amnesiphobia - JJ

Amnesiphobia: Your muse has forgotten mine, and mine is trying to make yours remember.

“Oh man, that was a big crash, JJ,” Benji started, holding a small bouquet of flowers in his hands as he walked up to the injured boy’s bedside. When the brown-haired boy first got the news of what happened to his best friend, he literally dropped what he was doing and rushed to the hospital. (the goat that he dropped was perfectly fine. No goats were injured.)

“Was it?” The boy questioned and looked at the flowers and then at Benji curiously.

“Definitely! They said if you weren’t wearing a helmet your head would have helped… Paint the wall,” Now that the boy said it aloud, he was almost offended. That was such a horrible thing to say and he couldn’t imagine what he, personally, would be feeling if JJ wasn’t wearing a helmet. He swallowed a bit and then forced a smile, “But you did! So… We’re good.”

“…We’re?”

“Oh, I mean, I guess I wasn’t riding with you, but you know what I meant,” Benji kept the smile on his face and set the flowers down on the bed so he could nervously play with his hands. JJ was acting a bit weird and he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

“Do you… ride with me?” JJ asked, and while Benji at first thought it was a sassy remark since he was always so nervous about doing so, he realized that JJ didn’t actually know the answer. He looked up with wide eyes and they both stared at each other for a moment.

“Well… yeah, sometimes.” He replied, and he started to play with his hands even more.

“Huh,” JJ replied, frowning a bit as if he was trying to recall a time. He then looked over at Benji, “Are we….?”

“Are we what?” Benji asked completely confused.

“You know…” He replied and rolled his hand in a circular motion as if Benji would suddenly get it.

He didn’t. Benji stared at him with a confused expression and no gesture that JJ made helped him understand what he was talking about. Eventually, the other boy got frustrated and his hand dropped to his side. Defeated he let out a sigh, “Okay, so the nurse told me I had a bit a memory loss? I don’t know man, I can’t seem to remember you and if you’re really my boyfriend… Say something helpful? At least tell me your name.”

“BOYFRIEND?!” Benji choked and looked at the other boy in shock. “What? No. I’m Benji… Benjamin? We’re best friends,” Now he was turning cherry red from both the embarrassment and the frustration.

“Then why did you bring me flowers, you… weirdo!?” He replied and Benji was more annoyed and flushed than before.

“What’s wrong with daises!? It’s not like I brought you red roses, you… Weirdo! I heard you were hurt and I thought these would help brighten the room a bit. I didn’t realize they meant something…else!”

“I don’t know, it’s just weird! Especially since I don’t know you,”

“WE’RE BEST FRIENDS!” Benji couldn’t help but yell. Why did JJ know how to push his buttons even when he didn’t even know who he was.

“Are we though?”

“Yes!” Benjamin frowned and let out a big huff and had to look away. He was going to finish the job the crash didn’t finish if he looked at his stupid face longer.

“Hmph,” JJ replied, unconvinced and while he didn’t say anything, it was enough to make Benji rant.

“Don’t you ‘hmph’ me you giant… cabbage!”

“Cabbage?!”

“Yes! I’ve literally had to wipe the snot off your nose when Kimberly rejected you in 8th grade! I spend more money on your birthday presents than anyone else’s! I ruined my perfect attendance so I could make sure YOU didn’t sneak off somewhere and get HURT. YES, I’m your best friend. YES, I care about you, and I GUESS, I’m a weirdo for bringing you daisies,” With that, he folded his arms and leaned back in the visitor’s chair with a giant pout on his face. The nurse could have warned him about this, and there was a chance he would have been nicer if JJ didn’t instantly fluster him and get under his skin.

The room filled with silence, but after a while, JJ spoke up, “Benji?” he asked and Benjamin gave him an expression that he got a lot; The Benji is done with your fluff look.

“Yeah?” He asked, still annoyed, but not enough to ignore him. JJ /was/ in a serious accident after all. He couldn’t help being full of sass.

