Wrong Number is Gay

singinghands:

syx-blue:

[TEXT: Im not lying about the glitter, I can prove it ]

[TEXT: I’ve never had a snake he looks awesome ]

[Text] Go ahead then

[Text] When he’s in the mood to be

Bell snapped a picture of her nails as she lay on the couch. Her nearly black nail polish in contrast to her blue skin. Layered in the gloss of the polish was glittering blue sparkles that had taken ages to get just right. It was always a shame to hide them in gloves but she also never wanted to ruin them after getting them just right.

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[ TEXT: are snakes moody? ]

Lil Princess

|| @thefighterwoman || princess belle w/ Fi

Her dad had pulled her long hair up into two large curly buns that sat high on her head. The style she really wanted involved hours and hours sitting still in a chair while a hairdresser did elaborate braids but Belle just hadn’t had the patience and James wasn’t going to set up an appointment again unless Belle was actually going to sit still for the whole thing. So they’d just gone with buns. The dress was hand made, sewn from scratch in with the fabric the young girl had fallen in love with in the store. Belle had sewn much of it herself, with her friend Min’s help. Standing in her room she had felt like the most beautiful princess that had ever been. Like she could walk right into the screen of a Disney movie and fit right in.

When James had dropped her off at the party her spirits had been high and she’d been all smiles. That hadn’t lasted long. It was a costume party but few of the kids had put much effort into the outfits at all. Most just wore masks that they left on top of their heads. That made her feel awkward, standing at the edge of the party in her glittering volume of fabric. Then they started trying to guess who she was. Of course, everyone guessed Tiana and told her the color scheme was all wrong. As if that was her only option as a black girl. Her mumbles of Bluebell went largely ignored. Wasn’t she too old to still be playing princess, anyway? She told herself she was just being paranoid when the giggling started in one corner of the party… that it was all in her head and that she was just being silly. Then she heard that name. Said by a boy she had known from before she was allowed to wear dresses to school. Said while pointing at her, evil grin on his face. Her blood went cold as they started laughing again.

Belle wasn’t sure how far from the party she’d ran. Her eyes had been too filled with tears to see. Just away. That was all that mattered. Curled into a little ball at the base of a tree, she sniffled, too tired to cry anymore. Staring numbly at her toes she realized she’d torn her dress somewhere along the way. She felt like she could see the truth of it now, her ‘rose glasses’ off. Just an ugly dress, poorly sewn, on an ugly body. She’d been an idiot for even coming. Wiping her eyes, she looked around to try and figure out where she was. She should call dad but her phone was in her purse… which was back at the party…

She froze when she saw them. Forcing herself to her feet, she tried in vain to brush the leaves from her hopeless dress, to smile like she hadn’t just been crying. She hadn’t remembered any of the adults at the party having so blond of hair… but there must have been. Sucking in a breath, she tried to act as nonchalant as was possible for a 12-year-old, ❝Hi… I was just… walking… are you Mary’s dad?❞

bengalisms:

She had always been a whirlwind of words and emotions –– displaying her thoughts so openly. He couldn’t imagine she was able to keep her thoughts inside all that well, the kind to simply think and speak at the same time. Caspian had never really been like that himself. Unless his anger or upset was running too high, he always found time to think before he spoke. Though will Belle, she was always charming and amusing when she did this. His lips curled into a soft smile and he even chuckled as she mentioned jewel tones.

❝ Well maybe to you Mrs. Anglophone! I don’t know all your weird terms in English you know. ❞ He teased her with a small smirk, the action friendly. Though Caspian’s english wasn’t great, it was substantially better than it had been when he first came here. Though Belle’s way of speech always had him trying to ^{catch up} (~~and admittedly sometimes he missed things~~) he never told her to slow down. Maybe it was because he liked hearing her chatter so passionately, that he would hate to be someone to dim it. This boy, who worked so hard to be seen as dominant, was so obviously submissive whenever he was with people he actually trusted –– and Belle was one of them.

❝ Wait.. Blue lip––? ❞ he began, only to have her ^burst to her feet and slap the table. he flinched because a wave of laughter overwhelmed him. he bent forward, eyes squinting some as he shook his head. It drew the attention of a bunch of people around them, unaware that some of them had been entirely bothered by Belle’s loudness already. Unaware that they were coming closer, Caspian’s smiled at her with so much brightness he might as well be glowing. ❝ Okay I will make your Disney Princess soundtrack IF you promise to do only my eyes the next time I sing… Deal? I think lipstick would mess up my singing and feel weird. ❞ He confessed with a small laugh.

He had never been opposed to makeup himself. Though he preferred it on his eyes rather than anywhere else. Many of his favourite performers wore make up on stage, and while his fathers thought it comical, they knew that Caspian was certainly not the kind to see it as bizarre.

