skunk-aesthetics

[angelicalchaoticabyss]

Remade a lot of my SU ocs into Gem mermaids. New coat of paint, love it more.

[tavernkeeperbooks]

ART FIGHT WEEK ONE!!!

In order

Tanzanite and choco-berry cookie - https://www.tumblr.com/nuggetmachines

Victor Stien @moriartyutsuki

Dáithí @sorrelkeys on twt

Water-lemon sprinkle cookie @water-lemon-alex

Alligator Pear cookie @beez1-e

Pepper popper cookie @theunluckyvandalist

[hoppity-scotch]

🔶Connor Info🔶

Name: Connor Age: 28 (October 25th) Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Pansexual Height: 187.96 cm (6’2 feet) Occupation: Murderer Butcher

🔶Likes🔶

🌟 Not only does Connor love to cook it is one of his love languages, he’s no Michelin star chef but has had a good few years cooking for himself and others. Despite his interest in cooking it wasn’t by choice, in his youth he was forced into the role of cooking due to his mother falling ill. At first he hated it, as his father always told him cooking was wife’s work but eventually, once he started to perfect his craft, began to love it. 

🌟 Connor loves the outdoors such as camping or hunting as it was the few good times he had with his father. Loves to just watch animals in their natural habitat as well as enjoying the quietness of being away from a bustling city.  He’s fairly efficient navigating the wilderness and almost never gets lost, his father was an excellent explorer and learned a lot from him.  

🌟 Will never admit it to anyone but loves to watch animated TV shows and films, from Gravity Falls to Studio Ghibli. Couldn’t express a lot of emotion and creativity as a child and would often live through these desires by watching TV. Getting invested with the story and characters while also judging the writing and plot holes are just a few reasons why he loves animation.  

🌟 Connor is a total nerd for Geology, loves to collect different rocks and minerals he can find, used to find a whole bunch when he went camping that he’d keep in a box under his bed. You’ll be able to catch a whole heap of Geology books in his room as well as a shelf of all his favorite rocks, some of them are: Watermelon Quartz, Obsidian, Tanzanite, Benitoite, and smooth rocks (for stone skipping). 

🌟 Frequently goes to the boxing ring in town to train and keep up his physique, it’s important as being a butcher requires carrying a lot of weight around. It also allows him to get a lot of frustration out, he’s been known to go overboard at the ring and has been suspended a few times for almost beating others too hard. 

🌟 Absolutely adores spicy food, no level of spice can stop this man. He enjoys a lot of curries and soup dishes, anything that's hearty with a kick to it. On the other hand, he has the biggest sweet tooth, cookies and cakes are his favorite. Surprisingly, Connor is on the fence about ice cream, even though it’s delicious, he often gets terrible brain freezes.

🔶Dislikes🔶

💢 Connor is prone to hating strong smells due to him having a strong nose. He tends to get dizzy if he’s around scented candles, diffusers or even storing perfumes. This is why he prefers unscented soaps when cleaning and will often wear natural scents like white rose, sandalwood and vanilla.

💢 Connor often has earbuds in when going to places that have a noisy atmosphere like shopping malls, restaurants, even just walking by heavy traffic on the street. On top of his sense of smell, he has sensitive hearing and can become overwhelmed when met with sudden, intense sounds. He hates fireworks and lightning most of all, no matter how pretty they can be, it tears through his eardrums like a knife. 

💢 With every fiber of his body, Connor absolutely hates 2000’s comedy films, not all of them mind you, but the really immature and obnoxious ones. It always rubbed him the wrong way how movies use cheap jokes to try and get the audience to laugh,  he would always roll his eyes whenever those movies showed up on TV.

💢 Spring is supposed to be the month of rebirth and love, a time for the flowers to bloom and for the sun to shine. For Connor, it’s the season from hell, where all the bugs come back to life and pollen spreads like a sickness. He gets terrible hayfever and the constant smells from all the flowers makes him want to faint, and prefers to stay inside during this time. 

💢 Despite looking like he never sleeps, he doesn’t drink a lot of coffee. Connor actually hates anything that is bitter and bland, green tea, peppermint, vinegar are a few foods that make his stomach churn in disgust. If someone he cared about made him a bitter dish, he would eat it in a heartbeat, as he’d never turn down a loved one's dish. In saying that, please, don’t give him too much, eventually he’ll have to throw up. 

