#the hat….. coloes…… bright colors……..

[florassexperience]

Going Up?

I’ve not had this much writing inspo in a HOT minute. Enjoy Flora’s first time on the elevator! If you see any misspells or words that are wrong, please tell me, criticism(as long as it’s nice) is appreciated! I’m dyslexic so I can mess up words sometimes.

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I walk through the doors of the small, cozy convenience store. Glig Glags is it’s name, and immediately my eyes catch the large being standing at the check-out desk.

Tall, towering, and large, they have broad, disproportionate shoulders and a thick torso, with arms that have a noticeable width to them itself, and the grey clad uniform is not enough to dull the garish yellow of it’s round face, and scarily enough the only thing on said face is two black eyes and a wide smile. Certainly not human. They’re much taller than me, and certainly much taller than Mach. They’re having to sit down just to fit in the store.

They could crush me like a bug.

“Hello!” Oh God that voice does not fit.

I step up to the large thing, and their eyes follow me, getting bigger as I get right up to the counter.

“Do you normally just stare at business owners?” The head tilts. I have to hide my shudder.

“Sorry- I’m- I’m not used to-“

“Things that look like me? No worries, unless you have sticky fingers, I will not harm you. I am Enphoso, and welcome to my shop.” It motions to the shelves with various wares. Gleaming, orangy gold tokens of a creature I can’t recognize, dart guns, plenty of bowling pins with a cat face and a hat, and in the corner an ominous red orb.

“Thank you.” I’m slightly eased, mainly because whatever this thing is clearly isn’t hostile, of course it wouldn’t be, Mach wouldn’t send me here if it was.

“What’s the schedule of the elevator?” I crane my neck to look up at Enphoso, and he smiles, laughing. A piercing giggle.

“Who ever told you there was a schedule? No one talks like that, it comes when it comes.” My brows furrow, and I can feel an uncomfortable heat build in my body.

I hate being late, I hate having plans thwarted, and I hate not having a schedule.

“But do not worry, it will come here soon.” It reassures, placing a hand on its chest.

“How do you know that if there’s no schedule?” I ask broadly, and it gains me another god awful giggle.

“When you’re a shopkeeper in such a place like this, you learn the unexpected.” It motions it’s hand to a wall, and the wall opens up, revealing an elevator door, and the door opens.

Out comes creatures of all kinds, running and looking around at the shop. Right, the players.

“You’re on a timed schedule, I’d get on before you’re stuck waiting here, friend.” Enphoso wills me on.

I don’t feel very willed. The pit in my stomach turns as I walk towards the elevator, almost running straight into a Mannequin wearing a hard hat.

“Sorry! Excuse me!” I call out as I narrowly move around them.

“Watch wher’ yer goin’ kid!” A masculine, southern voice yells out at me as I clamber into the elevator, almost blinded by the change in lighting.

“Someone doesn’t belong here.” Someone speaks, and I look over to them. Maybe about one foot taller than me, skinny and lanky, with pale white skin and beetle mandibles, and long spiky white hair. It donned black clothing with Japanese symbols, and a black hat to fit.

“Pest! Don speak Japanese to a new comr! U’ll ovrwhelm them!” Speaks another one, more feminine presenting, heavy-set with puffy yellow curls and matching skin. They have a party whistle in their mouth and a multi colored party hat, and clothing that almost reminds me of an early two-thousands outfit from my old universe. It almost makes me sick.

Wait.

He spoke Japanese?

Right. I forgot I can understand people even when they’re speaking another language.

I debate on acting confused, but the tall beetle chitters and scoffs.

“Stand in a corner, will you? You terribly lack elevator etiquette.” He crosses his arms.

“Right- sorry.” I stammer out, placing myself in a corner between the two.

“Hai! I’m PartyNoob! I go by Poob tho.” The bright colored one waves, and then happily blows their whistle.

“Do you always have to introduce yourself by your gamertag?” Pest huffs, rolling his red eyes.

“Yu kno EXACTLY y I do!” Poob responds back, blowing their whistle as the flood of players run back in.

It’s so loud. So entirely loud. I can barely get a thought in. So many people, the players jumping around me like I’m a statue.

My head spins as the elevator goes up.

“Yu look sic! Thas no gud! If yu need a thro up pail, I have an empty gift box!” Poob gestures it towards me, and I can notice by the way the players stop jumping around to look at us, that they’re intrigued.

“I…I’m just not good near so many people, but thank you, Poob. That’s very sweet of you. I don’t throw up easy though so I’ll be okay.” I smile, and wave dismissively.

“Okay! Jus tell me if yu need it! It’s a long ride!” Poob blows her party whistle again, and then turns back to face more of the front of the elevator.

I’m heart warmed by the gesture until one of the players come up and open palm SMACKS Poob across the face. My jaw goes slack.

“Hey!” I go to interject, but Pest raises his hand.

“Save it. They can only hear what their universe permits them to hear. They’re never going to listen to you. What are you, new here?” He looks away from me, shaking his head.

