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ayyyez · 1 year ago

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Can you mayhap do more goshiki and Tsuki headcanons? Maybe first date, first time, first kiss etc

A/N: oh yes more of the side haikyuu boys! sure thing!

TAGS: first kiss, making out, first date, first time mentions and descriptions but not explicit, mentions of foreplay but not explicit, headcanons, Tsukki being a little shit but also a secret simp, Goshiki being a loveable dork who sometimes gets a big head lol, undercut for length

CHARACTERS: Tsukishima Kei, Goshiki Tsutomu

TSUKISHIMA KEI

First and foremost, to date this guy you gotta be able to call him out on his shit because he NEEDS that.

Doesn't matter about personality in regards to being either shy/reserved and preferring to do it in private or being confident/ outspoken and doing it right there when its needed (or any combination of them) AS LONG AS IT HAPPENS! CALL HIM OUT!

It makes Tsukki respect you, listen to you (depends on the situation on whether he follows through on the change lol) and also is what makes him attracted to you in the first place.

See the thing is he wants to be seen so you calling him out leads to banter and banter leads to a familiar rapport and eventually one of you cracking (yes cracking because its a game of how long either of you can last without spilling your feelings!) and confessing.

Definitely a confess -> date -> kiss kinda guy but in saying that these things can totally all happen in the span of a week with him.

Once the balls rolling he moves FAST

Likes chill, casual dates and your first date is no different.

Something like a cafe, a lowkey restaurant to eat or even just going over each others houses for a study date.

Prefers being out of the eyes of the public.

Will also leave the control of the date (in general), including the venue, up to you (with those previous preferences as his contribution).

When it comes to telling you this though he's kind of jerky about it (to a strangers eye anyway) as Tch-ishima makes an appearence.

'Tch, we're just hanging out like usual.' and then will add 'Shouldn't a date be just us two and away from everyone else.' While internally he's just gunning for the date to be at home lol.

It also gives him ample opportunity to go in for that first kiss. Tsukki you sly guy!

Will never admit in a million years.

Feel free to try teasing and asking him about it though!

'So did just bring me back here to try and pull this huh?' Right after a kiss.

He'll just give you one of those smirks and poke your forehead.

'I don't know did I?'

Tries to act indifferent but you see that smirk soften ever so slightly into to a the hint of a real smile.

Psh what a dork. Forever the internal simp.

While he moves fast in terms of the from first date to first kiss scene the first time comes with a bit more time.

He's ever so patient with that kind of thing and doesn't really see the whole point of rushing in unprepared that leads to everyone having an awkward ehem unpleasant time.

Okay so maybe thats a bit of a mild—not fear exactly—it's definitely a bit of a concern though. So he keeps those kisses wanting and makeouts steamy but cuts them off Jussssst~ when they're about to get good.

It's not on purpose he's just got to stay in control ya'know?

He's not letting those floodgates open until you bring it up. Maybe a part of him wants you to beg a little. It's not a must of course! He's just not opposed to it.

This is the part where you can comply or give him a little smack upside the head to reground himself. It gets a smirk either way.

Either way the first time with Tsukki comes when you ask for more and you both agree to finally (your words not his) move forward. Tsukki is the kind of guy who has the patience to wait a lifetime. No qualms.

Once you've got him going though. He's like oh damn. This is something else. Even better than those makeout sessions!

A first time with Tsukki is a more drawn out first time. It's exploratory and sensory with lots of touching and not lots of talking (unless it's from you, it's okay to be a nervous talker - he's just only going to talk when necessary or to respond).

There's definitely communication for needs from him he's just not the type to have a chat during (at least in the first time and early days).

He also has a concentration frown and sometimes he's biting his lip so hard your afraid it's going to break and bleed. It's cute honestly.

Lots of foreplay before the main act. Lots of exploratory touching. There's no jumping in even though it's the first time. He takes his time and his patience can be frustrating at this point if you wanna just GO.

He can get a little teasing here. It's where he probably talks the most. 'Oh raring to go huh? Well lets just take our time.' Little shit lol.

Once you're doing it though he's actually pretty sweet. Making sure you're okay. You're comfortable. Expects the same from you too. It's an act of trust after all.

May confess a sweet thing or two during. Depends on how he's vibing. Feels a bit awkward about it afterwards but won't take it back. Just will tell you to shut up if you tease him about it.

Perfect time to make him blush. Yes he will get you water and help clean each other up and spoon you after if you are into that. It's good manners afterall.

GOSHIKI TSUTOMOU

Goshiki is a little sweetie okay and deserves someone who appreciates and respects him.

However much like Tsukki it's kind of the same where you have to be real with him and tell him when he's getting a too big head sometimes.

Definitely a friendship to lovers vibe or even a you respected me to call me out as an acquaintance then I fell in love with you and chased after you vibe (Goshiki being the chaser lol)

Goshiki is definitely a 'fall in love at first sight' kind of vibe. Like he doesn't actually but he thinks he does. He just gets swept up very easily by people who make a strong impact on him and runs with it.

Him chasing you can go two ways depending on the type of person you are and how you want this sweetie to react.

You could be the type to catch on to his very obvious crush on you. He's not stealthy about it to the point it's likely his whole team knows lmao and whats worse is he THINKS he's so clever, calm and collected about it but he's...the opposite lol.

Using this information you could do you both a favour and just confess to him first. Goshiki will become the most flustered mess you've ever seen.

He'll be bright red, shocked silent until he barely recovers, saying 'Haha of course you wanna date me!' while also internally is like Omg you want to date me!?

