THROW THE DICE.

excitement embodied by nature , she can’t help but feel BAD ; a hand brushes back her hair sheepishly and beak forms a shy ( BUT SURELY EAGER ) smile.❛ eh heh heh … sorry mr. gladstone. i just … i guess the boys are right , i get a little too excited ! but yeah – i’m webby ! ❜

@lvckydevil sc

     A soft chuckle escapes before she comments, “You never asked.”

❛ have you ever ridden a DRAGON ? what’s it like having so much luck ? how did you get your luck ? are you secretly a duck - leprechaun hybrid ? do you really like green that much ? I’M WEBBY !  ❜

&& . @lvckydevil· / old… storter … call …

i just kind of took a second to just go “wow.... i sure love gladstone...!” which sounds dumb but like hear me out... he’s such an interesting character ! which i guess is me being a little biased, because i think luck is such an interesting concept for a character to be based on & just...... i love how it’s played on gladstone. always winning \ never losing , gaining materialistic things that he has no real use for \ growing bored each day, because nothing new or exciting ever really happens to him.

i love how he acts in a facade of a personality so people can just ! leave him alone! he’s so use to people only ever treating him as a resource because of luck \ so he just has this protective barrier around him that just distances him from other people & it shows how /flawed/ a man with the greatest luck of all time is ! sure he wins all the time, but he has no incentive to win, or people hate him because of it. & he just figures that this is just his curse to bear

   EYES  CLOSE   ;   ENTER  DARKNESS.   it  made  him  a  little  uneasy   \   sure  he  has  closed  his  eyes  many  times   ,   using  them  as  gateways  to  escape  reality.   however  the  unknown  still  made  him  anxious   (   even  if  you  know  you  won’t  be  harmed   \   the  thought  still  strikes  a  bit  of  fear  into  you   ).   he  trusted  judy   (  thoughts  you  never  would  have  guessed  would  bubble  inside  your  mind   \   the  word  trust   \   you  never  really  had  to  place  that  trust  unto  anyone  before   \   no   ,   all  that  trust  had  been  placed  into  his  luck   \   it  was  a  nice  change   )

   RAIN  DROPS   ;   EYES  OPEN.   at  first  he  had  truly  thought  that  rain  was  pouring   (   you  would  have  preferred  that   \   the  sound  of  rain  is  nice   ,   but  the  smell   \   the  grey  colors   \   it’s  much  more  peaceful   )   however  he  was  still  grateful  for  the  gift.   anywhere  he  went   \   he  could  summon  his  own  rain  cloud   &   disconnect  from  society.   he  could  feel  a  warm  smile  like  a  setting  sun  curve  onto  his  beak  the  moment  his  eyes  meet  judy’s.

   ❝    you   really   are  the  best  with  gifts.   thank  you.    ❞   his  voice  mellow  like  a  rain  cloud   \   no  sarcasm  or  misplaced  smugness   \   a  genuine  thank  you.

   ❝    that’s   not   true   !    ❞   this  wasn’t  the  tone  from  an  old  jukebox  player  playing  smooth  jazz   \   no   ,   there  was  grittiness   &   intensity  flaring  up  his  voice.   however  he  brings  it  down  a  notch   \   for  he  did  not  intend  to  lose  composure  so  easily.   ❝    i  mean   ,   who  decided  that  you  should  take  the  fall  all  the  time   ?   look   ,   we’ll  figure  this  out  okay   ?   you’re  not  the  one  to  blame  for  this.    ❞