“I wish they wuld listen…” Poob says sadly, looking down at their feet.

I realize how much I’m going to have to get used to. What the hell did I get myself into?

God, this is going to be one long elevator ride.

[beeindaclouds]

OH WAIT- I CHANGED MY MIND- SHOPPING W THE FERAL BOYS W A CALM!READER GO

DON'T MIND THE OTHER ASK

LYVUU, YES, actually I quiet love this idea

Hope you enjoy <3

Crew boys w/ Calm!Reader at the mall

Click here before requesting, please <3

First of all, you are not only an honorary member of the Crew boys

You're basically the parent of the group, since you're the only calm one

In little words, you have five kids to take care of. And you know how kids are in malls...

Dream is the only "normal" one, until he's challanged to do something stupid then he'll do it

You have lost George in the mall many times because he kept on getting distracted by every little thing. You did contemplate buying one of those backpack with leashes on them

Sapnap is the chaotic gremlin n. 1 that keeps on running around like mad man. He also seems to have a lot of fun going up and down the escalators

Quackity, chaotic gremlin n. 2, kept on being loud and obnoxious. Mostly running around and exclaiming "Me perdonas" at every passing person

Karl, the 3rd and final gremlin, that has a weird obsession with climbing the railings cause "he likes the danger". Also needs to be kept away from the monster aisle or he'll buy each and everyone of them

So yeah... you had a ot on your plate

At one point they all decided, without your permission, to give you a makeover and dragged you to different stores to buy new clothes

In the end you ended up with a:

A yellow bucket hat chosen by Dream becuse it had a smiley face on it

A random pastel coloful sweater that Karl found because it reminded him of his own merch

A pair of black pants with flames at the end of them from Sapnap, to stay on brand

Bright neon orange crocs from Quackity, cause why not

And George's famous goggles that he found out of luck in the glasses isle

Not a very...coordinated outfit, but they tried

It's the thought that counts :')

Before leaving you all went to the McDonald's there

And the restaurant happened to have an inside kids playground, with the pit ball and slides and everything, that happened to be empty because it was pretty late

They all obviously went in and dragged you with them

George tried to get Dream out of a slide he got stuck in because he was "too big"

Quackity was throwing the colorful balls at Sapnap, and then drowning him in them

While you and Karl were watching the chaos from the top of the kids playground

You were kicked out after a while cause y'all were too old for those playgrounds

[cj-pod]

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[anodyne-sunflower]

Eddie K. May RP (Part 1)

A/N: I got a few requests to post the entire thing. So, enjoy if ya haven’t read it yet, or enjoy if ya wanna reread. ❤️Thanks to @acunningstargazer for recording the entire thing lol otherwise I’d be screwed in going back to look for them…..

~Eddie/Nova~

Nova pulled up to Eddie’s house, the sound of tires over gravel broke the quietness of the early afternoon. She swung the door of her beat up car open and jumped out. She straightened her shirt and pulled down her shorts that rode up as she was driving and headed toward the front door. She pulled open the screen and pounded her fist at the worn door.

“Eddie! I’m here! Lets go eat!” She shouted. Nova waited a minute before raising her hand to knock again when the door flew open. She really shouldn’t have been surprised to see a petite, bottle blonde woman standing there wearing a flannel slightly too big and masculine for her. It was the flannel she had given Eddie for his birthday last year she noted.

“Who are you?” Came the nasally, accusing voice of the blonde. Nova rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh before shoving past the smaller girl and into her best friend’s house. It smelled like cigarettes and whiskey and familiarity. She looked around to see Eddie coming out of his room in nothing but his boxers, rubbing his eye, hickies decorating his neck. He looked up and made eye contact with Nova. She raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘Really?’ and gave him a pointed look.

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Eddie looked over to his friend, a huge grin stretching across his lips as he leaned against the doorway to his room. “Well shit, darlin’…I wasn’t expecting you till the afternoon.”

“Eddie, who in the hell is this?!”

The cowboy turned his gaze to the blonde woman, her hands on her hips as she frowned his way. He could feel the jealousy rolling off her in waves, but he simply smirked at her, running a hand through his messy hair.

“You’re still here?”

She gasped at his rude behavior, stomping off into his room, and yelling at him about this and that, not that Eddie paid much mind. “You’d think they get the idea of a fuckin’ hook up, huh?”

He smiled at Nova, clearly not realizing he was in fact late to be ready.

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Nova rolled her eyes, a common action she did around Eddie. She walked over and plopped down on his couch and propped her cowboy boot covered feet on his coffee table and crossed one tan leg over the other. “Bringing home strays again?” He was about to answer when the blonde came back out, dressed, with her shoes in her hands. She glared daggers at Nova and then turned to Eddie.

“Baby, don’t you want to hang out with me today rather than…that?” She gestured to the woman on the couch. Nova snorted in amusement.

