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This acrylic keeps marbling 😅 I post more on insta: christeencato
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Georges Hobeika Spring Couture 2023
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happy valentine’s day to the santa barbara polycule!!
:shawn is definitely wearing a ridiculous heart bedazzled tshirt and buying chocolates before going in to the precinct (all specified to his lover’s tastes; lassie likes the fruit chocolates, gus likes the almond chocolates, and jules likes fudge)
:gus has taken his first real day off to be around his lovers but gets drawn into a case by shawn anyways; but there’s nowhere else he’d rather be because when his lovers are distracted he gets to admire them unabashedly. he has to make them take a break though for the date he planned weeks ago, a painting class. him and juliet have a great time but shawn and lassie bicker the whole time.
:jules made customized valentines for each of them and has glitter glue smeared on her arms (shawn deduces what she’s done but keeps it to himself because she looks so excited to distribute them) she gives them to her lovers after they solve the case and they struggle not to cry because jules was always the best at wielding words honestly.
:lassie made dinner reservations for four later in the day at a nice restaurant and when they arrive each place at the table has a customized bouquet that makes it obvious who is sitting where because they’re so personalized. shawn gets a mix of white and pink carnations, jules gets roses and babies breath and gus gets tulips that are a sort of ombré of pink and red. yes. he is still embarrassed at the outpour of affection he recieves afterward.
!!they draw cards each v-day to see who’s doing what so they don’t double up because shawn complained too much one year that he couldn’t see his bedside table because “jesus christ who needs this many flowers babe(s)”
#psych#psych 2006#psych usa#PSYCHPOLYCULE#VALENTINES DAY#carlton lassiter#shawn spencer#lassieposting#burton guster#shawngus#juliet o'hara#shawngusposting#shawnposting#shassieposting#SHULES#I’m so sane and normal
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My daughter loves Poppy Playtime and asked for a Catnap cake that has the red smoke in it.
So I blended together red sprinkles, freeze dried raspberries, and edible glitter to make a dust that should spill out like a cloud when we cut into the cake.
I tried making it a purple velvet cake but the color didn’t come out quite right, but I did get a sort of gorgeous dark ombré to the cake. It’s got the right texture at least.
Im happy with what I made.
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can’t decide if i want icy blue ombré or a grey ombré with glitter 💅🏼 🤔
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My local Walmart didn’t have any more Pixlings from the first wave of the Magic Mixies Pixlings, but they did have the Walmart Exclusive Flitta.
I did not take a photo, but her potion bottle looks the same as Unia’s except it has imbedded glitter in both the gem and the handle (and has a completely different butterfly design on the thin plastic covering the potion bottle).
Both have removable shoes and skirts (which are nicely detailed -better quality IMO than what Chelsea and the Enchantimals are wearing) but a bit hard to take off due to how tight the elastic is.
Their faces look very similar. Unia’s might be lightly wider than Flitta’s, and Unia has sculpted eyebrows, while Flitta does not.
Their ears look to share the same base, with Flitta’s being added to at the base (and I love all the little butterfly wing details they gave her ears).
Flitta has a little bit of product in her hair, but washed out easy enough and left her hair as soft as Unia’s.
Both Unia and Flitta look like fae background characters to one of the animated Barbie movies. :)
Aaaaand their profiles. They might have different noses?
And a close up of Flitta’s make-up. She still has lightly pixelated screening (except for her lips). With her cute butterfly make-up reminding me of RH Poppy’s. She also has a very cute and unique hair style.
You can see how clear her butterfly screening is in comparison.
Now for her wings:
They’re a softer/rubbery like plastic with imbedded sparkles. They might look nice with some painted detail, but otherwise, it’s not too bad as a solid colored piece compared to her multi-colored outfit.
A close up of her shoes. They have a cute ombré painted pattern, with lot of little sculpted butterfly and “beaded” detail.
Even a little butterfly sculpted on the bottom of one of her shoes (the other one has a hole in it for her stand) along with the Magic Mixies Pixling logo.
She has a sculpted on outfit (which I’m still not over the moon about - but I appreciate how detailed it is and how they painted it). I also like that her arms are not covered in “long sleeves,” unlike Unia, and thus her little hands’ paint will not peel off like some of the finger tips of my Unia are already starting to do.
Now for comparisons to other (mostly) butterfly/moth dolls.
More under the cut…
Both Luna and Bonita are much larger than Flitta and have the typical G1 Monster High articulation, removable clothes, and VERY detailed bodies. Luna is one of my favorite Monster High dolls, so I kinda prefer her over Flitta, but Flitta tries her best to stand out with these ghouls.
She’s so tiny!
It’s fun to see how these different doll companies took the moth/butterfly concept. They all have different antenna and way different wing structures. Luna and Flitta both have pointed ears, while Bonita has no ears.
Flitta thinks I need to compare her to some one more her size.
“Well, that’s a little better… ….what and who are these long lost cousins?”
G2 Monster High’s Garden Ghouls: Beetrice, Wingrid, and Lumina.
They are the teensie and shorter than Flitta and unfortunately have rubber and plastic (removable) clothing and I believe poly hair. They are much more difficult to pose compared to Flitta, due to their rubbery clothing and limited movement. They can only rotate their arms around (like an old school Barbie), and they can not lift their head up and down. They do have detailed bodies though.
They look like they might have had some cute potential, but we’re nerfed last minute towards the end of G2’s run (I had to order Beetrice online and, besides Treesa, never saw any of the other Garden Ghouls in store).
Sigh….what could have been….(photo credit to @m0nsterintheattic on Instagram).
Anyways, the last Mattel doll I wanted to compare her to is Belisse Butterfly:
…which I don’t have… Enchantimals and Pixlings are very similar in size, both have removable skirts and shoes and limited articulation. Flitta has a bit more articulation than Belisse, and a much more detailed outfit/shoes and molded on clothing, ears and make-up.
I find it funny they have similar shaped antenna. …I still think I prefer Flitta’s concept and execution compared to Belisse….and her chubby butterfly Dart.
Here is a fun comparison, another Moose Toys product: Buddykins the Zelf:
“I love your hair!”
“I love your sparkly outfit! Do you want to fly around the house knocking down all the dust bunnies off the shelves???”
“Do I ever!” Flitta really seems to take to Buddykins.
