Anastasia K. Leonheart
[The time has come. It was yet another birthday in Genessia. On this day, Anastasia will be 14 years old, and yet she couldn't help but notice that she hasn't been growing. She has been the same height since she arrived. It was certainly weird, but today, she doesn't have much time to contemplate why it was as it was.

Anastasia's birthday is being held on front lawn of her castle in her Sub-archway, her cold and snowy capital city. Half a dozen maids setting up only a few tables, getting them decorated and bringing snacks and drinks from the castle kitchen. She doesn't plan on a large turn out, given how disastrous her last birthday was. So instead of inviting everyone to join the festivities of a separate holiday in her city, she is limiting her invitations to just her friends.

With a list of those she will permit to visit, she gives it to the guards at the castle gates. The list includes:]


Abel Nightroad
Ayame Sasaki
Satsuki Kiryuin
Theodore Satchel
Tony Clark
Koishi Komeiji
Satori Komeiji
Prince Xander
King Saber
Sun Wukong
Blake Belladonna


[She's well aware half of her list won't show up, and she's mature enough to know the reasons why. She won't let herself be saddened by a low turn out. With everything set up, snow begins to fall like confetti on Anastasia's birthday, but it's just a ordinary day for as she moves around the yard, trying to pass the time waiting for any guests to show up.]
 
 
Spectra Vondergeist
03 March 2017 @ 07:22 am
[The moment Spectra floated into Everglade, she could feel the tension in the air. The tension between man and mon(ster) was so thick, she could cut it with a knife. If she had one. She ventured deeper into the city proper, phasing through buildings, walls and anything else solid to avoid detection by the residents.

Fear, hatred, it all reigns supreme here and it makes Spectra wish she was back at Monster High where a vampire could date a werewolf if they wanted to. But she was stuck here. She had to exist with the knowledge that people had to suffer at the hands of the natural, supernatural and perhaps even the bureaucracy. She knew it wasn't her place to try to change things, so she will carry out what she came to Everglade to do.

From the back alleys, to the front yards. From school yards to hospital rooms. From magic shops to even the Guardian's office, Spectra phased in and out of everywhere she went in quick timing, snapping photos on her phone and getting candid statements from the people talking, unaware of her eavesdropping. This would make for a big, juicy piece on her Ghostly Gossip blog.

After a good few hours of snooping in other peoples' business, Spectra floats around a deserted road to review the photos she took on her phone, saving the ones she liked and deleting the ones that turned out bad.

However, she didn't expect someone to suddenly turn the corner and come down the road she is momentarily haunting.]
 
 
Alice Nakiri
03 March 2017 @ 08:50 pm
[ The video starts on a single glass:



It's set on a counter next to a sink. ]


Caramelized bacon with crystallized egg yolk, to end on a dessert note of anti-griddle-frosted mango sabayon. It's good but..

[ It's not good enough. She sounds disappointed in herself. Her hand comes and slowly pushes the glass of breakfast into the sink, where it goes to waste. She goes slow enough that it almost looks like a tragedy when the perfectly crisp bacon hits the sink and breaks in its fragility, the mango sabayon tripping down the sink slowly like the spilled blood of breakfasts in some kind of breakfast war. ]

Everyone's worlds have so much more to offer in advancing my cooking and I haven't taken enough advantage. Tell me about your world's cuisine, please! In particular, breakfast. We'll worry about the other meals later, one step at a time.
 
 
Tannusen
03 March 2017 @ 10:08 pm
[Are you ready for a sequel? This isn't a double-post, Tannusen's copying his last text post's formatting on purpose.]

how

does one stop their boyfriend

from standing in the kitchen

in the dark

at 3 am

eating fucking raw potatoes like they're apples