“Sweetness I am about 30 seconds away from dragging you out by your overly bleached, split ended head and run you over with my truck.” She drawled out casually and stared her down. It was a stare she had given Eddie many times. It was quite intimidating and, to be honest, kind of a scary look. The blonde squeaked and rushed out the door. Nova smirked and chuckled to herself and looked at Eddie.

“You do realize it is 2 in the afternoon, cowboy? You have five minutes before I leave you here to get food by myself.”

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Eddie looked after his latest hook up, smirking as she left in a huff and shot him one last angry glance. It’s not like he expected much, but he usually tried to give them money for a taxi or something. But, hell, this worked too.

“You got a habit of scarin’ them off all the time, darlin’.”

He ran a hand through his hair, heading back to his bedroom so he could shower.

“Hold your fuckin’ horses, I’ll be ready in a minute. The hell you takin’ me anyway?” His voice trailed off as he went deeper into his room.

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"Don’t tell me you’re complaining. At least when I scare them off you don’t have to deal with them pitifully begging to stay.” Nova rolled her eyes. She would have thought that after years of the same routine this wouldn’t have been a surprise to Eddie. She brought her legs off the coffee table and took her curly hair out of its regular pony tail. The tightness had started to give her a headache.

“Come on Eddie, where do you think i’m taking you if I said I was hungry? I swear you wouldn’t be able to figure out how to pour water out of a boot even if the instructions were on the bottom of the shoe.”

She shouted loud enough for him to hear her over the water of the shower. She heaved herself up and decided to make herself useful and pick up the empty whiskey and beer bottles that littered the kitchen. Once that was done she filled a glass up with water and grabbed some pain reliever from her purse and swallowed the tablets hoping the ache in her head would go away. That blonde’s screeching didn’t help. She leaned back against the counter and waited for her friend to finish getting ready. According to the clock on the wall he had two minutes.

***************************************

Eddie laughed from the shower, rolling his eyes at her attitude. It never failed to amuse him at how blunt the woman could be, especially when it came to his many vices. “Yeah, yeah, darlin’….” He came out of the bedroom, rubbing a towel on his head as he eyed her from under it. He had that same mischievous stare, and he grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the table as he sat on the couch. He was only in his jeans, and he winked over at his friend. “Why you in such a fuckin’ rush?” He took a long drag, blowing the smoke towards her just to piss her off, a normal occurrence for him.

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Nova frowned, her nose wrinkled, and she brought a hand up to fan away the gray smoke. Cigarette smoke did not help her headache and she hoped that the pain reliever would soon kick in. She groaned and fell back on the couch, her head landing in Eddie’s lap.

"I get enough dick without you acting like one.” She said to him with a straight face. She reached up and flicked his nose in annoyance.

"Eddie, for fuck’s sake, I am hungry.” As if to prove her point her stomach growled.

"Nothing comes between a woman and food. You should know that.” She rolled her eyes and traced some patterns on his freckled arms absentmindedly.

"And because of all the trauma you put me through this morning, you’re paying, cowboy.”

***************************************

He scoffed at her dramatic use of words, and rolled his eyes as he leaned his head back against the couch. “Trauma, huh?” He was amused though, you’d think the woman would be used to his behavior by now.

"Well, why don’t you fuckin’ stop complaining and we can go get something to eat.”

He reached over to the table, grabbing his hat and putting it on. “Come on, darlin’.” He nudged at her arm, trying to push her off of him.

He got up, taking his pack of cigs with him as he went to change fully before heading out, though he wasn’t sold on paying for their meal.

***************************************

She smiled smugly at her success of getting him up and ready in record time. She loved to tease him. Patience was never one of Nova’s virtues. She got up off the couch, grabbed her bag, and they both headed out the door to her car, Nova in the drivers seat and Eddie in the passengers. They drove for a while just having witty banter and lots of laughing on Nova’s part. Eventually, they made it to a small diner and she pulled into a parking spot. The pair got out and Nova once again adjusted her shirt and shorts before they entered into the restaurant. She smiled to the waitress and Nova led them to a booth on the other side of the diner. It was nearly empty save for a few men sitting at the counter. The waitress greeted them and handed the pair some menus. Nova scanned hers and looked up briefly at Eddie.

"So what do you wanna do after this?” She laid the menu down and set her head in her hand. The sun shining bright through the window felt so nice to her as it warmed her right side. She adjusted her head slightly so it wouldn’t hurt her eyes.

***************************************

Eddie leaned back into the booth, throwing an arm over the top as he watched another waitress leave. He had to admire the woman’s ass, and he smirked at her when she looked back at him, her lips curling into a flirtatious smile.

“You know….I’m startin’ to like this place a little more. Shit food and all.”

He looked back at his friend, smile instantly leaving when she glared at him.

“What?”

***************************************

Nova felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy. But she couldn’t figure out why. She had not even realized she was glaring at him. She swallowed and tried to have a neutral expression.