Like I said in my Unia review, the Zelfs and Pixlings look very compatible with each other; like they are two different species of fae in the same world….or long lost cousins on the family tree.
These two butterflies have very similar shaped antenna (they might be a reused model….?) and their wings feel like they are made from the same material (which also has glitter inside of too).
Before I could get more photos of the two, they both flew off to chase some dust bunnies.
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All in all, I really like Flitta (she gives me mischievous fairy vibes and I love it) and I still really love the Pixling line so far….despite the molded on clothes, lack of knee joint and their large potion bottles that a younger me would have loved but older me could do with out.
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oh crap! She reminds me of Dandelion from Barbie Fairytopia!
(Photo not mine).
#magic mixies#magic mixies pixlings#pixlings#dolls#Flitta Pixling#Flitta pixlings#doll review#toy review#aleta’s toys#moose toys#monster high#doll collector#doll collecting
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Abbey Bominable from Monster High in my art style! I loved adding the ombré effects and glitter to her skin and clothes! I think Abbey’s color palette is so pretty, especially since blue is my favorite color! I’m going to do a series where I draw the Monster High characters in my style! I know I drew some already but I’m giving it a fresh start! Also, my commissions are open, message me here or on Instagram for details if you’re interested!
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Lana’s Nails & Spa
Acrylic FullSet Pink & White Ombré With 2 Finger Glitter
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Grayson's True Prodigy (Sevika x POC!Reader) - Ch.9
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Next Upload Date: February 20th
Act 1: Chapter Nine - A New Beginning
Warnings: Funeral, Grief, Anger, Running Away, Keeping up appearances, Waking up in hospital, Loss of limb (Sevika), Loss of Eye (Mylo)
Summary: It’s time for Grayson’s funeral, and Sevika wakes up to two new revelations.
You stayed up the night before the funeral double-checking the things you packed. You made sure that things were securely wrapped like your little wooden dragon and sundial compass. Cardin had slipped you a note saying that they would be leaving immediately after the funeral. Knowing the way that the Hiranas travel, they would be taking the private boat back to Ionia that Orum captains. You could slip away during the chaos of the midday rush and no one would know any better.
A few hours before dawn, you light a dozen candles and start to get ready for the funeral. You take a seat at your desk and delicately braid your hair before wrapping it up into a bun. You pick up your staff in its hairpin form and use it to keep your hair up. You take a moment to stare at yourself in the mirror. The earrings in your ears glitter happily as you put all of them in. ‘If it wasn’t for the hair, no one would be able to tell that I belong to the Kiramman Clan. I wonder how I would look with my natural hair.’ You think before taking down your robes.
Your robes for the occasion are white with red oak leaves as decoration around the hemlines. You can’t help the tears that well up in your eyes as you observe it. ‘Mama loved the red oaks that surrounded the monastery. That’s why red was her favorite color.’ You smile sadly and slip into the robe. The sash was a beautiful red and white ombré that brought the whole thing together. Your heart aches as you wish that she could see you in this. ‘I need to control my emotions today or I’ll ruin the funeral. Water won’t help with the fire.’
With how slow you went, by the time you finished getting ready, it was time to leave. You smooth out your robes one last time and nod in approval. ‘Not a single hair is out of place and my sash is tied perfectly. It only took me ten tries to learn how to do it.’
“Y/n!” Grayson laughs as she struggles to tie your sash around your waist, “Y/n, hold still!” You giggle and continue to move around so she can’t tie it.
“You’re the one who said I tied it wrong, so you have to struggle to fix it!” You joke and she lightly flicks your nose. You yelp and stop moving as a result, giving her the moment she needs to tie it. You pout as she grins in victory.
You weren’t looking forward to being in front of so many people, but you wouldn’t let that hold you back.
“Miss Kiramman?” A knock sounds at your door, “There is a young gentleman outside who says that he’s here to escort you to the funeral.” You shake your head fondly and open the door. The family butler, who you still haven’t learned the name of, motions to the hallway.
“Thank you, I’ll be down in a moment. Have my parents left for the funeral yet?” You question him.
“No, miss. They will not be departing for another thirty minutes. Would you like for me to inform them that you’ve left earlier?” Your butler tilts his head.
“Yes, thank you.” You nod before stepping back into your room. You wait for a few minutes to pass by before grabbing your bag, tossing it over your shoulder, and taking a deep breath. You give one last look around your room and nod to yourself. ‘Everything is neatly put away and my note is somewhere noticeable. Once they come looking for me, they’ll think that I’ve taken a ship to Demacia. No one here will know where I’ve gone.’ You head out of the room and carefully make your way to the front door. You knew the best direction to go to avoid being seen by any staff. It would be questionable if they saw you with your travel bag.
With one last glance around, you open the front doors and slip out. Cardin smirks when he sees you and holds out a hand for the bag. You toss it at him and start heading for the gate without hesitation. Once you’re through, you wink at Cardin and he vanishes in the direction of the docks. You spend some time thinking about the past few days as you walk by yourself. Your mother really showed her true colors when she came knocking on your door.
“Y/n, this is ridiculous! You will come down to the dining room for your meals. I understand that this is a tough time for the family but you must come down. It’s not polite or ladylike to refuse to come out of your room.” Your mother scolds you, “Your sister has shown up for her meals. Do you want her to eat alone?” The bitterness that curled in your chest made you laugh sardonically into your pillow. ‘For the family. Caitlyn. Nothing is ever about me. I can’t even grieve without being ridiculed.’
“May I offer you my sword as a companion?” Cardin inquires as he comes up beside you. ‘Ionians are raised differently.’ You chuckle to yourself. You appreciate the sentiment of his words. It was his way of asking if you’d like to be vulnerable with him.
“I would like that.” You playfully bump shoulders with him.
“The Great Gray Lion was a fierce warrior. Her presence will be missed by hundreds.” Cardin comforts you.
“A hundred cannot compare to the grief in my heart, Cardin.” You say softly, “Mama was more than the stories tell of her, and I will make sure that she is entombed in history.”
You turn onto the street the cemetery is connected to and pause at the large crowd of people waiting outside. A squad of Enforcers was keeping people held back as the workers walked in and out of the gates. ‘The public knows that my sister and I were always around her. They’ll swarm me if I’m not careful.’ Cardin nudges you and holds his arm out as his hand rests on the hilt of his sword. You suddenly realize why Cardin was sent to escort you here and you sigh in relief. You grip his arm and let him take the lead so you were slightly covered by his figure. ‘It’ll be like this all morning until I’m safely on the boat to Ionia. People will try to come up to me and talk or reporters will try to get some kind of inside story.’