But you know him. You've learnt to read the doubt behind his eyes whenever such words leave his lips.

'Yeah I want to date you, so whats your answer?' You reiterate.

This throws him of balance again and he's spluttering because oh yeah this isn't one of his daydreams he has about being the best ace and getting his crush. This actually is his crush asking him out.

'Yes please.' He manages to get out. Ever so polite just as his parents taught him. It takes everything in you to keep your smile composed and not laugh at him. Adorable.

The OTHER WAY this could go if you're not one to ask someone out or if you just want to see what he'll do, is wait. He'll sit on his crush until he just sort of explodes.

It'll take awhile of him running over to you at every opportunity he gets, you can always count on it like clockwork.

Then one day he's not there? Nor the next or the next. You kind of get worried. You see a friend of his wave them over and begin to ask when you FINALLY see Goshiki come over.

he's redder than usual, frown on his face like he'd been....sulking? huh.

Wraps his hand around your wrist. 'Can we go?'

'okay?'

Tugs! Tugs you away somewhere a bit more secluded. Away from prying eyes.

You stand there and scan his expression. Still stuck in a sulky frown. Almost pouting? huh cute.

'Do you-' He stops looking down. 'Will you-' He stops again groaning. 'I'm the ace right?'

'Huh?' Okay major confusion. 'Yeah?'

'So that makes me pretty cool right?'

You frowned, scanning him up and down. Was Goshiki asking if you thought he was cool? With a sulky expression? Something had to be going on.

'Naturally.' You cleared your throat watching him smile. 'Whats going on?'

'Well since I'm the coolest guy you know it's your lucky day since I've got a question for you!'

And with that Goshiki went bright red and stumbled into asking you out in his own awkward, self concious way.

Very sweet when the two of you start dating. Always trying to show off for you and share volleyball with you but also shows that he makes you one of his priorities.

Heckin loves food so loves food dates especially to lowkey restaurants, loves showing off in this regard by showing you nice places but likes to be spoiled too so show him cool places.

A sucker for hand holding. Thinks its peak affection along with cheek kissing.

Takes him awhile to move up with physical affection because he combusts and gets anxious about it and his feelings. He's self concious from various complexes he's developed over time.

You probably have to initiate the first kiss or have to make do with being VERY patient. He's so shy. If you do intiate it be prepared for him being flustered. It's cute.

Making out is a very big deal to transition to as well. You gotta talk him through it. He's all stiff, clattering teeth and noses and forehead bumping at first. Whoops. Its sweet though.

Once he gets though he REALLY gets it! Really gets into it too like this boy is a quick study after all and he just gets the kissing bug. It'll be you who will be like OKAY BABY WE GOTTA COME UP FOR AIR YOU'RE ALL RED AND ABOUT TO PASS OUT.

But he looks~ well if looks could kill~ he's a hot mess you could devour right then and there. All red, flustered, panting? Lips all slick? Love bites on the neck? Hair disheveled? Hello Goshiki where have you been hiding?

First time is much like the first kiss in terms off nerves. He's all stiff and jumpy.

Again, you'll have to talk him through it but it doesn't mean he won't attempt to take initiative. It's a team effort on both fronts. It won't be drawn out though, he's too worked up and nervous.

A lot of bumping into each other and awkward moments but there's also a lot of sweet moments and feeling good.

Lots of communication and awkward mess talking. Lots of kissing and touching. Grab his hair for good moans hehe.

Things are loud with Goshiki. He's vocal, he can't help it. Don't make fun of him though he's sensitive.

He needs aftercare in form of cuddles and pillowtalk. Very clingy after and he's also VERY warm so if you run cold then good news for you! You've now got your own personal heater.

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sergeantsporks · 3 years ago

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Trust is a Poison

Rating: Teen, Gen

CW: Implied/referenced child abuse, needles

Lilith finds a poisoned, dying Hunter on her doorstep.

Fantastic, now he's HER problem.

Ch 2/3: Road Trip

Ch 1

Ao3

“Hunter—oh my titan, could you move any slower?!”

Lilith marched back down the path they were following—her raven had run out of energy to fly, but she didn’t want to stay in one place for too long; every second risked someone finding them.

Unfortunately, her traveling companion didn’t seem to be on the same page. He rubbed his eyes, swaying on his feet. Lilith checked the time. Too early to give him more potion—but late enough that the effects were starting to wear off. She grabbed Hunter’s wrist, pulling him along behind her.

“I’ve explained this a thousand times, if we get found by the scouts, we are both dead, me immediately, and you slowly and painfully at the hands of Kikimora. Is that what you want?”

He shook his head, trailing after her slowly. “Lil…ith?”

“What?!”

“’s late.”

“Yes, I know it is, what, do you need me to tuck you into bed and sing a song?”

“…no…” Hunter coughed, and she could feel him trembling, his skin burning hot. “I jussssst… dangerous…”

Lilith glanced around. He was right—moving around right now would only draw attention. Coven scouts weren’t the only thing they had to worry about out here. “Fine. We’ll stop for the night.”

He collapsed on the spot, shivering and wrapping his cloak around himself tighter for warmth. His eyes were feverish, dull, the circles under them darker than Lilith had ever seen them before. It almost made her feel sorry for him.

“You look pathetic,” she told him, “This is what you get for trusting someone.”

“You mean… like your sister trusted you?”

Lilith’s face heated up. “Pest,” she hissed, “Look, here’s the deal: I need you to live, because if you don’t, then I’m in hot water. You need me to live, because I’m the one who knows how to cure you. We mutually need each other, so we’re both just going to have deal with each other for now. Got it?”

