#HE'S SUPPOSEDly very skinny let's pretend it's intentional

[silasbug]

fanart doodles for Crime and Remission by blatantblue, which is *chefs kiss* so good.

left from chapter 9, right from chapter 8.

looks a lot better if you squint at them from a distance.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: punch drunk princess; jay white [m]

Notes:

okay so.. this one was another sent to my main’s ask. but it was sent so long ago that I honestly forget who exactly sent it, oops? Anyway, this belongs to the whole vamp x human universe that I created for Jay White and my oc, Esme. Maybe one day I’ll make something out of it.

Summary:

Jay put a glamour so strong on Esme years ago that she’s totally forgotten him. But when they’re reunited because he sought her out and chose her to do his interview Jay decides that maybe he wants to remind her exactly who he is and what they were to each other. Fingering and hand jobs, body fluids. Mature.

Pairing:

Jay White x OFC, Esme

Warnings:

hand jobs and fingering, body fluids, risky sexual situation, use of mental manipulation / a glamour and some pretty intense bickering and banter back and forth.

Esme took a deep breath and smoothed her hands down the black leather strapless dress. One quick glimpse at herself in the mirror and she was ready.. Well, as ready as one gets to go out and give a tempermental self proclaimed vampire an interview.

… just get out there,  let him do his promo and  don’t ask any of the questions on the no ask list. It’s not that hard, Esme… she reminded herself as she reached for the door handle and took two long and deep breaths to center herself  a little bit.

Having never met a man who claimed to be a decades old vampire before,  Esme was torn between believing the stories she’d heard and thinking the man was all show and no go; secretly leaning more towards the latter if it really mattered.

Given the men  she /had/ encountered -and been let down by, it wasn’t a real stretch for her imagination.

“You’re on in ten, Essie.”

“Mark, we’ve discussed this. It’s Esme.  E-S-M-E. Surely you can remember a four letter name and stop trying to make it cute?” Esme’s tone was sharp and Mark, the stage hand winced, but Esme just fluffed his hair and  straightened his tie. “Is my coffee ready too?”

“Already out front.” Mark assured her.

Esme stared at the black velvet curtain separating her from the professional wrestler she was about to interview.

“Four seconds.” someone called out and Esme started to make her way to the curtain. When she stepped through, she took her seat quickly.

The man sitting next to her was decked out in a designer leather  trench coat, leather skinny jeans and a pair of pretty pricey biker boots that she was almost certain she’d seen in a top end boutique that she shopped right next to. She didn’t realize  she was staring, - or that he was staring right back, until he cleared his throat and chuckled, leaning in ever so slightly.

Esme got the distinct sense that it was more to throw her off or unsettle her than anything, but there was this underlying note of seduction there that she’d have to have been the most oblivious person in the entire world to miss.

She smirked calmly as he whispered,  “Y’ look tense, princess.”

“Not  tense at all, sir. Let’s just do this interview  with no cute stuff and no outtakes, yeah?” Esme whispered back, careful not to let on just how much the man was truly getting to her.

She’d been warned about him before she’d been told that he specifically chose her to give the interview and asked if she  would,  so she was not about to let him play whatever game he was going to try and play to make her lose her level of professionalism. She took a sip of coffee and almost the second the cup was level with her lips, her mind was absolutely flooded with all this mental imagery..

The man sitting next to her, standing behind her, cock standing tall and straight, one hand tangled in a fist full of her hair and the other hand wrapped around his shaft, guiding it over her dripping cunt, teasing her with a shallow thrust here and there. She nearly choked and he chuckled from beside her, reaching out to pat her upper back as he muttered calmly, “Thought y’ were like steel. Nothin  could rattle ya.”

Esme gave a non amused glare, he gave a playful wink and clearing her throat firmly, Esme asked the first question on her spoon fed list from his personal manager. “Are you happy with the block you’ll be wrestling in for G1 Climax this year?”

“Very satisfied, yes.” Jay answered, studying her intently. Seeing her on a screen and being face to face  with her again after all this time were… two totally different things  and if he said he wasn’t beyond affected by being around her same as he had been that last night with her, he’d be lying. The thought had him shifting in his seat and he raked his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath, trying like hell to keep the mental images flooding his mind from doing so right now.