As you get closer to the cemetery, the crowd of people notices you approaching and you nervously step closer to Cardin, “Be prepared.” You whisper to him.
“I’m insulted you think I’m not already, Miss Hirana.” Cardin playfully drawls quietly. You giggle at his words and take a deep breath. ‘Head up, shoulders back, stand tall, and don’t let them know how nervous you actually are.’ You remind yourself of your speech lessons.
“Miss Kiramman!”
“Miss Kiramman, can we have a word with you?!”
“Who’s that young man with you?!”
“Miss Kiramman, what are you wearing?!”
“Miss Kiramman!”
“Miss Kiramman!”
“Miss Kiramman, where’s your family?!” They call out to you over and over again as you’re hurriedly guided into the cemetery. Enforcers rush to the blockade to hold the crowd back and they close the gates behind you. You let out the breath that you were holding and relax your posture. You lift your head and gaze around the cemetery, feeling your heart clench when you see the area they designated for your mama. The imagery took your breath away and caused tears to well up in your eyes. A wooden pyre had been formed with dozens of flowers decorating the base of it. Your eyes linger on the wrapped body covered up by flowers and you frown. You let go of Cardin’s arm and move closer to the flowers to pour a bit of magic into them. You smile in satisfaction as they brighten up and straighten out. ‘We can’t send mama off with dying flowers.’
“What kind of flowers are they?” Cardin asks.
“Pink hydrangeas, white carnations, and red spider lilies.” You point them out.
“We call them death lilies.” Marcus approaches you, “It’s bad luck to find them at graves.” He says as he stops in front of you.
“Deputy Marcus.” You nod at him, a bit of annoyance rising.
“In Ionia, they’re seen as a blessing. We weave them around the pyres so that the deceased may be guided through the afterlife.” Master Jess informs Marcus, “Don’t you find cultures wonderful?” She places her hand on your shoulder and smiles at you.
“Yes, Master Jess.” You agree with her, “How have preparations been going?”
“Everything is in place, sweet girl.” Master Jess smooths your hair, “Let me get a look at you.” She steps back and you slowly turn around for her.
“You’ve tied your sash properly!” Master Haruli playfully gasps as she throws her arms around you, “Now who would have thought that’s possible?” She jokes. You giggle as she picks you up in a hug.
“Deputy Marcus.” Master Teylin’s voice sounds from behind you, “The rest of the attendees are on their way, if you’d please make sure they can get in safely.” She subtly orders him. Marcus nods with a glance at you before he heads for the gate. You turn and find yourself looking at your grandmothers along with June and Zenita, who are all dressed in white robes. You take a moment to observe them, the way they interact with each other and carry themselves. At first glance, you couldn’t tell that they were grieving until you looked closer. They were all wearing something that symbolized or came from Grayson. Your aunt and uncle come over to you with their arms outstretched. For some reason, this is what makes the tears fall. You hug them and they hold you tightly.
“This is the first time we're meeting as family.” June whispers, “I wish we met before this.”
“June is right, my niece, but I hope you’ll allow for us to bond anyway.” Zenita says, brushing her silver hair over her shoulder.
“I wouldn’t deny you that.” You wipe away your tears, “Especially after…” You trail off and glance at the pyre. You swallow thickly, your good mood quickly turning sour. As if sensing your mood change, June gives you a squeeze.
“You’re to sit with us.” June slowly guides you to a small group of seats to the left of the pyre, “Even if they don’t know you’re real family, you were the closest to her. Let them whisper all they want.” You sit down and take a moment to steady yourself. ‘Remember, control your emotions or it’s going to be a downpour.’ You remind yourself as people are allowed in through the gates. Most people go straight to their seats but some approach the pyre to leave flowers or small gifts. You catch sight of your family but Cardin steps in your line of sight before they can notice you. You give him a questioning glance and he points to the reporters who have come into the cemetery. You frown but nod in understanding. You turn your gaze back to the pyre and stare blankly at it. If you thought too much about what was to come, you’d burst into tears.
You blink and the next thing you know, you’re being yanked out of your chair and pressed against Cardin’s chest. You hear the soft snick of his katana being drawn and shocked exclamations coming from the crowd. You look up at him but his eyes are trained on someone behind you.
“Back away!” Cardin growls coldly, “You’re not to disturb Miss Kiramman.”
“I-I just want to ask her a question!” Comes a very nervous-sounding voice, but it’s not familiar to you. You wanted to see what was going on, but your position didn’t allow you to. ‘Imagine if I had come with my family. I wouldn’t have made it through the gates.’
“She is in mourning, and will not be answering any questions.” Cardin hisses, “Now step back or you’ll learn why I’m her guard for the event.” There’s a tense moment before Cardin releases you from his grasp and you straighten out your robe. You glance around to see the majority of the people looking in your direction, including your family. Cardin sheaths his sword and gives you a concerned look-over.
“He didn’t touch you, did he?” Cardin frowns.
“No. Thank you.” You pat him on the shoulder and he nods at you. The bell chimes signaling the start of the ceremony and everyone takes their seats except for Councilor Heimerdinger who takes his position at the front.
“Thank you to everyone who has come to commemorate our beloved Sheriff, Grayson. As a cadet in the Academy, her professors said that she shined brighter than her peers. Grayson completed her projects with a drive of someone who wanted to make a change, and she eventually became that very person.” Councilor Heimerdinger opens the speech, “When she graduated the Academy, all of her professors sent recommendation letters to the then Sheriff… Very quickly, Grayson became known around Piltover as an Enforcer that got things done. She never had a single complaint against her and everyone she interacted with seemed to love her. That reputation only grew the longer she remained in the force and when the Sheriff retired, she was the first candidate they chose for the job… Ever since she swore in, the crime in the isthmus had dropped dramatically. Sheriff Grayson will be missed.” You lean your head against Zenita’s shoulder and she puts her arm around you. You can feel the grief starting to set in and you need the comfort.
