Flounder pranced about his favorite spot, cerulean eyes bright as he rocked out to his favorite tunes on his iPod. The thing really was useful for his art frenzies, and even more-so for his days gallumphing about the beach’s dunes and surf. Sand, salt and sea! None were to stop he!

I’ve been gone for forever, guys! Stupid internet. BUT I STILL LOVE YOU GUYSSS

wellshesmarriedtothemuffinman:

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Not The Gumdrop…Button: Making a wasted masterpiece

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Flounder sighed happily, staring down at his lovely, dark-colored, sand art. Another reef teeming with fish, but what could you expect? He wanted to chalk it up to the beach, but now the sunkissed boy was starting to think that perhaps it was due to his dreams. Of where he…

Flounder glanced up, cerulean eyes gleaming curiously before pink lips were strwtched shyly to that of a nearly-invisible smile. He calmly took the dandy sweet, placing it into his pocket. “O-ohh… Hey there…t-thanks for the candy?” He stuttered awkwardly, a bit dazzled and kind of flattered, though wondering just who the odd stranger could be. Perhaps a newcomer from his time off on vacation? Yes, that seemed quite plausible. “I’m Flounder. Its nice to meet you….?”

Gingy grinned when he took the candy. His plan worked! Who could ever say no to candy. Taking the mans hand, Gingy gave it an enthusiastic shake. “Hello Flounder. Im Gingy! Short for…Gingy I guess. The HQ never told me.”

Brushing sand off of his pants the boy stretched slightly and gazed at the ocean. It was a beautiful scene really, something right out of a picture book. “So what brings you to glaring at the sand?”

The sandy haired lad smiled sheepishly back the the chipper male who was smiling so sincerely, choosing his words with a few moments thought.

“Well… I was kind of working on my sand art, and it was beautiful… but…the tide must not agree or something. Its all gone now.”

The cerulean-eyed male pouted childishly, kicking at the sand in his anguish.

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floundertheboy:

Flounder sighed happily, staring down at his lovely, dark-colored, sand art. Another reef teeming with fish, but what could you expect? He wanted to chalk it up to the beach, but now the sunkissed boy was starting to think that perhaps it was due to his dreams. Of where he swam freely beneath an ocean of blue, and the adventures he shared with his comrades.

Unluckily for the young male, the weather was getting rough today, and his masterpiece (before he managed to take a photo, even!) became nothing but a pile of soggy memories and a wasted afternoon.

Flounder huffed in annoyence, kicking atthe beautious corpse of his day, choosing instead to think upon more sensitive issues. The lad was surely gay as the day was blue; nothing could come against that. How was he to go about finding HIS knight in shining armor, then? Was he to rot?

Berlioz decked out in his favorite swim trunks and a black wifebeater, walked along the beach. He spotted the blonde on the beach, he approached the other male. “Mon Ami? Is something the matter? Something bothering you?”.

Flounder looked up at his French counterpart, sighing softly as the dark-haired male approached him. “Aw, Garsh…. Nothin’ really… I’m just… Y-yeah…”

He blushed softly, turning his gaze down to his ruined sculpture. It made him more than a little sad, seeing his art go to ruin, but alas— there was nothing he could do.

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Flounder sighed happily, staring down at his lovely, dark-colored, sand art. Another reef teeming with fish, but what could you expect? He wanted to chalk it up to the beach, but now the sunkissed boy was starting to think that perhaps it was due to his dreams. Of where he swam freely beneath an ocean of blue, and the adventures he shared with his comrades.

Unluckily for the young male, the weather was getting rough today, and his masterpiece (before he managed to take a photo, even!) became nothing but a pile of soggy memories and a wasted afternoon.

Flounder huffed in annoyence, kicking atthe beautious corpse of his day, choosing instead to think upon more sensitive issues. The lad was surely gay as the day was blue; nothing could come against that. How was he to go about finding HIS knight in shining armor, then? Was he to rot?

Whoa, whats happened, guys? My dash is dead. D: aND no one has replied to moi!

Flounder sighed softly as he finished his most recent painting, an undersea cavern teeming with sealife and glittering softly in the glow of the moon light. “Hmm… Needs something…..more…”

The young male huffed before escaping his residence, slipping on a pair of sand-beaten converse and picking up a pack of cigs for his walk. Something continues to swim idly in the merky waters of his mind, blocking the flow of his art and churning up a typhoon of unwanted emotions.

“Dammit…. What does it need?” He uttered to himself, lightly a sweet-smelling cancer-stick with one hand and cardeing a sunkissed hand through tawny blond, sun-bleached locks.