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Why are wolves on my mind rn almost 24/7, along with Jr post using emotional energy magic? You guys are imprinting my brain!
"You need French Toast."
Not to mention Disney Princesses and Chase…I…have no words.
"You need French Toast."
I think about ninety percent of teenagers on this forsaken planet have described their spirit animal as a wolf, so you’re not alone. Wolves embody coolness. It’s just a fact of life.
As for Disney Princesses… oh my goodness that reminds me. I had an idea related to them. I’m not going to describe it right now but I’ll leave it for later. đ
âEverything is a mountainâ
Everyone is just…lacking reality.
Wolves do not embody coolness! They embody…wild.
Also, neither Chase nor I would describe our spirit animal as a wolf.
Both he and I have favs, but both of us can’t find one to be our spirit animal.
"You need French Toast."
Anyways, we should probably get back to the actual rp now…
"You need French Toast."
Everyone is justâŚlacking reality.
You talking about real life or characters? Tired brain, I can’t tell.
Wolves do not embody coolness! They embodyâŚwild.
Maybe wildness = coolness 𤯠If you want to be cool, kids, grow a tail and howl with pain every time someone prunes a tree.
Yeah, my animal probably isn’t a wolf. Everyone says it’s a fox. I dunno. I used to say armadillo for a while, just to throw them off the scent.
Anyways, we should probably get back to the actual rp nowâŚ
*types rapidly*
âEverything is a mountainâ
@rae @loopylin @godlyfantasy12
Do you know how much cooking I did yesterday!? Behold, my looooong installment before I probably ignore this place tomorrow while baking cheesecake and broiling oil. Ta-ta.
Mars
Finally discharged from the everyday hospital line, Mars swallowed some pills and headed out with a spring in his step. The kind nurse, a girl named Hannah [Ooh, it’s me, I’m so kind â¤], had quickly encouraged his headache away just by existing.
Just existence… just the very idea of it gripped his heart with sunshine this morning. Which sounded ridiculous! But if he were at home, he probably would have burst with pride.
The next best thing happened. He opened the class door, shoving his hands in his pockets to make a funny or truthful remark, when something flew into his face.
“Master Ben!” The teacher shrieked.
But the student was a white mink, wrapped around Marcel’s neck with a chattery purr.
He whispered sweet nothings in the boy’s ear, and grinned at the teacher. “M-M-Me exprrress meself. Hehe.”
“Oh no, the horror. I will save you from this thing, ma’am,” Mars staged, grabbing the bundle of clothes and stepping back out.
Out in the hall, he peeled the mink off his face and held it as far away from him as possible. “You’re not allowed to hug until we cover the ground rules.”
“B-But-”
“No playing around. Did you mess with stuff in my bedroom at home?”
“Aw, I-I-” the mink changed into a puppy, with floppy ears and sad eyes. “I am just good in-in-!”
Marcel’s face darkened, thunder and lightning flickering in his sea eyes as light circled his head.
“Wait.” The puppy scrambled out of his grasp, and dragged the clothes with him into a nearby empty locker.
Ten seconds later, young Ben stepped out and smiled mischievously. “As I was saying, interior designer.”
“I told you not to touch my things,” Mars flicked his wings.
“I just want to let you know, from the bottom of my heart, that I might have wet your bed.”
“What??”
Ben bounced on his feet with excitement. “I just want to let you know -”
Marcel pinned the smaller boy against the lockers, high enough that the boy’s feet didn’t touch the floor. He pressed his forehead against Ben’s, close enough to smell the changeling’s stinky breath. “If you dug into my tapes, I will discover laser eyes and blast you from existence.”
The two boys grinned at each other.
Ben hugged, squeezing tight. He was only a few inches shorter, but he was so scrawny, he might as well have shaved a few more inches off. His body changed colors, melding into the brown sweater, and his scruffy white head instinctively tucked under Marcel’s chin.
This may have weirded out anyone, especially since the boys looked roughly the same age. That could not have been “further from the for-realsies,” as Babs liked to say. Ben had recently changed from having the body and mentality of an eight-year-old.
There were signs. His eyes were a little bigger and rounder than one might expect. His clothes didn’t fit perfectly. And most importantly, his orange hair was just beginning to grow back around the ears.
Even though his jokes were deliberate, he had a genuine earnestness behind his words. He couldn’t help smiling – like a little kid who just said something smart.