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Here is some information about my yandere OC! I may or may not change some details down the tract as he still is a work in progress, but I am liking how his character is so far (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ.

[myososheep]

I'm just gonna....... 24, 44, 47, 66 and 86 :3

24. tanzanite and opal though all crystals are the prettiest

44. hmmm i have no idea how it's called but i have the one soap that smells fresh and it's my favourite, but for second fav i think peach scent

47. big tshirt and sweatpants 👌

66. forget-me-nots obviously XD i like daisies too

86. cookies are the best

[gowithplana]

“Do you want me to put a plate together for you and leave it in the autoclave so it stays warm, Optimus?”

:: I'm almost back to the temple Rung- :: Optimus shifts on the transport. Glancing at the pilot before he returns to his datapad. :: I should be at the landing pad soon and then I'll drive. Maybe a Cycle? If I can make it in a groon I'd be glad. But I promise I'll drive safely.:: Optimus smiles as he fidgets with his pad. :: Just don't let everyone eat all of your cookies and the tarts! I really wanted to try your Tanzanite Tart.::

[fanart-for-life-bun]

idk if you do self insert ships but if you do, could you draw some Tanzanite x Spinel if you're comfortable?

As long is not with my version of spinel your gem is free to share her love with the slinky bb uwu

@itstanzaniteuniverse

[sundove88]

Fairytopia (Sundove88’s Version) Casting

Cherry Blossom Cookie, a flower fairy, her sister, a teacup, and a giant butterfly search for a guardian Pokemon Trainer when Magic Meadow starts to die. They must overcome many obstacles put in their path by Medusa, an evil goddess who wants to usurp the power of Palutena.

Cherry Blossom Cookie the Flower Fairy travels to the underwater kingdom of Mermaida to rescue her friend Prince Vegeta, who has been kidnapped by evil goddess Medusa.

Cherry Blossom Cookie is selected by Nessa to become her apprentice and learn the flight of spring at the renowned Fairy School. However, Medusa plans to disrupt the school and take over Fairytopia.

Cherry Blossom Cookie as Elina (Cookie Run)

Teacup as Bibble (Cookie Run)

Cherry Cookie as Herself/Elina’s Younger Sister (Cookie Run)

Firecracker Rocket as Itself/Cherry’s Pet (Cookie Run)

Yuri Brand as Dandelion (Balan Wonderworld)

Palutena as The Enchantress (Kid Icarus)

Crunchy Chip Cookie as Larkspur (Cookie Run)

Bisharp as Quill (Pokemon)

Vivilon as Hue (Pokemon)

Negati as The Fungi (Balan Wonderworld)

Mifuyu Azusa as Dahlia (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Medusa as Laverna (Kid Icarus)

Licorice Cookie as Fungus Maximus (Cookie Run)

Poison Mushroom Cookie as Themselves/Laverna’s Second in Command (Cookie Run)

Burn as Delphine/Shellie (Turbo)

Bulma as Nori (Dragon Ball Z)

Vegeta as Prince Nalu (Dragon Ball Z)

Hydrangea Cookie as Glee (Cookie Run)

Floral Froglet as Dizzle (Cookie Run)

Red Velvet Cookie as Faban (Cookie Run)

Herb Cookie as Linden (Cookie Run)

Nagisa Momoe as Shimmer (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Cure Scarlet as Sunburst (PreCure)

Blaine as Red Guardian/Ruby (Pokemon)

Clay as Orange Guardian/Tourmaline (Pokemon)

Elesa as Yellow Guardian/Topaz (Pokemon)

Erika as The Green Guardian/Emerald (Pokemon)

Nessa as The Blue Guardian/Azura (Pokemon)

Fantina as The Indigo Guardian/Tanzanite (Pokemon)

Lucian as The Violet Guardian/Amethyst (Pokemon)

And like always, here’s the hint for the next Crossover Casting (It’s Pixar)!