“Working under Sheriff Grayson was an honor. She was talked about highly in my years at the Acadamy and I quickly learned that all of it was true. From my first days on the force, she became a huge inspiration to me and other junior Enforcers. She pushed us… to do our best… and encouraged us to remember that the people’s safety relied on us.” Marcus addresses the crowd, “I was there when she- when she died… and the Sheriff never stopped protecting the people. She never stopped being the woman I looked up to.” You hide your face in Zenita’s shoulder as the tears sting your eyes. You feel your Grandmother Haruli’s hand rub your arm before she gives your hand a squeeze. After Marcus, more people went up to give their speeches or share their experiences. Some made you chuckle as they shared funny stories and others made you angry as they lied about their interactions with Grayson. You held your breath when your mother stood up and took the stand. Part of you didn’t want her to say anything, but the other part of you was intrigued by what she was going to say.
“As most of you know, Grayson was a friend of the family. She was there for both of our daughters’ births and would come over quite regularly for events… Grayson was a woman who had strong morals and did what she thought was right for the betterment of others. She took Caitlyn under her wing from a young age and taught her how to shoot while reminding her of the reason Enforcers do their jobs. She was always encouraging the new generation and took the time to answer their questions. Grayson… can never be replaced. Her death is a loss the entire community will mourn for a while.” Your mother speaks out and you have to choke back a laugh through your tears. ‘I wasn’t even mentioned once, even though Grayson trained me, too. That’s my mother for you. She’s the same even at your funeral, mama.’
“And with that…” Your mother clears her throat, “I’d like to welcome Grayson’s family to Piltover. Her mothers, the Masters of Hirana Monastery, and her siblings… June, an Ionian Sundancer, and her sister, Zenita… who is a guardian of one of the country’s sacred sites.” Your mother gestures over to your group and that’s when the whispers start. Grandmother Teylin stands and replaces your mother at the podium.
“Thank you for all of your wonderful stories about our daughter. Our Gray always had a kind heart that she gave to others who needed it. She grew up among monks at the monastery, but she felt more called to go out and protect others than to become one. At the age of fourteen, she left our home to travel the world and came to Piltover to live. Her first words to me about this city were that it has potential, and that’s what she liked about it… When she told my sisters and me about her career choice, we warned her that it would be dangerous.” Grandmother Teylin’s words make laughter bubble up in your throat. You laugh and wipe away your tears as the others laugh with you. You could see some puzzled looks from the attendees who wouldn’t understand why you found it funny.
“Gray had a zest for life that brought a light to our family. She had a special heart and it’s with great joy that she introduced us to a child with a heart just as special as hers.” Grandmother Teylin turns to you and beckons you forward. You blink in shock but she holds her hand out to you and Zenita and Grandmother Haruli nudge you. You stand up and nervously approach her, grabbing her hand and letting her pull you next to her. You look out at the crowd and remind yourself to stand tall. ‘I am here for mama. There is nothing these people can say that’ll affect me.’
“Y/n was brought into our lives six years ago, and it has been the brightest six years of our lives. Gray spoke about her in every letter she sent home, talking about how much she adored her and that Y/n reminded her of why she chose to become the sheriff.” Grandmother Teylin smiles down at you as you look at her in awe, “It’s only right that she gets the closing statement.” Your eyes widen and you feel panic flit through you.
“Grandmother, I haven’t prepared anything!” You whisper to her in a panic.
“Speak from your heart, my granddaughter.” Grandmother Teylin kisses your forehead and steps aside for you. You swallow nervously but approach the microphone anyway. The people in the crowd perk up as you do and you can see the confused faces looking back at you. You were the quiet Kiramman. The one people didn’t hear about because your mother didn’t talk about you. It wasn’t until Grayson took you in that you started to meet people. Some… didn’t even know that your family had two daughters. And while staring out at this crowd of people, you realize that Piltover isn’t your home. It never has been and that made the words come tumbling out.
“Grayson showed me the world.” You say strongly, “She took me with her on sabbatical and taught me more than I ever imagined I could learn. She showed me the place where she grew up and I had the privilege of meeting her family… and learning what she once did.” You present your robes proudly, “I am honored to be able to wear these robes in honor of Grayson. I am touched to hear that she held me in such high regards… because-...” You choke up as the tears start flowing. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down enough to speak, “Because she was everything to me and I loved her. I admire her so much. Her strength. Her humility. Her drive to protect the people who couldn’t protect themselves and the kindness she had for everyone… She was a light that was taken too soon, and she will never be forgotten.” You glance at the Hirana family and they stand up to surround the pyre, “So this is where I say to you… Grayson Hirana, our Great Gray Lion, protector, and Shaman! May the spirits welcome you with open arms and you continue to protect us even though you are not with us anymore!” You go to step aside but Grandmother Jess grabs your hand and hands you a match.
“You’re one of us.” Grandmother Jess whispers, “You do this with us.” You smile at her as more tears fall and listen for the count of three before striking your match. You toss the match onto the pyre and step back as the fire comes alive. You stare into the fire before it all hits you and you break down. You fall to your knees and sob as the heat of the fire brushes across your face. ‘You’re gone, mama. Gone. Why do you have to be gone? Why did it have to be you?’
You sat by the pyre for a while before Orum picked you up. All he said to you is that people who were in Grayson’s Will were being called to the Charter Building. You had asked him to put you down, but when he raised an eyebrow at you, you let him carry you the whole way. At the entrance to the building, Orum put you down and you didn’t bother to fix your robes. You made your way inside and you were offered a tissue and some water when you sat down. The doors opened again and your family walked in, making you feel awkward. Caitlyn saw you and immediately came over to give you a hug. You froze before slowly hugging her back as the Hirana family came inside, followed by Marcus and a few other people.
“I’ve been told that everyone is here.” A man comes from the back, “My name is Garrett, and I am Grayson’s Will executioner. First and foremost, everything you will be given is final. You may not try to confiscate anything from another person or demand more. If you do, there is a clause in Grayson’s Will to revoke what you were originally given and it will go to charity… Now, the first people on the Will are her mothers. If you would please follow me to my office.” He says before disappearing down the hallway. Your grandmothers follow him as your aunt and uncle keep a watchful eye on you and Caitlyn. ‘I wonder what mama left for me… I didn’t expect her to leave me anything when I already have so much from her.’
“Your speech was beautiful.” Caitlyn says with a soft smile, “And, you look beautiful in your robes.”