After all, he didn’t need Esme knowing the deepest inner fantasies he may or may not have had about her before the interview even took place.. The way he wanted to sweep all the shit off  the  top of the table they currently sat at, tearing down that dress, letting his mouth roam over those perky tits.. Grab a handful of her ass… No, he wanted to reach between her legs and rub her cunt til  she was arching her back and whimpering; begging him for more, telling him not to stop.

She tensed next to him  and he gave a satisfied smirk the second she did,  glad that she couldn’t see it. If he had to suffer the mental imagery, it was only fitting she suffer it too.

The program went to commercial and Esme leaned in, a smug look of determination in her eyes as she whispered calmly, “I don’t know what your game is, Jay White.. But it stops now.”

He met her gaze with the most innocent of looks and a haphazard shrug as he chuckled. “I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about. It’s Esme, right? Pity.. you know  my full name. I don’t know yours. Maybe we should change that?” for the moment, Jay was pretending not to know her beyond having seen her show. In reality, he knew her… Oh,  he knew her quite well..  And it stung a little that the glamour he’d used on her years ago after a very intense and passionate night together worked so well that she didn’t even feel some tiny spark or  shred of recognition.

… well  I’ll just ‘ave t’ change that, given that I’m back and I aim t’  make her all mine…

“That’ll be a hard pass from me, Jay. Pretty sure you’re like the rest of the men I’ve had on to interview from that profession.” even as Esme said it, she had this feeling somewhere deep down..  There was something tugging at her mind she couldn’t quite make sense of..  This sense of familiarity where Jay White was concerned.

“You mean like yer last boyfriend, yeah? No, nothin like him. For starters I’m more ‘f a man in one of my fingers as he is overall.. To do th’ things I heard he did behind yer back…Only a coward sleeps around on the woman he supposedly loves.” Jay met her shocked expression with a smug look and Esme’s mouth opened and  closed because for  the first time in probably her entire life,  she had absolutely no quick comeback. She muttered the word jackass under her breath and Jay leaned in, mused against her ear quietly, “Tell  me somethin,  princess?” - he knew he shouldn’t ask the question, because he didn’t want to have it confirmed that yes, he  had done such a good job with the glamour  he put her under while she slept  the morning after  their night together that she’d completely forgotten, but he… had to know.  So, he asked.

“I have a name.” Esme started to correct, but then her eyes met his and she felt this… Sudden lucidity washing over her.  She couldn’t even really remember what she’d been so irritated by  in regards to him by the time the fog wore off. She shook her head and stared at him a few seconds, curious. “Well?”

“Do y’ even remember me at all?”

Esme raised a brow  and bit her lip, wondering why he’d ask her such a strange question when she’d never met him before in her entire life.

“ I’d have to have met you first to remember you.” Esme answered calmly. The show picked back up and Esme started her interview again. Jay watched her intently, mulling over just how good he’d glamoured her all those years ago after their night together.

The problem was, even recalling the night with her… Bought it all rushing right back to the surface.

Esme nearly choked on her coffee again when her mind was flooded with another round of erotic mental imagery.

Her hands tied to a metal bedpost that looked vaguely similar to an old frame she once owned.. Legs spread wide.. The feeling of facial hair and a warm, wet and oh so thick tongue as it trailed slowly up the inside of her right thigh. His eyes as he stared up at her. The white of his fangs  as his mouth turned upward in that devil’s smirk. The feel of his hands  against her bare skin.

The way he fucked her with his tongue - and on two separate occasions that same night,  his cock. The way he pulled her hair and the way he lie there holding her in the semi darkness of the room for a few hours after that night.

Esme tried to keep her face blank and the tension out of her body, but the mumbled swear  was definitely heard by Jay and all he could do was smirk to himself a little, calmly answer the question she’d asked and flash her his best flirtatious grin.

Her side brushed against his and it was like a jolt. She tried not to react in any way, but she tensed before she could stop it. When she felt his hand squeezing her thigh,she bit down on her lower lip just to keep from purring at the contact. Sad to say, yeah.. It had been a while.

By the time the interview was over, she found herself thinking, she was definitely going to need a long and cold shower. When Jay leaned in and whispered against her ear quietly, “You’ll remember exactly who I am soon enough,  princess. After all, I am the one who erased the memory t’ start with..Only I can fully restore it. Maybe I will, princess..” in a slightly smug tone,Esme boldly met his gaze and raised a brow..“You really believe you erased my memory? Well okay then..  whatever helps you get by, Jay. And I do believe, sir, you have me mistaken with someone else. Because I’m telling you, I have never met you until your publicist reached out, saying you requested me  to do this interview.”

