i liKE??? STILL CANT GET OVER HOW BEAUTIFUL THIS KEIPAH IS ????
IM SO HAPPY TO OWN THEM AAA <333333
IM SO HAPPY TO OWN THEM AAA <333333
username ;; chicaa
name ;; tunturimustikka
goes by ;; tur
gender ;; ??? they dont really know eithertheir cold attitude is what shines the most. Tur just simply doesn’t care. they also get easily annoyed by everything around them, but try to shove it to the side to look badass enough to give others the 'don’t mess with me' look.
Tur doesn’t see the positive side of things, and is very pessimistic. they automatically tend to assume something is bad or wrong, even if they’re told that there’s nothing to worry about.
Tur is living an endless cycle that is filled with nothing more than trying to get money to finally achieve something. they keep going even though they are very aware of this. they lost their mother at the age of 16, and spent all the money they got on a violin. Tur really does regret everything they’ve done in life. desperately trying to go forward, this keipah struggles to find purpose. their main drive to live revolves around this one circle - they want to go forward, but they want to struggle.
Tur has a habit of sitting on the street lights. they do this every night, mostly to keep an eye out on children and torture them by stealing their candy. there are some situations where he tries to annoy the heck out of other keipahs to make their days worse than they’re already are, but this is extremely rare.
because they’re homeless, Tur is trying to get his money back by drawing backgrounds and landscapes, which requires going around the town and selling them. this is something Tur dislikes a lot too. so, if things don’t go as planned, they’re more than ready to go steal food and art supplies from shops, but have actually never been caught.the night was looking pretty. not that Tunturimustikka would admit it out loud. they’d never say anything like that. not swaggy.
there were still a plenty of people walking around the town at this time. another boring night, Tur thought to themselves, for the hundredth time.
then they saw them.
the white, but somewhat bright keipah with a small built, but who was still taller than Tur, walked past them with a plushie in their other hand. not again.
this keipah, Apple, was weird. like, super freaking weird. they walked past tur almost every day, and disappeared into the nearest toy shop to buy a plushie. out of all things, they bought plushies.
Tur hated this guy. or gal. they weren’t sure who this dude even was. but they knew they hated them with all their heart. you see, every once and awhile, Apple would, completely out of nowhere, tell Tur to get off the street lights and do something that was less lame, instead. Tur just talked back and ignored them, trying to keep their cool.
they called sitting on street lights lame. what a loser.
but they weren’t always like this. in fact, they never paid attention to each other. sure, Tur had seen Apple a couple of times before, but they really never talked.
except that one time, when Apple did tell tur to get off the street lights. however that wasn’t where it all had started.
Apple had brought Tur into their house for a night, at Easter to be exact. not because they were dating - heck, Tur didn’t have words for how much they hated the other keipah, not to mention they had absolutely no interest in any relationships. or maybe they did, they weren’t sure.
no.
it was all because Apple had gotten a heart attack when Tur decided to pop in and ask whether they wanted to buy a drawing or not. somehow they had managed to stun the other keipah, leaving no other choice than to drag them in their house for the night. Tur wouldn’t even call it a house though - it was more like a small cottage just outside the city, right next to a river that Tur had seen once.
Tur had woken up on a couch, with the smell of fresh fruits floating across the house. they lifted their head up and saw Apple in the kitchen, cutting something in half and placing it into a bowl. they remember Apple not saying a word, even when Tur had asked on why the heck were they on the other keipahs couch right now. they quickly got up, eyes landing on the floor - all of their drawings were scattered around the room.
"what the-" Tur was cut off by Apple, who placed a cigar into Tur’s mouth.
"i'll clean this up."
the awkward silence set as Apple used their, whatever those green power things were, to clean the mess that the room currently was. Tur could only watch, trying to keep cool. they still had a question in their head - what were the drawings doing on the floor in the first place? they only remember knocking on the door and stepping in when there was no answer and boom.
"is this what i get for trying to freaking sell my drawings?" Tur cursed under their breath, quiet enough for only them to hear.
"do you need anything?" Apple had asked, when they finally finished collecting all the drawings.
"no. i'm fine." Tur didn’t feel like thanking. this was all lame.
"don't scare me like that anymore."
"so this is your fault." Tur started again, but decided to remain silent.
Apple had a disappointed face when they handed over the drawings along with a small pouch, shrugging.
"whatever this all was, i hate you alright." Tur had stepped outside the house and quickly made their way back to the street light, where they’d usually spent their nights.
honestly, maybe Apple isn’t that bad after all.
...
okay no.
i swear to god, forget i ever said that.
