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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]//what even is this


    Mythicalkit was bored. Practically everyone was in a pissy mood and it dampened the young optimist's spirits. He understood that no one would really be happy after all of the stuff that Seafoam had put them through but he couldn't understand why they couldn't at least try. He was one to always stay calm or at least cheery in dire situations. He always looked on the bright side of life and did not get why others couldn't just do the same.


    'Maybe it's cause they aren't you. Ever thought of that?'


    That voice again. Sarcastic as ever but speaking the truth. The truth that he didn't like to admit. Not everyone had the power to be so happy. It came down to the will power of the individual. They had to be strong enough to smile in the face of devastation. He had to admit, it was hard. Hard to be happy constantly. But he tried his best and that was all that mattered. He was happy in place of others so that he could try to spread it.


    And now was a perfect example of him attempting to stay positive. He was bored and had found a solution. Since they were living on the beach, he had thought about some creative way to cheer everyone up. Or at least the select few that he personally cared about. So he was in the midst of creating the best damn pillow fort in the history of pillow forts. He had found some furniture whilst on a walk and had decided that the least damaged items of furniture were the ones he would use in his ultimate fort. He had collected a bunch of pillows and blankets and was setting them up around the main big chair that he had found, a grin plastered on his face as he pushed up his glasses. This was by far his best idea. It was time consuming yet fun.


    "Mythical's Magical Mansion? That sounds pretty cool~" he muttered to himself with a triumphant hmph. That was the best name for the best fort ever. He was on a roll.


    [align=center][spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][justify]GENERAL- Mythicalkit Vargas-Muse | blair x ?? | male | pansexual, panromatic | polyamorous | 4 moons | sunclan | child | adoptive brother of Gameboy | sinner of the sinning trash squad ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) | wears glasses


    POWERS-
    eye manipulation | can absorb spirits (doesn't know about this yet | manipulation of soundwaves | invisibility | flower prints | ability to glow | conjuration


    BODIES;
    domestic feline [ref]


    INTERACTION;
    fairly easy but puts up a fight | extremely easy mentally | attack in bold and italics #9ea467 | no kill or maim | pm for capture | pm for plots


    OTHER;
    HISTORY | ASK | HEARTCHART | BIO | LETTERS

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt](Hahaha, wow this is sure late af, sorry!! + retro to recent character developments
    By the way, this is pure gold Rad, shhh)


    While most were going through tough time with their positive moods being fallen apart, there was Gameboy was really trying to get himself recovered. Yet after what Seafoam had gone to him, he was honestly unsure over how could he not suffer as back then, it was a rather disturbing event for him to go through. Yet what all mattered in the end was Gameboy put an effort to make himself be happy again, to be optimistic and be Gameboy himself. He was thankful that he was at least having a mind to believe that everything was going to be alright. It will be, he just knew. Yet how long will it take? And will he ever get to truly experienced it for himself? Who knew, and that was what Gameboy seriously hated about. The waiting game During the present time, Gameboy was having a stroll across the beach. After what he had to do through lately, he needed get himself calm down before his mind would have gone haywire in the end, and of course, things won't go very great if it did happen.


    He tried to focus on the waves beside him, watching them roll over the shore then away, repeat. Similar to how he was breathing, in then out, repeat. It was surprisingly effective and he had been doing it a lot now, even was he doing it now. Until he thought he heard his brother speaking out loud, making his thoughts snapped and faded away before he glanced over to see... what the fuck. Seeing his brother with a huge pile of pillows, it made him amazed as he wondered how on earth could a young kid find so many pillows. Curious to know what was it for, Gameboy slowly approached over to his brother was and still amazed, he inquired, "Whoa bud, what is this all about?" He would then stop by beside Mythicalkit before he observed the pillow fort before him, noticing the blankets there too with his green eyes widened slightly. Was his brother hosting some sort of a pillow party or what?