His eyes started to slide shut, and then he sat bolt upright. “I have to report,” he gasped.

“Were you even listening to me?! Besides, you can’t, you won’t make it to the keep with Kikimora out and about, and even if you did, you’d die very quickly from that poisoning.”

He struggled to his feet, moving faster than he had all day. “I have to—”

His legs wobbled, and he fell back down, retching.

That didn’t seem good.

Lilith knelt down next to him. “…Hunter?”

He gasped for breath, his shoulders heaving.

“Hunter!”

Lilith pulled him into an upright sitting position, holding his head up so he could breathe. “You are not going to die on me!”

He fell bonelessly against her, his body hot and feverish. Lilith held a hand out for her palisman.

“We have to go.”

The bird flapped its wings, but couldn’t get off the ground—she’d pushed it too hard, and now she was paying the price. Lilith pulled out the potion Morton had given her.

“Here goes nothing,” she muttered, pulled out the stopper and the eye dropper, and held the bottle up to Hunter’s mouth, pinching his nose to make him open his mouth enough for her to tilt it back. He swallowed with a sputter, his eyes shooting open.

Words spilled out of his mouth in a torrent. “Hey, Lilith, did you know that I have a palisman now? It’s a bird, just like yours! Palisman originated in the savage ages, originally called familiars! They were real animals, bonded to a witch via the primitive beginnings of beast-keeping magic, and they were assistants in witch magic!”

“Yes, I know all of that—”

Hunter bounced to his feet. “Legend says that the first palistrom tree sprouted in a familiar graveyard, and a grieving witch carved a statue of her beloved familiar out of its wood, and it came to life! The trees were spread and maintained carefully, and witches continued to create familiars out of the wood, eventually combining the word “talisman” and “pal” instead of friend to make palisman!” He sucked in a deep breath, and Lilith put a hand over his mouth. She glanced at the bottle of potion

“Morton, what is in this stuff? Hunter, you need to be quiet right now,” she hissed, “I do not want some demon to hear us, got it?”

He nodded, but the moment she removed her hand, he started up again.

“Overharvesting of palistrom wood has led to overprotection of the trees by the gardening coven,” he chattered on, “and the use of palisman has declined. However, the advantages of having a palisman—”

Lilith shook her head. “If you’re going to keep that up, we need to keep moving.”

“It’s too dark, we’ll get lost.”

Lilith created a light glyph. “We’ll be fine. Just stay close.”

“What, do you have night vision? I can’t see you, how do I keep close?!”

Lilith blinked, peering at his eyes. They were blank, unfocused. She waved a hand in front of him. Nothing. “Morton. Hm. That may have been a mistake on my part.”

Lilith drew a plant glyph on her wrist in pen, growing a vine around her wrist that she tied to Hunter’s. “There, now we’re connected. Come on.”

“Owls have excellent night vision,” he chattered as she tugged him along, his little legs moving twice as fast to keep up with her long stride, “They can also see great distances! The owl beast curse might have affected your vision, the way that the Owl Lady occasionally exhibits owl-like behavior outside of her cursed form, like nesting!”

Lilith stopped in her tracks, and he let out a little oof as he ran into her. “How did you know about that?!”

He snapped his mouth shut, finally. So he did have a filter. “Hunter,” she said in a low voice, “How did you know that?”

“Can’t tell you,” he said in a small voice.

“Oh?”

“Belos will be mad,” he said in that same small voice.

So, Belos could get him to shut up even from a distance, but she couldn’t even though she was right here. “Belos isn’t here. How did you know about the nesting?”

His eyes shifted around. “I was spying.”

What a liar. “With Hooty around? I bet. Nothing can get in that house unless… he… lets… the scrying potion!” Lilith ran a hand through her hair. “Oh! Well, there’s no time now, I’ll let her know some other time.”

“Scrying potions are a subset of illusion magic,” Hunter piped up, “and beast-keeping magic is required to get most of the ingredients. Potion-making is often called the marriage of disciplines, since the ingredients can be tough to find without using other kinds of magic.”

He rambled on as they walked, and Lilith tuned him out, trudging along while he chattered about the history of the coven system.

Lilith looked to her staff. The raven on top ruffled its feathers, but still seemed too tired to fly. She should probably let it rest while Hunter was… like this.

As if the thought had changed some thread of the universe, Hunter abruptly stopped talking and dropped behind her, the vines connecting them yanking Lilith’s arm back. She turned around. He was passed out completely, flopped on the ground. Lilith shook her head. She wrote another plant glyph on the ground, growing a bunch of vines that she tied around him like a harness, securing him to her back and hoisting him up in a piggy-back ride.

“We need to keep going.”

To her surprise, he shifted, draping his arms over her shoulders with a sigh. “Thanksssss,” he slurred, “Forrrrr not… making me shut up.”

Lilith flushed. “Whatever,” she grumped. His head flopped on her shoulder, burning hot, and she shook her own head. “You are so lucky I need you to live,” she told him.

He didn’t respond, his breathing soft and slow. The overdose of the potion must have given him an extra boost against the poison.

She wondered what the price would be.

Hopefully the blindness would fade.

Hopefully the blindness will fade. What was wrong with her? Who cared if he went blind? As long as he didn’t die, it wasn’t her problem.

Hunter started to shiver, despite the fact that his body was burning hot, and eventually, finally, Lilith stopped walking. She had to stop, she couldn’t keep going, not carrying him. She set him down, and he reached for her, whimpering at the loss of warmth. Lilith scooted away from his grasping hands, and he fell back asleep, his breathing unsteady.