Belle had a hard time ever reigning in her words when they finally came out. She either could barely speak at all or it was an endless flow of consciousness as her brain flitted from idea to idea. It was only after she’d drown the person in words about her passion that she had the mind to be embarrassed about exposition dumping on them so badly. It was just something in how her brain was wired. The hardest part was always feeling confident to talk again after the embarrassment and shame set in… but Cas? She was beyond thankful for his patience. She feared she must be taking advantage of that. Deep down worrying he’d get bored or frustrated with her like her friends in elementary had. That she would fail him eventually. That in the end, she’d just be too autistic. But right now, it was perfect. She fought with herself on the bad nights to remember that he wanted to be her friend and to trust that this was good. It was hard to remember sometimes when she knew for a fact that she too often missed clues others would pick up on.

❝Oh but the blue would look so pretty on you and they have this matte finish now that doesn’t smear and-❞ she huffed and sighed dramatically ❝-okay! Eyes only, but they will be the smokiest wing-tipped ever and all the girls and boys will cream themselves at the sight of you,❞ she proclaimed with a sound nod.

She was already composing song titles in her head, they’d need at least 15 songs for a proper album. She had every Disney Soundtrack there was and new all her favorites by heart. She was certain they could put together an epic masterpiece to blow all those out of the water. An epic tale of self-discovery and fighting with space battles and true love both romantic and friendship… she mind soared as she ran through her ever evolving stories again.

🍟

Fry Thief

Bell narrowed her eyes and took another bite of her burger, waiting for it to happen again. Seeing the blue hand that wasn’t her own take another fry, she sprung her plot.

Slamming her hand down she shouted, ❝Thief! I got you red handed!❞ as she hit the ketchup and sprayed it out in a messy jet over Lucy’s hand (and her own).

Friendship Scribbles

1000liveslived:

⚜ Bluebell ⚜

Bell laughed brightly, “Fuck yeah you’d look bad ass. The baddest ass,” she waggled her brows, giggling madly.

“Would your dad be pissed? I fucking know mine would be, ha!” the young blue woman flopped back, staring up at the ceiling, “Damn, just imagining the look on his face next time I get slammered. He’d be the only one to know what it even meant to, ahahaha,” she held her sides laughing, though she really doubted she’d be brave enough to go through with getting that idea done. It would involve trusting the tattoo artist an awful lot.

Propping her chin on her hand and looking up at her friend, Bell mused, “But, yeah. Ink would be so fucking sweet.”

Snickering, Lyn waggled her own brows right in time with Bell’s actions, finding herself laughing even more at the initial question. Rolling her eyes, she thought to the purple smoke tattoo that dominated much of her back, one she had got shortly after her Father got his tattoo with a quote to match. “Nah. Dad won’t give a damn. He’d probably wanna know what tha fuck made me wanna get a tentacle, but nothin’ more,” she mused, shrugging casually as she leaned back onto her hands and watched Bell with a small smile. There were few people in Lyn’s life that she could relax like this around, and she was glad Bell was one of them.

“Wait, what? Tha only one? Well now ya got me curious, Blueberry. What’s it mean?” she prompted, her ebony ears perking fully forward while her eyes shimmered with intrigue. To say that Lyn was a curious being was a bit of an understatement… Bell wasn’t likely going to be able to get away with saying such a statement without Emma asking anything about it.

Bluebell elbowed Lyn playfully, she was one of the very few people that were allowed to call her by that particular fruit. It had made her blood boil all through her youth, but from Lyn it was just how they were. No true menace or hate. As endearing as a playful cry of ‘bitch’ or ‘bastard’.

❝Okay, okay, okay, so!❞ Bell’s entire face went purple,

❝So I don’t want just one tentacle tattoo… I want 7. Here,❞ she rolled over so she could trace her fingers over where the tattoo would start where her legs joined and go down her thighs,

❝Like an octopus,❞ she bit her lip, staring intently in anticipation at her friend to see is Emmalyn, bright as she was, would put it together.

Wrong Number is Gay

singinghands:

syx-blue:

[TXT] I’m not one of anything! I’m one of a kind!

[TXT] okay maybe not totally anymore but no one is as fucking sick ass as me. Im a magical glitter phenomenon!!!

[TXT] omg he’s an adorable lazy noodle

[Text] Sure sees like it!

[Text] 😂

[Text] Isn’t he???

[TEXT: Im not lying about the glitter, I can prove it ]

[TEXT: I’ve never had a snake he looks awesome ]

teenage-and-blue:

syx-blue:

Bell looked between Lucy and the bike, “Well fine then! But it’s not nearly as fun to walk.”