“I guess since we’re best friends, I should thank you for the daisies… so… Thanks for the daisies… weirdo,” JJ replied with a bit of a smirk and Benjamin let out something that was partly a sigh and partly a laugh. He got up and gave JJ a hug, and didn’t let go until he replied, “You’re welcome, you cabbage.”

[theadmiralbuzzlight-blog]

✉: My muses reaction to a note yours left behind

Buzz and Donald weren’t arguing per say, so much as they were carrying on a normal, sass-filled conversation, tinged with general disrespect. “Forget it,” Buzz finished. “Just let me eat in peace.” The soldier pulled up a chair and opened up his lunch while Donald remained standing, ready to leave. 

When Buzz opened his container and a note flew out. Donald picked it up and a devious smile crept across his face. “Oh…my god…” “What is that?” Buzz demanded, confused but already embarrassed due to Donald’s reaction. Donald looked down at Buzz from the note. “You look even shorter sitting down there.” “And I can see the boogers up your nose. What does the note say?” Donald scowled at Buzz’s comment, knowing full well there was never a booger in his nostrils, but grinned again at the remembrance of the note.

Donald started reading aloud. “‘Dear sweetie pie’…” Crap, ma. Buzz stood up quickly, but Donald used a nearby crate as a buffer between them  “Gimme that,” he said, trying not to look as embarrassed as he felt. “‘Dear sweetie pie, just wanted to say thank you for cleaning out the stall yesterday’…” Donald looked absolutely delighted, even with Buzz looking ready to lunge at him. An note from Mrs. Light herself? How could he not be “I added a piece of chocolate cake in your lunch to-’ Doesn’t she know your favorite is strawberry, Buzzy?” Donald added for kicks.

Positively fed up, Buzz darted around the crate, startling Donald he took off away from him to hide behind a ship. “Give it back, Donny,” Buzz said, trying to keep down his temper. “At least, let me finish. It’s only polite,” he replied, heaping on the double meaning. “‘Love you to the moon and back-’ you Lights really love your space puns. ‘-Mama.’” “Donald!” “Fine, fine, here.” Donald came out from behind the ship and handed the slip of paper to Buzz. “That was a really nice note, sweetie pie,” Donald teased, causing Buzz to step forward menacingly. Donald flinched backwards and made quickly toward the door even though Buzz clearly wasn’t going to follow. Could never be to sure. “Easy, easy. Hey-” Donald paused in the doorway before pointing at Buzz. “To the moon and back,” he said with another devious smirk on his face. “Yea, go pick your nose, DD.” As Donald left, Buzz returned to the task of eating lunch. His mom made a bomb chocolate cake.

[grumpy-gillls]

Arsonphobia- Tommy and Ziggy mostly because I'm really curious how they managed to get stuck in a burning building together lol

It was simple; light the building on fire and leave. 

While it wasn’t Ziggy’s preferred method of taking the trash out, it worked when a lot of his targets were in the same building. The most important part was blockading the door they needed to use to get out and make sure he avoided the cameras.

There was one exit that he left open for himself and once the fire started to roar, he climbed through the vents and began his escape. Everything seemed to be going fine until he went to change vents and he ran into the Vegetable Boy. He was frantically running around and he made a sharp turn and ran, face first into his chest. Tommy bounced back and looked at him in both shock and fear (once he realized who it was)

“You!” He started and pointed his finger and ZIggy, only for the more aggressive male to slap it away.

“I don’t have time for this, kid, get the hell out of my way,” He snarled and started to walk toward the exit. He couldn’t jump into a vent now, so he had to act casual.

“No! Where are you going? You owe me money for that bag you kicked!” The boy was persistent and ran in front of him to try and stop him. Apparently, he didn’t know that the building was on fire and they didn’t have time for these sorts of games.

“What? All of five dollars? I don’t think so, Honey Buns,” He put his hand on the boy’s face and gave it a good shove, making him hit the wall. This only stunned him for a minute, and he was back in Ziggy’s face.

