huh days..,

I just remembered something I could post about for no reason. Ha, ha.. ok then, Cutepups.

So.. uh.. updates? I guess? Yeah?

-x-x-

For some reason, I think I made a post in early December 2014 about my family leasing a new car. 

Well, time sure has passed since then. Haha, no kidding.

At the end of this month, we have to take back that car. Which means we won't have it in a month.

Oh darn, I liked that car a lot. We all did. 

-x-x-

It's almost been a year. Since.. it happened.

It's so different without him here. 

Nowadays, I worry about my mom's side of the family a lot.

To put it vaguely, it's: health problems, frequent hospital visits, so much change, the anniversary of the it is coming up which would bring more anguish and feelings of hopelessness... uh yeah, that.

The family used to be so happy. Now it's nothing but stress and sadness. 

I.. I don't know why I'm typing this. No one cares about this kind of stuff anyways. Not like I blame you. I'm self-absorbed. Yeah, sorry.

As long as I'm home thinking of my mom, Valentine's Day won't be the same. There will always be that painful feeling because of the day before.

Gosh, I'm so empathetic. Ugh.

-x-x-

Umm.. the end of a post I made a few days ago? (end of another sunday) 

I was referring to therapy. Yeah, I feel like that was easy to guess. So yeah. Therapy. That thing.

I think my family and I are gonna visit that person's house this weekend. The person who I talked to about it. Well, she was the one who brought it up.

Ugh, I bet she's gonna be upset at me for not calling her back. 

(I'm so sorry for disappointing you...)

I hate being so scared of admitting the truth of my feelings/thoughts to other people. Like.. my parents. Haha, oh man.

For like.. my (social) anxiety. That's the most obvious thing they've picked up about me. So.. well.. that's it really. Regarding me talking to my family vaguely about therapy. 

Yeah.. heck.

 

Of course, I didn't talk about other stuff. 

(But that's depressing, Cutepups.)

Yeah.

Apparently, one of my family members knows someone. That I might be able to go to. 

But.. I don't know, I'm sorry for being like this. 

(I hate being so scared. I'm sorry.)

-x-x-

I want to write some bad sad poetry, but it's almost midnight. 

School's tomorrow.

At least it'll be Friday.

-x-x-

No one but me can actually notice how hard I've been trying to be more positive so far this year.

But with what's happening in life, it's hard to not give in to the sadness and fear.

I'm really trying. I am.

(I tried. Now I'm tired.)

Bye.

Pretty Eyes skit

Ok I'm ok. Hi, it's time for a skit. Haha yes. 

It's following the skit I wrote on the first of this month. 

I couldn't come up with a specific date or time, but it's probably taking place on a weekend night.

What's the location? Either a bathroom or bedroom. I really can't decide. 

Yeah ok. Here's the skit, lmao.

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Fierdan: *has on a blindfold so he can't see* I don't get how I can help you with your vocabulary if I'm blindfolded.

Duke: *is somewhere else in the same room, is also blindfolded* I don't need your help with words.

Fierdan: *grumbles, makes a sound to show how offended he is by Duke's statement* Wh-What are you doing here?

Duke: No, the real question is why are you telling me that you have to help me with vocab homework?

Fierdan: What are you talking about? I was referring to Sparkle, not you. Why are you even in here? 

Duke: Why would Sparkle be here?

Fierdan: Ugh, you fool! She put the blindfolds on us!

Duke: Why would she do that? What's her deal?

Fierdan: Ugh! *makes non-word grumbling noises*

Duke: Oh! Can't you make your eyes turn red, so you can destroy your blindfold with your laser eyes?

Fierdan: *tilts head like wtf is Duke even saying* That never happened. My eyes never turned red, and they definitely didn't turn into lasers.

Duke: Are you sure? I thought that happened.

Fierdan: My eyes can't just change color.

Duke: I'm pretty sure I saw you with glowing red eyes while you were in the middle of being possessed by Soulless. Like, you know, that time we met.

Fierdan: And you must be delusional because I never had these red eyes you speak of.

Duke: Okay, okay fine. Maybe you had blood in your eyes back then.

Fierdan: *kinda laughs?* What the heck are you even saying? Having blood in my eyes will turn my eyes red now? That must have been a lot of blood. What was I doing?