“Oh no.. I’d never forget the way those legs feel around my waist.. Or the way it feels to wrap my hand in your hair and tug on it as I take you from behind.. Tell me somethin, princess… Do y’still have that little birthmark on yer bum? The slightly heart shaped one.”

Esme’s cheeks flushed bright red and despite her best efforts, warmth pooled to her cheeks and between her thighs. Her panties were soaked. She clenched her thighs tighter, trapping Jay’s hand just as it slid between them. Jay shifted in his seat as he felt the sticky warmth coating her inner thigh. His hand crept higher and Esme jumped a little in her seat, thankful for the front of the table being made to look like a desk and thus, being totally hidden from view. Her heart started to beat wildly against her chest and she took a labored breath.

Jay stopped, meeting her gaze with the calmest look on her face.

Irked by it, she decided to get a little payback. She lowered one of her hands covertly, slipping it right into his lap. The second he felt her hand rubbing at the bulge strained against his leather jeans, he gave an audible grunt and smirked to himself.

Esme bit down on her lip just to keep from whimpering into her mic as she felt Jay’s thick digits brushing the soaked cotton covering her cunt to the side. As his fingers trailed lazily over her folds, she fought desperately for composure.

Jay wasn’t going to allow it, apparently because nearly the instant she got herself reasonably composed, she felt two of those thick fingertips working her open. Just to see if he’d stop if she called his bluff, she shifted in her seat, bucking against his fingers as she did so. As all this transpired, the two of them were masks of composure, carrying on the interview as if absolutely nothing else was taking place.

Esme started to rub at the bulge strained against his jeans a little harder and faster as soon as she felt Jay’s own pace changing and heard him swear under his breath.  She worked the zip down  and her hands slipped into his silk boxers, circling his cock, pumping up and down slowly and lazily, lingering long enough at the tip to trail a fingertip over it. Jay’s legs opened wider to give her more room and his fingers continued to fuck in  and out of her cunt, his thumb pressing against her clit, rubbing a  circular motion. He bucked as carefully as possible against her hand, biting his lip. Esme smirked and slowed  down her strokes drastically under a warning look from him during a third break.

Jay  slowed down the movements of his own fingers as he felt her starting to tighten and tense at his touch. He leaned in and muttered so that no one could hear, “Goin t’ give me somethin’ t’ taste?” as he sped back up. Esme did the same, groaning as she felt his cock throbbing in her hand, felt the warm and stickiness of his seed as it lazily drizzled down his length. Her own orgasm shattered through, leaving her no choice but to dig her  toes into her shoes and grip at the edge of the table they sat hidden behind  as it  took over. Jay felt her cunt tighten around his fingers and he felt  the spasms, the warmth of her release as it flooded her panties and covered his fingers. Slipping his fingers out, he smirked as he cleaned himself up as covertly as possible -careful to make it seem as if his hands were merely resting in his lap out of sight.

The interview was ending and on shaky legs, Esme stood. She felt like she’d explode if  she didn’t get somewhere with a locking door  and collect herself.

Jay stood too and as soon as he went in for  the handshake, he pulled her against him; suddenly not giving a fuck how it looked on screen. His tongue dragged along the outer edge of her ear covertly and he whispered; “Was good to see you again, princess. You’ve no idea how much I missed you.. We’ll be together again soon enough.”

Esme stood there, floored by his  words.  About five seconds into it, she was hit by all  these crystal clear memories.. Of a night that until just now, she’d long forgotten about. Given  the nature of her memories of Jay White from back then, she was hard pressed to figure out why in the hell she’d managed to forget all about him, but somehow she had.

… seeing him must have stirred it all up again, that’s all…  she shrugged off remembering as a mere coincidence and from where Jay lurked out of sight around the corner, he  smiled to himself while rubbing his chin.

Oh yes.. He would most certainly be seeing her again very,  very soon. Because just like last time, he thought  to himself with a smirk, she would invite him in… After all, she had to be curious what a repeat of ��the last night, which he’d just restored the memory of, would feel like….

