*heart eyes emoticon*

ask-mayia:

Adrift at sea under the sky as blue as blue can be, Candlelight Song and her hardy crew had set out on an adventure of their very own. It was a fine summer’s day, the sun high to signal the noon. Gulls squeaked, heat rode the waves, and Candle was… patting the back of one of her very… sea sickened…

Ah, nothin’ be better than a pirate’s tale, aarrr

But is the story about Patchy or is it about Candlelight? The world may never know!

Thank you Mayia, this was a super cute story c:

the-catcher-of-stars:

submission for the contest take this very seriously

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Candlelight woke up next to the disembodied head of Shaquille O’Neal, just like she had for the past five days. She gave him a small peck on his decomposing forehead.

“Morning, sunshine. I made you breakfast!”

The horse rolled off the bed, trotting over the shards of broken glass and empty hummus containers to grab her ingredients. She needed two eggs, one sack of flour, and a pinch of salt. She was all out of salt; but more importantly, she had lied to Shaquille O’Neal. She hadn’t made breakfast.

“ She hobbled over to the Wal-Mart on her leg nubs with much effort and charisma, like an infected politician.”

-Patchy’s favorite line of anything ever

An Entry!!

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Holy crap this is so perfect. And it’s funny as hell, omg.

This would make the craziest comic ever xD Also, how’d you know that I ship Candlelight and Shaquille O’ Neal? And the racist Spanish phrases and the bus driver and the dogs and oh my gosh it’s just beautiful.

Thanks so much for writing this out, Star Catcher!