#screwedblue

what a Snacc 

            “    i think everything is pushing me to give up on teaching you students...    ”

send some hearts to tell my muse how yours feels about them. 

💛: Loves them platonically.💚: Is a little jealous of them.💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive.💝: Looks up to them as a role model.

send in 🍷 to walk in on my muse wasted ;; 

Good thing she did, because the second the girl walked into the bar, Brian slammed down and smashed a table right near the door. Ignoring the blood dripping from his nose as he grabbed part of the shattered table and went right back into this fight. 

         Miranda pulled another curly strand back, smiling sweetly as she did. It was strangely calming to style Vicky’s hair like this. It made it easier to ignore the quickening heart rate Miranda always had to deal with when around her Frankenstein friend.

         When reaching for a strand to pull into the nice updo she was carefully crafting, Miranda’s hand delicately brushed along the side of Vicky’s cheek. Instantly, Miranda’s pink cheeks darkened with a clear blush. The fish princess was grateful for her place behind Vicky, where she could hide the proof of her embarrassment.

         “Aaaand, I think we’re done!” Miranda stepped back, looking upon her masterpiece. Despite being a princess with many serfs, she did learn a few things from her mother. This particular hairstyle just so happened to be one of them. “I’ll grab you a mirror to look at yourself.”

                       The action of the scene had been building for quite                        some time now, the tension in the arena palpable                        despite the fact that the Spook High Drama Committee                        was little more than a handful of students in surprisingly                        well made costumes (minus one dragon costume) and                        one teacher that dubbed himself the Phantom. Guy always                        tended to creep out Green but whatever he could ignore                        him for the most part.                         The music swells and Green bursts from the paper mache                        forest, arms up in front of his chest in what is supposed to be                        an aggressive pose. A voice in his head tells him not to forget                        his line and he scrambles for a moment to think of what to do                        next...

Simply go on a droning monologue about how strange it is for a group of monsters to be performing a play about humans killing the monster. There’s a particular sense of self loathing there that really should be looked at under a microscope!

                      or

Just say, “Roar.”

                      The second thought certainly seemed easier so that’s what                        he went with, overly large costumed hands curled, ready to swipe.