"You’re such a fuckin’ pig.” She attempted at teasing him. She picked up the menu again and Eddie did the same. While he was reading it over she observed him. The light hit his hair just right, making it shine. He always had soft hair. She liked running her fingers through it feeling how silky it was. She loved his green eyes. Green had always been her favorite color and she had always thought the freckles on his skin looked like the constellations they stared at from the bed of his truck. His lips were so wonderfully plump. She wondered what it would be like to-

No. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking or where they had even came from. She had feelings for Eddie. This realization shook her to the core. They had been friends for years. Of course his nightly activities with women had unsettled her but she had just brushed it off as her disliking how he used women like tissues. I guess she knew deep down that her feelings were a bit extreme. Her eyes widened and she hunched down slightly trying to hid behind the menu. Her breaking came a little quicker as she panicked internally. She could feel her cheeks get hot and she hoped her tan skin hid the rosy color.

The waitress came back with two waters and Nova busied herself with taking the wrapper off her straw and sipping her water, both hands gripping the cool glass. She watched Eddie and the waitress’ flirtatious glances and she felt a sadness in the pit of her stomach. She was not Eddie’s type.

*************************************** “The fuck’s grinding your gears, sweetheart?” He laughed, keeping his eyes trained on the waitress. It only became more obvious when she came back with their drinks, and he winked at her biting down on his lip in interest. He turned back to his friend, smile leaving when he found her hiding behind the menu.

He cocked an eyebrow, reaching over the table and grabbing the menu from her hands. He folded it back up, laying it down in front of him as he stared at her. “The fuck’s wrong with you now? You goddamn menstruating or some shit?”

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Her head snapped up, startled by the sudden removal of her menu and stared at Eddie, wide-eyed. She licked her bottom lip and opened her mouth but just as quickly closed it. Usually she would have given him a sarcastic comment, a witty remark, a snarky comeback, something. But she had no words. Instead, she mumbled out a quiet ‘nothing’, taking her glass of water. She took a sip and chewed on the end of the straw, her eyes looking around the restaurant. Anything to distract her from him but they always seemed to come back to Eddie. Her newfound realization startled her and she was trying to process it.

The waitress once again came back to take their, well Eddie’s, food order. It was a lot more flirting and a lot of ignoring of Nova. She cleared her throat and the waitress turned to her annoyed.

"What?” The waitress snapped. Nova clenched her jaw. She wasn’t hungry anymore. She quietly requested toast and the waitress rolled her eyes and turned back to Eddie. Nova put her elbows on the table and rested her head in them. Her fingers rubbed her eyes and temples.

“Mother fuck I need a drink.” She said. It came out louder than she intended. With her hands over her eyes she didn’t even bother looking up. She assumed Eddie was too distracted by the waitress.

*************************************** “Well, why don’t I just pick you up after work?” Eddie leaned closer towards the waitress, smirking up at the girl. Before she could answer though Nova’s words cut her off, and Eddie turned towards his friend, brows furrowing. The waitress looked from Eddie to Nova, before she answered him with a quick ‘sure, honey’ and walked off.

Eddie fell back into the booth, resting his back now against the window so he could stretch his legs out. “Wanna tell me why you need a damn drink in the afternoon? Not that I’m complainin’.”

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"Just…one of those days… I guess?” Nova answered lamely. She really needed to get her emotions in order. She tapped her fingers in a random beat on the table and cleared her throat.

"I’m assuming I’ll just drop you back at your place after this so you can get your car.” Nova said quietly, keeping her eyes on her fingers placed on the tabletop. Jealousy swirled in her stomach and she did what she could to suppress it.

"Did you wanna do something tomorrow or…?” She lifted her chin at the waitress who was making her way over with there food. She placed Eddie’s food down in front of him and all but threw down Nova’s toast.

"Could I get more water please?” Nova asked and the waitress glared and snatched her cup, going to refill it. Nova let out a long exhale through her nose.

"Don’t think she likes me very much.”

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Eddie smirked when she said car, rolling his eyes for what he felt was the hundredth time as he tried to explain the beauty behind his vehicle. “Truck. Not fuckin’ car. Truck. Do I look like some pussy whipped-” before he could finish his sentence Nova cut him off, nodding over at the waitress as she brought his food.

“Thanks, darlin’.” Eddie smiled at the girl, winking up at her as she blushed and smiled back. He had already noticed the bad blood forming between Nova and her, but he was never one to interfere with such bullshit.

He dug into his pancakes, pointing his fork at Nova as he spoke with his mouth full. “Course she don’t like you. You’ve been shootin’ bitchy ass glares her way since we got here.”

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Nova rolled her eyes at his car, truck, whatever, rant. She brought her feet to rest on the booth across from her so she was in a somewhat reclining position and she picked at her toast.

"I didn’t even notice her glares. But then again, most of your sexcapades hate me.” Nova shrugged and looked up at Eddie. She licked her bottom lip and swallowed some burnt toast.