Making him shut up. What did that even mean?

Not my problem.

Heal the boy. Split ways forever.

A solid plan.

Lilith yawned, then smacked herself. Stay awake.

Demons, coven scouts—there were a lot of threats out here.

Don’t… fall…

“Whoa, wait, that’s Lilith Clawthorne!”

“Go call the coven!”

Lilith blearily opened her eyes. “Mrgh?”

“Don’t let her get away!”

Rough hands grabbed Lilith’s arms, tying her up before she was even awake enough to understand what was going on. A bunch of witches were staring at her, scared, but determined. One of them gingerly nudged Hunter.

“Is he… dead?” one of them said in a hushed voice.

Lilith’s heart thumped in her chest. No—he couldn’t be dead! He certainly didn’t look good—his skin was unhealthily pale, tinged green, the circles under his eyes standing out like bruises. But his chest rose and fell unsteadily, so he hadn’t kicked the bucket yet.

“Release me!” she demanded, “He’s not dead yet, but he will be if you don’t let me find a cure!”

The leader of the witches shook their head. “You’ve got a pretty big price on your head—not to mention you’re a murderer.”

“I’m not a murderer yet,” Lilith corrected, “First of all, I’ve been framed, and second of all, he’s not dead!”

The witches muttered, shaking their heads.

“Citizens defended you and your sister,” the leader hissed, “They demanded your release. And you repay our trust by murdering a coven official?”

“He’s! Not! D—Oh, why do I even bother?” Lilith traced an ice glyph in the dirt with her foot, sending a small wall of ice towards the witches. They backed up, and Hunter stuck his leg out, tripping all of them. He crawled towards Lilith, untying her with shaking, fumbling hands.

“You can see again?”

“’s… a little blurry…”

He managed to get the ropes off, and she jumped to her feet, pushing him behind her and slapping a plant glyph on the ground, the vines tangling up her previous captors.

“Were you pretending to be out that whole time?”

Hunter shook his head—just the effort to trip the witches up and untie her seemed to have drained him, sweat soaking the back of his shirt. He closed his eyes again, breathing heavily. Lilith harnessed him to her staff, taking off

Hunter slumped forward against her. She could feel his heartbeat, frantic and fluttery.

A blast of magic from one of the witches down below shot past them, making Lilith bank to the side. Hunter grabbed her waist, clinging on tightly as she dove. Lilith’s heart was speeding up to match his tempo as the witches continued firing, making her swerve and duck through the air.

We need to—

Hunter pulled on her waist, tugging her over the side of her staff and letting go. Lilith yelped as she fell. “YOU TRAITOR!” she shrieked, just before a massive blast of magic hit where she’d been, smacking him off of the staff. Her raven dove, and she snatched the shaft of the staff, coming to a sudden halt in the air, jerking on her arms. She hauled herself up, speeding away from the witches and pulling on Hunter’s harness, tugging him back up inch by slow inch. Once she thought she was far enough from the witches, she dove back to the ground, cutting him loose and laying him out on the ground. A bruise was forming on his jaw and further down his neck on the side he’d gotten hit, dark against his pale skin. Lilith was willing to bet his arm and side were black and blue from the blast.

Lilith shook him “Wake up, please wake up!”

He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, breathing heavily.

“What did you do that for?!” she demanded, “You could have gotten killed!”

“I’m… already… deadweight,” he gasped, “I’m… expendable… you… get… it’s all… over…”

“You’re not expendable!” she yelled, “I literally just—I need you, you can’t die!”

A raspy chuckle. “Clear you… then it doesn’t… matter… Kikimora… could kill… all you care…”

A wave of guilt swept over Lilith, and she settled back on her heels with a sigh. “Look… you’re not… expendable. I know… in the coven… we treated the scouts like we could throw them away, and Belos… Belos treated us like we were expendable. Replaceable.”

He didn’t respond.

“You know it’s true,” Lilith said softly, “He never cared what happened to us.”

“Cares… about… me…”

Of course he thought that. Belos was good at that, at making people feel special—as long as they got him what he wanted. “No, Hunter. No, he doesn’t. If he did, Kikimora wouldn’t have been able to do what she did—he knows everything that happens in the keep, do you think he didn’t see her plotting, didn’t see her poisoning your food? If he cared, she wouldn’t be chasing us. He would have taken her off the hunt, made sure someone who wouldn’t kill you was on the case.”

Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes, and he turned his face away from her.

“Hunter, I’m trying to tell you that Belos is wrong. I’m not expendable, I’m not replaceable—he can fill my position, but he can’t replace me. And he wouldn’t be able to replace you, either, no matter what he says. None of us—me, you, Kiki, the scouts—are expendable. And he shouldn’t treat us like we are.”

He still didn’t respond.

“But I suppose… thank you for saving my life. Even if you did nearly kill me to do it.”

Lilith sat back, watching the trees for any movement. Hunter shivered on the ground, actually asleep now, and she gently unbuckled his cloak, shifting it so that it covered him like a blanket. He snuggled into the cloak with a sigh, and Lilith checked his temperature, wincing. Too hot—his body was doing its best to expel the poison, but Kikimora’s toxin would win out unless she got that cure.

“Stupid brat,” she sighed, “what am I supposed to do with you?”

Ch 3

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dontasktheradiodemon · 4 years ago

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Sands #4 (1/4/2021)

Click here if you’re like “What the heck is this about?”

