#phooenixia

Sparkle, sparkle. Use this sparkle whenever you feel down or your mind is stinky. It'll ease away your burdens!! Now, have a good day / night!!

What are you, the sweetest little person in the world?

"Please, I don't have anything on me, I don't have anything to give to you! I can-AH!" the cry echoes through the air as the sound of flesh striking flesh rises to mingle with the cry of pain. Falling to the floor, one of the three men that had gathered around the smaller, petite victim bent and grabbed the leather wallet.

Though rather than simply taking it like Hikaru might have, a flash of courage rises as he reaches and snags back the wallet, immediately curling into a ball around it as the man hollers... and in response?

The man rears back his leg, fully intending on kicking his victim..

▸   @phooenixia   ⟶   ❛  “You  smell  that?”  /  “Yeah.  Death,  rain,  or  dinner.  Hard  to  tell  anymore.” (Is Fury talking about her brother or actual death, who knows. Anyways, at Craig!)  ❜   ╱   (  two-line exchanges , accepting .  )

The stench of death plagues South Park more than it probably should, given the town’s small population.  It is strongest around Shady Acres Retirement Home for obvious reasons because that’s where everyone shoves their decrepit relatives while they wait for them to kick the bucket.  It’s completely depressing, and Craig is glad that Grandma Tucker hasn’t gotten to a point where they have to send her there yet.  The idea of going to Shady Acres to get his birthday money from her makes him shiver.

But that’s not the only place.  There are a few spots around town where the air hangs heavy with questionable stenches, like the bad part of town, where Kenny’s house is located.  There are always fumes leaking out of the crevices of the garage there, which smell chemical, and very few people are allowed in there.  Craig tries not to go to Kenny’s house much, but Tweek goes quite often and apparently goes in the garage, too.  Maybe that’s why he’s so messed up…

“It’s definitely not dinner,” he says, wrinkling his nose.  It does smell thick and damp, so he can believe rain, but he can also believe the kind of decomposition that turns people into soup, like when they’ve been in a river or barrel of acid forever.  It is a little strong for an ordinary rainstorm.

“Should we check it out?” he says, looking up at Fury.  It’s probably a bad idea, he realizes that, and he really is not the kind of kid who goes around and sticks his nose everywhere it doesn’t belong.  But he is only human, and sometimes curiosity gets the better of him.  Besides, it has become a little hard to ignore, and if it is a body, they should probably report it to the police, even though that will do fuck-all.  The Park County Police are notoriously unreliable, always chasing the wrong leads, so it is extremely unlikely that any potential murder will actually get solved.

Deciding that he will not be able to sleep at night if he does not at least look, Craig trudges forward without her.  Dark clouds loom overhead, lending credence to the theory that it is just rain, but it is not at all uncommon for the sky to be overcast in fall and winter.  Temperatures have been plummeting, and they are more likely to get their first snow of the season than rain, in Craig’s own opinion.  But until it officially freezes over, there is still plenty of time and opportunity for shit to rot.

Chum is a pretty positive guy overall, and it helps him significantly that he often does not realize when people are insulting him.  It is difficult to hurt his feelings, and in the rare instances where he does get dejected, he rarely stays that way for long.  As such, he cannot properly empathize with Fury’s struggles, all the internalizing of what people have said to her.  He finds it hard to believe that anybody has said anything bad to her at all, as he only focuses on people’s good qualities.

When he looks at Fury, he doesn’t see a rash woman who ruins everything with her impulsive decisions.  Rather, he sees a brave person who doesn’t hesitate to jump into action when the situation calls for it.  It’s always better to try your best to do something than to sit by idly.  Chum is not the most naturally gifted Lancer himself, but he still tries hard to help his friends, and he can see that same drive in Fury.

“That’s okay if you don’t believe me,” he says, holding up a placating hand.  “But I’m really not lying to you!”  It may not have been her intention to accuse him of dishonesty, but he just wants to make everything super clear, just to make sure that she knows that he doesn’t have it in him to lie to her.

“I really like spending time with you.  I think you’re so cool and strong.”  She reminds him a little bit of his friend Ixchel in that way, the gladiator from the Balamok Shard, the same Shard he’s from.  Only Ixchel doesn’t get in these moods where she feels bad for herself.  She always says that people should cheer for her, and she’s right: they should.  And they ought to do it for Fury, too, and if no one is willing to do that, then Chum supposes he will have to do it alone.

pinterest quotes / accepting / @phooenixia sent . . . "i said what i said." (Death, stop being sass. @ Demon)

❝ And I say why don't you take a bath ? ❞ Of course, he goes there. ❝ I can excuse Dude for not showering — he's just a little human, doesn't know any better. But a higher being like you ? You should really work on smelling better. ❞

A long pause.

❝ Unless you're into the odor . . . ❞

love is in the air [maybe!] ! / accepting / @phooenixia sent . . . 💗 (yeeting Fury at your face)

❝ fuck. but somehow i'm not surprised. maybe we're just two fires and we'll end up burning each other out or some deep shit like that. ❞

@phooenixia sent . . .

❝It's giving.....like he picked through a weekend worth of trash and slapped it together.❞

Fury's face twisted into a look of disgust. Nose wrinkling with a slight flare of the nostril, lips lifted into a sneer, eyes blazing. All directed at her brother, Death, who didn't pay them any mind from a distance. Her gaze sweeps up and down the wrappings around his entire torso, save for the large scar on his right chest.

❝What do you say? Rate it trash, trash, or the dirt under your boot?❞

❝ It's giving World of Warcraft cosplay, ❞ he grumbled, eyes dragging over the outfit with visible disdain. ❝ But he didn't have the budget, so he went to a goddamn landfill and just threw a bunch of bullshit together. ❞ Rich coming from a man who hadn't bathed in three days. But even with its holes, grime, and odor, the black trench coat was iconic and badass !

Instead of . . . whatever her brother was wearing. Dude almost wanted to laugh, but didn't.