🇮🇹🛵🌊

[tanzanite01x]

-Tanzie @greentopaz1

[binickmiller-archive]

tagged by @benoitblanc (thank you arwen ily!!)

if i were a month, i’d be: october

if i were a flower, i’d be: daisy

if i were an album, i’d be: build a problem by dodie (it isn’t out yet but i already love the singles she’s released!)

if i were a mineral, i’d be: tanzanite

if i were a sound, i’d be: jazz music specifically the saxophone

if i were a colour, i’d be: lavender or periwinkle

if i were a drink, i’d be: hot chocolate

if i were a fruit, i’d be: grapes

if i were a quote, i’d be: "look, love is not something we wind up, something we set or control. love is just like art: a force that comes into our lives without any rules, expectations or limitations. love like art, must always be free."

if i were a television series, i’d be: new girl or schitt’s creek

if i were a film, i’d be: love, simon

if i were a fashion brand, i’d be: not sure honestly i don’t really wear fashion branded clothing

if i were a mythological creature, i’d be: pegasus

if i were a taste, i’d be: chocolate chip cookies

if i were a scent, i’d be: fresh linen

if i were a fabric, i’d be: flannel

if i were a body part, i’d be: hands

if i were a song, i’d be: end of the earth by marina

if i were a god(dess) my 4 attributes would be: stubbornness, creativity, loyalty and understanding

tagging: @opheliaaa @shadowsweavers @goldrsh @ahsckatano @barnestroys @danielsousa + anyone else who wants to!!

[simpystarrr]

Does Tanzanite eat?

Yes. She mainly eats cookies, cake, or anything sweet really. But she starts her day off with an iced latte.

Sometimes she eats sushi.

[gently-backstabbing-archive]

((A small plate is left out for Spy. It's filled with chocolate chip cookies that looks slightly singed, and near it are some small amber, amatrine, aragonite, chrysoprase, emerald, kunzite, lepidolite, mahogany obsidian, morganite, ocean jasper, tanzanite, and unakite. There's a note that says, in blocky, shaky letters, "PLEASE DON'T BE SAD -ADRIZEL DÉCÈS" There doesn't seem to be any devious machinations nearby.))

Ah, mon lutin espiègle. . . It's appreciated, thank you. Do not worry, I'm not really sad. Just. . . thinking too much.

[ The cookies were expected, but the various rocks were a welcome surprise. Time to add to his hoard of knowledge and brush up on his geology. ]

[crowberryjuice]

Ask my oc’s!(with rules)

Characters:

blackflare (she/her) (this is a @i-give-people-eggs oc)

zero (she/her)

mellow (he/him)

snooze (any)

mex (he/him)

submarine cookie (any)

Violet tanzanite (she/her)

lavender tanzanite (she/her)

Rubix (they/them)

foresight (they/her)

Rules:

no sexual motivated questions

no slurs or hate on others

read all tags, because other things are allowed such as gore stuff and ext.

now thats out of my head, go a head! <3

[pigspeetsandhooflikefeets]

so based off the host's birthdays, here's their Zodiac and their [modern] birthstones

Bob: March 26th; Aires; Aquamarine and Bloodstone

Jack Cake: June 6th; Gemini; Britain has one less June birthstone than America, just the Pearl and Moonstone

Buzz: June 7th; Gemini; Pearl, Alexandrite, and Moonstone

Schmitty: August 8th; Leo; Peridot and Spinel

Guy: September 4th; Virgo; Sapphire

Cookie: ~December 18th; Sagittarius-Capricorn Cusp; Turquoise, Zircon, and Tanzanite

and Nate gets none lol

[sirenivory]

Mountain, Rock, Mud, Hurricane, Rain, Thunderstorm, Sky, Stars, Space, Volcano, Lava, Ash

Mountain: What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled?Chicago, probably.

Rock: What’s your favourite gemstone?*totally did not go to google* basic I’d say sapphire or amethyst, otherwise tanzanite or labradorite

Mud: Do you like to do hands-on things?Most things. Depends on what it is 100%

Hurricane: If you had to save one thing, what would it be?My dog

Rain: What do you do when it rains?listen to it, usually or sometimes go to stand in it.

Thunderstorm: Do you like to be outside in the rain?Yes.

Sky: Do you like to wear dresses?Yes, don’t own a ton.

Stars: What’s one wish you have?To live and not just survive.

Space: Have you ever seen an eclipse?Quite a few lunar eclipses yes, not a solar so Monday is gonna be interesting.

Volcano: What are you most afraid of?Abandonment, or being used.

Lava: Do you like to do reckless things?No. Not unless it’s in a video game where being reckless would make things go faster.