For Mars, it was an uncanny valley, and he still hadn’t decided if he liked the new Ben or not. For one thing, he couldn’t manipulate him as easily.
“Where’s Babs?” Ben asked.
“Somewhere. I dunno. C’mon.”
They went back in. Ben sat down next to Chase, and Mars dominated the corner of the room in peace.
âEverything is a mountainâ
The heck, Wyoh. What did I ever do to you?
âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
*ahem* I was sayingÂ
If you want to be cool, kids, grow a tail and howl with pain every time someone prunes a tree.
This is going in my out of context quotes doc. You canât stop me
âNothing says autumn like slurpinâ apples.â -my uncle
What…
I… honestly forgot I said that đł
Be my guest, girl. I still stand by it, though. *crosses arms stubbornly while furiously trying to remember why I said something like that*
âEverything is a mountainâ
@freed_and_redeemed hey u wanna RP as Wolfie?
@whalekeeper AHH I LOVE BEN AND MARCEL’S RELATIONSHIP SOOO MUCH! Can’t wait for Marcel to introduce Pax to him!#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebOfc!! Ben’s a bit of a wild card for me because I haven’t written him much đ
âEverything is a mountainâ
@whalekeeper @savanah_grace2009 forgive me if I do wrong
Chase
Chase stared at his companion oddly again after he returned to the seat.
Another shapeshifter.
Should he think it’s cool, or be freaked out?
Chase pulled his hood down farther over his eyes.
“Master Duke.”
Chase did not respond.
“Master Duke! Chase Duke!” The class giggled at her frustration, all looking at the boy in the dark hoodie.
Chase looked at the teacher with black eyes glinting under his hood.
“Do you understand how to do this problem?” She pointed at the chalk scraped across a dark grey board in the form of math.
Chase nodded unenthusiastically. Mrs Marshall had had to explain it to him, back home. He wasn’t sure he could do it right, but he could do it.
“Then come up and do it for the class, won’t you, Master Duke?”
Chase knew it was a command, not an option. Slowly, he rose from his seat and began to walk to the front, but as he did so, he tripped over a stuck-out foot and fell flat on his face. The class roared with laughter, especially the one to whom the for belonged. The teacher tapped her pointer on her desk and demanded quiet.
Chase picked himself up, and walked to the board to begin the problem.
“Please take off the hood and narrate what you are doing loud and clear for the class, Master Duke.”
Chase shook his head.
The teacher repeated herself, rapping her foot and raising her volume.
“N-no”
She repeated herself a second time.
Chase took the chalk, wrote a giant N O on the hoard, turned around and made to walk back to his seat. Before the teacher could do anything, Chase was tripped again. This time, the class would not be calmed down. They laughed a jeered at how Chase should have seen it coming a second time.
As Chase rose from the floor this time, he locked contact with one of the only girls not laughing, Sef. He got up. Flashed her a smile and some handsome green eyes, and sat down at his desk.
She had just made this miserable day less miserable.
"You need French Toast."
Mars
“Detention, Master Duke,” the teacher snapped.
Chase ignored her and started to draw.
Well, that just happened. On the one hand, the tripping and laughing could understandably make a student angry. One the other, Marcel could not for the life of him understand why Chase refused to answer the question.
Did he just hate the educational hierarchy? Or was he bad at math?
“Master Marcel, you may take Duke’s place by the board.”
Marcel got up, swinging his hands in his sweater pocket. No one tripped him; no one even dared to giggle. They watched as he approached with a piece of chalk and lazily completed the problem.
He felt bad for Chase, but he couldn’t blame the other students for teasing him. The kid was too approachable, like Pax – cowering and melancholy. His very posture screamed “push me around and feed my sadness!”
And maybe that couldn’t be helped. Pretending to feel anything else wasn’t in their character.
“Thank you,” the teacher said. Her nostrils flared, and one eyelid twitched as Marcel went back to his seat. She surveyed the unruly children with a commanding air. “Would anyone else like detention?”
The students straightened and silenced themselves. Someone raised a hand.
“What is it?” The teacher called.
Seb folded his hands back together with a contemplative smile. “Yes.”
“Yes to what?”
“i would like detention very much, thank you.” He sounded like he was ordering a large drive-through meal with a side of fries.
“Of course,” the teacher hissed. “Go to study hall for your detention period, both of you. Everyone else, you are dismissed to your next class.”
âEverything is a mountainâ
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