"Do..Do you think you will ever find someone? Not just for sex, I mean. Like a relationship.” Nova couldn’t really remember a time when Eddie had a girlfriend. Just hookups. Fucking. She never understood why. He was certainly attractive enough. Women just flocked to him. She was sure he used his southern charm to his advantage. And Eddie might be rough around the edges but deep down, he was a good person. Although he would never admit it.

Nova finished her toast and put some money on the table. She waited for Eddie to finish his food so Nova could bring him to car. ‘Oh wait.’ She thought, ‘Its a truck. Not a car. He isn’t pussy whipped.’ She smiled, bit her lip, and laughed slightly at her own thoughts.

~End of Part 1~

[borningrandeur]

10 Things to Know About...

Keiko Mizu

Daughter of emperor Osai Mizu and his empress, Natsumi Mizu.

Age: 19

Race: Asian/Japanese

Eye Color: Dark brown

Height: 161cm

Hair Color: Ink black

Habits: Keiko tends to act as if she possesses all knowledge and rarely admits to needing help or explanation. Because of her fairly sheltered and pampered upbringing, she is very lost to the outside world and its secrets.  

Special Features: Keiko never takes off the golden and emerald ring on her right hand’s index finger. Her hair is usually pinned up into one or two buns. 

Hobbies: She finds herself looking up at the sky whenever she has a moment alone. The sun and the way it commanded the skies surrounding it, reminded her of the strength and boldness of her father. She misses him.

Aspiration: Keiko wants to return to Akari. She refuses to allow another family rule over the empire in her place. It wasn’t even her decision to leave, she was abducted only a few days before her wedding night by a crazed man named Patty. If she doesn’t get back to her throne soon, it may no longer be attainable for her. 

Natalia Briare

Daughter of upper class Spaniard, Isaac Britto, and his maid, Amare.

Age: 21

Race: Black/Hispanic

Eye Color: Bright green

Height: 172cm

Hair Color: Syrup brown

Habits: Natalia jumps between Spanish and English, never caring if people understand her or not. She makes jokes out of almost everything and typically upsets others with them. She tends to curse when she’s angry... and happy... and sad... and confused... she likes to curse. If she finds herself kissing someone, her hand gentle grasps the side of their neck.   

Special Features: Natalia has one of the most unique laughs- it is husky and full and proud and demanding of attention every time it makes an appearance. Her hair is wild mass of curls falling to her elbows and she has a scar on her left forearm. 

Hobbies: Drinking, drinking and more drinking. Occasionally star gazing since that’s her job and all.

Aspiration: She finally escaped her past. Now, she only cares about her crew and the ship they sail on. Whether they find eternity or not, she’s happy.

Alice Capella

Daughter of musical prodigies Leonardo and Julia Capella.

Age: 27

Race: White/British

Eye Color: Chestnut brown

Height: 163cm

Hair Color: Icy blonde

Habits: She giggles whenever she’s uncomfortable or flustered. She hums all the time and often tugs at her hair for being ‘difficult’ and falling in her face.

Special Features: Alice has a photographic and flawless memory. She has an angelic singing voice and an incredible mind. She usually incorporates blue ribbons into her hair. 

Hobbies: She’s writing and composing music every chance that she gets. She also loves to read cheesy romance and adventure novels, though she never admits it.

Aspiration: She wants to experience new feelings and meet new people, see new places, all in order to create extravagant songs and tales. She wants to become a musical legend and eventually return home with enough money to buy the tavern she used to perform at, and transform it into a complete theater. 

Toby Jay

Daughter of bakers Lucas and Helen Jay.

Age: 35

Race: White/Scottish

Eye Color: Jade blue

Height: 174cm

Hair Color: Fiery red

Habits: She’s judges just about everyone for every little thing they do. Whether it’s your clothes or what you’re eating or how you’re talking, etc. you’re getting critiqued.  

Special Features: Her hair is always tied up and her accent is incredibly thick. 

Hobbies: Cooking always brings Toby comfort. It reminds her of home. 

Aspiration: Toby wants to find the Pool of Eternity, not necessarily to use on herself, but to sell to any fool dumb enough to believe in that ‘magical elixir’. With the money, she wants to open up an honorable restaurant, and reach out to her parents... fix her past mistakes. And build something that could support her family for generations. 

Linda Desoto

Daughter of merchants Charles and Sera Desoto.

Age: 31

Race: White/Hispanic

Eye Color: Dark brown

Height: 165cm

Hair Color: Coffee brown

Habits: Linda chews her pencils and taps her fingers along a table whenever she’s reading, which is constantly. She often trips over her skirts due to her always trying to carry huge amounts of books at a time that block her sight. 

Special Features: Linda wears big rounded glasses that make her eyes appear twice as big and sweet as usual. She adores floral clothing. 

Hobbies: She likes to read but she mostly enjoys writing in her diaries, recounting the highlighted moments of her days. 

Aspiration: Linda wants to make a discovery that would shake the world, such as the Pool of Eternity. She wants to shed light on humanity’s questions and get paid greatly in return as a grand researcher. She plans to return home to her parents one day and buy them the mansion she felt they deserved.