Ash: Do you have any birthmarks/scars?Birthmark on my left wrist, and at least 2 still visible scars (one from a shitty cat, a hot cookie pan)

[bookwormruler-blog]

So this wonderful and amazing image belongs to the even amazing artist @jamjams-doodledees check their awesome art! Dont forget to comment and heart!

CHAPTER 1

How old is something before it’s considered history? How long must it sit, buried far from the eyes of time? And why must we dig it up?

“Huh,” I huffed as I read the sort inquiry on the brochure. On the front was a photo of the museum that I stood in. So far I found nothing, but a few pieces on the history of my small town. I lived in a relatively city, known to most as Arcadia Oaks. Mostly simple businesses, a hospital, high school, and a wonderful little café not far from where I lived.

But to most of us who live here, we know it as home.

“Alright class, let’s keep moving. We have lots to see and not enough time.” Our teacher, Mr. Stricklander yelled out over the mingling voices of teens. Mr. Stricklander was an odd fellow, or at least that’s how my mother puts it. Though I conquer with her, that’s not how I would put it. More so, he's… weird.

Really I don’t know how to put it. The man seems like a gentlemen, talks like a gentlemen, even breathes like a gentlemen. But there something different about the man. I just feel it. Maybe it’s the fact that he stands 6’, looks like s textbook college professor. From the turtleneck sweater to the men’s shoes, I’m tellin’ you, something about this man screams weirdness.

Stricklander clears his throat rather loudly in attempt to gain the attention of the class. Doesn’t work. So he put two fingers to his mouth and gives off a shrill whistle. Ow… that hurt. Yet, it works. Fifteen sets of eyes meet his.

“Thank you. Shall we?” He said tersely. The large group of students followed on his heels. I stayed to the back so that I wouldn’t be trampled. Since I could remember, I’ve had this frustrating ability to not be seen. I don’t know if people just don’t like seeing me or they simply can’t. And I absolutely hate it. Though sometimes it does have its pros, such as when fleeing from unneeded confrontations.

“Don’t fall behind Ms. Judges, don’t want you to get lost.” Of course my teacher would be the one to see me. I puffed out my cheeks and turned scarlet from embarrassment. “Yes sir.” I nodded.

A couple of my peers whispered and laughed at me, pointing their fingers in my direction. No discretion in their part. I pulled into myself, but followed. I’ve gotten used to it, but still it hurts.

Stricklander led us to different exhibits. Some interesting, some not so much. I was losing interest very quickly, yawning with boredom. But then we came to one of the last exhibits. Suddenly, all tiredness was gone. I piqued.

It was a glass container, in the middle was a teal blue pillow, and on the pillow was a stone. Really, it looked like a cross between a gem and a stone. It was a small tanzanite, barely the size of my pinky nail. Yet, in terms of this gem, that is quite large.

It would seem that I wasn’t the only one who paid more attention here, a pair of boys were spying the gem with a gleeful look. It was Jason and Erik, two of the world’s dickiest people. Numerous times I’ve come home with bruises to both my skin and pride because of them. It always feel like I’m their favorite target.

I pushed my way through the gaggle of students to the front. Coming face to face with the gem, a shiver ran up my spine. I stared at the purplish-blue stone, the longer I stared the more I saw of the gem. I almost missed how the tanzanite seemed to hold a flame in the center of it. Just the way it glistened and shone.

Stricklander grinned at the enthusiasm the class showed at this certain exhibit. “Can anyone tell me what kind of stone this is without reading the sign?” A hand in the middle went up. Stricklander pointed to it, “Yes, Mr. Palchuk?”

Steve smiled arrogantly, “It’s a shiny stone.” And there went all my faith in humans. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. A student to my left stifled a laugh by covering their mouth. Steve wasn’t the smartest cookie in the tin. In all honest reality, the dude was an idiot. He was your everyday jock. Wearing a blue polo shirt everyday and parting his hay blond hair.

Stricklander’s right eye twitched comically, “Close but not close enough Mr. Palchuk. Anyone else care to try?” A pregnant pause befell the group of teens. No one was going to answer, so raised my hand.

“Go ahead Ms. Judges.”

“It’s a tanzanite. One of the world’s rarest gem due to how sparsely located they are geographically.” I said timidly, but clearly. Oh now you people see me? Stricklander’s eyebrows rose in surprise. I guess he didn’t think I would know that.

Ha! Take that.