[standarddrake]

Found this short tale I wrote a long time ago to kill some boredom, and decided to slightly rewrite it. Hope someone here enjoy reading it.

[Meanwhile, in the Arkhon Academy of Magic, Loremaster Mattias found it suspicious to see the library door slightly open during night and began a short investigation...]

Well, well, what do we have here? We're approaching the darkest point of the midnight, and here I see four unscrupulous young apprentices in the library reading books far past your bedtime. You lot do realize that it's important for you to get some sleep for the classes tomorrow, right? But I am honestly delighted that you snuck in here just to read some boring old books... so perhaps we could make a little deal. If you let me tell you a story, I will pretend that I didn't catch you in here and you won't have to meet scary old Blackcraft or, worse, the mage tyrant himself. What do you think?

Ah, interested are we? Sit down and wait while I look for a fitting story to tell you. Mmm, not this one... not interesting... they wouldn't understand the deep and complex themes behind this one... they will just fall asleep if I read this one... ha ha! Found a good one. So students, let's extinguish most of the candles and lanterns for a better atmosphere, because now it's time for... the tale of the marshlander!

Ahem, once upon a time, in the small Dynastus kingdom of Noctia, there was a group of young boys and girls who had entertaining days playing with a ball away from the farm, their humble home. It was a time of carefree happiness. However, to the west of the farm, where the swamp realm of Durmem lies, there was a dark and murky swamp that their parents told them to never approach, for it is said to be the feeding grounds of a ghastly monstrosity that feasts on children who disobeys their parents. Of course they're good and proper kids, so they listened to their parents and never wandered into the swamp. At least, until one fateful day...

This day, the strongest of the kids kicked the ball with a little too much force, and sent the ball flying straight into the forbidden bog. Though the children were scared of the mythical abomination within the swamp, the girl who kicked the ball inside there braved her way into the taboo place, for she believes herself more than capable of handling it if it did exist. However, just as she picked it up and turned around to head back to the other kids, a blood-gurgled scream was heard from the faintest part of the swamp, a nightmarish noise the rest didn't fail to hear. Even though they knew that they should ignore the bog and stay as far away as they can, their curiosity overpowered their instinct to flee.

So they wandered into the dim and grim swamp, keeping a lookout for anything dangerous and trying to avoid stepping on something weird. There was a distinctive smell of death and decay, as expected of a magical swamp said to be host to a legendary monster. Terrified and concerned, they snuck their way around... until they froze still. For they saw something that they didn't expect to ever see. It was a monstrous humanoid dragging a man's body on the ground behind it, and carrying a large and bloodied club over its shoulder. The thing had seemingly not noticed the group, so they examined the creature and found it to be quite unusual and horribly unnerving, even by a monster's standards.

Though it had the strength to hold a heavy club, its arm was greatly elongated and skinny beyond belief, looking less like limbs and more silk strings! Even its legs were no different, so what the kids saw with their eyes was an abomination ten times the height of their eldest! Its main body, however, was disproportionate from the limbs, resembling that of a large but flabby man wrapped in moss and plants. They could not make out its face, for it was wearing a wooden beaked mask decorated with noxious looking plants from the depths of the deathly bog. What little they could make out, however, was a huge pair of glowing red and grotesque eyes, fortunately staring forward and not at the direction of the kids.

The children were on the verge of absolute fear, yet lethal curiosity somehow compelled them to investigate this strange abomination in defiance of common sense. They followed the beast to its lair, while it scraped the mud where it walked with the body. Its lair consisted of a cooking pot and what seemed to resemble pelts hanging on the nearby trees... actually, they're not pelts, these were human and elven skins. Expressions of terror came upon the faces of the group once they realized what kind of monster they're watching.

They witnessed a most grotesque sight as the monster held the corpse up, and in a gory display began ripping bones and organs out of the poor man with a brutal force of strength! As blood flowed into the water and guts were forcibly torn out, the man was reduced to nothing but empty flesh once the creature was done, ripe for its collection of skins. Seemingly pleased with its latest work, the beast hung him up with the rest of its work.

Having witnessed this horrific event, the children decided that enough was enough, and attempted to quietly sneak away... right until one of them unwittingly stepped on a grounded and old branch, making it snap loudly in half. Looking back, the monster was standing with its back to the children. They sighed in relief, having assumed that it did not hear it... until its neck twisted unnaturally and the head spun around, looking right at the group with glowing red eyes revealing clear murderous intent.

