NOTE: Fic for DWTS tiems! Bee and Effie are deep_red_bells and effiecat respectively, and both snatched with great love to the most righteous mun of WIN. :P Tommy's routine last night was this one.There was an irrational moment, after the music faded and he knelt there, hovering just over Effie, that he was sure the crowd was booing him off the fucking dance floor. It ( Read more... )

NOTE: Bee is deep_red_bells and Zee is zee_ali. Both are used without permission but lots of love. :P

“Wow…get a load! Bee, that’s--”

“Puh!”

“May, no…that’s just--”

“Puh! Puuuuuh, popo!”

“Mayilia…”

“PopopopPOOO!”

( Wincing a little at the tiny shriek, Tommy flashed Baileigh an apologetic grin as he passed the snapshot to Zee and set May on the floor. She promptly, and only a bit clumsily, got onto her hands and knees and started crawling towards the massive German Shepherd that was laying about a foot away. )

In customary fashion, a happenstance trip into her bedroom reveals to Bee a large envelope scrawled with her name, and a small box settled neatly against her pillow.

Inside the box is this necklace, and inside the envelope is a very clearly handmade card...

( The card reads... )

[winces and shifts uncomfortably...wearing motorcycle boots]

In a rare twist of events, instead of something turning up randomly around the house, an actual package arrives via FedEx Overnight for Baileigh Solis from The Rapture Production Offices c/o The Mirage Hotel and Casino.

Inside the fairly large package is this item wrapped in tissue, and beneath it is a sketch in colored pencil set behind glass in ( Read more... )

The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear, for newer and richer experience.

Takes place during this.The world is a vast and open place filled with the opportunities of a thousand lifetimes and the promise of countless days with uncertain outcomes and predetermined futures. It’s the ( Read more... )