Alastor and Sir Pentious @hiss-and-vinegar hang out on the beach! Alastor offers to make magic stuff for Sir Pentious out of an old shed snakeskin Sir Pentious gave him and Sir Pentious asks for baby things for his hypothetical future children. They talk about Sir Pentious’s future plans for setting up a household outside Hell. Alastor dodges around admitting his worries about the few friends he’s left in Hell for the extermination, but eventually spills his woes and Sir Pentious comforts him.

Sir Pentious

The sea was calming to look at. Always, just so, the smell of the air around the sea was something that sent him back to the few parts of his life when he felt calm, when he felt happy. Picnics with ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬛. And now he could have picnics with Valera. Already had one of those by a sea in Hell. His tongue flicks and he touches his blushing cheek a moment. Away, restless thoughts.

He leans on his cane, just a touch, and sits in his coil.

Alastor

And then the peace and calm is disrupted by a whole-ass Radio Demon springing out of Sir Pentious's shadow. "Hello!!"

Sir Pentious

FLOOP goes the HOOD. BUWAGH!!! HE'S HISSING!!!

Alastor

"Oh, don't give me that look! You're happy to see me, aren't you? Be honest!" He flops to sit in the sand next to Sir Pentious. "I've been looking all over for you!"

Sir Pentious

Oh it's Alastor! Oh it's the Alastor he likes... His hood relaxes, and he sTRAIGHTENS his hat. "YOU SSSTARTLED ME! OF COURSSSE I REACTED THAT WAY." Huff. He's going to look over at the deerman, "YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR ME??? THERE ARE ONLY *TWO* SSSSIR PENTIOUSSSESSS HERE, UNLIKE THE MULTITUDESSSS OF YOU!"

Alastor

He's grinning impishly. He's a little terror and not ashamed at all. "It's true, the place is rotten with radios and suffering a scarcity of snakes! And you've been outdoors practically since we got here. I expected to find you sunning on the rocks. When you weren't there, I thought, 'Well, not a problem, I'll look for his footprints and follow them,' and you can guess how little help that idea was!" Studio audience laughter.

Sir Pentious

SNORT. He flicks his tongue at Alastor with a *smug look* and slowly slithers around the other, "OH! WELL! JUSSSSST FOLLOW THE TAIL SSSTREAKSSS IN THE SSSAND! I AM NOT HARD TO *MISSSSS.*"

Alastor

"Have you ever heard of a private eye tracking tail streaks instead of footprints? Sherlock Holmes would take one look at the trail and say 'Why, this isn't the man we're after! See the way he weaves back and forth in the street? It must be some drunk fellow!' Granted, Mr. Holmes doesn't track many snakes, does he?"

He turns to watch as Sir Pentious slithers around him. His head can turn freakishly far. Is he a deer or an owl? "Anyway, I've found you now! And I've got a question for you!"

Sir Pentious

Humph, thinking of Sherlock Holmes describing him as drunk gets a Face out of him, but he's quick to dismiss the thought. He tilts his head, and flicks his tongue again, "A QUESSSTION? WHAT IS IT?"

Alastor

"I've still got the majority of that shed you let me have—all but the bits I made into pouches. And lately I, well..." He loses his jollity for a moment and has to glance away self-consciously. "I don't think it's appropriate for me to have it, really."

He hops back to his feet. "So! I thought *you* ought to decide what to do with it. I could return it to you to deal with, I could dispose it myself—or! I could use it up more creatively! Whatever charms and baubles you want, name them and I'll make them. Up to you!"

Sir Pentious

Oh, the *shed.* Sir Pentious had been ever so happy to *not* think about it ever again, and it seems that even the offer to take it back makes his entire face scrunch up *strongly.*

"I *DO NOT* WANT IT. EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT..." Gag. He touches a few talons to his mouth delicately, ew ew ew.

Once he's feeling less *reviled* by the suggestion, his head swivels a little, "AND WHAT KIND OF CHARMSSS AND BAUBLESSS ARE ON OFFER? ALASSSTOR, I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE OCCULT LIKE YOU DO."

Alastor

"All right, all right, don't you worry. You'll never have to see it. At least, not until I turn it into something more palatable!"

Alastor shrugged. "Why—try me! Name something you want done—something influenced or tweaked in the fabric of reality—and I'll tell you whether or not I can make it happen. I told you all the things snakeskin is good for—protection, luck, rebirths and fresh starts... make a pocket, purse, wallet or gloves with it to protect your things and money from being lost, but I doubt you'd like that direct contact with your skin, would you? And since it's a piece of *you* it can be used to represent you in most workings! I can do spells, potions, gris-gris, alchemy... Or you could ask for something *really* out there and I'll figure out how to make it happen, I always love a good challenge!"

Sir Pentious

Yes he would not like to tuch it. Sir Pentious slithers around Alastor a little more, like he's pacing except the circle around Al is getting smaller. His hands are behind his back as he thinks, his eyeballs rolling around in his sockets as he thinks about it. What *would* he want to have made that could become *protection*? He didn't really need anything else considering his airship was already aligned with the stuff. Hmmm...

💡 His head turns, whips around practically to look at Alastor... "... WHAT ABOUT CHARMSSS TO PROTECT OFFSSPRING."

Alastor

Alastor's smile stretches wider. "You know, I *thought* you might want something like that! I've already marked out part of the tail to make more pouches—like the ones I made for your ship, but a few different ingredients. I can have some on standby to await any children who will need them. But I won't be able to use up all the skin that way unless you have *dozens* of children! I could do some more elaborate protective magic—dolls, for instance—or you could come up with more you want for the rest?"