Duke: I.. I don't know! You were an intimidating freak when we first met.

Fierdan: *chuckles* Oh, is that so?

Duke: *sighs* Yes, that is so.

Fierdan: *stretches one of his legs* Oh, I know what you can do. Turn your eyes black, so you can burn your blindfold that way.

Duke: *sounds offended* Why would I do that? Turning my eyes black is extremely painful!

Fierdan: Then just use your left eye.

Duke: No!

Fierdan: You're incompetent.

Duke: I can say the same about you.

Fierdan: Just roll your left eye back, so it'll turn black. It can't show up as white like normal people eyes, I heard.

Duke: Uh.. that's right. I'm not hurting my eye for this stupid thing though.

Fierdan: You're no help.

Duke: *laughs bitterly* Thanks. 

[Two people enter the room that Fierdan and Duke are in. Each takes off a blindfold. Fierdan blinks his eyes to see Sparkle standing in front of him. Duke blinks his eyes to see Cashier-Girl-No-Lady standing in front of him. The boys are confused. The girls smile smugly at them.]

Duke: *frowns while maintaining eye contact with the girl* What the fu--?

Fierdan: *speaks to Sparkle* Why would I ever help you with your homework after you did this to me?

Sparkle: I lied to you. I didn't need your help.

Fierdan: *stares into Sparkle's eyes* Don't lie to me.

Sparkle: *looks cheerfully back at Fierdan* Okay! I had to blindfold you two to keep you from knowing. It's for a surprise!

Fierdan: From knowing what?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: It was originally Dawn's idea.

Fierdan: Dawn? What's she up to?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: It was just gonna be between Sparkle and myself, but then Dawn suggested that we should include you guys too.

Fierdan: What do you want us to do?

Duke: I'm sorry, but who the hell are you? *points at Cashier-Girl-No-Lady*

Fierdan: *rolls eyes* You're a fool.

Sparkle: Ugh! She's the cashier in that store down the street. We used to go there every week.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: I missed you, Duke.

Duke: Uh.. okay.

[10-15 minutes later.]

Fierdan: You.. you were dared to put makeup on me?

Sparkle: Uh.. yeah. Dawn told me you look great in makeup.

Fierdan: *is confused* When did I wear makeup?

Sparkle: *is also confused* She told me that you used to wear it all the time. Well, also dresses.

Fierdan: *starts to stand up* I'm going to talk to her.

Sparkle: Why would you do that? Relax, I won't hurt you.

Fierdan: *sighs* What are you planning on doing to me?

Sparkle: I'm only going to work on your eyes. 

Fierdan: *sighs* And do what?

[At the same time, but in a different room.]

Duke: So let me set this straight. You want to decorate my eyelids?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: *sighs* Yes.

Duke: Why?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: The shape of your eyes would look great with this makeup on.

Duke: *rubs eyes* Is that a compliment? If so, thanks.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: I like your eye shape.

Duke: *chuckles?* What the hell does that even mean?

[A few more minutes later.]

Sparkle: *is in the middle of applying eyeliner to one of Fierdan's eyes* You better look good with this stuff on.

Fierdan: I better. Don't lie to me.

Sparkle: You'll look fine. You and Duke have gorgeous eyes. I'm jealous of what yours look like.

Fierdan: What does that even mean?

Sparkle: *finishes the eye and starts applying eyeliner to his other eye (btw I don't put on makeup that much myself.. haha)* It means that you, and Duke, have eyes that make it easy to put makeup on. It won't look bad on you, I swear. Besides, I'm very good at putting on makeup. This is simple work compared to what else I've done.

Fierdan: Oh.. uh.. okay.

Sparkle: *nods and continues till both of his eyes have on eyeliner*

Fierdan: Anything else?

[Meanwhile with the other two.]

Duke: Well.. umm.. thanks for outlining my eyes?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Do you want wings?

Duke: Uh.. I have my own. 

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Huh?

Duke: My own wings. They're made of fire. They shoot out of my shoulder blades when I feel like it. They're kinda hard to miss.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: *smiles uncomfortably at Duke* I meant for your eyes.

Duke: *smiles* Uh.. what?

[Back with the other two.]

Fierdan: Oh, so this is what you meant by wings?

Sparkle: Yep.