Fearing for their lives, the kids screamed and ran from the scene as quickly as they could to avoid being the creature's next victims. So important was it for them to get out of there, they did not think twice when they accidentally lost grip on the ball, leaving it behind in the bog. Never looking back after fleeing the marsh, they ran back to the farm house in tears, to the surprise and confusion of their parents. They never returned for the ball, having collectively decided that nothing was worth having to meet that horrible monster ever again. Some say that they sometimes contemplated coming back for it, only to be dissuaded by what seems to be red eyes within the swamp.

Now, you're probably wondering who that was, aren't you? Well, of course, it was the Marshlander in his truest and most horrific form. Boggans might all be malevolent spirits hellbent on murdering any outsider who has ever set foot on the swamplands of Durmem, but the Marshlander is on a different level than the typical Boggan. A monster of pure malice and cruelty, it was supposedly born from the fear of swamps and, unlike the typical Boggan, possess an unusual level of sapience that makes it impossible for the Umbrabog witches to enthrall it. Whereas the average Boggan will leave native Durmemites alone if they're doing nothing to provoke them, the Marshlander has no tolerance for them and will prey upon them with fervor. To this day, Durmemites tell horror stories about it to their children for nightfall tales. I feel the Marshlander is something of a classic horror, though maybe that would imply that the Marshlander isn't real. Indeed, the Marshlander isn't just a mere story. It exists, and it's around to smash someone's head in if they wander into his territory within the swamplands unprepared and unarmed.

...with all that said, rumors has it that there is one Umbrabog witch who has managed to convince it to make a deal, the Dark Witch Terroska herself. In exchange for a monthly sacrifice, it would agree to help her out when needed. But I'd say that trying to have a chat with a primal spirit of evil is a very poor idea, so if you happen to be around within the swamps of Durmem, I wholeheartedly advice against looking for it. None of you are Terroska after all.

Now then, that's the end of that story, and I heavily recommend that you lot go back to your rooms and sleep, for it has likely gone far past the midnight at this point, and there is no telling if someone less lenient might come by and catch you here. Be good children just like the ones in the story. Now, let's keep this meeting a secret between us five, shall we? None of us wants to get in trouble with Blackcraft. He really, really don't like it when anyone breaks the rules. Good night, and don't let the Marshlander catch you! Heheheheh...

[standarddrake]

I wrote a thing and I wanna share it

[This story is told from the viewpoint of Loremaster Malgas of the Krizonian Institute of Black Magic]

Well, well, what do we have here? It's at the darkest point of the midnight, and here I see four unscrupulous young apprentices in the library reading books when it's supposed to be your bedtime. You lot do realize that it's important for you to get some sleep for the classes tomorrow, right? Heheh, but I am honestly delighted that you snuck in here just to read some boring old books... so perhaps we could make a little deal. If you let me tell you a story, I will pretend that I didn't catch you in here and you won't have to meet scary old Blackcraft. What do you think?

Ah, interested are we? Sit down and wait while I look for a fitting story to tell you. Mmm, not this one... not interesting... they wouldn't understand the deep and complex themes behind this one... they will just fall asleep if I read this one... ha ha! Found a good one. So students, let's extinguish most of the candles and lanterns for a better atmosphere, because now it's time for... THE TALE OF THE MARSHLANDER!

Ahem, once upon a time, in the small kingdom of Noctia, there was a group of young boys and girls who had entertaining days playing with a ball away from the farm, their humble home. It was a time of carefree happiness. However, to the west of the farm, where Durmem lies, there was a dark and murky swamp that their father and mother told them to never enter, for it is said to be the feeding grounds of a ghastly monstrosity that feasts on children who disobeys their parents. Of course they're good and proper kids, so they listened to their parents and never wandered into the swamp. That is, until one fateful day...

This day, the strongest of the girls accidentally kicked the ball with a little too much force, and sent the ball flying straight into the forbidden bog. Though the kids were scared of the mythical abomination within the swamp, the girl who kicked the ball inside there braved her way into the taboo place, for she never truly believed her parents' claims about the monster. However, just as she picked it up and was about to head back to the other kids, a blood-gurgled scream was heard from the faintest part of the swamp, something the other kids didn't fail to hear. Even though they knew that they should ignore the bog and stay as far away as they can, their curiosity overpowered their will to run.

