Blizzard & Me.
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Thread Topic: Blizzard & Me.
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(i have, but one's a junior this year and the other two are dating. but i have my safe spaces, which will be the art room. and probably this library too for after school.)
Quackity flushed. "Am not!"
"Are too." Karl whispered happily.
Gold nodded and giggled. "I have always wanted a loving family. And I got that!" He cried. "Would it be okay if I still live with you guys afterwards?" He asked shyly, knowing that he'd soon be 20.
Bad tilted his head. "I don't see a problem with it."
George smiled. "it's part of life." He said softly. "Some people get pricked by thorns, and others get stabbed by swords." He said poetically, still twisting flowers together. -
(safe spaces are good :))
“You definitely are,” Sapnap agreed.
“Of course, Gold,” Skeppy said with a smile.
Dream paused, stunned by what George had just said. “Okay, Mr. poet-“ He said jokingly. -
(at my aunt's my room is one. the park is another safe space for me. i am comfortable in places like those. especially if i can listen to music and not b bothered.)
Quackity giggled. "Fine, fine!" He cried, humming softly. his eyes lit up and he grinned. "Do you think I could try flying?" He asked softly.
Karl glanced at Sapnap. "I think it's been long enough for his wing to heal. Should we try it?"
Gold giggled. "Thank you!" He cried happily, his tail wagging. "I love you Dad, Uncle Skeppy." He mumbled.
Bad smiled. "We love you too, Gold." Bad said softly. "So much."
George rolled his eyes. "I actually write good poetry, excuse you!" He cried, offended. "There's something you didn't know about me!" He cried. -
(thats good!)
“If you’re careful,” Sapnap agreed with a nod.
“We love you too,” Skeppy said with a smile.
Dream frowned. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you,” he mumbled. -
(it is. i'm trying to find other ways to cope too, other than relying so heavily on my music.)
Quackity nodded. "I will be." He said softly. "So we can do it?" He asked, tilting his head.
Karl nodded. "We can."
Gold giggled happily, hugging them tight.
Bad sighed happily. He was going to marry Skeppy and he had Gold for his son. Their son.
George frowned. "Hey, I'm sorry. That was a little too harsh. It's okay honey." He said reassuringly, placing his hand over one of Dream's. -
(thats a good idea!)
Sapnap nodded. “Yeah.”
“It’s okay,” Dream smiled nervously. -
(yeah. i just don't know what yet. maybe doodling?)
Quackity giggled. "Can we go now?" He asked happily.
Karl smiled. "We sure can."
George didn't believe that. "Are you sure?" He asked softly. -
(oo, maybe!)
“Yeah,” Sapnap smiled, sitting up again and stretching.
“Mhm,” Dream smiled a little more. -
(doodling seems like a good idea. i need to doodle more. i take my art too seriously. i need to playfully doodle sometimes.)
Karl sat up and stretched, sighing. "Where can we go for you to practice, duckling?" He asked softly.
"Well we could go outside, or we could stay inside and try it." Quackity said softly, glancing back at his wings as he sat up.
George nodded and went back to braiding the flower crown, twisting flower stems between his fingers deftly. He cursed quietly as he pricked himself with yet another thorn. -
(yeah, that could be fun!)
“Maybe over some grass, so if you fall, it’s not as bad?” Sapnap suggested.
“George give me those,” Dream said, bringing his small dagger out. -
(it could be. or using my creativity and writing more headcannons, because when i get stressed, sometimes i think of our rp.)
"Grass is scarce here in Las Nevadas. But sand isn't that bad to land on." Quackity said softly. "But it's a pain to get out of my feathers."
Karl laughed. "Then we can just wash them after." He said softly.
George glanced at Dream and gently handed him the rest of the roses, trying to work the one he had in the flower crown out. -
(me too!)
“I’d rather help you get sand out of your feathers than get hurt again,” Sapnap said.
Dream took his dagger, slicing off each of the thorns. -
(plus, i can either give us fluffy headcannons, which for some reason come to mind when i'm panicking, or angst, which is just my normal state of mine.)
Quackity nodded. "Yeah, we can do that. Let's go then!" He cried, hopping off the bed and grabbing his fiancés' hands.
Karl laughed. "Eager! So eager!" He cried happily.
George pulled the rose out of the flower crown, but in doing so he had messed it up, so he had to start again, this time using the roses that Dream had already cut the thorns off of. -
(thats kinda cool :))
Sapnap giggled, following Quackity.
Dream finished cutting all the thorns off, then silently watching George. -
(it is. i also like to do a little imagining how certain headcannons would play out.)
Quackity was happy and he kept himself on the tips of his feet, bouncing happily up and down. He led his husbands outside and hummed softly. "Over there?" He asked, pointing towards a small empty space, maybe around 15 feet wide, completely covered in sand.
Karl nodded. "It looks good."
George swiftly fixed the flower crown and added the roses, finishing it quickly. He stood up again and with out speaking he set it on Dream's head.
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