“Thank you.” You respond, “I’m sorry I’ve been so distant.”
“That’s okay. You were closer to her than I was.” Caitlyn rests her hand on your shoulder, “I understand.”
“That… doesn’t mean you weren’t close to her, though. So, don’t discount your own grief.” You remind her, “Grayson loved you, too.”
“Thanks, sis.” Caitlyn whispers and you fall into silence. Your grandmothers come out and your aunt and uncle are called into the back. You sigh and slouch into the couch, not caring about appearances or anything. It wasn’t long before your aunt and uncle came out with Garrett.
“Miss Y/n?” Garrett calls as he looks around the room. You make eye contact with him as you stand and he beckons you down the hallway. You follow him in silence until you’re into the office and he closes the door behind you.
“First, I’d like to offer you my condolences. I’ve been the one in charge of your mother’s Will since she joined the Enforcers, and she has left us too soon.” Garrett sighs as he flips through his files.
“Wait, you know that Grayson is my mother?” You straighten up in surprise.
“Yes and I’m aware of your lineagefasting. While it has been deemed lost to time, there are still clauses for it in our laws… but that’s for another time.” Garrett gives you a smile, “Now, onto what your mother left you… ‘To my daughter, Y/n Hirana, I leave behind my apartment in the Middle Ring so that she may have a place to stay when she’s in need… along with every item that I haven’t marked for donation. I leave her with my travel bag and all of the items I have locked within it. Most importantly, I leave behind the bank account I created for her and everything within it.” He takes out two sets of keys, a card, and Grayson’s travel bag. You hold your breath as you reach out and brush your fingers over it. It was covered in patches from all of the places she visited and as you shakily lift one of the handles you see your name sewed into it.
“All you have to do is sign that you’ve received these items and you’re good to go.” Garrett hands you a pen and slides a document over to you. Your scan the page first to make sure you weren’t signing for anything else. When you were satisfied with what you didn’t find, you sign your name and hand it back to him.
“About the lineagefasting…” You trail off uncertainly.
“Once you choose which name to keep, you can send me a letter and I’ll switch things around for you.” Garrett says kindly.
“Can we do that right now?” You ask.
“Of course!” Garrett chuckles and slides another paper towards you, “Grayson said you might say that, so I had it on hand.” You can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips. You hurriedly fill out the form and stare down at it before nodding in determination.
“Here you go.” You slide it back across the desk before grabbing your items and standing, “Where’s the bathroom if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Down the hall, third door on your right.” Garrett points, “And… despite the circumstances, it was nice to meet you, Miss Hirana.”
“It was nice to meet you too, Garrett.” You nod at him and head to the bathroom. You lock the door behind you and gingerly place the bag on the floor. You look at yourself in the mirror and shake your head. ‘This is now or never, Y/n.’ It only takes you a few seconds to take off your robe and fold it up. You reach into your hoodie pocket and pull out the drawstring bag it came in. You drop them into there along with your keys and card, before slinging it across your back. You let your hair down, tucking it into your hoodie and pulling the hood up. ‘Gotta pin that in place so my hood doesn’t fall.’ You grin at the cat ears you sewed onto the hood before grabbing the travel bag and heading for the window.
‘I don’t think this is why you taught me how to open a window, mama… but this is what I’m using it for.’ You mentally apologize as you pop the window open. You toss your bag out before jumping through and pulling yourself out. You let out a soft grunt as your feet hit the pavement. With a wave of your hand, the window reseals itself and you grin in success.
“Ready to go, Miss Hirana?” Cardin smirks as he kicks off of the wall next to you. He was dressed in casual clothes instead of the robes from earlier.
“Ready.” You grin, pick up your bag and run for the entrance of the alleyway. Cardin laughs and grabs your hand, guiding you down to the docks. You stop running once you’re a good distance from the Charter Building. Your heart is racing from the running but also from what you’re doing. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this! They’re going to be so pissed off!’
“What’s the first thing you’re going to do?” Cardin glances at you as you reach the dock entrance.
“I’m going cliff diving.” You say seriously, “I need a good swim.”
“Can I tag along?” Cardin asks excitedly, “Can I bring the crew?”
“You and your crew are welcome.” You giggle, “But, aren’t you going hunting once you get home?”
“Yes. Yes, he is.” Orum smirks down from on the boat, “Buut, I guess we can hold off for a day.” He winks and holds his hand out. You hand him the travel bag before jumping up and grabbing his hand. Orum pulls you onto the boat and you’re instantly dragged away by Zenita. She takes you into the cabin of the boat as the engine starts up. They wanted to be out on the water before they sent people to look for you.
“She’s here!” Zenita announces and you’re happily greeted by your family.
“I’ve officially left the Kiramman name behind.” You announce, “Once I’m eighteen, all of my records in Piltover will switch over and be adjusted.”
“I’d say welcome to the family, but you’ve been a part of it for a while now.” June grins.
“Now, come here and give your grandmother a hug!” Grandmother Jess playfully demands. With a giggle, you go over to her and give her a hug. You spend some time down in the cabin until you’re told that you’re clear of Piltover. You head out onto the deck and let your hoodie down as you approach the railing. You stare out at the water as an indescribable feeling washes over you. ‘I’ve left, mama. You may not be here, but I left. I’m going home. I’m going to Ionia.’
“How do you feel?” Grandmother Haruli leans against the railing next to you.
“Honestly…” You take a moment to find the word, “Free. I feel free, grandmother.” You say blissfully. ‘Even though mama is gone… I feel free.’
The first thing Sevika noticed when she woke up was the lack of feeling in her left arm. Then it was the quiet voices and soft snorting that had her opening her eyes. The room was dim with the only light coming from the lanterns hanging beside her. Sevika furrows her brow when she feels a weight next to her side. She looks over and sees Powder snuggled up against her, hands protectively holding the hospital gown where her arm should be. ‘Powder?’ Sev reaches out and touches the blue-haired girl’s head to verify she’s not hallucinating.
“Hey, Sev.” Krow’s silky voice has her turning to her right, “It’s nice to see you awake.”
“Bonesaw says there was no way to save your arm. He and the nurses tried to find one but any attempt woulda ended up with the ‘grene.” Ran sighs, running a hand through their hair, “You’re gonna have’ta augment.”