August Rey

Son of nobles Adam and Anna Rey.

Age: 33

Race: White/British

Eye Color: Blue-green

Height: 185cm

Hair Color: Tawny brown

Habits: He’s headstrong and stubborn when he puts his mind to something. Often times he can become so consumed by his goals, that he forgets he may be harming those he cares for in the process.

Special Features: August always wears a captain’s hat, passed down onto him from the last man that commanded the ship, Blood Diamond. He also wears a golden locket at all times, tucked beneath his shirt.

Hobbies: August doesn’t spend a lot of time winding down. To him, that’s a waste of time he could be spending checking over the crew, marking the maps, or reviewing lore on the Pool.

Aspiration: August wants to be the first to drink from the legendary Pool of Eternity rumored to be hidden within a forever moving shadowed island. By achieving this goal, he will no longer have to fear death nor the physical pains of life. He will be free to do whatever he pleases for as long as he pleases.

Poe

Son of unknown parents that he was separated from at birth.

Age: 24

Race: Black/African

Eye Color: Caramel brown

Height: 202cm

Hair Color: Coal black

Habits: He tends to keep to himself and avoid trouble or conflict whenever possible. He usually intimidates people without trying and his silence and lack of care to explain said silence leads people to believe he’s disrespectful.

Special Features: Poe has thick long dreads usually tied back in a loose ponytail. He stays completely silent except from the occasional chuckle or sigh. He has multiple scars along his chest and arms. He’s extremely tall and muscular with a build like a giant.

Hobbies: Poe likes to read and write poetry. Whenever he has a quiet moment away from the fighting and drinking, he likes to spend it by himself with his literature.

Aspiration: Poe wants to collect as much poetry as possible from all corners of the world. Eternity is not his priority.

Kidd Perish

Adoptive son of Kane and Terra Saunter.

Age: 28

Race: Black/Italian

Eye color: Honey brown

Height: 179cm

Hair Color: Onyx black

Habits: Kidd constantly likes to show off his vast vocabulary, dropping flowery words that often annoy people, especially when they don’t understand them. He also has a bad habit of describing how everyone could get killed if not cautious. Though he’s only trying to be informative, this act often just frightens people.  

Special Features: Kidd has a short curly afro that he rarely lets grow out. He is always wearing black clothing as well. Kidd carries around one dagger in particular, always strapped to his hip with a hilt covered with rubies. 

Hobbies: Kidd always surrounds himself with others. He never bothers to be alone because truly, he wouldn’t know what to do with it. He always loved interacting with people and building relationships. Ranging from drinking with the Captain himself to going out into the town with the ship’s powder monkeys. 

Aspiration: Kidd’s hometown was on the brink of an all out war between rivaling gang associations, including his own. Kidd was chosen from his parents to be the one to look into the myth that is the Pool of Eternity. Kidd wants to find it, and bring it back home for his family and their followers to drink. Together, they’d become an unstoppable force that would easily destroy all of their competitors and enemies. 

Boris Graham

Son of Stephan and Evelyn Graham.

Age: 35

Race: White/Italian

Eye Color: Smokey grey

Height: 190cm

Hair Color: Golden brown

Habits: Boris talks about his past and his family back home every chance that he gets. He also likes to talks to everyone as if they’re lost children, despite the closeness in age.  

Special Features: Boris has several faint scars on his hands and wrists from accidents and mistakes he had in his profession. He usually is dirtied from his work as well, whether that be coal, gunpowder, sawdust, etc. 

Hobbies: Boris likes to walk around the perimeter of the ship, searching for aspects that could be improved upon and then figuring out ways to achieve said enhancements without costing the captain a fortune. 

Aspiration: Boris wants to locate the Pool of Eternity so that he can take some of it and bring it to his sick wife. He plans on curing her and living life forever by her side. He also wants to see his daughter, and give her the drink too. That way, he could make up for the time lost while he was away. He hopes Linda joins him when he eventually returns home; he’d miss her terribly otherwise.

Nygel Young

Son of nobles Frederick and Violet Young.

Age: 34

Race: White/British

Eye Color: Teal blue

Height: 188cm

Hair Color: Walnut brown

Habits: Nygel has a huge worrying problem. He’s always thinking of the worst case scenario which only leads him to be incredibly pessimistic and doubtful of everything they do. 

Special Features: Nygel still carries himself as the aristocrat he always was. He speaks eloquently and dresses as best as one can aboard a ship.

Hobbies: Nygel found joy in gardening. Back at home, his house was covered in exotic and gorgeous flowers from around the world... however, aboard the Blood Diamond, he can’t exactly plant anything anymore. 

Aspiration: Nygel wants to find the Pool of Eternity and drink it for himself. In his mind, it is the only way for him to honor his household and avoid bringing about shame. With immortality, the effects of the Pool are also supposed to cure all illnesses. Including illness of the mind; curing the romantic preferences that Nygel convinced himself to be mental sickness.

