It’s time for the Best Friends’ Ball! Twinkle Twirl helps everyone get ready for the big day. But what is she going to wear? With a little help from a special pegasus pony, Twinkle Twirl will find a way to sparkle, too.
2004 Hasbro/Harper Festival.
Written by Ruth Benjamin, illustrated by Ken Edwards
I scanned my copy of “Belle of the Ball”!
It’s a little beat up since, unlike all the other G3 books I have, the pages are made out of plain ol’ paper instead of the glossy stuff. :x I only scanned the pages and added the text in Photoshop. These “Picture Readers” books had pictures in the text, (example: “A wishing 🌟!”) but I wasn’t going to try to replicate that. :’)
You shivered as the cold metal made contact with your overheated skin. And while it was a delicious sensation, a powerful contrast that made you gasp, Chris took it the wrong way. He was still reluctant for you to wear his handcuffs; they meant something different to him. And God, he really did want to use them. But not at the expense of you being uncomfortable. “Are you okay, Sugar Belle?”
The concerned look in his eyes only made you smile, giving him a firm nod. “Of course. I’d tell you if I wasn’t. I know you’ll stop.”
Slowly, the worried expression on Christopher’s face melted away, only to be replaced with a wide grin and twinkling eyes. He carefully tightened the handcuffs around your wrists before trailing his fingers down your arms. “Ya know I will, sweetheart.”
Honestly, tho, like, Kal doesn’t for a second seem to consider that if he misses the Nulls terribly, how much must the Nulls miss each other?
It’s Kal’s idea, in the beginning.
Everyone rotates. That’s how it works. Ordo stays on Coruscant—he’s the most proficient at logistics. They all can learn, true, but he has the eye for it. His mind constructs the paths to follow in a way that isn’t learned, can’t be taught.
High efficiency in half the time, and ARC Captain shouldn’t be in the field half as much as the jetiise say.
Mereel keeps his big mouth shut with a smile and terrible twinkle in his eye.
Ordo is safe that way. Safer. Safe enough.
They don’t argue—why would they?
They don’t talk about Geonosis like they don’t talk about Before. Before Kal is a whisper, a laugh, a choke hold in a starless night that happened, happens, happening, to someone else. Not then, not them.
Memory is funny.
Happened to someone else is a defense mechanism, they all know the lines they tell themselves to pack it away. On edge, dancing a tight precipice honed sharper by the day, and Someone Else scraped tighter by the spectre of Ordo before the fog. The fog that chases them, the fog that creeps in—that Ordo’s presence keeps at bay.
I have so much love in my heart, I don’t think I could only ever fall for humans; I fall for things too. I’m in love with the leaves in the fall. The way they change color and sweep across everything you see. The way they satisfyingly crunch underneath your feet. I’m in love with voices. You have some sweet and melodic, some deep and raspy. The way the pitch changes with emotion. The way they manipulate to sing. I’m in love with space. The way the stars twinkle and the moon shines bright. The wondrous galaxies and nebulas. But of course, I’m in love with humans. The various heights, weights, & facial structures. The vast array of emotions. The way lips curl for a smile or pucker for a kiss. The way tears well up in the eyes and gently roll down cheeks. I love so deeply and remember all the little things. I could never live a life without love and I’m okay with that. I think I’m finally ready to accept that no matter what I will always have love in my broken little heart to give.
Mafia! AU: You and Jumin have a moment of rest before reality has to be met.
Wake me up when the week ends honestly. Anyhow, this is meant to be a lighter, character-focused set as I know I’ve been focusing on getting towards the main action, so I think now would be a good resting period I suppose. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day!
This is a branching storyline and I highly recommend you read previous prompts in order to understand:
Night had spread throughout the area, stars twinkling through the windows as the curtains began to shroud the windows.
707 had finished his call with Vanderwood, finding that they’d be meeting in the afternoon.
“You’re going to have to be quick you know, Vanderwood said they’ll be here at 1'o clock so leave around 12:30.”
“And if my father asks?”
“Cleanup crew.” He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “After all, Mr. Han thinks you killed Yoosung.”
“As far as we know.”
You hadn’t known why, but that left unease stirring inside of you.
And perhaps, doubt.
But as you reflected, standing in the kitchen you couldn’t ignore the anticipation that stirred inside of you.
You were so close after all.
Was it wrong to be so excited so soon?
You were dragged from your thoughts as a hand took hold of yours, setting down the pitcher of ice cold water.
“Careful darling.” Jumin hummed.
You hadn’t even noticed it was about to overflow.
“O-Oh I’m sorry!”
“No need to worry.”
“Are you tired?” Another voice slipped in.
It was V, leaning against the kitchen wall.
He was still wearing those sunglasses oddly enough.
“Oh no…I just was thinking,” You gave a small smile. “that’s all.”
