I Am Star Falcon! Fitting For Rim's Dad XD

I am star falcon! Fitting for rim's dad XD

FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES MINE IS LITERALLY

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Sorry if I missed someone, me still love ya all ❤️❤️❤️

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I need this in my life!

Look my new friend!!!

But what’s this??

Oh?

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OOOOOHHH!!!!!

Been a while since I have posted anything here except for reblogs.

Dedicated to : @bmarvels

Love you big sis! Thanks for being there for me n helpinge a lot. I'd be lost without your help. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

@dark0angel13 @bmarvels @diabl0o @bladerivalen @petri808 n ally other friends on Discord! ♥️♥️

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

An exchange of goods.

Okay so a friend of mine agreed to let me post this. We made a deal that I write something for her and she draws something for me so I’m posting it here to Tumblr so everyone can see her amazing work.

This is the short I write for her. I hope you all like it as much as she did.

START

This was supposed to be a date and she can’t stop the butterflies that are going rampant in her stomach. She’s spent the last hour making sure her hair is perfect, that she has every single strand right where it should be. Normally, hair her shade of blue made her feel special, unique even, but Laro, with hair a darker cerulean than her own, seemed to have been born to wear it. He was perfect in every way and the thought that she was going to spend the entire evening with him had her heart racing.

Her body was clad in tight fitting pants that clung to her like a second skin; topped with knee high boots, she had to admit that she looked amazing in them. She wore a thicker sweater because of the cold and with Christmas just a day away, the recent snow flurries had the temperature dropping to new lows. Silver seemed to go well with her hair and fair skin so her coat, with the silver lining, went well with the deep maroon of her sweater.

Sparing one last glance in the mirror, Marina decided to skip the scarf and opt for a hat instead, knowing her ears would get very cold, very fast. She used to hide from her unusually elven-like ears but after she met Laro, who had the same ears, she has become rather fond of them. She always joked that they were made for each other.

“Okay, I’m ready!” She winks at her reflection to psych herself up and she’s put the door a moment later, shivering slightly when the wind whips around her.

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Marina doesn’t know how long she’s been waiting at the café, but when it’s clear that her date isn’t coming she feels her heart jump into her throat. Did she do something wrong? Did he change his mind? She doesn’t know the answer and the more the wracks her brain, the more the overthinks and it’s only a few minutes later that she’s on the verge of panic.

Around her she can hear the hustle and bustle of the passers by going about their lives and she wishes she could be like them. She wishes everything worked out for her. She wishes that she wasn’t on the verge of tears.

“Laro, where are you?” Her question hangs in the air, directed at no one in particular but she wants desperately for someone, anyone to give her the answer she needs. She’s off and running before her mind has time to process, checking the nearby shops just in case. Why was she so adamant to find him? Why did she have this ache in her stomach at his absence? Did he really grow to mean so much to her?

“I’ll find you, I swear it.” Her golden eyes are staring straight ahead and she knows what she needs to do. She reaches down into the very core of her being, drawing on any magic that is residing in her, reaching for it with every ounce of willpower she has, but when nothing happens she feels tears well. How does Laro make it look so easy?

She searches for him, anywhere and everywhere she can think of before coming to a stop just outside the nearby park. Laughter drifts to her ears and she turns to see a family playing in the snow. The children look so happy and she smiles briefly before setting her eyes on the center of the park. Maybe, just maybe he’s there. He has to be, right? She doesn’t know why, but she’s drawn to the large tree in the center, it’s lights seeming to illuminate her way. Her feet move on their own, her body simply along for the ride and in her chest she can feel a heat she recognizes. She feels his magic, his very essence, all the way to her soul.

The closer she gets, she hears music; it’s tune bringing a smile to her face before she even realizes it. There, leaning against the large tree, is Laro, and she can see the smile growing on his face. His form is standing tall and proud if she had to put a word to it, his hands stuffed into his pockets. His toothy grin reaches his deep brown eyes and she finds her cheeks wet from the tears that spilled over. Her worry vanishes in a gasp and she’s running to close the distance, her arms wrapping around him as if her life depends on it.

She’s enveloped in his warmth and the sigh that escapes is one of relief. He’s sturdy against her, his body warming the chill from her bones in an instant.

“I’m glad you found me, I’m sorry I didn’t make our meeting Marina,” he rests a hand on her head and she looks up and hazel meets gold in a torrent of unsaid emotions before he continues, “but I wanted to make sure this was perfect for you. Looks like you got here before I could get to you though.” He chuckles and it vibrates through her body.

“I got worried something happened to you…” she can’t hide the shaking in her tone and he holds her tighter.

“I know, I’m sorry for worrying you.” He turns them both around so she can see what has taken him so long and her eyes widen in shock. The tree is lit top to bottom in blue and silver lights and at the base is a picnic waiting for her of all her favorites and the squeak that leaves her lips is one of both surprise and happiness.

“You did all this…for me?” She looks to him, looking for any waver of his emotions, but finds none and her heart clenches.

“I sure did,” he smiled down at her,” I wanted you to have everything you’ve ever wanted this year.” She watches him pull out a small box and her body goes stiff, her mind racing in about a million different directions but she remains quiet.

“It’s not much but I’ve been saving up from my jobs to get this for you because I know you’ve been eyeing it,” he pauses to open it for her and she is met with glistening metal, “I figured you could practice magic with this knife. I hope you like it.”

She can see the words inscribed on the blade, As you grow stronger, so do my feelings for you. She can’t help the tears that overwhelm her.

“Merry Christmas Marina.”

END

And THIS, is the wonderful picture she drew for me!