“Honey Bu-? It- It was more than five dollars!” He snapped, a bit flustered and coughed, looking at the smoke and noticing how casually Ziggy was walking down the hall. “Where are you going, do you know an exit?”

“I’m /looking/ for one,” He said, with all of the sass and venom he could muster up. He shot the kid a glare and kept walking. He didn’t care if Honey Buns followed him out, it wasn’t /him/ that he had a problem with. If anything, he was just a stupid bystander.

Tommy fell back a few steps, not engaging him any further. He followed Ziggy through the twisted corridor until they came upon an exit. Once they were out and breathing the clean air, Ziggy started to walk away once more.

“This… This isn’t over!” Tommy yelled at him as if his words were going to have some effect on the man. If only he had another potato to throw.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” Ziggy replied and flipped Honey Buns the bird and he walked away.

[theadmiralbuzzlight-blog]

▲ - From Ziggy

Bang……bang……bang. “Oh my god stop banging on the door or I’ll rip your head off,” Ziggy snapped as though Buzz had been knocking on the door for hours, though it’d only been 10 seconds or less. “Well, I don’t know how else you want them to find us because there’s not really a lot of options in here. And watch your tone when speaking to a military officer.” Buzz rarely cared when people were informal with him but he did care about people threatening him. Still, of all the people he’d received threats from, Buzz was quite concerned about Ziggy acting on his threats.

“We wouldn’t even be in this mess if you hadn’t thrown your key card out the window,” Ziggy blamed, as Buzz sank to the floor. “Why would I throw my own key card out the window? That doesn’t even make sense.” “No?” Ziggy said, standing up and stalking towards Buzz. “Because one minute it was in your hand and the next it was out the window!” Buzz stood up quickly to defend his motive and possibly the rest of himself in a fight. “If you’re suggesting I intentionally stuck us in this room, you’re a little too full of yourself, mate.” “Oh, I’m full of my-”

“Master Sergeant Light, sir?” A cadet opened the room to the locked room and poked his head in. Buzz immediately let down his braced stance and booked it for the door. “Quick, Thomas, let me out and close the door behind me,” he said childishly. Ziggy, not at all here for that, yelled, “Hell no you won’t!” and followed close behind.

[grumpy-gillls]

Gymnophobia: My muses accidentally sees yours naked - From Dory

Ziggy knew Dory was a forgetful person, but he had high enough hopes that she didn’t bumble basic concepts. Normally, she remembered to brush her teeth or where she worked, but there were certain days… when she didn’t. Certains days when she forgot to do things that made Ziggy’s life worse.

He didn’t think he was a hard person to live with. He cleaned, kept everything in order, and paid a large portion of the rent. However, there were times when he would get… Mad about things or treat the place like it only belonged to him. He rarely knocked and any changes to the apartment had to be run by him first.

Bursting through the bathroom door, like the uncivilized bull he was, Ziggy only caught a glimpse of the person in front of him to know what she was doing. Dory was stark naked in the bathroom, most likely about to take a shower. Ziggy covered his eyes like he had been solar-flared and and reeled back. “DORY!” He cried out in anger and also embarrassment.

“Oh! Ziggy!” The blonde replied covering what she could and grabbed a towel off the rack.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU LOCK THE DOOR?” He snapped and turned his back to her, his face flushed bright red. It was always a matter of time before you saw your roommate naked, but he hoped that day would never come.

“I forgot! Why didn’t you knock?!” She replied, defending herself a bit as her roommate walked through the door and slammed it shut.

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE HOME!” He cried back, in an almost truthful response. She got off work early, but he now remembered her telling him about it.

“Welp, surprise!”

“Ugh… Surprise indeed,” He mumbled and he kept walking, most likely about to isolate himself in his room and avoid speaking with her for the rest of the day.

