ooc: Whoops! I sorta let this blog die for a bit! But I swear its not actually dead. My muse for Bee has just been a little iffy for a few weeks. Pretty much all of my rps have been dropped either by myself or my partners. On top of that school stuff has been taking up a lot of my time. 

AND I’m kinda salty that the new eps of Bee and Puppycat haven’t been released yet even though they’ve been done for awhile and shown at several conventions >__> SIGH. 

‖◉ ℒ ◉‖ “Does this look like Burger King to you? You can’t                   have it your way. If you want a strawberry-frosted-                   sprinkled donut, you get the sprinkles that are                   already on it and no more. You got that? I just sell                   them. I don’t make them.”

        ❝ What kinda donut shop doesn’t offer extra sprinkles?!  ❞ She didn’t actually know if extra sprinkles was actually a thing in most donut shops, but she was too hungry to actually care.  ❝ Fine, fine.Then I’ll take a dozen...with MODERATE sprinklage. ❞ She added bitterly as she began to rummage through her pockets for cash--but wait... that stupid uniform didn’t even have pockets.  ❝ Ughh...Where did I put my wallet... ❞ 

‖◉ ℒ ◉‖ Clothing was a form of expression. He had to                 continually remind himself of that the longer he                 stood staring at the girl who had just strolled                 into the Big Donut. Just an expression… just an                 expression.

simplyxbee liked for a start.

        She dreams of fire. Of miles upon miles of scorching drawers—each one holding their own respective memory. She dreams of anger, and friendships long lost to her from actions she never had any control of. It’s in those twisted instances where she can truly be herself; despite Wrathia’s constant stringent presence. She dreams of all of this; however, the sight she’s currently beholding, is not of her own imagination. It couldn’t be, for it’s lush with an pleasant, and prepossessing sense of calmness.

      Steam blossoms from between chapped lips, as petite fingers steel against the stolen ship’s hatch—pulling her from it’s carnage, and melting it’s frame in the process. Ignorance swells through the pit of her stomach the moment she stands on, once again, foreign soil. Then with a drag of air, Ava presses on-wards—ignoring those not-so-subtle plumes of flames that sprout with each waking step. The very ones that leave behind an rather conspicuous trail of marred, albeit small footsteps. 

       A hand smooths through long, now matted hair only to grasp at the glasses resting there. Freeing them from their perch, Ava slips them on, and inhales. The world around her melts into a vast sea of iridescent hues. She blinks, and turns—briefly glancing over hordes of spirits that still lingered, as if they hadn’t realized that they, themselves have passed. Honestly, she’s still unsure of how to go about finding the other demons from Wrathia’s book. 

                Though since she was here, trudging through the                            planet’s terrain  at night, she might as well look, right? 

       The encroaching darkness disintegrates into nothingness as she passes, culled by the very glow that emanates from her feverish skin—-lighting the immediate area as she walks. The world seen through her glasses captivates her, and she slowly looses herself to it. Becoming more, and more unaware of any possible threats as she works herself further into the thicket. It’s not until she steps on something, and inevitably burns it; does she realize she’s no longer alone. 

       "Ah!” Shock splinters through her core, and in tune warms her veins—causing the brunette to glow more so. With eyes wide, she fumbles to remove the limbo glasses with clumsy fingers, only to direct her gaze down, at the item in question with an prominent  frown. 

        <This...isn’t so bad...>

         ❝ See! I told you, it’s always better to go to the park at night! ❞ 

        Beneath a canopy of starlight and a waning moon, they found perfect solitude. The island wasn’t very big, but in spite of their small population the masses always seemed to find their way to the park closest to Bee’s apartment. The allure of sunshine and open fields brought about a war zone of airborne Frisbees, rowdy children and their pets, family cookouts--which wasn’t at all ideal for a peaceful stroll along the trails. 

        Originally, Puppycat wasn’t too keen on being woken up in the dead of night for Bee’s Midnight Picnic, but he was lured out of bed with the promise of cake. Now settled within the lush alcove of the park’s gardens, his bitterness had dissolved beneath the serenity of nightfall. Among the overgrowth and flower blossoms, they almost seemed to be in a world of their own, a place where only the fireflies and the cool breeze could join them. After a series of particularly strenuous temp-jobs, some time to themselves and a bit of fresh air was just what they needed to recuperate.  

        ❝ And now...introducing our guest of honor...❞ A wide smile crossed her lips as she reached into her wicker picnic basket to retrieve their prize. Puppycat put on his usual front of indifference, but the twitching of his nose and ears revealed his anticipation.  ❝ Here she iiiissss...the most beautiful cake in the universe~ ❞ Their late night snack, courtesy of their favorite little bakery in town, a triple chocolate cake! It was artfully crafted, baked to fluffy perfection, bathed in fudge glaze and sprinkled lovingly in chocolate chips and cocoa shavings. In other words, heaven on a platter. 

        <Let’s eat.> Puppycat demands solemnly, having already hopped to his feet with hunger driving his impatience.

        ❝ WAIIIIIIT. Not so fast, man! There’s a raspberry bush just over there. Everyone knows chocolate and raspberries are like, the perfect couple. Back in a sec! ❞ 

       Puppycat was left to guard their dessert as Bee darted off into the darkness, a duty that he held with utmost seriousness. Rustling in the nearby shrubs prompted him to rise and investigate (and possibly berate whoever/whatever was disturbing their secret nook). The scent of smoke and ash further roused his suspicions as he stalked over to the bushes in a huff. He never got the opportunity to take a look, for the culprit emerged just as he began to approach, nearly trampling him the process. 

      <Hey! Watch your step, idiot! WATCH OUT.> His warning was all for naught, and the worst case scenario was laid out before his eyes. Of all the places that awful girl could have stepped, Puppycat turned to find her foot smack dab in the middle of their beloved triple chocolate cake. Tragic.

        <NO. YOU FIEND! I’LL KILL YOU. >  

        ❝ Puppycat? What are you shouting about now? ❞  Bee returned to the scene of the crime with raspberries she had promised in her hands (and quite a bit on her face as well). Sadly, they all went tumbling to the ground once Bee had taken a moment to process that their meal had been reduced to a sad pile of mush beneath the heel of a stranger.