My teacher folded his arms, “Care to elaborate in further detail?” Fourteen pairs of eyes snapped to mine. See me now do we?

“Sure. Like I said before, they are extremely rare because they are only found in small part of Tanzania. Before they are cut the stone look mostly like the one you see here, but when cut, they become more of a blue color,” I motion to the glistening gem. “Though it is said that their prices now will go up even more when the mines are stripped.” A couple jaws dropped. What? So I like shiny things, as Steve puts it.

Stricklander chuckled and thanked me. He told us about this particular gem and why it was here at the museum. Apparently, it was found by the founders of the town back why then, but they didn’t know at the time what gem it was so they thought it held magical properties. For a long time it was lost to the eye of the public for fear of it being stolen, only recently it was reopened for the public.

Glancing to the two boys staring at the gem I could wonder why.

Finally, Stricklander informed us that that was the end of our field trip. Some of us were in walking distance of home while the rest were taking the bus back to school. However, I wanted to stay a little longer.

Waiting for the rest of the class to disperse and then walking up to Stricklander. “Mr. Stricklander, is okay if I call my mom and ask if I may stay a little longer? There are some exhibits that I saw but we didn’t have time for them.”

“Do you have a way to get home?” He asked.

“It’s not a far walk from here to my house. Besides it would be for me to get some exercise. Please?”

Stricklander looked at me from the corner of his eye, contemplated it, “Very well, but call you mother first. I don’t want you to be left here with out her knowing.” I grinned and nodded enthusiastically. Stepping away, I pulled out my phone. I entered my password and pulled up the dial. Mom was on speed dial so I was soon listening to a ring speaker.

:‘Hello?’: Mom’s voice crackled.

I smiled, “Hey Mom, is okay if I stay behind at the museum? There’s some more I wanted to see.”

I heard her setting something down, more than likely a cup.

:'Sure. Just be home before they lock you in.’: She joked. I smiled and we said our goodbyes and our I-love-yous. I informed Stricklander of Mom’s decision and he bid me farewell, telling me he’d see me on Monday. Thank god today was Friday!

I watched with glee as the rest of my class went their separate ways, leaving me alone here. “Finally, peace and quiet.” I sighed with relief. A quick once over of the museum, I was surprised to find it empty apart from me. I suppose there were some workers here.

“Now what to do,” I tapped my chin. I settled on wondering around the large building. My shoes made a tapping sound that echoed through the hollow hallways. Just to counteract the silence, I started humming a song. And I let my feet take me.

………….

“Okay now I’m lost.” I admitted. Doing a 360’, I didn’t recognize a damn thing. White walls rose up all around me, columns and arches created shadows signaling that it was late. Probably time to get my behind home. If only I can… Ah ha! With glee I rushed to a door that had an 'Employees Only’ sign on it. Maybe I can ask for some directions.

Just as I gripped the cool metal handle a crash came from down the hall. Down the dark hall. I slowly let go of the handle and silently made my way to the location of the crash. Being cautious with my steps, until they were nothing.

When another crash sounded, I pressed myself against the wall. A column was shielding from view. Someone was yelling. Boy did they sound mad! I held my breath at the sound of footsteps. They were a haunting sound.

“I swear those things are the most idiotic beings ever!” Wait, I recognize that voice! Air got stuck in my throat as Mr. Stricklander walked out from the room directly in front of me. The one that was only separated from me by the thick column.

If I was a animal, I’d be pinning my ears to my head in an attempt to hide better. But I was up against a wall.

Stricklander was acting odd, odder than normal. He was pacing and ranting on about some bridge. Was he thinking of becoming an architect? Could be doing some landscaping. Then something freaky happened. He turned to face me, but not see me, and his eyes were freakin’ glowing!

Straight up night lights! Unlike their normal green eyes with the whites they were now yellow, like headlights on a car. There went the neighborhood.

A chill went up my spine. What. The. Hell? What was he?

He grumbled something under his breath before stomping back into the unknown room. I scrunched up my face, did my teacher just throw a fit?

Wait. He’s my teacher. Monday’s gonna be weird…

Mom used to tell me that I got into the most trouble when I was little, said it was because I was so curious. I wanted to know everything and why. Still do get into trouble, but not as much due to the angel on my shoulder.

But I guess my angel wanted to know what was in that room just as much as I did.