“I’d rather lose my arm than my life.” Sevika rasps. Gangrene wasn’t something she wanted to mess with, “I’m fine with augmenting. That won’t be an issue for me, but how are the kids? I can see one of them.” She motions to Powder.
“Ah, the chipmunk refused to leave your side once she was cleared by the healers. You came outta surgery and she’s been here ever since.” Robin grins, tossing her red braid over her shoulder, “Said you need someone here for you if you woke up before they said you would.”
“And the other two?” Sevika asks, gently stroking Powder’s hair. ‘The kid really stayed with me? She doesn’t even know me that well, yet she cares enough about me to stay?’
“Claggor will make a full recovery. Doc’s impressed. Said he’s got a skull of steel to only get a cracked bone.” Ran shrugs, “Mylo lost his right eye. It got ruptured by some debris, but again, he’s lucky to be alive.”
“Did he choose to augment?”
“Nah.” Krow shakes her head, “Glass eye and fake cover. He didn’t want to deal with the upkeep an augment would require. Doc is gonna give him the option again when he’s eighteen.”
“Okay.” Sevika sighs, “Did they find Violet?”
“…No. We searched the last place her sister saw her, but there… was a lot of blood, Sev. The kid has been marked as missing for now, but people are suspecting she might be dead.”
“That’s a conversation we’re going to have to have with Powder.” Sevika frowns, glancing at the young girl.
“So we’re taking the kids in?” Robin smirks, “You sure about that, boss?”
“I owe it to Vander.” Sevika says sternly, “He took us in, didn’t he? I’d be an asshole if I let his kids live on the streets. They wouldn’t last without Vi.”
“Oh, one more thing before we let the Doc know you’re up.” Ran gives a sly smile, making Sevika raise an eyebrow, “You’ve been chosen as the next leader of Zaun. The vote was unanimous.”
“What was the deciding factor?” Sevika blinks.
“People respect you. And, taking an explosion to the face and living only makes you scarier.”
“I guess it’s up to me to change this shitty place.” Sevika snorts, “Who would’ve thought I’d go from gang leader to Zaun’s Leader.”
#sevika x reader#sevika x you#sevika x y/n#sevika fanfic#sevika arcane#sevika#grayson arcane#grayson's true prodigy
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Gf one, in glitter and gold and light colors:
[Kiss gf 2]
Gf two, in ombré and silver, with dark colors:
[Kiss gf 1]
Gf one has long, dark, flat hair.
Gf two has short, light, fluffy hair.
Gf one is tall and in heels.
Gf two is short and in flats.
They are equals and opposites.
Boyfriend one, in light flowing clothes, with flowers, bugs, animals, and bows:
[Kiss bf 2]
Boyfriend two, in tight form fitting clothes, with rips, tears, fishnets, and spikes:
[Kiss bf 1]
Bf one has straight, poofy hair, that is up in pony tails with ribbons and hair clips.
Bf two has curly, died hair, that has an undercut and is down with hair clips and bobby pins.
Bf one is dense, strong and dancing on kitten heels.
Bf two is a stick, thin and dancing on stilettos.
They are equal yet opposite
All four are hot, and all of them could kick your ass. [Not that they want to or will]
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There’s nothing better than wrapping and opening presents in beautifully wrapped nails. This set, done by a friend, includes a fiber base decked with blue polish, a silver holographic accent including an ombré and jewels and a masterfully done blue French with hand drawn snowflakes. Now that’s a run on sentence if I ever saw one. A work of art that I greatly admired along the lit up Christmas tree and boughs of holly. While Christmas may be over, the snow is far from done. This set can be enjoyed past the festivities and far into the winter months. I hope everyone had a beautiful holidays and may you always remember, a little glitter keeps the heart from weary during weather dreary.
This post also includes a 3 week check up.
#late christmas post#blue#sparkly#glitter#snowflakes#jewels#long nails#growth#Christmas nails#glitterombre#frenchtip#accent#bluefrenchtip#hand drawn#silverandblue#holiday nails#winter nails
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i just feel the necessity to ramble so here’s my outfit idea for the eras tour :)
at first i was going to choose reputation era but then i thought about how i would want to wear vibrant and happy colors and rep is not the best example for that so instead i chose lover! i have searched for some inspo, watched some tour vlogs and looked at taylor’s website where people submit their own photos and i think i have a pretty solid idea of what i want now
so basically i’d wear a light pink dress, not too long but also not too short, and frilly because i like that style. i would also put a few small plastic butterflies (either gold/silver or pastel colored) on the frills because they’re also quite representative of the era.
for the hair i still don’t know what hairstyle i would do (probably something involving braids) but i also want to add some accessories, i thought of butterflies too but then i think there’d be too many so i could maybe do small hearts or small flowers idk!! i also want some glitter touches
for the makeup i’m thinking a soft pink ombré eyeshadow, i’d try to fit the lover heart too but idk if it’d look too overwhelming
i also want to do my nails but i haven’t thought of that yet because i have to let them grow first (i’m a nailbitter ñeh)
#rambles#and for the shoes just my usual converse with comfortable insoles#i’m gonna be jumping and dancing for more than 3 hours i refuse to go in heels#the 13 in the hand would be either gold or silver
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I love your new layout <3 so pretty! Any fashion prediction on Meghan's appearance in NY in DEC?
Aw thank you! 🥰 I figured, hell it's been long enough, time to grow up and finally install an actual theme lol.
For the gala, what I predict and what I want are two very different things haha. I tried to flip through some photos from this event's previous years to get a vibe, and it seems there is quite a range in the dress code of the attendees. Some of the women are in full formal evening wear and some are in, like, barely business casual. However, Meghan has proved in the past that she's not afraid of being the most overdressed person in the room, so let's cross our fingers that she holds true to that this year! (And promise that if you read through this long post full of evening gowns, and then she shows up in a pantsuit, none of you will make fun of me for dreaming 😭)
So let's start with the more boring, safe options. Meg has mostly not been one for extravagant appliques or patterns or textures. Especially in recent years, she seems to have favored simple, solid swathes of fabric that instead bring their interest with rich, vibrant colors, and occasionally a unique tailoring detail. If she follows this same path next month, I hope at least she shakes things up with a color we haven't seen on her yet, like the options I've got here from a mix of brands, including both Meg-fave brands and new-to-Meg brands.
