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“I heard it was really good last year, though. People had a totally amazing time. It was just, y’know, coincidence that Ursula planned her big revenge at the night of this particular dance. What can you do.”
“Coincidence? Nah, she definitely planned it this way to get the most of her revenge. This is why we can’t have nice things.”
pandora just sniffed. she’d forced herself to leave her dorm for a bit, get some fresh air, but it wasn’t helping much. “please… please don’t rub it in.”
“I was only kidding... come on, don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay.”
“It only was bad because the villains are still around.”
“News flash princess, villains will always be around. They might not be so obvious about it, but even here in Auradon there’s plenty of not-so-good guys.”
“So, turns out that community dances really aren’t such a brilliant idea? Hate to say I told you so, but I totally called that.”
“Well I mean that is something my grandma would do but not it’s not.” she said with a laugh. “Alright you got yourself a deal but trust me when I say you won’t regret it.” she promised. There wasn’t anything quite like her grandma’s carrot cake and not even the pickiest of eaters could resist it. “If it helps any she won first prize in the state fair with that cake.” she pointed out.
He laughed, picking up the offered cake, he took a bite right out of it. He chewed slowly, the texture was kind of weird, but the taste was all right. “Wow, go grandma,” he congratulated her win in the state fair. “It doesn’t really taste like carrots at all... and the icing’s pretty good. All right, you’ve earned my trust bunny girl.”
“hell yeah, you better have,” she smirked at him before turning her attention back to her phone again, finishing her message and tapping ‘send’. “thank you… i’m just glad that things didn’t get worse, you know, before they could get better. she’s expected to make a full recovery, and that’s good,” she paused, unsure if he even wanted to hear her talk about her problems like that. “i’m just not crazy about leaving her alone like this.”
He smirked back, but didn’t say anything until she finished sending her message, leaning back and looking up at the sky thoughtfully. He looked back at her when she finished explaining about her mom’s condition. “She probably just doesn’t want you to fall behind when she’s going to get better anyway,” he shrugged, he was glad that her mother was getting better, but he was still unsure what he should say.
§.•´¨ — @lonewolf-leo said: “You’re telling ME I’m going to be BALD?”
“Relax, champ, not ALL THE WAY bald,” Eulalia started, reaching out to “reassuringly” pat Leo’s cheek. “It’s no secret that as wolves grow older and they begin to show signs of stress, large tufts of fur fall off of their coat. So, you’re not going to be bald… just with lots of bald spots.”
“I know you think you’re being funny, but that is not funny,” Leo made a face when she patted him on the cheek. “So, what you’re saying is that I need to avoid stress, right? I can do that. Just gotta make my fortune while I’m young, and then coast through my elderly years with a lustrous coast.”
“Well perhaps not, but unlike some people he’s not obsessed with becoming rich.” she countered. The urge to roll her eyes was almost irresistible now. “if it weren't‘t for rules, people wouldn’t have something to help them figure out between right and wrong, everything would be complete chaos.”
“You’re right, but I wouldn’t hold that against him. Nobody’s perfect, y’know.” He teased, only amused by her eye roll. “So the rules represent right and wrong? What about when the rules are wrong, though?” He asked, having fun making her question what she believed. “What if I were actually starving? Or what if it wasn’t me, what if it was a little kid starving, then would it still be wrong to steal food?”
What is this gross stuff falling from the sky? ( Bi )
“Pretty sure it’s usually referred to as ‘rain’, but I could be mistaken.” Leo shrugged, looking up at the source of the moisture and squinting. He stuck his tongue out to catch a few drops of water, and then nodded. “Tastes distinctly rain-like, I can tell you that much.”
“I am not a royal, never exactly seen royalty until I got here. I’ve read all about them. so, uhm, exile.” he took a deep breath. “how are you feeling now that you are here?”
“You read about them? What books are there about royalty? Or was it gossip magazines? Please tell me it was gossip mags, my man!” Leo laughed, amused that they actually learned things about the royals. “Less hungry, mostly.”
The Benefactor (2015) director: Andrew Renzi
“Poverty doesn’t excuse bad behavior, my father is far from rich but he’s never had to steal a day in his life.” she protested. She rolled here eyes at the nickname, “The system isn’t perfect, I never said it was but there are ways of changing things while still following the rules.”
“I’m sure he hasn’t, just like I’m sure he’s always going to be far from rich.” Leo responded. “I don’t care about changing things, I just care about keeping myself fed. Rules come secondary to that goal.” He winked at her when she rolled her eyes. “How come the rules are so important to you, anyway?”
“yeah, there’s some guy in my anthro class who’s had it– who’s brought it class for us to prove it was a thing. it’s apparently big in bayou de orleans, where the guy’s from. along with them… beignets?? ANYWAY,” eulalia harrumphed. she cocked an eyebrow up. “no. i don’t know where the fuck to get them and i haven’t deep-fried a thing in my godforsaken life. i’d like to keep it that way.” she flashed an amused smile. “i mean, iGUESS it makes sense for you. you are unclassy as fuck.”
“Hmm,” Leo listened to her explanation with great interest, as he usually did when food was concerned. “Bayou de Orleans, you say...” he pondered the title, wondering how long it’d take him to hitchhike there and back. “Is killing joy your pastime or something? It makes you happy, seeing me miserable.” He pouted, but he couldn’t help but laugh when she accused him of being ‘unclassy’. “Class is so overrated, you know? I mean, have you seen some of those royal boys? Stuffed shirts with sticks up their pretentious asses, sneering at everyone like they’re beneath them. Nah, I’d rather be unclassy and happy with a belly full of deep fried ice cream, thanks all the same.”
“Well that is sort of what the name implies.” she told him with a smirk. “Never had it before i’m guessing?” she asked, “Just trust me it’s delicious.” she promised.
“Well maybe it’s just a cake shaped like a carrot, I don’t know, I have learned that people in Auradon do many crazy things with their food.” He grinned and raised a brow at her. “All right, I’ll trust you, but if you lead me astray I’ll never trust you again. Sound fair?” He wiggled his eyebrows, although his tone was completely serious.
7.
questions for the mun, regarding the muse.
If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?
//The ability to shapeshift into a wolf would be cool? Nah but seriously, probably just the reckless abandon with which he lives his life, like Leo isn’t afraid of anything and he just does what he wants, goes where he wants, and figures his shit out as he goes along. Granted, I figure I’d probably be dead if I tried to live like that, and I’m not saying it’s his best quality, but like maybe a pinch of that would be good?//
After spending a weekend in Zootopia to visit family, Melissa had returned with a homemade carrot cake. Made specially by her grandmother. She had put aside two pieces for her and Misty back at the dorm and several pieces to deliver to her sister, Chance and Oliver. That had left her with one more piece. “Would you want some carrot cake? It’s homemade!” she offered the other with a smile.
“Are there actually carrots in it?” He titled his head, Leo liked cake but was wary of anything with carrots in it. He was not the world’s biggest fan of vegetables, and why anyone would ruin a good cake with them was beyond him.