Sir Pentious

.... <:umboy:738987081992372234>.... His hands are fidgeting with one another, as he thinks on something... He wouldn't like to tuch his own shed, but.... "MAYBE... SWADDLING CLOTHING...? OR LITTLE BLANKETS MAYBE..." His eyes are getting so big thinking about it..............

Alastor

Alastor pauses. "Sir Pentious, if they were swaddled in your shed, would you be able to touch your own children?" He laughs. "I could use it as a lining inside some blankets?"

Sir Pentious

"AH. RIGHT." He clears his throat. Don't look at him. "YESSS, THAT WOULD DO."

Alastor

"I'll have to get some help from Rosie for the sewing! I can do basic repairs, but I'm not very skilled at making stitches look *nice*. And future royalty deserves only the best!" A trumpet fanfare plays for these hypothetical future royals. "That should take up most of the skin."

Sir Pentious

Oh! He loves the fanfare. Sir Pentious straightens up, adjusting his robe as he smiles all smugly, eyes closed. He's preening and petting down his hood, "WHY YESSS, ONLY THE *BESSST* AFTER ALL!"

Alastor

"So! A few bankets, maybe a few dolls—I'll see what I can get out of the skin and let you know if there's more to use up after that, sound like a plan?"

Sir Pentious

Penny is going to curl up around Alastor. Just slither over his legs. Crunch.

"YESSS, THAT SSSSOUNDSSSS ACCEPTABLE, MY DEAR FELLOW. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN ENJOYING THISSSS PLACE?"

Alastor

His legs belong to the tail and the sand now, goodbye cruel world. He leans against Sir Pentious. "Oh, it's been a grand time so far! We lost the piano, but between pestering the guests and experimenting with all the exotic food in the kitchen, there's been nearly enough distractions to keep me from wondering how things are going back home! What about you, my friend?"

Sir Pentious

Hmmm. He is hopeful that the airship is *fine*... it would be a pity to go back home and find out he'd have to start work on *another* ship without ever having flown the latest one. Sir Pentious leans on himself, "IT'SSS NOT MY FIRSSST TIME HERE, I MUCH PREFER THE AIR ON THISSS WORLD. GOOD TO ESSSCAPE FROM THE SSSULFUR. YOU KNOW, I HAVE AN ESSSSTATE WAITING FOR ME, AFTER I KILLED THAT OAF WHO CONTINUED TO THREATEN MY LOVE."

Alastor

"Do you! To the victor go the spoils! You'll have to give me the grand tour sometime soon." He stares out at the ocean thoughtfully. "I suppose you're going to be spending more time here than Hell pretty soon, aren't you? New house, new spouse, kids being planned..."

Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious looks out over the water, too. There's an air of... melancholy about the way he does it, and about the tone of their conversation. He drags his talons along his scales and nods his head. "THAT I MAY BE. I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT. I HAVE A FUTURE TO LOOK FORWARD TO WITHOUT THE CONSSSTANT DISSSAPPOINTMENT LOOMING A SSSLITHER OR TWO BEHIND ME. MY PLACE OF WORK SHOULD BE HELL, BUT MY HOME?" He leans down on his tail, which also happens to be the portion that's crushing Al's legs. "HAVEN'T I LIVED IN HELL LONG ENOUGH?"

Alastor

"Long enough—like it's not supposed to be an eternal thing." He laughs weakly. "But I understand. Who would choose to live in Hell if they had any other options?"

He pulls back his hands from where he'd casually rested them on Sir Pentious's tail to give him room to lean. "I'll miss you."

Sir Pentious

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN..." Or maybe he didn't. Sir Pentious found it so hard to get up day to day, and sometimes he couldn't even muster the energy for his maniacal conquests! What was the point when no one feared you? To be stomped down over and over and over again? Yes, it was Eternal Punishment, he knew it well... and he was tired of hurting every day.

Penny turned, resting his head on his folded arms to look up at Alastor. His brow creases... "You can alwaysss come sssee me."

Alastor

Oh, he knew. Sir Pentious wasn't the only one Hell had worn down. At times the only thing that kept Alastor moving was schadenfreude.

Sir Pentious looks so lovely like that, all curled up and looking up at Alastor. Alastor has to look away. "When you've got a new household to manage and a new family to take care of? How often are you going to want to entertain a house guest, really?"

Sir Pentious

"YOU'RE MY BESSST FRIEND, SSSO I'M SURE I'LL BE ABLE TO MAKE TIME, YOU DOLT." Penny gave a smile, tongue flicking, "I WILL NOT LET YOU REBUKE ME! I'LL HAVE YOU *ABDUCTED* IF I MUSST, NYA HA HA!"

Alastor

"Hah!" His tense smile relaxed a little. "You won't need to do that! Just call for me and I'll come. But if you find you're too busy for a mere friend, I won't hold it against you."

Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious reaches a hand up, and *flicks* Alastor's bang out of his face.

"A MERE FRIEND. MMHM. YOU'RE ALWAYSSS TRYING TO MAKE YOURSSSELF APPEAR SSSMALLER THAN YOU ARE. I'D WANT YOU TO MEET MY CHILDREN, ALASSSTOR."

Alastor

Alastor doesn't flinch. "Oh, I don't mean it that way! What's a friend next to a family, that's all I meant. It's not that a friend is *smaller*—just that family is *bigger.*" He smiles crookedly. "Meeting them should be the bare minimum! If you didn't want me to do at *least* that much, I'd be mortally insulted."

