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Birth date is March 18th
Awhile ago I made my First batch of OFF Buttons and since then I’ve been
slowlypumping out more buttons. Hopefully if anyone is interested in buying them when I get my shop finally up things will be booming! But I’m far from done.
I’m aiming to have a:
- Kill la Kill set
- Steven Universe set
- JJBA mini-set
- Pop’n Music mini-set
- OFF game sets (One of the main cast+ Elsen and one of minor cast+ specters)
- an assortment of Pokemon and random pins.
Sorry, but the ones that have X’s or are not for sale are ones being printed or were exclusively printed for friends ;n;
Hopefully I’ll be able to finish the mentioned sets soon, and fix up some of the old pins (
squinting at you dedan) !
Does anyone want me to type them an open?
Oops, how did this happen
Her dream was something she had often. It was a very pastel landscape, very clean and like the one back home. She worse a simply stunning, pale blue dress, of course it was tailored to her measures perfectly.
She was a princess and her father, the king, was holding her a ball to find her a prince. Rather than letting the offerings speak on their behalf, he was granting her daughter the chance to find her mate.
It was literally a flip sided Cinderella tale. Only there was no fairy godmother or mice or horses, and certainly no pumpkins. There however was magic.
Within a sea of men who had all looked and acted the same, one stood out from the rest. She was quickly captivated and simply fell head over heels. It was almost too good to be true, that is, until her fathers rather large hand was… Pulling at her hair?
A particularly sharp pull woke her and caused her to scream, feeling a throbbing ache in her head.
The fish screams. He might have wondered how in the world a fish could scream were it not for the fact that the scream woke him up.
He sits up, confused. First he has to figure out what made that noise. Oh, it was probably her. But why? Through eyes that are still focusing, he looks around. “Is there a bear?”
"You’re going to wish I’m a bear if you don’t stop tugging on my hair!" She shrieks and tried to push him away. Unfortunately his grip is far too strong.
"You just had birds!? Oh wow… Did they look like Japhet? I know not all birds look like Japhet but it would be pretty cool if they did. Imagine if Japhet was tiny? I mean he’s kind of tiny compared to my daddy but imagine if he could sit on your shoulder?"
It was clear she was quite passionate about birds, despite not knowing a lot about them.
"Yeah, I did. Sort of. They didn’t look like Japhet though. There aren’t any birds that big where I’m from. They were tiny enough to sit on your shoulder and on your finger though! And in your hair too, but I never did that because birds thought my hair was a nest. I get it reminds them of sticks?"
"Maybe hair is soft enough that they like to sit in it like big bird beds? I mean if birds are as tiny as you say they are, I imagine that a head of hair would be like a big fluffy bird cloud…!"
What is a God to someone who never believed? A false prophet.
To someone who is a rightful mind, there is a fine line between fiction and reality. Sometimes, even the most possibly real things turn to be a fragment of one’s imagination. Truth laying behind a faulty mask, timid, breathing heavily and fogging the looking glass.
Batter was an exception towards this perspective nonsense- even if the feeling of having someone breathe down the back of your neck whilst waking in a cold sweat seems to be a reoccurring theme. He couldn’t possibly waste time on silly notions of imaginary figments. There were specters to kill- zones to purify.
The acidic taste of bile was also a reoccurring theme when he would walk by himself, through the barren and noiseless zones- as diminishing as the Void was, it still settled in the back of his mind that that was all it was. A void. Void of everything but motionless whispers that brushed against your ear.
However, the zones were a different matter. There were times, when no Elsen were present, nor the trickling noises of water tripping through walls, or pattering of rain.. It was simply as if he had walked in to a air-tight tube, with nothing but the ringing in his ears and the subtle brushes from the Rings against his spine to keep him company.
Now, he sits against a pale brick wall, his arms draped over his knees in a lazy way, four eyes staring off into the abrupt distance as if there were something there- however, daydreaming was the pass-time at the moment. Again with this air-tight, motionless and stillness of scenery. It was unsettling.
It was morning, bleak as ever. And while it should have been the elegant waking a of a princess, instead it was graceless and ended with the pale sugar maiden tumbling onto the floor. Then again, nobody would judge even if they did see, for she was daughter to a God after all, there for in a twisted sense making herself some self proclaimed goddess. He assured her multiple times she was just a princess, the princess if sugar, not to let her head float off with all that hot air. Unfortunately hot air and dreamy wishes ran in the family.
Clad from the waist down in her usual white shorts, they fed into the thick black burns onto her legs; from the waist up she simply wore two pastie crosses. Arguable if they were Xs in shape or simply poorly applied crosses at that. Either was fine, and she liked it that way.
Big bare feet made heavy footsteps as she dragged herself down the hallway. When you grow to be seven foot tall and practically have immunity as last surviving female you have little to care about.
