#shining-stxrs

[mcltiples]

"I suppose it sucks to be you." Oh, he's in a very good mood suddenly.

[evilmcg]

Apparently she missed a lot last night. She was getting her beauty sleep. "So wait there's a third president morty now?" You wouldn't catch her dead calling any of them emorty. The title of evil morty was very insulting in her eyes.

[crowncursed]

"Cool your buns, Lady, Gunther is right here."

The Ice King motions to one of their penguin sons, who has been sitting on his lap for Golb knows how long. She seems genuinely distressed, though, so he stands up and brings Gunther over there to show her how not kidnapped he is.

"See? He's fine!"

@shining-stxrs from x

[canon-fcdder]

"Oh yeah me and pomni are great pals! Isn't she great?" gummigoo @ jax - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @shining-stxrs 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Yeah, yeah... She's great. ❞ Jax says, only half-listening to the newest ❛ member ❜ of the circus. Frankly, it’s about time something GOOD happened around here. As much as Caine may try to keep their spirits up and their minds sane ( ironic a sentiment as that may be from the Ringmaster ) with his frivolous quests and meaningless creations, there’s something unsatisfying about the constant change. Games played and then abandoned so others can be played in their place… A never-ending cycle of distraction.

Can Jax really be blamed for wanting something more concrete to cling to?

Lucky as it may be that Gummigoo made a reappearance— and they managed to convince Caine not to blast him into confetti for a second time —Jax honestly isn't FULLY expecting it to last. Oblivious as Caine may be, fate doesn't exactly enjoy being kind to the Circus inhabitants. But until life's cruelty overpowers Caine's incompetence, Jax may as well try to enjoy this while he can. But first, he has to sweeten up the gummy gator. A small obstacle to overcome, he's sure.

❝ Y'know, she had a lot to say about you... Apparently you're a real upstanding guy. ❞ Leaning a bit closer, chin playfully ❛ propped ❜ up on his hands, he quirks a brow and coos, ❝ Is that why you have such a rippling gummy-physique? Need big enough pecs to fit your oversized candy-coated heart?~ ❞ A little semi-objectifying flattery may go a long way... At the very least, it should send the message he's INTERESTED. Whether Gummigoo returns the sentiment or not, Jax figures it's a seed worth planting in the others mind. 「 ☆ 」

[monmuses]

@shining-stxrs continued from here

     "Not really, but I'm wonderin' when you'd go. First time we went out there, it was dark and scary. We had each other, but I don't like when you're wanting to go back out there," he spoke, gesturing to the large window above Marcella's desk. "What if I'm not there with you?"

     Andy always had his protective streak going for him, and it was always for his sister, but he worried from time to time. Even when she was tough enough to handle herself sometimes without him, the thought of not seeing her for longer than a day bugged him. Though... as insistent as he'd be, she wasn't entirely helpless, being as cute as she was.

     "It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, but I just hope you're not out there when there's no sun or anythin' to guide you back home," he grumbled to himself. "Just... if you do, lemme go with you, 'kay?"

[rainbowxfmuses]

“You can have my crackers.” shining-stxrs (Arnold for helga on their first day of preschool)

Helga froze. Why was this boy being so nice to her, when everyone else was being so mean? Still, she slowly accepted the crackers, grateful to have a snack.

"W-weally? Thanks..."

@shining-stxrs

[bloodiedcapes]

“You can’t keep him martha.” shining-stxrs (Thomas batman)

"You have some nerve." Martha raises her hammer, a reoccurring scene between them nowadays as her eyes narrow and voice hisses out her words. "You pathetic old man. First you fail with Jr., then Bruce. I won't let you keep ruining my family. You can't take him from me! He chose to stay!"