[theadmiralbuzzlight-blog]

✿ Arthur & Buzz ^^ Military bros^^

Buzz knocked on the glass separating the room from the hallway in order to get  the Corporal’s attention. “Arthur, Arthur hey, come here.” Buzz held up a finger over his mouth as if to emphasize the secrecy. Confused, but always willing to aid a superior officer, Arthur walked in with no protest. “You wanted to see me si- you need to go to the med bay.” Arthur was remarking at the 4-inch long gash in Buzz’s right arm. Buzz brushed off the remark but then winced at the pain. “No, no, I hate it in there. But you know how to stitch a wound right? Could you do it for me?” He pushed the disinfectant and stitch kit towards Arthur, who immediately began shaking his head. “Not to be disrespectful, but that doesn’t sound like a very good idea.” Buzz sighed in a pouting manner and resorted to doing one thing he hated to prevent another thing he hated.

“That’s an order, Pearce,” he said, in his best commanding voice. Arthur was taken aback by the sudden order, especially since Buzz was also so chill before this. But an order was an order. “Y-Yes, Master Sergeant Light,” and he got to work cleaning Buzz’s wound. 

After a minute of silence and Buzz feeling guilty as hell, he spoke up. “Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pulled rank like that.” “It’s okay, sir, you’re entitled to-” “No, I’m not entitled to anything like that,” Buzz said, turning to make eye contact with Arthur. “Nah, that was jerky and kind of manipulative, and we’re friends so that was just mean…Alright, can you forgive me?” Buzz was seriously feeling guilty but he threw in a cheesy grin show that the two were good. Arthur blinked, surprised by how bad the other man felt about the whole situation but glad that Buzz did view him as a friend. He returned the smile.

“Is that an order?” Buzz laughed at Arthur’s quip before wincing at the pain of the stitching. “Heh, good one, man.”

[oh-porcupines]

Cleptophobia

Cleptophobia: Your muse steals something from mine.

“If you’re going to be in the shoot, the locket is coming off,” Cassandra snapped, her cold eyes looking at a boy who she mistakenly allowed to be there. He had the hair and the facial features of a model, but he was a timid little thing and she couldn’t see him doing anything other than ‘cute’. And while that wasn’t what her fashion was about, he made a good prey for her more fierce models to slay in the photos. He would do for now.

“Oh, can I just tuck it in my shirt?” Benji asked, and was quickly cut off by the woman.

“Your shirt will be coming off in the next grouping of photos… Take. The. Locket. Off.” She ordered and held out her hand for the boy to put it in.

While Benji didn’t want to do what the woman said, he also needed the money that this small photoshoot would pay. There was a great chance he was never going to do this again, so he figured he could play along. He took off the locket ever so slowly and poured the gold chain in her hand. She then pointed him back in front of the camera and let the photoshoot commence. Benji didn’t do horrible, but he definitely wasn’t the best one.

When it was all said and done, Benji, feeling a little more self-conscious than normal thanks to that shirtless part, hesitantly sought Cassandra out for the locket. It took over 45 minutes as he had to wait in line to speak with her, but when he finally got up there and asked her about it, she simply raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow and her lips pressed thin.

“What locket?” The words stung more than he could imagine, and he looked at her with desperate eyes.

“The one I handed to you when you made me take it off!” He couldn’t help but raise his voice, the locket previously belonging to his mother.

“Oh, that old thing. I must have placed it on the table over there. You really should have put it away with your things… Who knows who could have picked it up,” Cassandra replied with all of the warmth of a snake.

As Benji went to search the table frantically, she slid the cold gold into her pocket and walked out the door, with what seemed to be a smirk finely drawn on her lips.

[grumpy-gillls]

Iatrophobia (ziggy going with cass)

Iatrophobia: My muse accompanies yours to a doctor’s appointment.

“I’m only bringing you to my appointment because I need you to carry back the equipment he’s giving me,” Cassandra reminded Ziggy for what seemed to be the 100th time. While he was sure there was some thirsty lacky that wanted to know the woman inside and out (literally), he was /not/ one of them. In fact, he was upset that he even had to go. Finding out the medical history of an older woman was not in the job description.