Fierdan: When can I look at myself in a mirror?

Sparkle: I'm not done with you yet. I still have to put on eyeshadow.

Fierdan: What color?

Sparkle: *looks at her eyeshadow container with its many colors* Hmm...

Fierdan: Can I see it?

Sparkle: No.

Fierdan: *makes that offended sound*

Sparkle: Oh, I know! I'm gonna use this bronze color. It shouldn't be.. too much. 

Fierdan: *sighs* Fine, go ahead.

Sparkle: I'm kidding. *shows Fierdan the color* You can see it. This is what it looks like.

Fierdan: *looks at it* Oh, it's a nice color. It looks powdery though.

Sparkle: No, it's not powdery. Eyeshadow is supposed to look like this when it's in the container.

Fierdan: Oh okay.

Sparkle: Yeah.

Fierdan: By the way, I didn't wear dresses all the time. Dawn was exaggerating.

Sparkle: Wait.. you really wore dresses?

Fierdan: A dress.

Sparkle: Oh.. oh my god. That's adorable!

Fierdan: Adorable?

Sparkle: Yeah, that's cute. 

Fierdan: Uh.. okay?

Sparkle: Yep. *starts putting on the eyeshadow*

[A little less than ten minutes later. Sparkle and Cashier-Girl-No-Lady are finished putting makeup on Fierdan and Duke. The four of them walk downstairs.]

Dawn: Whoa, you two actually did it!

Sparkle: Yeah. I did a good job, don't you think?

Dawn: Yeah, wow, you did such a great job.

Sparkle: Aww, thanks!

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Duke was so annoying.

Duke: Hey!

Fierdan: *looks over his shoulder at Duke and laughs*

Duke: That.. that was uncalled for.

Fierdan: What? You are a fool.

[Twinkle enters the hallway they're all in.]

Twinkle: You guys look pretty. 

Duke: Thanks.

Twinkle: I didn't know you and Fierdan would look that good.

Fierdan: Uh.. thanks.

Twinkle: You should wear makeup more often. It makes your eyes even prettier.

Duke: I don't know about tha--

Twinkle: *repeats "pretty eyes" to herself* Pretty eyes... 

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yeah idk lol have this.

~ Cutepups ;-)

tired heh...

I wasn't really in the mood to post yesterday (but I was typing something at midnight). I'm not entirely in the mood to post now either, but here I am despite that.

I don't know lol. Around an hour or two ago, I got a headache and even more tired than before. Geez.. ouch. Ugh.

School.. heh. Not as bad today. It's okay, I guess. Yeah sure.

I don't think my skit idea makes that much sense. It's just.. well, I don't know how to really explain it.

Fierdan and Duke.. hhfgh haha. These hecking fiery boys. Pfft.

Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. In this case, I'm referring to how I think about my skits and how I try to post often. Is it worth it? I don't know. I'm just here typing away, I guess. Thinking about myself since this is my blog and all. Yeah.

I could get more attention if I post my personal ramblings somewhere else, but I also like the private comfortness of posting on here. I want comments/feedback, but at the same time, I feel relieved when I get nothing. Yeah ugh, I don't get myself at all. Smh.

What the heck? I feel so bad all of a sudden. The physical kind. Ugh.

Hmm, I'm gonna go to sleep early. I'm too tired to stay awake. It's so early though.

I intentionally bring temporary anxiety (idk how to word things) onto myself, so that I can stay awake and alert in school. Dang it, me, why are you like this? Yeah, uh.. heck.

Enough sleep? What the heck is that? 

Uhh.. I don't know why I decided to create a post now. This post is horrible, I'm sorry.

I want to draw Dawn some more. Not now, of course, but at some point soon. I want to draw her better. I want to draw her with her different looks that you guys don't know about. 

Ok so yeah lol. I'll totally do that. Maybe. 

I don't know what I'm ever doing. 

Well.. yeah, I'm done.

Bye now.

~ Cutepups ..

end of another sunday

Well, another Sunday and weekend is over. It's the start of another week. Yeah...

I'm up late because I want to type something in a post now. Again, again.

So.. huh.. where should I begin? Hmm...

I have another skit in mind. I wanted to post it sometime this weekend, but then I changed my mind because of reasons. Things happened, I got distracted; same old excuses.