Drawing up as much as my fleeting courage, I peeked my head around the column wearily. At first I didn’t see anything other than more walls and columns, but then a light came from the room Stricklander walked into.

I had to see what was in there.

So far I hadn’t been seen, so I peeked out a little further. I saw a little bit of the room, mostly just coverings on the walls. Taking a step out from the behind the column, I saw more. Just I don’t think I was supposed to. Because the moment I saw what looked to be a pile of stone, I noticed Stricklander exchanging a conversation with something that looked like a lovechild between a mountain and a bigfoot.

And that lovechild saw me.

He said something to my teacher who snapped his head to me. I will never forget Stricklander’s expression. A mix between shock and… fear? He yelled something out, but it was too late. I turned foot and ran.

“Shitshitshitshitshit…” I cussed and I ran. The word almost serving as a chant, telling to get my shit together and ran like hell!

I slid around a corner, almost falling, would have if not for stabilizing with my hand. I could hear the lovechild on my heels. Dude sounded heavy.

Dear god, is this how I’m gonna die? Death by evil villain who was corroborating with my weird teachers? Could be worse.

Damn asthma… my chest was already burning. Breathing was getting harder and harder to do. But I pushed past it, my will to stay alive was stronger.

I didn’t know where I was going. I was taking random corners hoping to throw the creature off. But it still kept on my ass. At this point I was tempted to stop and quit. Never was a big runner.

However, I saw an exhibit that I recognized. It was the tanzanite! Which meant the entrance wasn’t far, maybe once I was outside I could loose this lug! With renewed hope and determination I hauled ass to the door.

So close! So close to freedom and life!

I was about two feet from the door handles when the lovechild dropped down from the skies, blocking me. I yelped as I collided with its stone hard body. Ow… that’s going to leave a mark. If I live…

Everything was fuzzy. I must have hit my head.

Laughter.

It was laughing at me. Laughing at me! I gazed up with a dazed look at the creature. Even with the daze, I could see some key features. Such as the yellow and red eyes, dude, those are brighter than Stricklander’s! The creature’s main color variation was black and grey. It hand small tusks that jutted out from its bottom jaw, making me assume it had an underbite. Two horns curved down and in from its head. One looked like it had been broken off, the tip was gone.

Two straps made of something I didn’t recognize crossed over its chest, they met at a kilt like cover. It had its cover decorated with skulls of unknown creatures. On its right forearm is had a band. And two… swords?

It was also buff. Like… REALLY… buff. If I wasn’t so dazed, I’d say it wasn’t bad lookin’. Better than some humans I’ve seen.

I met its glowing orbs and wasn’t scared. Woah. I must have it my head pretty hard. I blinked and tried to push myself away from the creature. But then it spoke.

“Keep running. I like a good chase.” Oh. My. God.

With a voice like that, I’m good right here. Dear lord I sound like a hormonal teenage girl, oh wait, I am one. I giggle drunkenly at my joke. The creature furrowed its brows in confusion.

“Help me up and I’ll get back to running.” I huffed.

“Why would I help you when I’m just gonna kill you?” It asked snarkly.

I stuck my tongue out at it. Fine be that way, then I wont be going anywhere with you. I shakily got to my, thinking I was doing it gracefully like a deer, in reality, I looked like a newborn giraffe. When I started to tremble, I boldly put a hand on tall dark and stone.

Now stabled, I took some steps. Only to fall back on the ground.

“You know this ground is actually comfier than it looks. I think I’ll go to sleep right here.” I yawned and curled into a ball.

A pair of footsteps came running in mine and the creature’s direction. I was too tired to see who it was. All I wanted was sleep. And damn it, I was gonna get some.

“What happened?!” Oh it was Stricklander. He sounded exasperated, maybe from running? The creature leaned over my curled up form. I hummed and rolled over to look back at it.

“This fleshbag’s still alive… I’ll grab her.”

“Don’t eat her, Bular.” Stricklander’s voice was commanding. Even more than he is in school. He’d been holding out no me, I feel so offended.

Wait. He said the creature’s name. Bular… actually that’s a cool name. Cool name to go with a cool creature.

“I won’t.” Bular stated as he leaned closer to my face. His features were shimmering away in black particles, along with everything else. Slowly, my sight turned dark.

[tanzanite01x]

Three, I’ll get to the Cookies and Cocoa after the water is done…but thanks anyways… -Tanzie @butterflygineer @paultine