#topazmarine

[definitelyameatbag]

Perri has an existential crisis.

Perri contemplates the nature of reality on a trip to the mall.

Wordcount: 841

Perri looked back at Laplace and Amy, seeing them both drag their feet in exhaustion, “C’mon guys, keep up!”

They had insisted on bring her out to the mall for January sales, so she had little reservation in walking them to the bone. It wasn’t her fault they just had to buy some nice and heavy coats at the beginning of the day.

Amy let out a sigh, “Are your legs made of damn metal?”, she turned to Laplace, “Seriously, look at those little things. She walks like Mr. Krabs.”

“What was that?”, came the voice in front of them.

“Nothing, babe!”, Amy quickly answered, eying Laplace for her snickering, “But can we please stop at the food court or something? My feet are killing me!”

She felt a kiss on the side of her head. “Be strong, my love.”, Laplace wrapped her free arm around the shorter woman. “I’m pretty sure the teahouse is near here. Unless they moved. Damn, I always forget how big this place is.”

Perri pivoted to saddle up along with them, “What? I thought Americans loved everything being bigger?”

Laplace glanced at her chest, “You better believe it.”, before cracking a tired joint in her neck, “But it’s 2018, we should have floors that move by now. We didn’t evolve to walk around all day.”

Perri gave her a confused look. “But we…did, though. What we didn’t do was evolve to get lost in these giant capitalist mazes designed to turn humans into pigs.”

Amy growled, “Well, these two pigs want their grub. God, I could murder for some noo- oh, hey look Lap, there’s Mari!”

Laplace turned her head to see two women talking with each other, one shorter and with blue hair and the other tall with a dyed yellow buzz cut. “Oh yeah!”

She waved at the shorter woman, who saw them in the edge of her eye and waved back. Laplace jogged up to her, “Hey, Dickhead!”

The shorter woman nodded with a smile, “Good Afternoon, Fuckface, how are you today?”

“I’m good. You know Amy, right? Perri, Mari here was the one who did my ink.”

“Ye-yeah, that’s cool…” Perri only half-heard Laplace, her attention focused beyond the two strangers.

“Aki Mari. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”, greeted Mari, before looking back at the tall woman she was talking to, who was suddenly blushing at finding herself under the eyes of Laplace and Amy, “Oh, and this lovely woman here is Paz. She runs the flower shop back there.” She pointed at the store beside the one they stood in front of.

Paz blushed brighter, and gave them a nervous little wave. “Hello. I just opened here a few weeks ago, but Mari’s been very helpful in showing me arou-“

“You’re…”, Perri pointed a finger at her, while her eyes seemed to glaze, seeming to numb at the intake of information, “You’re a florist?”

Paz let out a nervous laugh and fidgeted with her hands, but Mari answered for her, “Yes, she is.” Mari put her hands on her hips and looked like a cat about to pounce, “You have a problem with that?”

Perri faced her, “And you’re a tattoo artist?”

Mari stumbled for a moment, having spent a number of years carefully cultivating the ‘tattoo artist’ image and thus was momentarily forced to question everything she had believed about herself, “…Yes? I am?”

“Perri, dude, what’s wrong with you?”, asked Amy, growing concerned at the mental breakdown that seemed to be happening in front of her.

“And…”, Perri pointed behind them, “Those are your stores?”

The group turned away from her, to the two small stores that were clearly a florist’s and a tattoo parlour.

“Yes.”, answered Mari, clearly getting irritated, “Why else would we be standing here?”

Laplace approached her, “Perri, are you feeling ok?”

Perri stifled a laugh, and looked away, “Oh, fuck…”

Mari tapped Laplace on the arm, “Is your friend feeling alright?”

“I didn’t think this could actually happen in real life…”, Perri muttered away.

“I’m not too sure, Mari.”, replied Laplace.

“Maybe it isn’t. What says this is even real…”

Paz spoke up, “Does she need a glass of water, or anything?”

“I’m just a side character in some shitty internet fanfiction…”

“Umm…”, Laplace gathered her thoughts, and grabbed Mari’s hand. “Sorry about this, I’ll have to catch you later. And your friend as well, I can’t wait to hear all about you. Perri! Wait up! Come on, Amy!”

“Way ahead of ya!” Amy ran up behind Perri and gently grabbed her by the arms. “Perri, it’s alright, we’ve got you.”

“I bet people argue over which of my girlfriends I love more…”

“I bet they do, BYE MARI!”, yelled Laplace. And with that the three walked out of sight of Mari and Paz.

“Crikey, Laplace goes for the odd ones, doesn’t she?”, said Mari.

“What?”, asked Paz, “How did you…what says they’re together?”

“Oh, I know Laplace, I assure you.”, Mari responded, “She has a thing for weirdos with great tits.”

[seafleece]

these two need a Good Talk but i have a soft spot for them

[drawbauchery]

u make me ship topazmarine ._.

good -w-

[seafleece]

i’m off in search of chai tea so have this for now

[seafleece]

homeworld’s finest

[drawbauchery]

omg your topazmarine is /gorgeous/. it just keeps getting better and better

thank you! Q//w//Q

[drawbauchery]

I'm rewriting part of my fanfiction because of your topazmarine art. I had it almost all worked out and now I have to add in a new character because it just works so much better, but I have to get rid of something else I liked :( why is art so painful

D:> you could keep both versions…i’d hate for you to get rid of something you liked ._.