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lifeaftr2018-04-20 05:42 am
yourattention) wrote in lifeaftr2018-04-20 05:42 am
Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- original: mira delacroix,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ my hero academia: shouto todoroki,
- ✖ next to normal: gabe goodman,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ one piece: monkey d. luffy,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: magnus burnsides,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
take a one way ticket to the bacchanal
Who: Connor and the Jormun and y'all.
What: It's a weed party.
When: Weed Day
Where: The Monkey Compound.
Warnings: I mean. Drugs. There's drugs in this post and a disappointing lack of Alan Cumming dressed as a goat.
Connor kind of only means to invite the Jormun over because it's 4/20. He can't, like, not do anything for 4/20? Then it kind of occurs to him that after the utter disaster of the last island and the, uh. Questionable? Findings? On the new island, people might actually want to have a party.
So he scribbles a invitation somewhere on the rock:
Party on 4/20
Monkey Compound
Be there or be square
The party itself is kind of - there's a fire? And something is roasting over it? There's a couple tables, none of which are remotely the same shape or size because they're all that kind of wooden table. You know, the kind that rich people get to look rustic. There's also some chairs and benches, but let's be real: this was a party put together by a dumpster fire of a human being. Aside from the baskets on the center of each table that contains some fruit and a bunch of assorted bowls made out of coconuts - some of which contain suspiciously blue milk - there's not a whole lot of decoration. It basically looks like the kind of party that might show up if you searched "sad birthday parties" on a stock website.
He tried, okay? There was a serious attempt, given that realistically Connor actually was just gonna hang out with the Jormun and get high until he decided that other people might actually. Want to hang out or whatever?
Besides, we all know you're here for weed jokes anyway so it doesn't really matter what the actual party is like. Pretend like this is playing in the background or something.
What: It's a weed party.
When: Weed Day
Where: The Monkey Compound.
Warnings: I mean. Drugs. There's drugs in this post and a disappointing lack of Alan Cumming dressed as a goat.
Connor kind of only means to invite the Jormun over because it's 4/20. He can't, like, not do anything for 4/20? Then it kind of occurs to him that after the utter disaster of the last island and the, uh. Questionable? Findings? On the new island, people might actually want to have a party.
So he scribbles a invitation somewhere on the rock:
Monkey Compound
Be there or be square
The party itself is kind of - there's a fire? And something is roasting over it? There's a couple tables, none of which are remotely the same shape or size because they're all that kind of wooden table. You know, the kind that rich people get to look rustic. There's also some chairs and benches, but let's be real: this was a party put together by a dumpster fire of a human being. Aside from the baskets on the center of each table that contains some fruit and a bunch of assorted bowls made out of coconuts - some of which contain suspiciously blue milk - there's not a whole lot of decoration. It basically looks like the kind of party that might show up if you searched "sad birthday parties" on a stock website.
He tried, okay? There was a serious attempt, given that realistically Connor actually was just gonna hang out with the Jormun and get high until he decided that other people might actually. Want to hang out or whatever?
Besides, we all know you're here for weed jokes anyway so it doesn't really matter what the actual party is like. Pretend like this is playing in the background or something.
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[All right, so Ignis has to admit that wasn't what he was expecting to hear, yet he's also not surprised to find Ardyn did such a thing. Ignis would never have asked the Storyteller for help in this matter, but why would Ardyn assume that with as much reason as he has not to trust? In fact, Ignis finds himself feeling relieved that the Storyteller will only act if Ardyn agrees to it. As much as he wants the redhead to find and accept the good in himself again, he doesn't wish it forced upon him. That's been done too much already.]
You know I have more reason than most to hate divine power, but after talking to the Storyteller before we went to fight at the Water, I can't help but feel they are different. Innocent in a way that the Astrals never were. There is part of me that wants to believe in their good intentions, while another still screams that we must be cautious.
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That's all right. I'm fairly certain we've already determined that I'm the foolish one in this relationship.
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[Ignis' smile shifts a little bit closer to a smirk.]
Would you rather I call it a 'friendship' instead?
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[See. He listens. Sometimes.]
I suppose whatever this is will just have to remain undescribed. All well, a little mystery keeps things interesting.