I'm going all over the place with this post. Oh well, deal with it. I'm a mess, so what do you expect from me? 

While I was sitting in the car, I thought of Duke. Well, damn, I feel like I idealize his character too much. Again, again. So then I thought of what he did in some older (but not the old-old type- I don't think about that mess intentionally anymore) chapters. Duke.. geez.. I really hate him for the sh*t he did. He's so bad, and it's frustrating. I kinda really hate him, to be honest.

And of course, the same could be said about Fierdan. But I was thinking about Duke more than him when I was in the car.

I don't want to explain why I think this way. Whenever I think of Dawn nowadays, I see her as a symbol of growth and recovery. Especially recovery. Kinda like plants growing out of the dirt. Well, I'm thinking of making a Dawn themed poem around that plants and dirt concept. Dawn went through a lot. She has suffered. 

Dawn and recovery.. oh dang, that's some good stuff. Mm, oh god.

I'm just gonna type whatever I want to. My thoughts are constantly being disorganized and messy.

I had a dream I was driving a car and had to get to a specific destination. The brakes weren't working. I was nervous.

I had another dream where I was in one of my classes at school. Most people got assigned the iMovie project, but a few- one being me- got assigned the 2-3 page paper assignment. I felt relieved. That dream was realistic, I thought at first.

Yeah, dreams. They're something. Yeah.

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I can't stop thinking about it. 

[Their] words keep replaying in my head.

God.. here I am typing another post at midnight instead of sleeping. Why am I doing this to myself? 

Why do I do this to myself?

I'm listening to certain songs with a certain mood right now. What a strange mood this is.

My (extended) family is doing pretty bad nowadays. Life is a mess. Hey, I'm also there. I'm also nervous. I'm also worried. I'm scared too, you know.

I really want to believe that everything will end up okay. But will it really? I really don't know.

I'm so scared. I hate being scared.

I don't know what to do. 

I'm closer than I've ever been. So why.. why...

Why am I scared of it now?

Why am I scared of it?

I'm so close to it, yet I'm keeping myself so far away.

I know this is all very vague. This kinda sounds like another one of my poorly written poems.

Why is it that more people like the poems I'm not that proud of? I don't understand.

Why am I scared of opening up and admitting the truth to them? 

Damn it.. why! 

I'm not doing that bad mentally/emotionally right now. I haven't reached a low in a few weeks, really. Not a low-low.

So I doubt I really need it. Am I faking? I mean, I'm doing pretty okay now.

Don't believe it. Don't give in. You'll fall again, Cutepups. You'll always fall again. At some point, you will. It's inevitable. 

Stop dismissing it. Accept it. They know. It can happen. You wanted this, right? It can actually happen for real. 

I'm scared of telling them everything. I don't want to hurt them any more. 

Tears. Fear? Anger? Disbelief? Sadness? Grief? Relief? Love? Comfort? I don't know reactions. I never know what I'll be expecting from people.

What am I hinting at? You know.. certain stuff. Yeah.. that thing. 

I really can't stop thinking about it.

And now, people irl know. 

They kinda know that I (might, possibly, probably) need it.

God.. I don't know.

One thing that distracted me was all of this.

I'm a mess. I'm okay, and I'm afraid of falling again.

But at the same time, I'm relieved about it. 

What a sick form of validation this is. Validation of suffering and pain. Huh.

2018 is the year of change. Change for the better.

I'll continue to try to be positive. No matter what.

Thinking of death so much was a stupid thing of me to do. That was ridiculous.

I'm trying...

Please believe me.

~ Cutepups 

Duke vent: Who are you really?

At the end of November, I sketched a few drawings while I was upset and panicking. I already posted two, and the one I'll be posting here will be another one that I haven't posted before. I think I mentioned this one before though.

I started this drawing as a messy sketch in November. In the past few weeks, I cleaned up the lines and colored it in.

I forgot which month I drew it in, but I posted a Fierdan vent. This drawing is supposed to be a Duke vent. While I started it when I was venting, I intended for this to be as if Duke is the one venting.

I drew Duke as two halves from two different times in the story. The vertical line down the middle separates the two versions of Duke. 

I might have some other drawings of Duke in different times, but in this drawing, he still has what I call his "human" identity of himself. Which means he isn't demonic/dominated by Soulless yet.