[burning-fcols]

✩ 「 @shining-stxrs​ 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Breath catches with a start at the unexpected voice, Addison squeaking with surprise as he instinctively tries to scramble away. Back presses harder against the wall, tail fluffed in a learned fear— not through any fault of the Incubus —as it takes a moment for Addi to realize who is in front of him. Blurred vision clearing as he wipes at his eyes, imagined threats ( nightmares that have yet to stop haunting him no matter how many years pass ) fade into a well-known sight. Chest pattering with quick breaths, Addison shakily sucks in a calming one, slowly but surely composing himself. Were it anyone else, this show of abrupt paranoia would have further frazzled the fennec. But, bittersweet as it may be, Tom is one of the few people who know about Addi’s… jumpiness.

He’s one of the few who used to be able to help with it.

Grateful that Tom is keeping his distance— a show of familiarity that makes Addison’s chest strangely tight —he exhales a long, exhausted breath. Bringing his knees back to his chest, arms languidly rest atop of them. Fur settles on his tail, fluffed hair following suit. Big, sorrowful eyes look up at Tom, the fennec too tired to try and hide his pained expression. There’s no point to it… Tom already knows what an idiot he was.

❝ O-Oh… Um. Thanks Tom. ❞ Addison awkwardly replies, voice weak from crying. Clearly unsure what to do or say— why is Tom being so nice to him? He would assume the Incubus would be ecstatic things went so horribly —he brushes a wet strand of hair out of his face, ❝ That was… really nice of you. ❞ As nice as beating the shit out of someone could be. But in this situation, soaked and shivering and sitting on the floor, Addison can’t say he disapproves of it. Fresh tears brimming, tail curls tighter around himself. Expression crumpling, he sniffs and rests his flushed cheek on his arms, looking away from Tom. Sitting hunched on the ground, the already small male looks as if he’s trying to take up as little space as possible.

❝ … I’m such an idiot. ❞ Addison breathes, words full of self-inflicted venom. Barely hinting the air, they still seem to fill the empty hallway, ❝ I just... wanted him to like me. ❞ He should have known better than to try. Than to believe that— Chuckling weakly, Addi brushes his bangs out of his face, ❝ I sure have great taste in guys huh? ❞ Realizing WHO he's talking to as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Addison winces before looking at Tom with a surprisingly apologetic grimace. ❝ Sorry. Uh— No offense. ❞ Not that Addison can say he's wrong. 「 ☆ 」

[painterscatharsis]

"Do you mind if I sit here with you?" shining-stxrs (joan)

He was lost in his own thoughts for a few minutes, no one ever really noticed him unless it was to poke fun of him; with a few exceptions such as Caesar. Once he realized he was being spoken to he glanced over to Joan , a bit surprised she has wanted to sit with him but the company was much welcome, he felt lonely most days anyway.

“ I don’t mind at all, usually people only want to sit by me if they have to. “

He responded, an awkward chuckle following after .

[itr0ars]

@shining-stxrs — flower, sender gives receiver a flower. ( accepting. )

cady’s breath catches in her throat for several reasons, none of which she could possibly illustrate without developing stage ten carpal tunnel syndrome and sprawling across the school hallway in such an acrobatic pose that coach carr would have the graduating class practice cpr on her. she’s hesitant to accept the flower, hand wrapping around the stem with the minimum required surface area to not drop the gift. she’s familiar with the flora of the savannah in terms of scientific names and pollination seasons and how often they’re peddled as miracle cures for congenital herpes simplex, but symbolism escapes her. her brow is furrowed as she’s more focused on figuring out whether or not regina’s given her a colourful dose of cyanide than being, you know, grateful. “ do you … want me to give this to aaron? my parents don’t trust me with heelys, i doubt they’ll let me take a joyride to a boy’s house, “ she whispers. the heely, after all, is a sacred american garment, and her lack of participation evokes memories of waking to cult recruitment commercials at three in the morning or incurring the catty wrath of the concerningly young-looking employees at claire's.  “ or am i supposed to give this to rachel? seems kind of excessive to give her an asthma attack for whatever she did. “

[mcltiples]

Seething.

