#playbarbies

@playbarbies , from crumb : "are you sure you're okay?"

"why, my boy, i've never been better!" he punctuates the statement with a chuckle, albeit a little bit forced. he stands before the newly knighted sir crumb, and is metaphorically bursting with pride-- this moment is bittersweet, too, as this moment will eventually come to an end and lord hop-a-lot will leave for the swamps that queen ella has graciously gifted to him, since he had not a lily pad to his name prior to her declaration.

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘!!!

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘!!!

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘!!!

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘.  this is more than the typical black friday madness that jerry's grown used to over the years.  this feels like mass hysteria.  the worst part is, he hadn't realized how bad it was until it was too late.  he'd put himself at risk, sure, but worse?  he'd put tatum at risk.

he's crouched near a vending machine.  his heart pounds in his ears as he stares across the food court at @playbarbies.  he frantically motions for her to come here, but she seems to be frozen in place, a deer staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.  tater, please!  he pleads with her, as if he can project his thoughts into her mind.  as if that might convince her to move.

jerry realizes that he can't just sit there any longer.  he has to go get her because he refuses to leave her behind.  they're only cousins, but they might as well be siblings, and he can't lose his only sister.

maybe she can hear his thoughts.  the moment he decides to run and get her, she finally breaks free of her trance.  she runs.  a sharp gasp escapes his lips, born of relief, fear, and adrenaline.  within no time, she's at his side, and he wraps his arms around her despite the fact they don't have time for this right now.  he squeezes her tight, his heart pounding a painful celebration against his chest.  ❝ goddamnit, tatum. ❞  he pulls back, his fingers clutching her shoulders.  ❝ you scared me! ❞

Send "💌" for me to tell you about an OC that I really love and want to give a shoutout to!

there are so many people i want to talk about i had to put them all on a wheel to pick and the first person to come up was the ever wonderful @witchhaunts !

now i may be biased towards fey BUT that's only because i'm right having watched them writing rowena for coming on a decade now. i would guess that anyone's who's following me is probably following rowena anyway BUT i am going to gush about them anyway.

chrissy (@playbarbies) told eddie:  nobody believes me.

❝ 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓. ❞  eddie doesn't look at her at first.  he sits with his arms wrapped around his bent knees.  he doesn't want to make this whole ordeal about him, but he can't help but think about the implications of no one believing someone like chrissy.  if they won't believe her?  he doesn't stand a chance.  finally, he looks at her.  a few strands from his bangs fall into his eyes, and he blows them out of the way.

❝ they don't believe me either, but… ❞  he gestures to himself.  with his metallica t-shirt, black jeans, long hair, and worn-out jean jacket, he isn't really surprised.  not to mention, he plays a game associated with the devil.  no one's going to believe him.  no one besides her.  no one besides the one person he should probably be avoiding over anyone else.  if anyone caught them together…  he doesn't really want to think about the kind of beating that jason and his goons would give him.  he might look scary and put on a tough front, but he's not a fighter.  ❝ we've gotta figure out a way to make them believe you. ❞  he all but pleads with his gaze.