She pouted a bit, having been looking forward to showing off her bike first, but the excitement of seeing this hover bike negated a lot of that. Not wanting to leave her bike out in the open for what now was seeming to turn into more of a thing than the smash and grab that had been the original plan for the day, Bell wheeled her bike around. Planning to park it in Lucy’s garage.

“Alright! Reveal this mystery onto me!“

It’s with a wide grin that Lucy holds a hand up. “Give me a minute, okay?” She had to get things ready for that, make sure revealing her own bike was pulled off the way she wanted.

“It won’t be long, promise.” Opening one of the doors for Bell to drive her bike in wouldn’t take very long, and once it’s done Lucy’s already hurrying to make sure the lights are off.

❝Okay, okay, oh K-aye,❞ Bell huffed, bouncing on her toes, anticipation building, ❝But I’m expecting something Awe-mazing!❞

She stopped and waited as told knowing full well how important presentation was. Timing and location was everything and she wanted the full experience. Still, she was far too full of energy to stand still, swaying on her feet as she scanned the darkness for the sign that the reveal was coming.

Lewd Tattoo

punkrockstringtheory:

syx-blue:

“Oh. My. God.” Bell groaned in frustration slapping her own cheeks, “I don’t know where to even go with this anymore.”

The blue woman, sagged in defeat, “Yeah, yeah… it’s the biggest tattoo I’ve ever got and it hurt like a bitch, but I figured it’d all be worth it in the end,” she glared sullenly at the man who was endlessly thwarting her fun, “But some people are impossible.”

Her frustration prompts a look of sympathy, one that Ulric doesn’t hide in time from being seen. But that sullen glare has him trying to keep from laughing. “Mira says the same thing.” Not in the same tone, obviously, but it was still familiar.

Bell huffed again, arms crossed, ❝Then I should go show her, she’d prolly appreciate it!❞

Childish Escape

1000liveslived:

⚜ Bluebell ⚜

“I don’t have a stick up my ASS!” Bell stomped her foot, “I checked this morning!” her cheeks immediately flamed lavender as the words left her mouth. What the fuck had she just said? Why? Why would that come out of her mouth? ARGH!

Making a horrible high pitched sound of frustration, the blue teen stamped her booted feet in a circle, arms flapping, “You! You! You have a tail! And I wasn’t threatening you but you’re very aggressive and that makes me VERY uncomfortable and I don’t want to see my dad today!”

Getting it all out of her system, Bell took off sprinting. She shouted over her shoulder, “And you’re not helping! We are escaping!”

Well THAT certainly wasn’t something Lyn expected anybody to tell her when she said that particular line, looking over at Bell in obvious surprise. She wondered where in the hell this girl got the idea that pointing a damn gun at her wasn’t threatening… but for now she simply let it go. It was obvious that she was prone to dramatics, unsure just how to react to it past being fairly amused with it all. She certainly had quite the way about her, didn’t she?

When Bell took off sprinting, she merely laughed, shook her head and soon took off right behind her. “Whatever ya say, Blueberry!” she called out with a grin, hurrying forward. At this point she would be taken in for aiding and abetting anyways, so there really wasn’t any choice for her but to run just like Bell was. “This way!” She urged, taking hold of the blue woman’s hand and dragging her into a new direction. It would take them both down a new ally way, a sort of short cut that would allow them to not be caught in the process.

She didn’t say anything else to Bell the rest of the way, running swiftly and not truly stopping to allow either of them to catch their breaths… though Lyn was hardly winded. Coming to a stop by one of their less popular joints, Lyn was quick to glance around and slip up into the loft through the back staircase. She would tell her Father what she was doing once she got upstairs.

Bell was breathing too hard and too flustered to sort out a retort during the sprint, but as they drew to a stop she muttered sourly, ❝…not Blueberry. I’m not purple,❞ she huffed and crossed her arms in a pout, cheeks turning lavender. The name shouldn’t bother her anymore, she’d heard it since childhood, but it did, ❝You could at least get the color right.❞

Despite her mutterings she drew close behind, not wanting to get caught. She’d very much been telling the truth about having no desire to go back to prison today. Looking up at the building she worried her lip, eyes widening as she saw it, ❝Hey, hey, wait… isn’t that one a Psycho’s places?❞ she hissed, ❝No way they’ll let us hide here.❞

oikosheart:

mortal: unknown

Belle chewed on her lower lip as she stood before the woman, twisting her fingers in nerves and looking down at her toes. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Trying again, she managed, “… hello?”

Goodness,
she seemed more nervous than Hestia was—deciding the other was no threat, the goddess
assumed a kinder demeanor. “Hello… sorry
if I was staring.”

Belle clasped her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels, “I was supposed to find something useful to do…” she trailed off.

The young Egyptian girl had been raised in the temples. She had dedicated herself to the temples rather than marry. She kept her eyes on the ground, eye contact was too difficult and it was safer to avoid anyway.