[scruffycatra]

“Miss me kitten?” shining-stxrs (double trouble)

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ —‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎‎‏‏‎[ ‏‏‎ ‎𝙵𝙾𝚁 : ‏‏‎ ‎@shining-stxrs ‏‏‎ ‎]

A familiar voice reaches Catra's ears, ‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎immediately raising hairs along her whole body. ‏‏‎ ‎Turning to spot the figure cloaked in shadow, ‏‏‎ ‎their eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, ‏‏‎ ‎Catra's pupils narrowed into slits. ‏‏‎ ‎Waves of anger pulsed through her.‏‏

❝ ‏‏‎ ‎Miss you. . . !? ‏‏‎ ‎❞ ‏‏‎ ‎Catra snarled, ‏‏‎ ‎bared fangs glistening a pearly white.

❝ ‏‏‎ ‎You betrayed me and abandoned me for the Princesses. ‏‏‎ ‎Why would I ever miss someone like you ? ‏‏‎ ‎You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand,‏‏‎ ‎ Double Trouble. ‎ ‎❞ ‏‏‎ ‎Pangs of agitation and regret sting her throat. ‏‏‎ ‎Clawed fingers scrape down the closest standing locker, ‏‏‎ ‎gouging deep scratch marks into its' cold metal surface. ‏‏‎ ‎

❝ ‏‏‎ ‎What are you doing back here ? ‏‏‎‏‎ ‎Don't you only play for the ' winning side ' . . . ? ‏‏‎ ‎❞

[crowncursed]

“I do.” shining-stxrs (magic Betty for ice king. For their wedding ceremony)

Unprompted asks // always accepting (It got really long so I'm putting it under a read more!)

"I'm going to get marr-ied, I'm going to get marr-ied! Hahahahaha!" Donning a sharp blue tux, he dances around in front of a mirror and a stool, perched on which is his best man, Gunther. The penguin is attempting to stuff the entirety of his beard into the front of the tuxedo, but gets increasingly irritated when the groom won't stand still, so he gives up prematurely and leaves.

The Ice King doesn't seem to care, as he pats his cheeks in excitement. The day came so fast! It felt like just last week she came into his life and changed it forever, and now he gets to see her in a wedding dress, and smooch her in front of his closest friends, and then forever and ever after that!

Too caught up in the thought of marriage, he barely hears the next penguin to come into the room. Somebody is running late, and another somebody is going to get their buns smacked if that first somebody doesn't get moving. Avoiding flailing limbs, Gunther hops up onto the stool as smacks the Ice King across the face.

"How dare you hit me on the day of my wedding--"

The penguin motions towards the clock on the wall. Two minutes until noon.

Oh, his bride must be waiting downstairs for him right now.

One last look in the mirror; tuxedo, check. Corsage of winter flowers pinned to the front, check. Hair combed neatly to one side to cover his balding head, check. Breath, not stinky. Feet, shoe-less.

This was really it.

"Okay, Gunther, I'm ready." He stares down at the little penguin, who is wearing a cute little matching blue bow tie, "are you ready? Mommy and daddy are getting married, I won't have as much time for you anymore."

The penguin rolls his eyes and leaves the room, prompting the Ice King to follow him.

The largest room in the castle had been decorated for this occasion. Statues erected out of ice of the bride and groom were a lovely centerpiece, especially when they caught the mid-day light coming through from the outside. The Ice King has his hands over his eyes, giddy at the thought of seeing her enter the room.

Finally, she come through the door, and he peaks through a gap in his fingers and gasps audibly at the sight.

"Pinch me, Gunther," he whispers to the penguin on his right, who is doing his very best not to drop the rings, "pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming!"

She stands next to him on the alter. He stares at her for a long moment before saying anything.

"Wow, you're... you're beautiful."

One of the penguins in the audience coughs. Oh, right, the vows. He may be a forgetful old jerk but he didn't forget this! They're here somewhere... he checks the pockets of his suit, his butt pockets, and then remembers it's tucked away in a secret third place.

