#norikwrites

Send a 💝 and my Muse will ramble on about how they presently feel about yours.

"That boy is why I refuse, refuse, to date questioning anyone anymore. Drama, drama, drama. It's the same story every time: oh, they start out so sweet, it melts my heart. I'm the most beautiful creature they've ever seen, and they're so gentle. He was so gentle, at first. He treated me like a princess, and spoiled me like one too. I'd never had a lover so generous with me. And then... the novelty wears off. Oh, he adores me, but only behind closed doors, never in front of his friends, his horrible racist little friends he hadn't even the gall to stand up against.

"It starts there, and then it's not in front of his ex, or in public at all really, and it tears him up inside. He becomes a sad sniveling thing throwing an endless pity party. Woe is me, boo-hoo, my horrible friends are horrible, and now it affects me. He never wanted to help himself. I tried every trick in the book, did you know that? He deserved people that respected him, but he kept pining for those nasty little men, and then he finally turned on me. Turns out, he hated my clothes all along. Can you believe that? He never said as much, no, he was far too polite for that, but I wasn't the one new to the life. I know what it means when they just 'happen' to prefer the more 'normal' clothes at every opportunity."

A sigh.

outfit

Tyler waited, eyes sparkling bright with anticipation, but soon his excitement faded, his shoulders drooping and his bottom lip jutting out every so slightly in a sad, disappointed little pout. Ivakir was not happy with his gift.

“No, like, I can’t have red cause it make me itchy, but I thought, so I saved it, special just for you, like, because, it’s pretty, and you’re pretty, so.”

“So, you can’t eat red skittles, but all the others you suddenly can?”

Why didn’t she believe in this?

The sun had been coming in and out from behind the clouds all day, which was nice enough that the roads were busy and people were driving like tourists and idiots. Aelred pulled his sunglasses over his face. 

He glanced at the kid sitting in his back seat. He wasn’t exactly a kid, he looked to be the same age as Aelred. He had opened the small window separating them so they could talk, but just having this guy in his back seat made him nervous.

“I don’t use the GPS in this car, I don’t need it,” he said, eyeing the man in his rear view mirror. “But some of the out-of-towners, they need it to feel safe, you know? And the guys at the shop keep saying its just some technical malfunction, but it’ll show a map that doesn’t make sense, with glyphs and shit that you can’t even read. Well, maybe... you can...”

It’s only been a few hours since his transformation, and to be completely honest, Max doesn’t understand the point of throwing him out when they’re about to announce last call anyhow. But he’s evidently managed to live it up enough to make a nuisance of himself in record time, and he already reeks of liquor by the time he hits the pavement, tumbling into a pile of garbage bags heaped up near the mouth of an alley. 

Fine. With all the bars preparing to close within the hour, he’s got to find some other way to entertain himself anyway. May as well get a jump on that. 

[ id: a drawing of xander and molly making out, while jeremy stands awkwardly smiling in the background holding some balloons ]

another silly redraw :p

[ id: shiloh, happy, and xander, confused, stand next to each other. someone offscreen is saying “choux pastry”, and both of them are thinking of shoes. ]