The left is supposed to be Duke at the beginning of the story before he becomes aware of himself being Fierdan and then Fierdan dominating Duke's identity. Things are more lighthearted, so there's a lighter background and his wing is orange. At this point on the left, I view Duke more as a victim so I added the halo (though I forgot exactly why I added in the halo and devil horn).

The right, I think, is supposed to be a combination of Duke right before (so when Ardere dies) and in the middle of his torture arc (with Taurel). I drew his hair messier, longer, and darker than compared to the left side. He isn't fully dressed while he is in the left side. The story for Duke is darker at this point, so the background is darker and his wing is black. He's a fusion based on abuse (Fierdan and Soulless.. yikes) and Duke ends up being a killer. So maybe that's why I added the devil horn on the right side.

I added some blood on the right side to show his more destructed state here than compared to earlier in the story on the left. He also has a nosebleed on the right side because why not. There's also faint traces of blood on his left arm (the Duke on the right). Some of the blood is coming from a syringe/arrow/whatever I drew. I also added a head bandage around the left half of his forehead to cover the bullet wounds he gets after Risak shoots him there. So it's like Duke is in the middle of being tortured but not fully there? I mean, he still has his hair? Yeah, I forgot why I drew it like this. Whoops.

Well, here it is. Oh geez. Duke.. hmm.. heck.

I fixed it up a lot. It looked much worse in November and December. It actually looks better when it's colored. Huh wow.

I intentionally covered up most of the little words floating around on the top half of the drawing, so it would be hard to read. I hear those little words as worrisome background noise. Just like anxious muttering. I call it a Duke vent because the words are words about Duke that I imagine him venting about (? yeah idk).

I think the eyes on both sides make it a Duke vent. Both showing fear. Fear in the eyes. Subtle crying. Though he's more quiet on the left than compared to how he is on the right. There is a ring of purple in his eye on the right. His face pains me because of the eyes. That pained expression.. ouch.

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"Who are you really?"

(hurried whispering of words that involve Duke's identity and problems)

"I am the [Duke] Fierdan. I am the creator and the destroyer of worlds- the worlds of places and of people."

- DU | KE

Random deep quote I randomly thought of in November. What it means? Oh hmm? 

Well.. Fierdan kinda was the creator of the world which then ended up being destroyed by him and Duke. Duke was the creator of people by creating friends, but then he secondhandledly causes the deaths of most of them. 

Uh.. he's a destroyer. Dang it, boys.

Ugh, I gotta end this post now. 

Did I draw Duke too much like a girl? I don't know.

I like that deep quote. Mm.. words. Heck me up.

Ok bye.

~ Cutepups 

2/2

Oh yeah. Hi. It's Friday. Another weekend. Nice. :)

Today, my family and I celebrated our cat's birthday. She's six now. Wow. :) :0

It was also Groundhog Day. The day that a groundhog with a weird name becomes a weather reporter for a day. Well ok then.

I originally planned on writing a new skit, but then I changed my mind. I'll post another skit later. Not now.

I don't have anything I want to type right now. It's midnight now. So.. idk.

I have another Fierdan themed poem in mind. It's about a new drawing I started, but I'm not that satisfied with how it looks. 

Fierdan poems.. oh geez. ;; <3

I also have some Dawn and Twinkle/Stella poems in mind, but it's harder for me to word theirs than compared to Fierdan poems. 

Yeah heh whoops.

Hmm.. I could say some unrelated story things, but they don't really fit in this post mood I currently have.

Yeah, I'm not going to go into that. I'll explain in another post.

Good night. <3

~ Cutepups

it's february- time for skit

January is over, so it's February now. Huh.. ok then. 

Another month. Yeah, how about that.

Time for a new skit. Ah yes. 

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[Date: February 1st. Time: 4:00 pm. Location: Somewhere in the house. Sparkle is walking toward the front door as if she is going to leave the house. Twinkle is standing in the hallway near the door.]

Sparkle: *flings her pink purse over her shoulder and then turns head to look at Twinkle*

Twinkle: Uh.. what do you want from me?

Sparkle: You look much better with short hair.

Twinkle: *doesn't look convinced* Uh.. thanks?

Sparkle: You looked so awkward with long hair. It doesn't suit you.

