MIDNIGHT SHENANIGANS [leon]

[valdis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] don't you want to see these clothes on me It was all tippy toes that night. While Valdis had no experience in such incriminating enterprises as spying, the petite girl had taken many years of ballet as a child and knew [through force] how to be light on her feet. This was certainly no ballet recital. No, no, much more important. Today she was going to aid those tormented by their fearsome evil dictator, liberating them with the choice, no, the freedom to be who they wanted to be! Or maybe she was going to dress up some duckies in cute little fashions. Just the same thing, right? Val never slept when she was excited about something. It should have been a warning to those around when the lights to the frilly little boutique did not go out at the closing hour. The same spirited silhouette skipping and dancing, prancing by the layers of lace that cloaked her windowpanes. A whole three hours later, twelve o'clock on the dot, the lights went out. Moments later, the bubbly proprietor, concealed by a cloak of black, exited, bringing with her a wagon, contents covered by the same material that dressed herself. It was a bit of a hike from the business district to the ranches, especially when the only obstacles that impeded her were the heels of her knee-high boots. Relentless in her cause, she navigated the terrorizing terrain, squinting along the dimly lit path to tell what really big piece of farm from the next. The gentle stir and content quacks of Leon's ducks gave way to her destination. If sleepy Leon never managed to stay awake during the day, he certainly would never manage to be awake during the hours he was supposed to be asleep. As buzzed creatures such as herself were awake at all hours, this left the boring hour of midnight to be the perfect opportunity for her project. Val hauled her little wagon full of wares up the slight hill with no trouble, managing to unlatch the gate with no trouble whatsoever. Seriously, he'd have better security if he loved his ducks so much! And there they all were, spread far across his plot, either nestled contently into the grasses or indulging in a late night walk around the farm. "Sweet baby duckies," Valdis cooed softly when she uncovered the wagon, dull black cotton giving way to exotic silks of every color. There was an outfit for every single one of them, no matter how big or small. No one was to be left out tonight. And so she went about grabbing each duck, the super professional way she saw Leon always do it, shushing them with a slight poke on the beak before wrapping and clipping all her little models... WORDS: 456 TAGS: leon! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[LEON M.]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true] leon madsen The day had started out fantastic. Since it had been quite a sunny day it was perfect for doing work outside. Even with the challening soil. Besides the usual crop work and feeding the ducks, Leon had some things around the farm he had to repair. They had been lying there for around a week now, the table and chair he had forgotten to move inside when the snow came during the winter, which broke the legs on the table and the back of the chair. It wasn't as if he had ignored the job, he just had too many other things to do to give it even any thought. After being done with his routine morning chores and making sure the ducks were alright - he regularly checked them for injuries or other physical abnormalities - he rounded them all up close to him to keep him company while he fixed the outdoor furniture. Since it was the season to start sitting outdoors in the sun and have a good time, he needed to fix them before it was too late. He could use them during the summer and fall, of course, but it was something special about the spring. It was nice having the ducks quack happily next to him, while he screwed and hammered and what not. He kept a smile on his face until he was done and had to go to the store. He had read somewhere a tutorial on how to make your own wine, which he had always wanted to try, but he had to buy the seeds and plant them first, to grow grapes for the process. The moment he left the sheltered farm of his his smile vanished. His facial expression went back to his normal non-existent one, which wasn't new or anything special to Leon, because that was just how he was. Smiling all the time was tiring anyway. After he got home from the store with all his shopping bags, having packed them away into cupboards and refrigerators and the likes, Leon sat down on the newly fixed chair with half a watermelon and enjoyed the still warming sun. A couple of his ducks wobbled up to him and nibbed at his legs, so he shared some of his watermelon and then closed his eyes. Before he knew it he was drifting into a deep slumber. Everything around him disappeared and he was off into dreamland. tagged: valdis ♦ notes: idk she didn't really do anything to wake him up so i just wrote this- made by habbue