Starting with Safiyaa, we've got this fun hot pink Barbie moment; a very regal periwinkle; a lovely pale yellow; this soft pink that she's worn several times before in a warmish beige tone, but instead in this cooler-toned variety that I'd be curious to see her in; and this lush mint look that is certainly a well-worn silhouette for her, but with an interesting new neckline paneling.
Here are more options with the same idea as above, just from other brands outside Safiyaa. There's a Zuhair Murad in a brilliant orange, which she's never worn before; a Romona Keveza in royal purple; a Carolina Herrera in yellow-gold; a sort of Little Mermaid-esque ombré moment from The Danes New York; a Halston in bubblegum pink that I think would be so flattering on her; and finally, another dress from Carolina Herrera, that I'm pretty sure I picked just because it fondly reminds me of her famous 2019 red and purple look.
Now for the more fun, day-dreamer options. I'm hoping for GLITZ. It's been sooooooooo long since we've seen her in something sparkly, so here are some exciting pieces that I could still sOmEwHaT realistically see her picking out to wear herself. My top pick is this glittering dream (with my favorite, PLEATS!!) from Paolo Sebastian AW22-23. I could also easily see her in this silver-rooted look from Georges Hobeika FW22-23. (I think it's reminding me of something she wore in the past, but I'm not sure what. Maybe a mixture of her ODLR bird dress and the Safiyaa halter she wore to Royal Variety? Idk)
I'll admit that these next two are less about realistic expectations, and more about squealing "OOH SPARKLY!!!" First, a column of pure glitter gold from Naeem Khan F22. Next, a festive emerald JUMPSUIT (!) from Elie Saab FW22-23.
Bringing this back a bit closer to earthly expectations, I've got these options in descending order of formality, so it depends on how dressy Meg is feeling. We've got an elegant splattered gown, again from Naeem Khan F22; a lovely pleated dress with gold foil detailing from Marchesa Notte; and last but not least, if she absolutely must revert to her favorite look of all-black pants, why not jazz it up with some fun sleeve paneling, like this jumpsuit from Safiyaa.
And to finish this whole thing off, just because I'm so charmed by the idea of predicting these two side-by-side, a blazing flame by Elie Saab and a mesmerizing ripple of water from Rene Ruiz.
And that's my list! Anyways, see y'all next month when, with my luck, Meg shows up in slacks.
#meghan markle#fashion#this took me so long omg#i wanted to post this way earlier but i got overwhelmed with thanksgiving prep 😩#you dont know the meaning of war until you're battling an entire publix full of senior citizens for the last row of pie tins#no joke at literally the last second i grabbed the best-looking butternut squash and a woman HUFFED at me!!#lmao#so working on this post was great way to destress#looking at pretty dresses for hours and hours cures all :)#fashun#also funny story my dad walked in while i was wrapping this up#and he thought that MEGHAN had messaged me personally asking for advice on what to wear to this event#???? 😭#he knows i have a small blog following and apparently that is enough to assume i am running in the same social circles as literal princesse#lmao he is so unplugged (lovingly)
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Draculaura Vampire Heart Review Part 1
I preordered her on Amazon when she first quickly blipped up after that now deleted Monster High Instagram post (such a sucky rollout Mattel, why must you bungle EVERY Skullector drop?!).
She ended up being 90 bucks and she’s the best 90 bucks I have spent in awhile and my favorite Skullector doll EVER.
Her box is decorated with little hearts, hearts with vampire teeth, bat-winged hearts, the Vampire’s Heart, and filigree. The filigree on the box is really pretty and metallic and I love that it has a lot of bat wing motifs, but it’s not distracting.
I even like how they made the Monster High logo the same light pink that is present in her hair.
There are even little bats on the side of her box and a nice ombré effect.
I also love her box art. It looks like she is descending the grand stairs and bats are escaping on both sides of her. It’s just all so lovely. It’s not overt complicated but not too simple either….
The back of her box sadly doesn’t have any artwork on it, but instead a flipped close up (her heart is on the wrong side, haha) and the back of her doll.
Close up of her doll photos. BACKWARDS FACE!
The description on her box: “In another time…Draculaura is the Vampire Queen. As the Vampire’s Heart begins to glow, Draculaura can hear the stirring melody of a string quartet. ‘But how?’ She wonders, her dark eyes peering down into the ballroom as dancers swirl in a ghostly scene. Candles flicker with an ominous glow as the clock strikes midnight and Draculaura approaches the grand staircase. The crowd grows quiet as they watch the haunting beauty descend in a romantic and regal cage skirt ball gown. Her dark hair pulled back by and elaborate bat wing headpiece, the Vampire Heart glitters at the center and brings the crowd to a respectful bow. Draculaura has arrived and is ready to stake her claim as the new Vampire Queen.”
The description gives me similar vibes of the Ever After High SDCC releases, in which the dolls’ were experiencing their darkest timelines/endings. It’s like we had a dark ending to “Fright, Camera, Action” where Draculaura takes up Lord Stoker’s offer to be the next Vampire Queen and becomes his pawn.
She really came in perfect condition (with tissue paper and her own cardboard box). I was really worried on how she would come in after seeing/reading everyone’s horror stories of their’s getting smashed and mangled. I have never been so tempted to leave a doll in her box before….
…..anyways out of the box she comes!! The rest is under the cut.
Here are some close-up of her without the plastic front. No glare!
A better look at the front plastic’s decorations.
Found her stand and card in the bottom of her box.
Here is here authentication card.
You know what would be a great addition to what was under here too? A diary!! I need my lore dang it!! Draculaura’s original collector doll’s diary is one of the best ones I had read in G1. It was chock full of new information on Draculaura.
She has a clear (very lightweight) saddle stand that works as well as any other Monster High saddle stand…so not the best…but I like how it is clear so it doesn’t show under her dress.
Luckily she can mostly balance on her own.
Her box’s background.
Her skullete is featured on both the carpet and mosaic windows. Her earrings are also hanging under the chandelier.
Her staircase even makes a heart.
Her headdress on a table.
A pink plush chair and wait!!! ZOOM IN!!!
A drawing of Vampire Heart Draculaura!!! Maybe some concept art?? Why wasn’t this on the back of the box?? She’s even doing Draculaura’s signature standing position.
I wanted to compare her box to the original 50 dollar Amazon Exclusive: collector Draculaura from 2015.