Twinkle: Hey, what was wrong with my long hair?

Sparkle: It looked.. bad.

Twinkle: *pauses then says* Alright, well, thanks!

Sparkle: Wait, what?

Twinkle: I intentionally cut my hair short, and I like my hair a lot more when it looks like this. Long hair keeps on getting in the way.

Sparkle: That's true. Taking care of long hair is more work.

Twinkle: Yeah. I was getting tired of that too, so I got rid of most of my hair.

Sparkle: Yeah, I see that. You look far less ugly when you have less hair. Well, on your head.

Twinkle: *puts a hand on a hip* You flirt very badly. Did you know that?

Sparkle: I wasn't--

Twinkle: I wouldn't date you anyways.

Sparkle: Pfft.

Twinkle: So, where are you going?

Sparkle: I'm going to the store. I want to see if there's anything new that I could make a video about and post.

Twinkle: Oh, like the olden days?

Sparkle: Yeah, I guess.

Twinkle: Cool, I'm going with you.

Sparkle: But--

Twinkle: I'll be right back. Gotta fetch my jacket. It's pretty cold outside.

Sparkle: Well, it's winter.

Twinkle: *quickly walks away to another room, returns back less than a minute later*

Sparkle: Okay, let's go.

Twinkle: Okay.

[Fifteen minutes later, and they have entered the store. Cashier-Girl-No-Lady smiles and waves at them as they walk deeper into the store.]

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Hey, girls!

Sparkle: Oh hey!

Twinkle: *pauses then says* Oh. Hi.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: I haven't seen you in so long, Twinkle! How's it going?

Twinkle: Oh. Life is okay.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: That's good to hear.

Twinkle: Yeah.

Sparkle: *looks around the store* Why are you the only one working? I swear, every time I come here I only see you.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Yeah, well...

Sparkle: Well, what?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: I'm not gonna give up on this place.

Twinkle: Why not? Would you rather just quit already? I'm pretty sure that Sparkle is the only customer you have left.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: I.. uh.. *points at one of the shelves* We got new merchandise. It's over there.

Sparkle: Oh cool, let's check it out. *grabs Twinkle's arm and walks toward the shelf*

Twinkle: *looking at a shelf* I'm not interested in makeup.

Sparkle: Well, I am! *stares at the shelf full of makeup products*

Twinkle: *sighs and turns to see Cashier-Girl-No-Lady behind her*

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: It's also.. well, I need a way to get my own money. I need money.

Twinkle: Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry if I was a little too tough on you.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Oh, don't worry about it! It's fine, Twinkle! Besides, I have another shelf of new merchandise.

Twinkle: New.. what?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: *leads Twinkle to another part of the store* Here.

Twinkle: *gasps* Whoa, these look great!

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: *points to a black one with a light blue embroidery that's in the shape of flowers* Want to try this one on?

Twinkle: Oh yeah!

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: *picks it up and points to a pile of white shirts and picks up one in particular* And here's the shirt it goes with.

Twinkle: Ah, that's awesome. Thanks. *holds the items and heads for the fitting rooms*

[While Twinkle is in the fitting room, Sparkle looks at the employee with excitement.]

Sparkle: This makeup is amazing! It's the good brand, too!

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: *smiles* Yeah, that's a good sign.

Sparkle: You bet! It kinda makes me want to have a sleepover with you, so we can give each other makeovers.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: *arches eyebrow* Oh, is that so?

Sparkle: *blushes* It's just an idea. 

[Dawn enters the door and smirks.]

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Oh, hey there! How's it going, Dawn?

Dawn:*walks toward them* Good. It's been good.

Sparkle: What are you doing here?

Dawn: I wanted to know where Twinkle went. I had the feeling she went with you.

Sparkle: Oh, she did.

Dawn: Then where is she?

Sparkle: *points to the fitting rooms* In there.

Dawn: Oh okay.

Sparkle: Yeah, well, I'm gonna buy this makeup I'm holding now.

Dawn: *grins mischievously at Sparkle before she follows Cashier-Girl-No-Lady to the cash register* If I didn't know you're straight, I would think you were just flirting with the cashier.

Sparkle: I was not!

Dawn: I know. Makeovers sound like fun.

