SaintHeartwing

Dear Diary… The new kid in my class is…amazing. I’d never met anyone quite like him. I was pretty excited when I heard he, like me, was from Hawaii. But while he was from the island of Maui, the Valley Isle, I lived on Kauai. Going to California’s Berkeley was a dream come true for me, and to think that it’d get even better! I’d been highly interested in studies of ancient cultures and their mythologies and sociologies. I’d done deep, deep dives into their cultural beliefs and practices, it practically consumed my life during my first year here. I admit, I got very good at it, and I loved how skilled I was becoming, but now…now all of that seems so distant to me now that HE’S here. I was really surprised when Lindsey asked me out for a hot chocolate in the cafeteria. We just spent the whole time talking about our family life back in Hawaii, and we had a wonderful time. He told me HE comes from a big, extended family too. He was raised by shoobies of all people. He never got to

Star Butterfly groaned as she pinched the space between her eyes and shook her head back and forth. The princess of Mewni was having a girl’s night with her girl friends, all over at her home on Earth, and she had quite a few girls to invite over because she was so popular and well liked. After all, she wasn’t just the princess of another dimension full of magic, she could PERFORM magic with her wand and on top of that…she was cute. Star Butterfly had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and commonly wore a green, short-sleeve dress with an adorable little pinkish ghost on the front, and she had ADORABLE little rosy red cheeks with a blush in the shape of hearts on her face. Star also was wearing her normal faintly orange and mauve leggings with faintly monster-shaped, horned long maroon boots that were tapping at the floor as the girls argued. “C’mon! She should make something crazy with her cool magic powers!” Starfan13 insisted. She had short brown hair that she’d tied into a little

“This is…really weird.” Fluttershy was rather confused why Applejack had brought her to Apple Acres, the family farm her dear friend managed. The Pegasus pony was, indeed, very skilled with animals, but Applejack the Earth pony had her own talent too. Applejack took off the big Stanton cowboy hat she wore, shaking her blonde-haired head back and forth as her yellow-furred, pink-haired friend approached. By her side was a considerably dark-furred pony with deep blue hair, his legs and his forehead having been bound in thick bandages as he trotted along with her towards the sheep in the apple orchard. “They’ve just been there for…how long, you said? And they don’t move?” Fluttershy asked of Applejack as she nodded. “Believe me, my dear dog Wynona’s TRIED to get them to get a move on, but I done reckon they need a real helping hand from somebody like y’all.” Applejack confessed. “Maybe they’re just lost.” Shinedown remarked as the Earth pony looked over at the Pegasus pony by his

“So…what do you want, kiddo?” It’s impressive that it’s his real, actual beard. Moustache and all. Most Mall Santas, they have to get a fake one. But no, no, no. His hair’s really that white. He’s truly that fat. He really let himself go. Perhaps he should get himself a present. A Stairmaster, maybe. “I’m not a kid. I’m Jessie. I’d like a bow and arrow like that really cool girl from the Hunger Games movies!” “What do YOU want, my boy?” “I’d like…the new Mortal Kombat. Yeah, with…” “A shaving kit?” “What?” “You’re old.” “Am NOT…” “Santa? Santa, are you asleep? Cuz your coffee smells like “adult lemonade”…” One of the kids asks. Indeed, poor Santa’s coffee accidentally had the opposite effect. He’s conked out, and he’s not hearing her. He’s hearing…yelling. Screaming. Oh my God, they’re EVERYWHERE, they’re EVERYWHERE, they’re- “AH! Al’s got us surrounded! EVAC! EVAC NOW!” THWUMPH. The poor girl flopped off him and onto the ground as her mom helped pick the gal up. “What is

It’s a powerfully windy late Autumn night that comes upon them all, each of them arriving from the four corners of the world. It cuts like a knife, sharp and searing and cold, and they arrived, scurrying and skittering into the hotel, from a thousand places and from nowhere at all. Some have t-shirts. Some have suits. Some have rucksacks and briefcases others have nothing but little plastic bags in their pockets. Did the bitter fall wind bring them here? Perhaps. Perhaps. They greet each other after eyeing one another warily, striking up…cautious conversations. Some are already quite well acquainted, in fact. They form instant bonds, making their way to the lobby to check into the hotel, or they’re waiting for the restaurant to open. “I’ve been travelling for…what? Five days? The journey was a real killer, I can tell you that.” “I HATE these little hick town. Ugh. Wouldn’t be caught dead here, if not for the convention.” “I could murder for a good steak right now, y’know what I