Tatum Parr

Son of Amy Parr and stepson to Anthony Parr.

Age: 13

Race: White/British

Eye Color: Sky blue

Height: 155cm

Hair Color: Dirty blonde

Habits: Tatum is incredibly conceited and tends to fail to realize how much of a liability he actually is. Because of his abundance of self pride, he throws himself into ridiculous situations, thinking he can handle them and thinking he’s invincible.

Special Features: Tatum has a squeaky, cracking, voice that is usually the center of many jokes cracked by the crew.

Hobbies: Tatum loves to play with animals whenever he has the chance. Especially cats. He always has time for cats. Even the strays. 

Aspiration: Tatum is determined to retrieve the man he assumes to be his father, August, back to his hometown to see his mother. He couldn’t care less about the hopes and dreams of the other people on the ship. All that matters is making his mother happy with the closure she needs. 

Haze Dalton

Son of Xavier and Kalliopi Dalton. 

Age: 41

Race: White/Scottish

Eye Color: Cloudy Grey

Height: 182cm

Hair Color: Bronze brown

Habits: Haze usually wonders off and apart from the crew. He doesn’t speak much about himself or his past to anybody and prefers to live his life in seclusion since the people he loved and trusted are gone. 

Special Features: Haze is partially blind from an accident in his childhood. Raised by a blacksmith, Haze understands the many different forms of weaponry and which to use for what occasion. 

Hobbies: Haze usually volunteers to clean the dirtied weapons of the crew so that he is provided with a moment of quiet that still connects him to the chores he had done in his youth, when he was at his happiest. Before the regrets and the loss.

Aspiration: Haze wants to find the Pool of Eternity and drink from it, so that he may live on- forever honoring the memory of his family by serving justice, or vengeance as some would say, to all the monsters of the world.

Philippe Barlow

Son of Matthew and Cindy Barlow.

Age: 44

Race: White/French

Eye Color: Copper brown

Height: 187cm

Hair Color: Golden blonde

Habits: He is completely unwilling to cooperate with the majority of the crew and because of that, however he is also not a fighter, so he only says whatever he can to antagonize the others. He quivers often as well, angry, sad, scared, he’s shaking all the same. 

Special Features: Though difficult, Philippe is incredibly intelligent and skilled in his work. He is a lifesaver. Unwillingly. 

Hobbies: Philippe would lock himself in his quarters at all times if he could. Whenever he does have free time, he spends it either reading one of the many books different crew members have in their possession, or going into the kitchen to talk to whoever he pleases. 

Aspiration: To escape the Blood Diamond and all of the worthless people aboard it. He wants to bring Toby along with him when he goes, and make a wife out of her. 

Patty

Son of unknown parents.

Age: 47

Race: White

Eye Color: Pecan brown

Height: 176cm

Hair Color: Dirt brown

Habits: Patty is a kindhearted person, though he usually does things that infuriate the rest of crew members, driving them to almost toss him overboard. He speaks in the third person, and most of his sentences are broken, jumbled, and indecipherable to those now accustomed to him.

Special Features: Patty adores pretty things, so he’s always covered head to toe in dramatic and sparkling jewels that he either steals or is given. This always leads to conflict as well, with poor men and thieves. 

Hobbies: Scribbling on tables, talking to a ghost, stealing princesses and potatoes. 

Aspiration: To have a good time for as long a time as possible.

[achiactli-blog]

Balloon Man

Excited to finally be able to go to the pier by the beach and be engulfed in the aroma of salty sea entangled with that of the rich smell of caramel apples before ascending into the metallic oily aroma of the creaking and ricketing rides as they strain against the speeding cars on its tracks. The roar of the monstrous rollercoaster beckons me forward like a siren call. Passing through the awning the light begins to paint a rainbow mosaic on the walls of the rustic building. In random colors of coral, open sky, bright sun, and soothing lilacs. The colors move and sway to and fro, but from where? I turn the corner and I hear the whistling sound of helium screaming as it enters its temporary rubber chamber before silence fills the new breath of life of a quickly growing balloon. I look up and am greeted by dozens of different balloons in shapes, sizes, and pictures. I see the bustling kids struggling to compose a proper line in eager anticipation to get their hands on the Super-Man or to get a crazy balloon hat. Something loud and colo.

