flowers = murder attempt. obviously. (because murder.) | Quirk #8

It's the last Saturday of August and in a shocking turn of events I have a Quirk ready for you to read.  

("But how is that shocking," you say, in your innocence. "You said you would put your Quirk up today?" Ahhhh I remember the naivety of youth, back when things were simple and life was sweet and I had not made a habit of vanishing for full half-years at a time and also I actually READ books instead of bringing them home and then avoiding their accusing gazes until the library demands their return.)

Annnnnyway. A Quirk.

 

“Oooh. Flowers.” Casper leaned in close over Tara’s shoulder, letting the smirk into his voice.

He would have liked to blame her slight jump on his increased sneakiness, seeing how she’d claimed that she, as his guard, was the only reason any of his definitely-not-foolish-what-do-you-mean-Tara-there’s-no-way-this-can-go-wrong-and-anyway-I’m-the-king plans had ever succeeded, and seeing how she had furthermore claimed he’d never have any sneakiness ever, and seeing how his whole self-imposed training thing was admittedly an uncoordinated attempt to prove her wrong. But if he was entirely honest the jump was probably more to do with her attention being transfixed by the giant bouquet of flowers on the table in front of her.

…Of course, he tried to never be entirely honest, what an uncomfortable and chaos-free way that would be to live. So he could probably give at least half a point to the sneakiness training. He deserved that. Especially since, far from giving him a point if she knew about the training, she would no doubt laugh in his face.

a note

This is just a very brief post to let you know: 

You should definitely go and check out Jenelle Schmidt's blog! Preferably in the next uhhh immediately. The next immediately. Do that. 

 

(Some of you know what's happening! Some of you have been keeping an eye on the calendar! Some of you are more like me and life sneaks up on you sometimes and you turn around and it's nearly September which is basically pre-Christmas already and wow 2022 huh I didn't get anything done at all but hey it was nice knowing you, life.)

((Don't mind me. I'm just sitting at my laptop, still sweaty from basketball, and wearing a bright yellow Madeline hat because it's Book Week in Australia and I need to dress up for work but I had to mAKE the costume, rude.))

(((Everything is fine.)))

Buuut anyway yes go and read Jenelle's blog. *hyperventilates*

One Quirk Later #8 || The Jolly Genre Jubilee Tag

 

Good moooorning! 

Or as I always hear it in my head: 

So I'm here with a quirk, as I said I would be? And you're here reading it, as you said I hoped you would be? So we're all men of our word, really, except for Elizabeth, who is, in fact, a woman.

In conclusion: 

to celebrate the weekend,

a Quirk. *waves arms vaguely*

 

One Quirk Later: Prompt #8

  Oh look, it's a link to my Pinterest. Enable your procrastination and my own by following the link and me. 

 

So first of all, we have a reference to murder! this is definitely not a theme with the quirks! nothing to see here, folks! 

( I feel like there might be a change in tone with this Quirk, though? It does seem a little different to previous ones. Although that... might just be the presence of actual colour.....)

Secondly, I have no idea what I'm doing with this Quirk. Which is... kind of the point, really. I try to build the story around the pictures, not the pictures around the story in my head. It means I'm scratching around thinking of ideas just like you!

...Because, of course, you will be joining in. *nod nod*