So they wandered into the dim and grim swamp, keeping a lookout for anything dangerous and trying to not step on something. There was a distinctive smell of death and decay, as expected of a swamp said to be host to a legendary monster. Terrified and concerned, they snuck their way around... until they ceased. For they saw something that they didn't expect to ever see. It was a monstrous humanoid dragging a man's body on the ground behind it, and wielding a large club over its shoulder. It had seemingly not detected them however, so they examined the creature and found it to be quite unusual, even by a monster's standards.

Though it had the strength to hold a heavy club, its arm was greatly elongated and skinny beyond belief, looking as though that the arms were nothing but silk strings! Even its legs were no different, so the kids saw an abomination ten times the height of their eldest! Its main body, however, was disproportionate from the limbs, resembling that of a large but weak man wrapped in moss and plants. They could not make out its face, for the monster was wearing a wooden beaked mask decorated with noxious looking plants from the depths of the deathly bog. What little they could make out, however, was a pair of red glowing eyes.

The children were on the verge of absolute fear, yet lethal curiosity somehow compelled them to investigate this strange abomination in defiance of common sense. They followed the beast to its lair, as it scraped the mud where it walked with the body. Its lair consisted of a cooking pot and what seemed to resemble pelts hanging on the nearby trees... actually, they're not pelts, these were human skins. Expressions of terror came upon the faces of the group once they realized what kind of monster they're watching.

They witnessed a most grotesque sight as the monster held the corpse up, and began ripping bones and organs out of the poor man with a brutal force of strength! As blood flowed into the water and guts were forcibly torn out, the man was eventually nothing but empty flesh once the creature was done, ripe for its collection of skins. Seemingly pleased with its latest work, the beast hung him up with the rest of its work.

Having witnessed this horrific display, the children decided that enough was enough, and attempted to quietly sneak away... until one of them unwittingly stepped on a grounded and old branch, making it snap loudly in half. Looking back, the monster was standing with its back to the children. They sighed in relief, having assumed that it did not hear it... until its neck twisted unnaturally and the head immediately turned around, looking right at the group with glowing red eyes showing clear murderous intent.

Seeing this, the kids screamed and ran from the scene as quickly as they could to avoid being the creature's next victim. So important was it for them to get out of there, they did not think twice when they accidentally lost grip on the ball, leaving it behind in the bog. Never looking back after fleeing the marsh, they ran back inside the family house with tears, to the surprise and confusion of their parents. They never came back for the ball, having decided that nothing was worth having to meet that horrible monster ever again. Some say that they did sometimes contemplate coming back for it, only to be dissuaded by red eyes seen within the swamp.

Now, you're probably wondering who that was, aren't you? Well, of course, it was the Marshlander in his truest and most horrific form. Boggans might all be malevolent spirits hellbent on murdering anyone who has ever set foot on the swamplands of Durmem, but the Marshlander is on a different level than the typical Boggan. A monster of pure malice and cruelty, it was supposedly born from the fear of swamps and, unlike the typical Boggan, possess an unusual level of sapience that makes it impossible for the Umbrabog witches to enthrall it. Even now, Durmemites tell horror stories about it to their children for nightfall tales. I feel the Marshlander is something of a classic horror, though maybe that would imply that the Marshlander isn't real. That's right, the Marshlander isn't just a mere story. It exists, and it's around to smash someone's head in if they wander into his territory within the swamplands unprepared and unarmed.

...with all that said, rumors has it that there is one Umbrabog witch who has managed to convince it to make a deal, the Dark Witch Terroska herself. In exchange for a monthly sacrifice, it would agree to help her out when needed. But I'd say that trying to have a chat with a primal spirit of evil is a very poor idea, so I suggest that you don't try to look for it. You're not Terroska after all.

Now then, that's the end of that story, and I heavily recommend that you lot go back to your rooms and sleep, for it has likely gone far past the midnight at this point. Be good children just like the ones in the story. Now, let's keep this meeting a secret between us five, shall we? None of us wants to get in trouble with Blackcraft. He really, really don't like it when anyone breaks the rules. Good night, and don't let the Marshlander catch you! Heheheheh...