One Quirk Later #12

“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early; he arrives precisely when he means to.”

...actually, that implies that I meant to be writing this on a Tuesday morning when I specifically set rules for myself that prompts would go up on the first Saturday of the month. And I did not mean for this to happen. 

Life's just... life, you know? Nothing huge happening, but the everyday does drag your energy down a bit sometimes. 

Also, I may have forgotten I had to put this post up.

One Quirk Later: Prompt #12

sulky kittens and jam jars || Quirk #11

*strolls in two days late with a juice and a lamington* what's up guys!! 

I have to say, I'm pretty happy with how this Quirk fits with my blog, colour-wise. Obviously this did not affect my choice, buuuut I may take this into account in the future. Because I am shallow. xD

Also! How about that angsty text prompt in the middle of the Quirk picture, huh! I'm cackling.

: : :  QUIRK #11  : : :

“I hope,” Thomasino snarled, “that you regret giving us up.”

“Nonsense,” Anna said briskly. “That makes it sound as though I’m giving you away, which you know I undoubtably am not. Now will you get in, or shall I pinch your tail?”

“Cruel. Cruel.” Thomasino slunk head-first into the jar and curled around, hissing lowly like a balloon wilting.

Anna flicked the last of the kitten’s tail in after him and screwed the lid on firmly. He dissolved into a thick fog and continued circling, sulky, inside the glass. Careful not to shake the jar too much, Anna slipped a colourful square of cotton over the lid and tied a string around it with quick movements.

On the label, she wrote in her best hand, For rain. Good for two hours.

The jar joined its companions in the basket sitting on the floor beside her, all containing cats in various states of fog and topped by floral cotton and labels tied on with twine.

She tugged her second-best hat off the back of the door on her way outside, centring it on her head so the lace settled neatly down her back. One ought to be well-presented when delivering one’s own wares.

  • • • • • • •

The cat door ticked open and shut as Thomasino slunk in. “Unloved,” he moaned. “Unloved and cast out!”

One Quirk Later #11 || the Voted Most Likely tag

Don't the months just fly around fast! 

Without further ado (and don't these intros seem to be getting short... may as well get to the good bit, I suppose), may I point you, o discerning guests and those without anything better to do on a fine Monday, towards the March Quirk prompt.

One Quirk Later: Prompt #11

  my Pinterest. if you don't follow me you should! I have some excellently-curated boards! too many boards! please help me!

Quirk #10 || plus! Fairy Tale Choose-Your-Own-Adventure tag!

You know what would have been good? If I'd discovered that The Fairytale Central is doing their fairytale blog tag again before I put up a super short post at the start of February. It would have fit in well with that! 

Instead, I'm going to try to stuff it in this Quirk post! 

...take the story I am offering and do not question my time management.

He hates to admit it. He’s an adult. But when you can beam snide little messages into your brother’s head even after your parents tell you to sit in opposite corners until you can play nicely, feuds tend to go on longer than they should.

Ten years and they still haven’t got over the habit.

“Please, get out of my head.” Davy rolled onto his stomach and clutched the extra pillow against his ears, as if that would somehow help. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“I refuse. How dare you.”