Even in a sleepy haze she could feel the all too familiar sensation of falling through her file. First reaction was to hold her breath and ball up to brave for impact. Once she hit into the metal of the new zone she could only take a few moments to recover before she would need to explore. Papa didnt raise no fool, papa raised one hell of a fighter. Too bad that little fighting princess was also against killing and never wanted to fight in the first place.
Exhaling her held breath she now was wide awake and walked forwards. What lied ahead? She wasn’t sure. But one thing for certain was that everything was white. White as her skin, her hair, all the parts of her that were still undamaged and unblemished. No burns, no cuts, no cloth, nothing. It was a huge natural canvas, but also unsettling with that.
Although lands like this were not unfamiliar, she certainly preferred her home back in zone three, that was for certain.
It was if he carried out lengthy conversations with himself in his head- With the Player being inactive for so long, it gave him too much time to think. Too much time to play with ideas of turning a rope into a noose- no. There was a job to be done, no matter how long the wait for his puppeteer was.
Huffing off a gentle breath, the stillness of this vacuum void was soon broken by the light patter of feet against the ground. This causes The Batter to slowly turn his head to the sound- however, it was slowly turning into a pace that was unrecognizable. Human? Monster? He wasn’t sure, but his grip that was on his knees slowly turned to the dented white bat that lay idly by his side.
That pitter of feet against the dampened ground soon grew to a heavy yet carefully meticulous noise, and soon a figure was emerging. Petite, feminine. Who in the hell is that? Squinting slightly, he slowly begins to stand, his hand pressed back against the wall behind him, as if he were grasping it for some sort of feeling of stable reality.
At least… He dearly hoped this was reality.
It wasnt too long before the tall woman had stumbled upon the scene before her. Seeing the batter gripping at the wall in this bare wasteland was not something she thought she would encounter, but all the same, she didnt really understand why he looked so scared.
“Ducky…?” She asked, spotting the brimmed hat on his head. “Ducky why are you hear all alone, or is your friend perhaps with you?”
She didnt see a puppeteer but it didnt mean that one didnt exist. Her knowledge of the game was extensive from her own files fall through, and with that knowledge she was able to try and understand others situations better.
“I won’t hurt you…”
As she was higher ranked than him, he tried to obey her when she asked him to smile, but it war nothing more than a slight parting of the lips. 93239 nearly dropped his rag when the woman had offered to help him. He began to shake his head vigorously. “N-no. I… I’d rather continue… hhh… on my own… it’s… it’s my duty.”
He thought of what she had said, how she was “covered in sugar.” Was that standard issue for higher-ranking members of Zone 3? He was curious about that. The Director’s daughter had smelled sweet, like sugar. It was a pleasant and tempting scent, but the elsen had still work to be done before he could indulge, and he certainly wouldn’t indulge on another person, especially an important one.
"But I want to help… What if I cleaned all the tables? It swept the floor? That way you can still do food stuff and finish early…?" She gave him a bit of a pleading smile, excited to get on her feet and do something.
“You don’t have to be formal with me either. Besides you’re nice, I like you a lot already, I can tell that you’re not mean like the others.”
He was a bit slow to respond, unable to put his formalities aside. He had nearly frozen hearing her offer to work. He closed his eyes, and tried to decline her offer.
"Ma’am… I… I cannot accept your offer to help… a… a high ranked member of society… hhh… such as yourself shouldn’t have to… to…" His tongue seemed to be caught as smoke raised slightly out of his throat. "to work these menial tasks… p…please. Hhh… Allow me."
"But I’m not in a high up position of authority like you say… I mean yeah my Papa is the director but I don’t have any say in anything. I’m not even allowed to work for money, so if you asked me, I’d say I’m below you when it comes to working…!"
In the employment pyramid, she was at the bottom. She didnt have a job, or an actual job. Being called a princess wasnt really a job.
In the social pyramid, however, she held the second most power right under the director. But that didnt mean she was the same as Enoch. While he preferred to let everyone do their jobs, sucre wanted to help out. Only she really had nobody to help out.
“Well if you won’t let me help you out, then I’m just going to stay here and talk with you while you work. And later on today ill make you cupcakes if you like those…!”
"I want to fill your life with happiness. Even if that time is now small… Ill find a way, I promise, even if its simple little things."
She gives Shiloh a little warm smile.
“Who is this zero you keep talking about, if you don’t kind me asking. I’m sure that he’s a nice fellow, especially if you think so highly of him after all.”
"I had my fair share of happiness. I had a good life. It was just supposed to be over by now." He lets his head roll to the side so he can look up at her. "Zero is my partner. We sort of… feel the same about a lot of things, so we get along well, hhh… He’s been outside the zones, but he came back after a while."
"It must be nice to have someone like that in your life you know? I mean… He’s someone that you can trust in and rely on. That’s really something special."
“But how old are you anyways? You keep mentioning that you’re old or that you’ve lived too long. You don’t look that old… Least not to me.”
Her eyes were soft as she watched him. Asides from their chatter she was still, not picking at her fingers or wiggling her toes. Not intense, but still interested in every word that came from him.