The black-haired boy adjusted the glasses on his face, amber/golden eyes blinking behind them as he made his way deep, deep into the woods to the south of town. Philadelphia was a very unkempt, slightly ugly place for a kid like him to hang out in, but at the very least the forests OUTSIDE were vibrant and beautiful. And, best of all, at this time of year, the trees were alit with beautiful colors of the fall, from crimson shades to popping gold to fiery orange. You could spend hours out here, just watching the majestic leaves on the trees. The problem was that this was evidently turning dangerous. Dib had been examining multiple message boards online when he’d found out that people were complaining about an unusually high number of missing persons. There appeared to be about 99 missing people who’d vanished within the past month, and that was a high amount for the city. And police reports and Missing Person’s posters that Dib had found stacked onto telephone lines and milk carts and

“You have a MORTUARY?” Junior von Hamsterviel moaned, the red and blue eyed Experimental American clutching his face as he shook his head back and forth. The white-furred, faintly rodentine, long-eared mammalian being had a long tail with a poofy end, and he had big, rabbit-like feet, with one red eye, and one blue eye. By his side was a delightful-looking cute mammalian experiment, one of the original 600 line, 620, Page. Page had beautiful, deep, majestic eyes, the color of a pond, with a soft, furry body, a chest as huggable and white as sheep’s wool, with brown hair flopping all around his head, and a fairly long, foxlike tail. As the head of the Galactic Federal Alliance, the son of Dr. Hamsterviel and an experimental American named Ariel, Junior had a LOT to live up to…and it frequently meant he was severely suffering from serious spiritual and psychological agony. “Yes. We do.” Junior admitted as he and Page descended down in their green medical outfits, Junior nervously

Day One. So…um…hi. This is Gaz. I’m making this audio log for all of you. Skoodge says it’s a good idea. I’ve been out here in the woods, looking for a crashed meteorite. Skoodge has been really, really nice about coming out with me. I mean, he didn’t have to. I know that Zim’s always making him go out on chores and stuff. He must get run ragged. The meteorite’s supposed to have this really special mineral. But I really wanna get it because it’ll be a great present for Dad. Yeah, yeah, I know. People don’t expect me to have a softer side but…this is the anniversary of Dad and my mom, Peg’s, marriage. He gets real down around this time. And sometimes I’ll find the music box my mom had lying around the house. I know Dib’s been listening to it. I KNOW Dad’s been listening to it. And I also know that whenever they open it up, they keep listening to the thing on repeat, and they don’t stop until their eyes can’t produce tears anymore. It takes a lot for me to resist opening the

“I could KILL her!” It wasn’t too surprising to hear from Lilo that she was positively furious with Myrtle Edmonds. Myrtle had been constantly driving her positively nuts ever since the Pandemic had begun and Lilo and her dear ohana were being driven up the wall. Myrtle liked to point out over and over again how she could do more fun things with her friends because she just plain HAD more. They could do shared movies over Netflix, and Zoom “Go Kiss” card games and on top of that, Myrtle’s mom being considerably richer than Lilo’s big sister Nani meant she could get Myrtle a much better computer setup. To be completely fair to Lilo, her “uncle” Dr. Jumba Jookiba DID try to help. He tried to use his own laboratory set up to make Lilo her own computer so she could try and chat with…well, her only real friend on the island besides Stitch, Victoria. The red-head was eager to hang out with Lilo again but things had backfired badly. Evidently the computer Jumba made connected to the

“Brownie” was a nice, ordinary trainer. He, like many kids from Olivine City, lived in the land of Johto, and had gone on his Pokemon journey at the age of twelve like many other children. He had dark brown eyes, deep brown hair that flowed around his head, so thick and intense that he simply couldn’t keep a cap over it. He commonly wore long shorts, grey in color, with a brown jacket and a white shirt underneath that, tipless brown leather gloves, and brown sneakers with, yes...brown socks. Yes, he had fully leaned into his nickname, even the Pokemon he caught were all Brown. His most favorite Pokemon he used was his first one, a lovely little Eevee, a mammalian Pokemon faintly like a fox, with dark black eyes, cute little paws, mostly brown fur over its body, and a large furry “collar” around its neck that was cream colored. His strongest Pokemon was Hitmonlee, a humanoid Pokemon with an avoid body, lacking a distinct head and neck, looking like an upper torso that had