Sir Pentious

The serpent gave a slow blink, watching him and then shrugging his shoulders. Alastor's probably just doing that thing where he talks a lot? Probably to wave off the awkwardness of having told him he'd miss him--not that Pentious thought it an awkward thing to say, but he was well aware of how Alastor felt about him, and how saying things so honestly seemed to give him living heart syndrome.

"OF COURSSSE I'D WANT YOU TO MEET THEM, WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?"

Alastor

He's going to be working off the awkwardness of saying out loud that he'll miss his best friend for the rest of the day.

"Of course you do, right. See, I'd—thought that meeting them would be a given. Not a special privilege."

He pauses, musters up what little remaining capacity for vulnerability he has for the day, and asks, "Is... is that where it caps out, then? I'm involved enough to make the kids' acquaintance—shake their little hands, 'how do you do, nice to meet you'—and that's as much as I'm going to get to know them?" He cuts off the urge to keep babbling—*if so that's fine, I wouldn't trust kids around me either; but you talked like you were going to want me around more than I'd been expecting and that actually is what I was expecting*—and waits for a reply.

Sir Pentious

..... Sir Pentious sits up, suddenly, looking quite offended. His head jerks back, and his hood is raised quite high, every eye staring pointedly at the deerman in front of him. His robe droops just enough to reveal the eye on his chest as well, and it, too, is staring.

"WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR, ALASSSTOR? DO YOU TAKE ME FOR SSSOME-- SSSOME--" He didn't even have a word for what he wanted, he just looked *hurt* at the assumption that he'd only just expect Alastor to meet his children and then be off. With each word, his head jerks forward, as if he's fighting back the instinct to strike-- that threatening snake instinct. Penny takes a deep breath, slow exhale, then another deeper breath... slow exhale.

His hood lowers, and he closes his eyes. "I WANT YOU TO BE *APART* OF THEIR *LIVESSSS*, BUT FIRSSST THEY MUSSSST TO *MEET* YOU, THAT'SSS ALL I *MEANT* BY THAT. WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT ABOUT ME, AFTER EVERYTHING?"

Alastor

Relief washes over Alastor's face. "Okay! Okay, good. I'd thought—I'd *hoped* so, but—well, I wasn't going to assume."

Sir Pentious

"YOU DID ASSUME! SSSOMETHING COMPLETELY *OPPOSSSSSITE* OF WHAT I'D DO!" Huff. His arms fold and he looks away.

Alastor

"I didn't assume! I asked for clarification, didn't I? I took you at your word and not a step further than your word, and then I asked you if that was what you meant or not!" He leans as far as he can while all coiled up, trying to make eye contact with Sir Pentious. "*Hey.* Come on, now." He's got that affectionate tone reserved for trying to coax an angry cat out from under the furniture.

Sir Pentious

Oh no, the affectionate tone is working, Pentious keeps glancing at Alastor, his mouth in *such* a pout as his long neck allows him to turn his head practically backwards.... and if Alastor leans the *other* way, he's going to turn it back around! Still much pout...

Alastor

"Oh, is that how it is! You're never going to look at me again." He sighs dramatically—and then, just like the dramatic fool he is, starts singing: "I miss your voice, the touch of your hand; I long to know that you understand. My buddy, my buddy~ Your buddy misses you~~"

Sir Pentious has probably only been refusing to look at him for like, thirty seconds.

Sir Pentious

It is IMPOSSIBLE to avoid smiling when Alastor starts singing like inches from your face. He's screwing up his mouth, trying not to break!! But he turns back around, watching the fool singing. There's a grin on his face, and he's squeezing his own cheek, kind of embarrassed. Not embarrassed. What was the word for this feeling? When your best friend is singing *inches from your face* so dramatically!!!

Alastor

Mission accomplished. Alastor bumps his shoulder against Sir Pentious's, grinning back at him. "All right, so what *should* I do if you say something and I can't tell which way you mean it?"

Sir Pentious

"SSSSPEAK UP, IMMEDIATELY SSSO!" He frowns, but it's not quite the pout from before. Sir Pentious bumps back, "DO NOT INTERRUPT ME, BUT DO NOT SSSIT THERE MAKING ME OUT TO BE SSSOME KIND OF VILLAIN WITHOUT SSSTANDARDSSS."

Alastor

"My friend, I know you are a villain with the *highest* standards! All right, so I'll ask. Like I asked this time." Nudge.

Sir Pentious

"YOU MADE INCORRECT ASSUMPTIONSSS THIS TIME, FIRST! DO NOT DO THAT!" Very easy, clearly.

Alastor

"Oh, okay, I'll just switch off my capacity to draw conclusions based off of the words that other people say. I'll just not think until I'm sure I have enough information to think the correct thoughts! I don't know how I'll figure out I've got enough information if I can't think about it, but hey! It's a work in progress." He smirks wryly at Sir Pentious.

Sir Pentious

He knows that Alastor is teasing him, but instead of responding to it, Sir Pentious just nods his head, arms folded. A short, firm nod, "GOOD!" That settles that!

Alastor

Innocently, Alastor asks, "I don't want to *assume* anything, here—did you miss the sarcasm, or do you think I can really turn off my brain?"

Sir Pentious

"I DON'T THINK YOU CAN TURN OFF YOUR BRAIN AT ALL!! NOT WITHOUT HEAVY DRINKING." He smiles, and PUSHES Alastor playfully-- he would have pushed him down but there wasn't far to go with Pentious' tail everywhere.

Alastor

He pushes back. "Ha! True enough! I got rid of that dial. You can switch the station, but you can't turn me off and can't adjust the volume!"