[jisas-tastebuds]

Pokemini vs. Pokecolo

Part 1 Pokemini: My Home Sweet---

So it almost marks a year ago that Cocone (tip my hat off to you) fucked us all over in Pokemini and ended the game. Luckily? for those who poured in a great deal of money and time into the game had the option of forking over years, months, weeks of data to Corporate Cocone and make it so we'd get a hefty pay out in Pokecolo, their Japanese (and original) version of the game. Fantastic idea, so we hauled butt over there and suffered grueling cruelty and indifference from Japanese users. We lost our home, we lost our friends, we lost our items and our memories; the good and the bad. We decided to start off scratch, I for one decided to begrudgingly accept the faults done by myself and others and start anew. Pokecolo was very different than Pokemini, of course. Pokecolo SEEMED better than Pokemini---shocker. Pokecolo had a legitimate trade system, "You want to trade this item and want this item? Sure thing!" That was short-lived and Corporate Cocone introduces Flea Market to Pokecolo, I guess we just happened to like it SO much on Pokemini that they decided to move it to Colo. Pokecolo had the option of pets, dress them up, feed them and play with them. They had a fishing game where you could earn donuts and other things but they decided to make it extra harder and it lost its appeal (except the fishing group event--I never joined, never wanted to but I know some who enjoyed it), they removed it and added a sort of gardening event and it serves no purpose. Fashion Fever was a thing, however the Fashion Fever that came to Pokemini was much much different than the one debuted in Pokecolo. If you didn't join the first round you couldn't have a CHANCE to participate at all. If you didn't get a certain score from the 1st round you couldn't participate in the 2nd, same for 2nd, 3rd rounds to come. Luckily they decided to change that to the Pokemini version we knew and loved. Better rewards, harder to vote and get those better rewards (Pokecolo sure does love their auras). Regardless of the never ending events, gumballs and changes Pokecolo did I guess you're wondering how the Pokecolo community as a separate and a whole is doing, let's find out shall we?

Part 2 Happily Never After...

At first things were fine. They were broken, we were mopey but we endured; we were FINE. Pokemini was still up and you had a group of people who didn't want to leave, a group who decided to leave altogether, a group who found Pocketmini (Korean version) and a group who transferred over to Pokecolo. I moved over to Pokecolo, to start fresh. I had heard Pocketmini was much like an early version of Pokemini and having begun Pokemini I didn't want to be caught up in the same gumballs I had experienced in a newer game, granted with people I love dearly but it would be like experiencing the game that just shut down all over again and it just didn't sit well with me. Pokecolo was something different and new, if anything that was the best option to start over new in. Especially since I had played Pokemini since near the beginning I was sure with the expenses paid over that time to the present I could get a lot of donuts for my new account on Pokecolo.

The rules were very different in Pokecolo. Even though things were a lot different as far as the layout went (Japanese) the attitude of the players already there was very polar. It took sometime to adjust and in a short while with complaints there was an English chat thread developed for "refugees" (I don't like that term) from Pokemini. Pokecolo had the option of hearting certain items and viewing the items you wore on your mini, planet or room and viewing the items you got extra of (thank god NOT the amount). I knew from the very beginning it was a blessing and a curse. Of course the greater population saw it as a FANTASTIC blessing! How very naive when I knew the bubbliness of being new, having new things and extras meant "with great power, comes great responsibility" --even as a quote it speaks truth.

I spend money with Corporate Cocone, that is a fact. People claim I have "everything" when I really don't. Do I find some satisfaction in pixelated possession? Yes, yes I do. I'm not ashamed, for if I was I wouldn't be here bitching about this and that. I'm not perfect and nor do I ever strive to be but I try to do what I think is right by myself or for the ones I care for. I've dealt with my fair share of crap with people on Pokemini for years. In some instances I saw how people could act and I avoided them. On Pokecolo those same persons had a chance to prove that they too were hoping for a new start on Pokemini, however I was confirmed right when I turned away from them or said 'no' they turned around and struck me, tried to discredit me and point the finger at me, when in hindsight they were the ones that were wrong. It sorts itself out in the end, things can either get better for them or worse, it's our choices to make something like that happen. At least the Japanese community is oblivious to what happens in our small corner of English community business. Where the most someone contacts us is if we post in the Harvest, Trade or other sections without really knowing if we'll get a response/reaction or not. Pokecolo is much much bigger than Pokemini ever was. (probably bigger than Mabinogi with all servers combined--that's saying something) Japanese users from Pokecolo are not unlike us, are not unlike how the older users of Pokemini used to be but even then the requests of certain items can be unreasonable. So there's a definite line in between our two communities, it's subtle but it's there.

The fate of the English community on Pokecolo seems as bleak as it started to on Pokemini. If I'm really looking ahead, I see a lot of shady business going on. No real love behind it. Sure a user can do tons and tons of giveaways or give other users random gifts without asking anything in return but whether they're really just doing it to be on top or the "kindest Mini" of all Pokecolo...those looking for all the wrong reasons, taint the community. They hide but show their true colors to those who see the truth in between the lines. Those jaded individuals try to hide that truth and try to be on the "good side" of those who've seen it but once seen, I would think anyone would avoid them at all costs. There are individuals who despite starting fresh in Pokecolo are reverting back to how they conducted themselves in Pokemini, it's all going downhill. I don't see a bright future ahead for the English community. I see a lot of the greed I saw in many of the "eyes" of Pokemini users. Corporate Cocone you sleazy douche bag, you're striking again and I forever will hate and love your fucking guts.