#fiercelyaries

Uhh, wow I forgot this was in my inbox. OKAY! TIME TO FINALLY ANSWER IT AFTER ALMOST SIX MONTHS.

ART. ART MAKES ME FEEL LOTS OF THINGS BUT MOSTLY HAPPY

Superheroes. 

Random strangers that say nice things to me

Nature. Just... admiring it during any season puts me at peace. I’ll walk outside and look at the sky and just feel a surge of emotion at the meld of colors in a sunset. I’ll watch as flower petals are blown from a tree during spring. I’ll sit outside as the snow falls, taking in the silence of winter. Just... nature blows my mind. Maybe because I spend too much time inside.

◊ | A blink, with a look of disinterest, as Alice sat herself on the bench, staring at the crowd before her. Why were they all here, and what the hell did they want? There was only one way to find out. "Who the hell are ya lot?" Crossing her legs, Alice looks at them quizzically. "Whaddaya want from me?"

((Oh wow! You answered! You actually answered! I just-wow… thanks! I know you must be busy and all so this really means a lot! Also, people keep calling me cute and sweet but I just… I don’t see it! O: Oh my gosh but that aside! Really, thanks!))

"Hey, wait, you never told me..." She trailed off, watching the girl walk away. She frowned some, wondering why she didn't introduce herself. Vanellope shrugged and picked the package up, smiling at the colors.

She stroked the bow for a moment before tearing into the wrapping. The opened the flaps of the box to see the plaque. Gently, she lifted the present into her hands.

The wood was smooth and polished, shining almost as brightly as the engraved gold. Vanellope smiled when she saw her name.

"Thanks..." She knew the girl wasn't there anymore, but her heart was pounding with gratitude. Vanellope stood and picked up the box, running to her room. She dropped the box to the floor again when she reached her room, jumping onto the bed.

The wall her bed was pushed against was bare; the perfect spot. She set the plaque on a pillow and went to fetch a hammer and nails. When she did find what she needed, she returned to her bed and started to hammer the nails into the sugar-cube wall.

Then, carefully, she rested the string on the back of the plaque on the nail. She made sure it was straight before she wiggled back on her knees and grinned with a few spare nails between her teeth.

"ERFECT!" She spit the nails out and sighed.