It’s background is a lot simpler, but I love that they shaped it like a coffin.
I love the rock-marble details, along with the “handles.”
The top of the box. Her new box uses many of these little guys too.
She got lovely artwork of the doll on the back of her box….
And her description (that was elaborated more in her included diary….): “She is a hopeless romantic with the soul of a poet. A gentle hearted friend who is kind and loyal to a fault. Her favorite accent color is pink and she loves the warmth and light of a sunny day. You almost wouldn’t know that she’s a vampire except that she is. Draculaura; student, Fear Squad member, friend of werewolves, fan of days at the beach, daughter of Dracula himself, and in all the ways heir to his legacy save for one. She is a riddle, wrapped in sweetness, inside an infectious laugh. This is Draculaura like you have never seen her before, resplendent in a satin and lace embodied dress. Every detail painstakingly crafted to represent the height of Victorian vampire fashion in the late 19th Century. Take a stroll with her through the foggy streets of Old Londoom and rediscover an old friend or make a new one.”
And I ran out pictures. Continued in my next post.
#monster high#monster high doll#monster high dolls#dollbr#monster high g1#Monster High Gen 1#monster high Skullector#skullector#draculaura#monster high draculaura#doll review#toy review#draculaura doll#Draculaura vampire heart
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Acrylics + pink glitter ombré + #1988 🎉 #birthdaynails 🎂 Inspo: @ourfazinali (at KHROMA Nail Salon) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cim--V5AdhD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Prologue (part 1)
[NO ONE’S POV]
Uncle Grandpa, Pizza Steve, Mr. Gus, Belly Bag, Giant Realistic Flying Tiger, Frankenstein, Beary Nice, HotDog Person, and Tiny Miracle are screaming for their lives between two pieces of bread as Ham Sandwich laughs maniacally before he’s about to take a bite.
“I-I don’t want to die! There’s so many places I haven’t traveled to yet!” Belly Bag screamed. “And there’s so many kids that still need my help!” Uncle Grandpa screamed, trying to wiggle his way out. “If I die, tell T-Tanya I love her!” Pizza Steve screamed. “TANYA DOESN’T EVEN EXIST!” Mr. Gus screamed. Before Pizza Steve would protest, Ham Sandwich brought the sandwich towards his mouth. Everyone noticed and attempted to wiggle their way into freedom, to no avail. Ham Sandwich opens his mouth and…
“NOOOOOO!” *Chomp*
…They have been eaten.
[UNCLE GRANDPA’S POV]
I opened my eyes and got up from the soft blue carpet where I was laying. I looked around and for some odd reason… I was back in the RV? Also, my friends weren’t here. Instead, there were 17 normal, albeit familiar, humans. At least, I think their human. “Uncle Grandpa…?” I heard a voice and turned around. I (kinda) clocked eyes with a young boy with dark skin, red hair that covered his eyes, and a red hoodie. His voice sounded familiar. That’s when I realized.
“Belly Bag?” I asked. He nodded. “What happened to you? W-what happened to every one?” He got up and walked towards me and gave me some surprising information.
“I think we got revived and turned into humans! Well, semi-human.” Belly Bag said before walking over to a dark-skinned boy with white hair and took his shades off, revealing two sets of eyes. I immediately knew who that was, but I kept my answer in my mouth so I don’t shout it out and wake everybody. “Yup, semi-human. Maybe even alien!” He said. The white-haired boy woke up and snatched the shades out of Belly Bag’s hands.
“Yo, what are you doing with my shades?” He said. Two other people woke up. A chubby guy with orange hair in a ponytail, medium brown skin and clothes that seem to have the vibes of an awesome slice of pizza I knew, and a young child who seems to be eight years old with dark skin with splotches of white skin, blue and green ombré hair in dreads and an oversized nasa shirt with blue jeans under. The child yawned and looked at the taller, chubbier boy.
“Who are you?” It asked. “You really don’t know me? I’m PIZZA STEVEEE! The coolest guy in the universe!” Pizza Steve said out loudly, waking up a couple other people. Almost everyone of them were similar-looking people I knew. Even my arch-enemy, Aunt Grandma, was there. I loudly gasped when I realized.
“GUYS?!” I said out loudly. “Uncle G/Uncle Grandpa/You?!” They all said in return. I ran and hugged both Pizza Steve and a guy who looked similar to Mr. Gus. “I’m so happy we’re all alive! But how?! We got eaten alive!” I said.
[NO ONE’S POV]
A robotic chuckle was heard. “Pu-hu-hu!” It went, when in the shadows, a small robot bear that was half white, half dark rainbow appeared. Everyone stared at the small bear, confused and scared. The small child hugged a girl with brown and blue-ish grey ombré hair, wings, and a huge burn mark across her face in shire terror.
“Woah- Who are you!?” The white-haired guy shrieked. “I, am MONOKUMA!” The bear said. “Wait- Monokuma doesn’t have rainbow. Isn’t he half-black?” A troll covered in cheese dust said. “Pu-Hu-Hu, silly boy, I dyed my skin JUST for this opportunity that I just couldn’t miss!” Monokuma said before throwing a red and black glitter bomb on the floor. The glitter went away and everyone was in a darker, old and decaying version of the RV. Everyone screamed.
“What the FUCK!? How did you do that?!” a boy with dark skin, burn marks all over his body and sun-colored clothing shouted, holding the white-haired boy close to him. Monokuma chuckled again and jumped onto the couch. He pulled out a clipboard and started reading the paper on it. “Welcome to the 80th danganronpa extravaganza! This game is VERY special, since it’s in an RV with characters from a cancelled cartoon!” He read. Pizza Steve threw his arms up.
“I’m outta here. Later, lame-o’s!” He said as he reached the door. But when he turned the knob, he was randomly (and comedically) electrocuted! He fell to the ground as small pizza birds started flying over his head. “Pu-Hu-Hu! What a clickity-classic Pizza Steve moment THAT was!” Monokuma jokingly said as he continued laughing. “But that was just the lightest punishment you’ll get for doing something wrong! Especially murder!” He said, shocking everyone. “Wha-what do you mean?” The winged girl said. “Yeah! Be fucking for real!” The white-haired boy shouted.
“Oh chill out, everybody. It’s ONLY just a simple killing game!” Monokuma said. Everything went silent.
...
“WHAT!?” Uncle Grandpa yelled.
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