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{ don’t have much time for replies today, but at least I cranked out one! better than nothing I suppose pfff Hopefully tomorrow I can sit down and do the rest. For now I’ll reblog the starter post in case any of you would like one. See you tomorrow lovelies! <3 }

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dreamsofalife‌:

“I dunno whose luck we borrowed tonight, but I’m sure they’ll be needing it back when we’re done with it.”

It was her turn to be surprised now. Rather than joking or saying something silly like before, Shy gave a quizzical look, head tilted like a confused dog. “Really? I’m sorry that happened…I guess I’m lucky for it, but I don’t understand why. You seem like a really sweet person.”

Cheyanne took a good, long look at their surroundings; it was busy, crowded, dimly-lit, and far too formal. My God, what were they even doing here? What she was about to suggest may have been a real social no-no, but it certainly beat doing this all night. “Hey, look…it’s obvious that neither of us is really comfortable being here, so do you want to just ditch this place, and go get an ice cream cone or something?”

As soon as her words reached his ears, a deep blush bloomed across his features, eyes wide in surprise. It was a bit of a shock, to hear someone say that they appreciated his company, even more so that they thought he was sweet.

He smiled timidly at her. “I...uh...thank you. I...um...think you’re very sweet too.” He mumbled, blurting out the words quickly before he had a chance to stop himself. Arthur was not used to these kind of interactions, especially with a girl, not to mention a girl who seemed not to want to run away as soon as he opened his mouth.

He nodded enthusiastically at her question. Not only because it was a good chance to change the subject (and not having to deal with the butterflies that had started a gentle flutter in his stomach), but because he was feeling as awkward as she was in this evironment.

After a quick look behind him, Arthur leaned in to whisper, “I think our waiter’s distracted. Let’s go!”

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{ I’m alive! And I’ve returned! Life got real hectic for me, but things are a lot better for me now! I have a full time job now, so I no longer have to worry about rent and food money, which is a HUGE relief for me. Anyway, I have a few replies in my drafts that I owe people and would love to know if you’re all still interested in rping with me ; w ;. I’ll tag those lovely peeps under the read more so I don’t clog your dashes with my nonsense~~~ If we have a thread that you’d like to continue and I didn’t tag you, then I’ve probably lost the reply during the hiatus but please let me know! Anyway, I’m back and I’ve missed you all so much! Hello again! <3<3<3 }

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@dreamsofalife

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@tatorumaunten

If you’d like to drop the thread that’s perfectly fine, I’ll still love you anyway <3

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dreamsofalife:

“Honestly, I have no clue either. With my luck, it’s probably something either on fire or still alive.” She responded with a bubbly giggle, anxiety once again subsiding now that it was just the two of them. It was strange; normally when she was around people she didn’t know, Shy could hardly speak. Even with the waiter, she stuttered and fumbled, barely talking above a whisper, and yet here, with him, it was as if she were hanging out with an old friend. Something about Arthur just clicked.

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m not really used to it either.” Looking away with an embarrassed grin, she added in, “I hope you won’t think I’m weird or something, but other than one middle school dance, this is the first date I’ve ever been on.”

“If your luck combines with my luck, then we should have been running out the door five minutes ago.” He jested, glad that Shy had returned to her happy, friendly demeanour. Arthur liked it more when she was smiling and joking around with him, instead of quietly shrinking into herself. 

He had to admit that he was surprised about the fact she had decided to share with him. He had become so used to other girls having tremendous dating experience, that he had automatically assumed the same of her.

“I... have to confess that I’ve been on a few. Three, to be exact.” He said, opting to be truthful and honest with her. It wasn’t in his nature to lie, anyway. “None of them turned out well, something about me seemed to scare my dates away.” He gave an awkward chuckle and began fiddling with his napkin again.

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literaturekingofadventure:

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“Has the world changed so much since nineteen ten? “He muttered to himself while he was in Washington he visited the museum only to find all the old directors had their own pictures up, but no one remembered the Linguist, the historian and no one gave him any thoughts after he was listed as missing during an expedition. It stung greatly to be told that you were so unimportant to the world that all your great accomplishments were futile.

Even if it wasn’t the Christmas season, not entirely yet, Milo felt like it was the worst gift he’d ever gotten, nothing. The thoughts that  no one  remembered him even after all these years. He couldn’t help but try his best to not cry, especially because the lady at the front desk treated him like a complete stranger. It hurt more to know the information about his grandfather had been not only archived but they were just going to sell it off along with all his things which were already long gone by now. He never even noticed  if someone else was there in the park while he was having his own personal moment of unhappiness.