“I think you should get some rest love, we’re going to be very tomorrow after all.” Your fiance pressed a tender kiss to your head, weaving your hair through his fingers delicately.
“Right, right.” You took a small sip, curiosity scratching at your head.
He didn’t quite turn his head towards you, keeping his gaze away.
“Why are you still wearing those sunglasses? It’s nighttime.”
“O-Oh well…Jumin could you?”
There was a hesitance to his tone as though he might say too much otherwise.
As if he were a dam on the brink of collapsing.
“V’s eyesight is faltering due to an incident. They use the glasses to hide it from most people.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You frowned, feeling your mind recoil back in a sort of shame.
“No, no it’s a perfectly valid answer. I don’t know many people who like to wear sunglasses at night after all. It’s like wearing a coat in summer.” He chuckled. “You know, I can almost make you out.”
“You and Jumin are blurred but I can differentiate you.” He explained. “I can almost always identify him. We’ve known each other practically from the moment he arrived in America.”
“I guess you two are close?”
“I was the first brought into the business after him, with my closeness and all I was considered trustworthy. I don’t do much of the heavy-load though. I typically handled advertising with my photography for the outward face of the business that handles exportations and such.”
“You’re a photographer?”
“Was.” He frowned. “It’s a bit difficult now.”
He shrugged. “I can still remember things, though, perfectly clear. I can remember what Jumin used to look like, Yoosung, or even…Rika.”
“I heard about your relationship with Rika. I’m very sorry.” You shifted awkwardly, giving a comforting smile. “I’m sure she was a lovely person.”
“She…was, thank you.” He straightened his posture, clearing his throat. “I’m sure you both would’ve gotten along…well.”
“I always keep a photo of her with me, would you like to see her?”
“A-Are you sure don’t mind…?”
“Of course not.”
He rummaged through the pockets of his jacket, slipping out a small photograph that he slid onto the counter before you.
You took in your hands examining it curiously.
It was a picture of V, Jumin, and Rika.
It seemed to be a few years before you had met Jumin, an odd distance crawling about him.
Rika, however, had seemed to be the exact opposite.
Bright, bouncy golden curls twirled about her shoulders, emerald eyes staring at the photographer with a smile spreading from ear to ear.
Something made you want to avoid her, though.
V appeared gentle, a small smirk tugging at his expression, even his icy gaze looking to be the epitome of gentle.
“I’m sure Jumin appears very different than how he is now,” He laughed. “before you came along we thought he hardly knew the definition.”
“What do you mean?”
“He never stops around you. It’s used to be impossible.”
Pink dusted your cheeks as you glanced up to find him in not much better condition.
“Is that so?”
“I’m afraid so.” He admitted, grinning.
“Luciel would always call him a stick in the mud.” He said. “He’ll have to come up with something new now.”
You pondered for a moment before lighting up. “I’ve got an idea for something I could call him!”
“Like a pet name?”
“And what is it?”
You saw the interest flash onto your fiance as he glanced at you.
Jumin erupted into coughs, his face reddening to the shade of a strawberry in seconds.
“O-Oh my goodness.” He murmured. “T-That’s very sweet d-darling.”
You sniggered, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“I think that has to stick around, don’t you V?”
“Absolutely, I think it suits Jumin very well.” He stifled laughter, running his fingers through his hair. “But I will not be sticking around unfortunately, I think we all need some sleep after all.”
“Y-You’re very right.” Jumin stepped back, both of us wishing V a good night as he left ahead of you. “MC, would you like to j-join me?”
You nodded, taking your glass as you walked with him up the stairs.
“S-Should I be coming up with a pet name for you as well?”
The two of you entered the bedroom, the atmosphere it had from a day ago dramatically shifting.
“Well, what ideas do you have?” You asked, seating yourself on the bed.
He thought deeply for a second, narrowing his eyes before he almost burst with a sort of delight.
He sat down beside you, laying his head on your lap.
As you curled his messy strands of hair through your fingertips, he spoke.
“I think ‘love of my life’ suits you perfectly.”
And you found that he couldn’t seem to stop smiling as he looked up towards you.
“Thank you for taking me here, Karno. It’s so beautiful.” You said softly as you looked up at the night sky, the stars were twinkling and the moon was shining down onto the ocean. “Not as beautiful as you.” Karno whispered in your ear. You turned your head, looking over at him, he was now on his side, his hand propping his head up. “Come here beautiful.” Karno growled and pulled you on top of him.
He pulled you down and kissed you roughly, soon it started to heat up. His teeth biting down on your bottom lip, your tongue grazing against his wanting an entrance. He moaned loving how you just wanted it. As you both tongue wrestled he ran his hands up your body. “Let’s do it, right here.” He moaned. You could already feel his hard cock in his pants. “Yeah, yeah lets have sex right here.” You agreed and took off your shirt.