Aaaa theme?

I don’t have any idea either-

Grrrrh- >:| I kinda wanna use my SU au but you kinda hate it for reasons beyond me. I mean, I could use trap but ehhhh…I’m not in a sour enough mood. Also for some weird reason I don’t rp Trap well when I’m hungry-

THeN WHy DoeS iT FeeL LiKe yOu Do? You hate the fusion, you have a certain dislike to Steven that I noticed and stuff.

L i e S * Yeets frosting in your face * Anyway I’m using the hyperactive kiddo-at-heart

I have the feeling that he and Gold would get along due to their similar child energy- yesiknowStevenis16-17butshutupokay

Yas, and they can go get freaking desserts, etc. bc Steven HaS MoNey oR SoMeTHiNG- I’m not sure but d e s s e r t s a n d s t u f f . Oh my god I can see them both on the slide and all the children are staring at them like “ wthell? “ oh yeah since this is FANTASYLAND- no corona yay

Grgrgr >:((( FA stop it, why- no- bad. Leave Ella alone >:< Anyway what do you think? Also, what’s the main event/theme of the rp gonna be? Like, example: a zombie apocalypse. Oh my god I want that to happen now heck- no, no, no, no, no, MILK DEMON DO NOT MAKE IT A DRAMA OVERLOAD. This is gonna be nice and fun and sweet, and childish okay? Dear god brain

Bad FA, bad. * slaps FA * True (but that part of me that’s a drama queen kinda wants a zombie apocalypse oh god)

SoDa DRaMa ZOMBIES ZOMBIES ZOMBIES AAAA- ok so to make both sides of me happy we’ll start off nice and calm but then, random news guy says stuff about zombie apocalypse and it starts or something

Dear god I have never felt so split apart in my life.

So who starts

Uh I have no starting ideas-

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Aaa oki And fiiiine I’ll start

* Steven yawned as he woke up. He stretched, and as he did so, his back made an awfully loud clicking noise. (Air bubbles dw he’s fine-) He rubbed his eyes and shuffled over to the side of the bed, then stood up and went to the drawer, grabbed a clean set of clothes (I wonder how many star shirts he has lmao) and his jacket that was hanging on the doorknob of the bathroom door. He went into the bathroom to change, and a few minutes later, was wearing his usual jeans, black start shirt, and pink jacket look. * “ What a great day to be awake! “ * he cheerfully said to himself as he casually bubble rolled down the stairs. (Reference to a scene in the Movie in the beginning) *

(LOL NOOOO-) * the bubble shifted slightly, tossing Steven around a bit. * “ woah- “ * He said dizzily. The bubble at that moment then burst at the bottom of the stairs. Steven oriented himself, still a bit dizzy. (Bro how do you NOT get dizzy when rolling upside down, all around and stuff in a bubble) * “ Of all places to snooze…you chose the stairs? “ (wait do they know each other or-)

“ if you’re that tired, just sit on the couch? I could’ve crushed you. “ * Steven sighed and attempted to calm down. aNGeR iSN’T GooD. * “ is this how he feels about taking care of me? “ (not talking about Gold by the way, but you-know-who ;]) “ well…I was planning on you know…buying fudge from the bakery nearby, but if you wanna snooze all day… “ +v+

(LMFAO PINEAPPLES)

“ since when are wood stairs comfortable? And yes, fudge. “ * Steven questions Gold’s brain’s decision. Then, Steven sticks his hand into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a few bucks. * (where did he get that, WHeRe DiD He GeT THaT)

“ hah, I guess you want to go? But this time if you get tired I’m not carrying you. Carry yourself. “ * Steven opens the front door since Gold can’t reach. (Idk if that’s a kind action or an offensive one.) * “ after you. “

(Both nice and mean lol) * a few minutes later, at the bakery because I’m freaking lazy okay? Deal with it * “ sooooo what flavor do you want? “ (Steven actually being a good-ish father figure (but not really) for once lmao)

“ uhhh…not all of them, but I’ll let you pick two flavors you want. I’ve seen your sugar rushes… “ * he sighed in exasperation as he remembered the time Gold was LITERALLY bouncing off the walls. *

“ I don’t want the house destroyed, Gold…it took ages to clean the broken EVERYTHING! “

“ my point is I’m only letting you have two small pieces of fudge for today. Take it or leave it. “

“ so, I’ll ask again. What flavors do you want? “ (Steven stop your Pearl is showing, oh yeah also have this)

“ alright. We’ll have two small chocolate fudges, a medium strawberry and a medium chocolate. “ * at the house again. Because…yes… *

* Steven sighed loudly. * “ Yes, you can have yours. Take it…I really don’t even care anymore… “ (now that, my buddies, is the sign of a person that’s done with their friend/kid/something of some sort) * He laid down on the couch, just…worn out. *

“ yay…yeah…zzzz… “

“ can’t stop meeee… “ * Steven snuggled up on the couch. UwU so adowabwle *

“ sssss…stooooppppp… “ * Steven lightly shoved Gold away and grasped a pillow close to him. (Ok, why am I making this so adorable…I don’t know why-) *

* WHiNiNG iNTeNSiFieS * “ JuST LeMme SLeeeP! you GoT youR FuDGe! “

“ zzz… “

* Steven clutches the pillow quite hard. Wonder what’s going on in his dreams? Ehh, it’s not like you’ll ever know. Hey, what’s on the news? *

Tv: “ this just in! Walking dead have been found lurking around on Beach city and have been biting people, multiplying in numbers. Be careful out there! “

Tv: “ and now, a commercial break. “ * something something something… * “ …Outdoor Survival kit, just $19.99! “

(LOL, snatch Steven’s wallet) “ …? Zzzzz… “ * He shuffled a little…and…is that drool…? * (from comedy to concern to comedy to horror to comedy again-)

(Lol what if the delivery guy gets bit on the way…wait, what if the delivery guy is J A M I E ? +++_+++) * Steven rolls off the couch by accident and wakes up from the sudden pain. Ouch. * “ oW- ow…that hurt… “

“ ah- s-sorry. “ * he got off of Gold hastily. *

" well gee, sorry. " ' why does he act so much like Peridot though? ' ;;

(ack i went off on a tangent and got distracted.) " er- why do you have my wallet? "

" I know there's a reason. tell me. Or no desserts OR doritos for a week. " (why u gotta be so heartless Steven) * As Steven said that, he attempted to nab the wallet back. *

" Gold...give. me. my. wallet. You've seen me mad before, would you like that now? " * Steven stared surprisingly coldly at Gold before sighing and placing his head in his hands. * " why did i ever agree to let you stay over...? "

* Steven sighed quietly once more. * " thank you. but why did you have it in the first place...? " * he placed the wallet back into his pocket. *

" You make it sound like it WAS something. What is going on, the zombie apocalypse or something? haha, that's impossible. " (real discreet, Steven. real discreet.)

" ...you're joking, right? "