#huffledork

I told you there’d be more! Here’s more photos of my cosplay of @huffle-dork​ ‘s Impulse!

So in Discord we were talking and then:

@huffle-dork : I kinda love the headcannon I read the other day that all the other egos are wary of Halloween like not scared but like cautious cuz- that’s antis time but jj that’s his birthday so he’s just like BAM pumpkins everywhere- obnoxious costumes, decorations everywhere!! We’re gonna breathe hallow’s eve gentlemen!!! Anti can pry Halloween from my cold dead hands I was born before him goddamn it!!!

@iv0ry-keys  HE WANTs TO MAKE THE HOUSE INTO ONE OF THOSE COOL ONES WHERE YOU WALK THROUGH ANd ITS ALL DECKED OUT 

And then me:

@huffle-dork is the creator of the Stream Buds Discord, and V is her sis~Days like these remind her why coming here is worth it, why going through everything is so, so worth it. 

Today there is no mind control. Today there are no evil darks chasing them, there’s no risk, no injuries, no terror and questions, and long, exhausting ends. Today, it is normal, or as normal as things can be here. It’s a good normal, considering the other normal it could be, so it’s worth it. 

An hour picking flowers from a garden that is never tended to, but always remains perfect, is worth it. Spending two hours carefully sorting through the flowers, pairing them up, and then slowly and carefully twining them together, is worth it. Traveling around the spacious house, never dusty or dirty but with no one cleaning it, to distribute the flower crowns is worth it. 

But the most worthwhile is seeing the surprise on her sister’s face, the way her eyes travel from Vanessa’s up to her own head. She sets down her pencil to gently touch the flowers, layers of pretty pastel greens and blues, soft under her fingertips. The smile that follows is radiant, so deeply genuinely grateful that Vanessa has to look down. She’s received these looks all days, but this is different. This is her sister, and her heart soars. 

“You always know how to make me smile,” Huffle says, and then pulls her properly into the library loft. 

She didn’t make herself a crown, so Huffle draws her one, intricate light lines and carefully folded edges. It’s beautiful, colored oh so carefully, and Vanessa is glad it’s made of paper. She can wear it over and over again, put it next to her things, hold it when times get rough.