“Yep, you said that,” He replied not holding his tongue around her. He refused. If she wanted to fire him for it, he would find work elsewhere.

“And you are not to repeat a single thing the doctor says,” She continued.

“You said that too,” Ziggy snipped back and the two of them made eye contact for a moment before Cassandra decided she had more to say.

“Also,” She started and Ziggy groaned, “I want you to pay attention to what he instructs me to do and remind me to do so. If I need eight glasses of water a day, I expect you to schedule them and incorporate them into the day. If I need to take vitamins or medicine, then I-”

“Yeah, I get it,” He interrupted her and she glared at him. Before she could say anything, however, the Doctor walked into the room and greeted them both.

“Hello, Miss Deville,” The lady smiled and looked over at Ziggy, “Is this your son?”

“My assistant.” Cassandra corrected.

“Oh, well, only family members are allowed-”

“I’m staying,” Ziggy interrupted the doctor and when she gave him a look, he crossed his arms and took a seat. They could try to get him to leave, but it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Right well… We were looking at the biopsy from your cervix and there appears to be a few irregular cells.” Before the doctor could finish, Cassandra sat up in her seat and looked at her with intense eyes.

“And?” She replied with venom, almost as if the other woman was responsible for it.

“Well, it’s… We’re not sure what it is, but we’re going to do a few more tests to see if its…”

“It’s what?!”

“If it could be cancer or not,” The doctor replied and Cassandra took in a deep breath and let it out as she looked away.

“Very well, do what you must,” She replied casually, but there was a hint of worry on her face.

The appointment went on and the doctor explained what she needed to do and how to fix it, but it looked like nothing was getting through. Cassandra seemed to be in her own world and it wasn’t until the doctor left and Ziggy spoke up that she was brought back to attention.

“Hey,”

“What.” She replied with more venom and glared at him.

“If anyone can crush a few irregular cells, it’s probably the woman who crushes lives on a regular basis. What are you afraid of, lady?”

A small smile came upon her face, but she quickly got rid of it. Instead, she lifted her nose up and started to walk out the door. “I was never afraid of anything and Ziggy,” She started and looked back at him.

“What?”

“Don’t forget the kegel machine.”

“Ew … .sick”

[oh-porcupines]

Chionophobia- Raleigh and Benji

Chionophobia: Fluffy drabble about our muses playing in the snow.

Benji had no idea how the ISS managed to do it, but there was SNOW on the spaceship! This wasn’t the first time he saw it, but this /was/ the first time he was able to play in it. He put on his coat and found some waterproof gloves. When he felt like he was ready for the snow, he happily ran towards it, bringing his dog, cinnamon, along for the play time.  He had to wear dog boots and while he walked really funny in them, it was better than having his little feet get cold.

When he got to the snow, he got a huge ball of it and lifted it up to inspect. IT was cold, it was pure white, and more of it seemed to be falling from the “Sky”. Knowing it was vegan, he took a bite and it reminded him of a snow cone, except it had a softer texture that he loved. He was about to take another bite when a ball of snow came hurtling towards him and nailed him right in the neck. The snow seeped into his coat and he let out a small yelp as he dropped the snow and tried to brush the other snow out of his coat.

“Hey there Porcupine boy!” A familiar voice called out to Benji and he looked up, “Don’t eat the yellow snow!” They called out playfully and Benji flushed.

“It wasn’t yellow!” He replied and Raleigh rolled her eyes.

“Uh huh, suuuure it wasn’t,” Before she could give him a playful wink, Benji had rolled up a ball in retaliation and threw it at her. The snow burst into pieces on her head and she laughed a bit before grabbing more snow, “You’re going to regret that as much as your underwear choice!” She replied and threw a ball back at the boy who was frantically gathering snow to throw it back.

“THEN I DON’T REGRET IT AT ALL!” He called out and threw a snowball at her as he dived for cover in a makeshift base… that was more like a pile of snow.