Arthur adored being Santa, there was no doubt about that. He got to make so many children happy, and make sure they were all having the best christmas they could have. However, he couldn’t help but miss his old job back in mailing. It was silly, really, when you compared the two jobs, but there was something about that connection when opening those letters that he missed dearly. Not to mention that he was becoming a little overwhelmed with all the new responsabilities that came with being the new Santa.

With Christmas Eve only a few weeks away, things were insane back home with all the preparations. Arthur had desperately needed a break, just some time for himself, and had been ever so grateful when Steve had offered to drop him off in Washington so he could spend the day there.

Of course, Arthur had never been here, especially during the daytime. He wandered around, fascinated by his surroundings and not paying any attention whatsoever to where he was going. Inevitably, he walked straight into someone.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry! Are you alright?!” He asked in a panicked tone as he got back on his feet.

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So, I'm genuinely curious; if Santa is real, does that mean Krampus is real too? And have you ever met him?

"It’s... a complicated matter. He does his own thing, and we do ours. We try to stay clear and not to step on each other’s toes. Keeps things more simple.”

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❝Well aren’t ye very nice but any longer I would have stayed out tere I would have been as frozen as an ice burg! ❞ He chuckled heavily before he turned and looked up at the other arching a brow some. ❝You are a very serious one aren’t ye interestin…. the other one is a lot more friendlier then ya… ❞ Silver went ahead and rubbed his chin some but sat back down in the comfortable chair as he grabbed the blanket only to wrap himself in it. 

❝Ye dont get a lot of visitors do ya? ❞ In fact he wasn’t sure himself what this place was or rather how in fact he got here he only remembered stealing something that was said to be quite legendary and then ending up here. It made him wonder if he transported himself to another section of the universe. 

Or better yet a different dimension maybe but at the moment all Silver wanted to do was have a good meal and rest. 

Friendly was definitely the right word to describe Arthur, even if Steve thought he was a little too friendly. It led to this kind of situations, and Arthur would always be nowhere to be found and Steve would have to take responsability. Again.

He sighed. “Believe me, with a brother like Arthur you have to be serious. You have no idea the things he gets up to daily.” He loved his brother, he really did, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t get on his nerves.

“Not really.” He continued, answering the strangers question. “This place is supposed to be a secret, but there’s really not much we can do about that now.” Another sigh. “Just please try to be discreet about your presence here. I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.”

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sadsport:

     ❝ What  ——  you  don’t  AGREE?   Are  you  like  a  CHILD  who  believes  in  Santa  Claus? ❞

“I am not a child who believes in him, I am his child! I can assure you that he is very real.”

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dreamsofalife:

Saved by the bell. Or, in this case, the waiter. Shy was sure that if she told him what she really did, he’d think she was creepy; after all, even if she just cleaned the place, nobody wanted to hang out with someone who spent all day at a funeral home. It was part of the reason she didn’t have many friends.

“U-uh…” In similar fashion, she had no idea what she wanted, either. Her voice came out as barely above a whisper when she said, “The, the same thing as him, please…if that’s okay, of course!”

The waiter jotted something down again and left with a stern nod, which Arthur was glad for. Something about the extremely professional demenour he’d had made him nervous.

Looking back at Shy, he was completely unable to fight back the grin that spread across his features. “I don’t even know what the special is!” He confessed with a laugh. On his other dates, he never would have admitted that, but with Shy it was different. It felt like he could be himself and she wouldn’t judge him. It was... nice. He was very much enjoying her company.

“Sorry, I don’t normally go out to eat to places like this, it’s all a little more... formal than what I’m used to.”

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tatorumaunten:

{~🔬      “You’ve never had…pizza? How have you not? I lived sheltered in a sewer for 15 years before being able to come out and try it…unless…you were sheltered too?”      🔬~}

Arthur wasn’t sure whether to label his life in the North Pole as sheltered or isolated, but that wasn’t what he wanted to focus on at the moment.

“I live... quite far away from everything. I’m only doing a little discovering now, and there are so many things I didn’t even know about! Do you think I could try this... pizza thing?”

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You were right, Arthur! It doesn’t matter how Santa’s gift gets there! It doesn’t matter if it is Mr Postman in his Spaceship! Just as long as it gets there!

Arthur Christmas (2011) dir. Sarah Smith

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