Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
She’s been defending the Earth since the early 90s and she’s very tired.
My name is Tominaga Haruka. I was chosen by a magical talking animal, and for the last 29 years I’ve been Earth’s one and only… Wonder-Sparkle Princess.
she’s been fighting the same villains for three decades and they are also tired of it. Most of them aren’t giving it their all. Half of them are in a groupchat they’ve added her to where they schedule their evil plans to make sure they don’t interfere with each other, or more importantly, with *her*
Xalkrax the space demon from outer space decided to attack the city when she was taking her vacation time once, and now he’s dead, because even the power of friendship and redemption can’t save you if you interrupt her rare vacations
Demon Queen Eluria: Gonna fill the city people’s hearts with hatred on thursday to cause mayhem and discord.
Wonder-Sparkle Princess: Can’t, got a PTA meeting.
Demon Queen Eluria: Friday?
Wonder-Sparkle Princess: A birthday party.
Demon Queen Eluria: Damn. How about I fill just the mayor’s heart with hatred then?
Wonder-Sparkle Princess: That’d be redundant, lol. Maybe fill his heart with a desire to fix the fucking potholes?!
Demon Queen Eluria: LMFAO love you, bitch. Stay strong.
Wonder-Sparkle Princess: You too, gurl. How’s the husband? Still dead?
Demon Queen Eluria: Yep. Thanks for that, btw.
Wonder-Sparkle Princess: Don’t mess with my time off :p
Why are people tagging this ’#wonder sparkle princess’ like that’s a thing and not a name I made up exclusively for this post?
“Alright. No worries. We all got scars. Part of life. Wouldn’t freak me out at all… Unless the scars start talking. I had a recurring dream in my teens that my burns would talk to me. Sounded like my mother… Ugh.” She shuddered at the thought and once he was comfortable she started working on removing the glitter. Scars were really no big deal to her. “I think I got lice once in my early twenties but then I had the money to actual get the weird smelling hair cream… You know what I learned tho? You can use mayo to treat lice? Guess it suffocates them. The things you learn with a wifi connection.”
“If it were a normal scar I’d not bother mentioning it, it’s just, well… it was surgical,” he said, not wanting to get into the gritty details as to why he had a surgical scar on his head, because admitting you weren’t just a natural born genius isn’t one thing he took any joy in admitting. “What burns did you mean?” he asked, as he listened to her explain her own scar.
“Also, mayo smells disgusting,” Rocket added, as he started flipping through his music player to put something on while she worked the glitter out of his fur.
The song he picked was NYC Girl from The Orion Express, he let it play and kept his head still as she combed the glitter out of his fur.
“Meh still don’t care. I like you scars and all Rocket. Ya don’t ever have to worry about that.” She wouldn’t push it, she knew self hate wasn’t something you got over overnight. It was somethin that lingered. “Oh I got a handful of burn scars on my back and ass, a few on my feet but those don’t really show. Can’t really see any of the ones on my hands either. Then again they are the oldest and my other scars cover those.” Being an accident prone child she wasn’t a stranger to scars. Honestly she didn’t think too much about it. “Mayo does stink.. hate mayo. There are a rare few things with mayo in it that I would actual eat.” As she cleaned up his fur she would wipe the glitter on her pant leg. Smooth fabric was easier to clean. When the song started an eyebrow raised. She hadn’t heard this before, but it was quite a bop. A slight blush crept across her face when she remembered Rocket said the song reminded him of her. Thankfully he was facing away at the moment.
Skin against skin, butt and bone You’re drawing by yourself so you must atone Boys or girls, when you draw their rears There’s one rule that you must adhere
LET THE BUTTCHEEKS KISS THE FLOOR. LET THE BUTTCHEEKS KISS THE FLOOR.
LET THE BUTTCHEEKS KISS THE FLOOR.
Thank you, that mnemonic will be stuck in my head forever now.