[valdis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] don't you want to see these clothes on me It was a good thing Val had gotten so ahead of herself when putting together this collection of duck clothing. She had completely underestimated just how many ducks Leon had on his farm. No, she was plenty happy to continue dressing and preening the entire lot of them. Some wore extravagant coats with additional feathers woven onto them. Others wore snug little caps and uniforms, professions ranging from a 'decorated' police officer to a sparkly nurse. Her personal favourite, of course, was the princess one, who wore a puffy tutu underneath the silk gown she had sewn together, a precious silver tiara encrusted with precious gems placed upon its head. One thing she definitely hadn't accounted for was Leon. Well, yeah, she knew Leon would be around, but she didn't think he'd be sleeping right outside his house. Leon slept lots of places. In beds, under trees, on benches. Val had a theory that, when he was wandering around town, he wasn't really awake; Leon probably sleep-walked throughout the entirety of his day sometimes. If she hadn't quickly covered her mouth, the sound of her surprised squeal when finding him surely would've woken the grumpy duck farmer. With those same silent tippy-toes, the stealthy designer wandered around the back of the house and continued her dress-up escapade. Not only did Val manage to dress every single duck on Leon's property without even a peep, she clothed the entire lot of them in only one hour! And they were all so precious! She, very carefully, pressed her hands together and performed a silent clap for all of her beautiful babies. They watched her, some even following, as she darted back to where her empty wagon now sat, pulling it along with her as she came back to the ranch gate. She jumped when she felt something brush against her leg, only to find the princess gazing longingly up at her from the ground at her boots. "Oh, Pretty Princess Ducklette," she whispered softly, kneeling down and hugging the royal canard to her flat chest, "I want to take you with me too, but you gotta stay here! How else is Leon going to see how beautiful you are!" Pretty Princess Ducklette was having none of that. The irritated buck royally decreed her frustration with a loud quack. And another. And another. And soon, stirred by Her Majesty, a dozen ducks began to squack, startling Valdis so badly that she squealed herself and added to the noisy chorus. She hurried to escape before they woke Leon, only to trip right as she opened the gate. Laying face down in the grass, Val struggled to get back to her feet. The flock of ducks were already taking advantage of this opportunity, fleeing at either side of her towards their freedom. WORDS: 467 TAGS: leon! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[LEON M.]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top,true] leon madsen Sometimes his dreams were vivid and lucid, elaborate plays going off right in front of his eyes. His closed eyes, of course, because Leon didn't sleep with his eyes open. In fact, he always wondered how people could sleep with their eyes open. Wasn't it some sort of defense mechanism to have ones eyes closed during sleep? Then again, Leon wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, so he really didn't know. The dream he was having now wasn't vivid, however. It was bland and boring, something involving drinking tea and eating biscuits. Now, Leon loved sweet things, but he didn't enjoy sitting around a bitty gathering and engaging in small talk. It was a wonder why he was even dreaming about it, but one could ask why people dreamt about a lot of things. Because of his dream not being as vivid as he was used to, his ear caught up some disturbance and he was abruptly woken. His eyes opened to dark surroundings, but he could still make out the setting of his ranch. Good. He hadn't wandered off into town, at least. But what was going on? He recognised the commotion that had woken him to be the cries of his ducks, but why? He stood up from the chair he was sitting in - for some reason he had maintained his position throughout his sleep - and rushed over quickly to where the noise was coming from. No need to remain calm or collected when his favoured ducks were in disarray. What greeted him on the other side of his house was his ducks all covered in various, colourful clothing - why? - and the figure of a girl lying in the grass, whom he recognised to be the annoying designer girl who had had her eyes on his ducks for the longest time. Was it because of this? To dress up his ducks? Why in the world -- but there was another concern, he realised. A far greater. In the midst of the duck chaos, the gate was open, and almost half the number of ducks had already fled their comfortable habitat. "What have you done?" he hissed down at the girl, confusion and desperation evident in his eyes. He grabbed the girl by her arm and hoisted her to her feet. "You're gathering them up with me." He then proceeded to guide her out the gate after the last of his ducks. tagged: valdis ♦ notes: i'm really sorry this took almost two months ; 3; made by habbue