Sparkle: *sighs and takes out wallet to pay for the makeup*

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: *takes Sparkle's money and puts it in the cash register, puts the receipt in the bag and gives it to Sparkle*

Sparkle: Thanks.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Thank you for your purchase. Have a nice day!

[Twinkle, in different clothes, steps out of the fitting room.]

Dawn: Whoa...

Twinkle: *smiles and walks toward them with confidence* I like this look.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: That's good to hear. 

Sparkle: You look like a boy.

Dawn: You look amazing. Oh my god, Twinkle!

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: That's not all. Trace your nails over the blue part.

Twinkle: Why?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Just do it.

Twinkle: Uh.. okay. *does that*

[From the light blue parts, small light blue flames appear.]

Sparkle: Okay, what the heck is this?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: I had it customized just for Twinkle. 

Twinkle: Oh, I doubt I have enough money to pay for this though.

Dawn: That's okay, Twinkle. I'll pay her.

Sparkle: *sighs*

Dawn: *takes out a handful of dollar bills from her pocket and stuffs them into Cashier-Girl-No-Lady's hand* Keep the change.

Sparkle: Where the heck did you get that much money from?

Dawn: Don't ask questions. Keep the change, I won't need it.

Sparkle: Huh...

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: Umm.. okay. Thanks.

Dawn: No problem. Twinkle can't just leave the store without that shirt and suit jacket.

Sparkle: Oh, so that's why Twinkle looks like a boy.

Twinkle: I feel like this would be something that Duke would wear. Except that this one is blue.

Sparkle: I just realized something. I like looking at you a lot more when you look adrogynous.

Twinkle: Oh.. uh.. thanks? 

Sparkle: Uh.. yeah.

Dawn: By the way, don't genderize clothes.

Sparkle: Genderize?

Dawn: Yeah. Ryen told me we shouldn't do that.

Sparkle: Uh.. why? 

Dawn: Fierdan told him to stop.

Sparkle: Oh.. okay.

Dawn: Did you guys know that one time, Fierdan wore a dress? Well, that was before he called himself that. He told me not to tell you guys, but oh well. It's not like he's here.

Sparkle: *eyes widen* He.. he what?

Twinkle: Anyway, this outfit is my aesthetic. It reminds me of something Duke might wear. But blue is a better color than orange.

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: I think that, too. It looks very good on you.

Twinkle: Thanks for having this. I love it!

Sparkle: Are you telling me that Fierdan was a--

Dawn: Fierdan, breaking gender roles since age five.

Twinkle: What the heck?

Dawn: I wonder what Duke would look like in a dress. I know he would refuse to wear one though.

Sparkle: They won't wear dresses. What the heck is wrong with you?

Dawn: Haha, my bad. I should've explained. I was looking at some of those old pictures in that box Brock found a few weeks ago.

Twinkle: Oh...

Dawn: Danny stopped being cute at age eight.

Sparkle: What did you just say?

Dawn: Oh, you know that Fierdan is a nickname, right?

Sparkle: Wait, what? It is?

Cashier-Girl-No-Lady: I'm so lost right now.

Sparkle: Me too, girl. Me too.

Twinkle: Why are we talking about him if he's not even here?

Sparkle: It's called gossiping.

Twinkle: Oh hmm...

Dawn: Oh, I just came up with a brilliant idea! You should put makeup on Fierdan! *laughs*

Sparkle: Uh.. no thanks.

Dawn: Do it.

Sparkle: No.

Dawn: Yes.

Sparkle: I'm not wasting makeup on any of those guys. I bought it with my own money, so I'm keeping the makeup for myself.

Twinkle: Just imagine.. Fierdan in eyeliner. In eyeshadow. Dang...

Sparkle: I hate all of you. Bye.

Twinkle: *waves at Sparkle as she exits the store with her bag of makeup*

Sparkle: *walking outside* Damn it. Now I can picture Fierdan in makeup. And the weird part is.. he looks beautiful. *shakes head and walks faster*

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These girls...

I love them.

Makeup skit? Oh hmm mm.

That's beautiful. 

What a look.

There you have it, folks. A skit that mainly focuses on Twinkle and Sparkle instead of Duke and Brock. 

That's nice. 

I got inspiration from someone. Haha yeah.

That's it for today. Bye now.

~ Cutepups