#perscnification

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@perscnification​ asked:  "Are you sure this is going to work?" -Vaggie

“Of course it’s going to work, Vags ! Come on, we made the best plan that anyone could have ! ” Regarding what Charlie was trying to do, it was the best because there were no other plans — anywhere.

Sure, the heiress may have been just teensy bit hurt that Vaggie was asking yet again, but she didn’t dare show it. She set a hand on the outside of Vaggie’s arm, offering her an optimistic grin. 

     Another STRANGE visitor, how interesting that so many are popping up. Have they all figured it out of this world, or has one side figured it out and the other comes chasing after.      The shadow purrs, walking up behind this one, “Now. . . would you be a HERO or a VILLAIN?~ Your scent smells of something like the shadows. . . another visitor. Must be popular this time of year.”

The year frappucinos were introduced to Hell was the year that Charlie felt like she really started enjoying coffee more. She had been drinking it for years, but never did a drink satisfy her sweet tooth like a large cup of overly sugary blended coffee did. The shop that originally began to sell it had become another favorite of hers  — little drama, a quiet space. She often drank some tea or coffee and managed to read a few chapters of a book. 

It was easy to spot the regulars. The tall rabbit who always got espresso, the lizard that only got water. She picked up on those things. When the moth demon that frequented walked in and turned down her coffee, Charlie stood up with a frown. Her big heart wondered if something had happened. So she stuck her nose where it didn’t belong, paying for the coffee and even adding in some food !

The reaction surprised her, but it wasn’t uncommon. Nobody wanted anything to do with the princess.

                     random | @perscnification | accepting!

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“ there is a literal nest in the back, catra! “ glimmer pointed at it as catra ran away from her. “ just feel the back of your head. you can’t miss it. it’s that big and it’s either i brush it out or we have to cut it out! “ glimmer phased so that she was practically balancing on catra’s shoulder. she didn’t exactly mean to go there but catra was so fast and it did result in them falling to the floor, catra slightly pinned beneath glimmer. 

No. No, a voice screamed in her head as she heard to words slip from Adora’s lips. Trust wasn’t something that Catra deserved or at the very least it was something she had convinced herself she didn’t. Especially with someone else’s life. The Magicat struggled daily to even trust herself with her own life as thoughts plagued her mind with each daily struggle that passed by her. Every one reminded her of just how difficult each task had truly been. While the war was still going on she felt much more focused, directed, but now while she was free she couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything.

Basic things she should do slipped from her grasp, schedules she tried to make fell apart in her hands, the once proud commander of the Hoard fell from grace in the worst way possible as those thoughts continued to infect her. Everything from her past, every fear about what may come and how her life was stuck in an ever evolving story of misery and pain. While things may have gotten ‘better’ part of her wished it hadn’t.

Life was easier to understand when there was a clear goal but now the feeling of freedom suffocated her. Lost in a world that she couldn’t recognize anymore and now she was to be bestowed the trust of someone’s life? How could she ever manage to live up to the expectation that was given with those words...