"Dear Magic Lady. I don't know what it is about you, but you make me feel all weird inside, like we already knew each other. You're like the missing puzzle piece for my heart. I thought marrying a hundred ladies would make me feel happy, but none of them ever compared to you. And... here, I drew a picture of the two of us, see?" At the very bottom of the paper is a pencil sketch. They're holding hands and smiling broadly.

"Anyway," he tosses the paper to the side and takes her hands instead, "you're really something special. I'll spend our whole dang life proving that to you if I have to!"

He sniffles, and tears start rolling down his face. "Dang it, I told myself I wasn't going to cry but here comes the waterworks..."

She says I do, and replies, tearfully, "do I ever!"

And they kiss for the first time as man and wife.

[canon-fcdder]

"So how was that? Did I do a good job?" gummigoo @ jax (him wanting to be called a good boy during and after fucking is canon to me XD) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @shining-stxrs 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Did he do a good job?

Considering Jax is fighting to catch his breath after orgasming so hard he’s pretty sure he GLITCHED for a second ( he had... and it hurt but was also so worth it ) , he’d say Gummigoo did a damn great job. Especially for it being the others first foray into anything sexual. Jax's too, if he's being honest. But he still guided the gater through it like a champ. It was a long, frustrating, grueling road to get the oblivious man to understand his interest. Finally ending with a blatant outburst... followed by an awkward explanation when Jax realized he was going to have to lay out a foundation of information for even a CHANCE at escape.

Maybe not the escape he used to crave and had long given-up on finding... But still, even a moment of forgetting– genuinely, blissfully, FORGETTING ( in a way that only overstimulation of the highest degree could achieve ) —was too perfect to pass up. Besides, it's like he had mentioned to Pomni. The gator IS oddly-attractive. Especially considering the usual freaks Caine comes up with.

Smugly grinning at snagging a literal piece of eye-candy for a fuck-buddy, he shakily sits upright on his bed. Entire body feels sore ( an odd experience, ❛ pain ❜ of this sort not usually felt in the Circus ) , Jax unsure if he fucked with his code by getting his stuffing throttled by hard candy in some less-than-family-friendly playtime. If the game didn't want him to take advantage of it, the sensation of touch shouldn't be so REALISTIC. Stretching with a hiss through his teeth, he figures it doesn't matter either way. Caine can fix him up if the pain persists or he starts glitching outside of sex. With how buggy this place is, the Ringmaster probably wouldn't even bat an eye at dealing with another unforeseen issue.

Besides, Jax doesn't mind this taste of aching... It makes him feel— human.

❝ Oh, you did a good job alright... ❞ Jax snickers as he looks down between his legs, taking in the sight of Gummigoo's... gummy goo ( as the bunny has decided to internally call it ) still dripping from underneath his cottontail. Pixelated in a clear attempt at censorship, but he lets his mind and the feeling of it fill in the blanks. Glancing over at his partner, face is flushed a cartoonish pink against purple fur, gaze still glazed over with afterglow, ❝ Can't remember the last time I felt that great... Heh, in fact— I don't think I've ever felt anything close. ❞

❝ You SURE this was your first time ₣*₵₭ł₦₲? Because you're a real natural at it, Gummi... ❞ Hand raises to lightly boop the end of the gator's snoot with a finger, Jax fluttering his lashes as he teasingly purrs, ❝ Such a Good Boy for your baby bunny~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[jerseytyped]

“Would you consider your hair a crown?” @shining-stxrs​ (ella)

“huh ??” anne maria asks, her hair a crown ??  she’s not sure if that’s supposed to be some kind of insult -- is her hair not big enough ?? “what do y’mean?”

[rainbowxfmuses]

"Hey helga you look nice today." shining-stxrs (arnold)

Wait. Was the football head talking to her? Did..di she hear that right? She looked over at the boy, and blinked, almost at a loss for words. Was..he joking? Did he want something from her? She had always dreamed of an interaction like this, but, could it be too good to be true?

"Wha-What do you want, football head?" She asked, hiding her blush and silently scolding herself for reacting negatively in response to his compliment, something she always wished he would say to her.

@shining-stxrs