Sir Pentious

Penny thinks a moment, tapping his chin. "SSSOMETIMESSS I CAN'T TELL IF YOU'RE JOKING OR NOT. PERHAPSSSS YOU SHOULD WINK OR SSSOMETHING WHEN YOU ARE BEING SSSARCASSSSTIC, MAKE IT VERY OBVIOUSSSSSS."

Alastor

"I'd look like I'd developed a facial tic, I'd be winking so often!" He played a short phrase in Morse code, one glowing eye flashing brighter with each beep. "I'm never a hundred percent sincere or a hundred percent facetious, I don't know how I'd signal you if I'm somewhere in the middle. But we'll figure something out. I'm a poor entertainer if the audience doesn't get the joke, aren't I?"

Sir Pentious

"INDEED, INDEED." Sir Pentious nods again, resting his head back down, "OR MAYBE YOU'LL JUSSSST HAVE TO BE MORE LIKE VALERA AND I, AND SSSAY 'THIS IS A JOKE' ALOUD."

Alastor

"Oh, how gauche! I'm sure I can do better than that. Maybe I'll have to wear a neon sign around my neck that says 'laugh now' and flash it on when appropriate." A beat. "That's a joke. But I hope that one was obvious?"

Sir Pentious

He smiles... Really wide. Look at that! Penny feels a lot better about that.

"THISSSS TIME, BUT AS SSSSOON AS YOU SSSSAID YOU WERE JOKING, I FELT ANY DOUBTSSS DISSSSSIPATE!"

Alastor

Okay, good, obvious but not 100% obvious—but what *could* be 100% obvious, really? "Maybe I'll give the 'laugh now' sign to my audience so I'm not winking every ten seconds. I think they've been slacking lately anyway. It's about time they earn their pay." Studio laughter. "Ha! No, I don't pay them. They do this out of love for me!" Bitter studio laughter.

Sir Pentious

*SNRK*. Penny gestures at him with a claw, "ARE THOSE POOR SSSSOULSSSS YOU GATHERED UP OVER THE DECADESSSS?"

Alastor

"They might be!" His answer is utterly gleeful. "Maybe I'll tell you someday. I like keeping a little bit of mystery around me!"

Sir Pentious

"FASSSSCINATING THAT YOU CAN, YOU TALK SSSSO MUCH." He smiles, resting his head back down again. Prrrp.

Alastor

"The trick is to not say anything important! Be interesting, not sincere! Audiences don't want sincerity, just a colorful facsimile of it."

Sir Pentious looks comfortable. What if Alastor, just. Sort of. Flops across him. Is that alright? He's about to hear loudly if it isn't.

Sir Pentious

He's not going to raise a fuss actually, he's just going to lift himself up... and lie across Alastor. THE SMUGGEST SNAKE. Welcome to pretzel city. "AH, THAT'SSSS TRUE. A COLORFUL FASSSSSSSSCSIMILE!!! OR... FASSI-SMILE? NYA HA HA!"

Alastor

“A facile facsimile smile.” This is a weird angle to be pressed down at. He wiggles a bit to get comfortable, and then relaxes. Okay. Flopping is okay. Sir Pentious had even reciprocated and increased the flop. “... This is nice. I can’t remember when I was last at the beach.”

Sir Pentious

...................................... Sir Pentious can remember when *he* was last at the beach. And he's just. Staring. At nothing in particular, his entire face is *hot pink*.

Alastor

Alastor is 100% oblivious. Brief silence? That means it’s his job to fill it! “I tried visiting a couple back home long ago, but they really aren’t worth the trip. I know there are nicer ones in the outer rings, but it’s quite a pain to sneak out—you really need a bigger goal than the beach for it to be worth the effort...”

Sir Pentious

........ Oh shit Alastor is talking. Sir Pentious clears his throat, "YESSS, YOU REALLY DO... I ENJOY THE ssssSEA OF SCREAMSSSS AND TORMENT, THEY REALLY SSSOUND MUSICAL AFTER A SSSCERTAIN POINT."

Alastor

“Huh. Well, I’m all for musical screams. Maybe I’ll give it a visit sometime.” He closes his eyes. Comfy.

Sir Pentious

"YESSS. AFTER I BLOW UP A PARTICULAR TREE." Mhm. Not even gonna elaborate. He thinks a moment, "HOW ARE VAGGIE AND THE OTHERSSSS? I THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY ALASSSTOR WHO BROUGHT ANYBODY."

Alastor

After he whats a particular what?

The topic moves on before Alastor can ask. “Oh—they’re all well enough! About every time I’ve left the kitchen Niffty’s been lurking outside waiting for an opportunity to clean up, hah. Angel’s been repeatedly using my antlers as a coat rack, I think he’s having a grand time. I haven’t seen Husk, no doubt he found something fermented and passed out face down in a puddle of it.” A pause. “Vaggie’s been glued to her phone. Getting updates from Charlie. I don’t know how she can stand it—this is the first time we’ve had an opportunity *not* to worry about the extermination, why is she squandering it?” He huffs. “But I suppose she doesn’t have much to worry about but the hotel. The only one she had to leave behind is Charlie, who isn’t in danger.”

Sir Pentious

"I CAN'T IMAGINE CHARLOTTE IS ENJOYING MISSING *THISSSS* PLACE. ALL THE SSSSPACE, THE FRESH AIR, THE MUSICAL NUMBERSSSSS." He clears his throat and extends his forearm, "*MY BUDDY~*"

Alastor

Alastor’s mood had been slowly starting to sink as he discussed the extermination, but it shoots straight back up at that. If he wasn’t being pinned down by a snake he’d be sitting bolt upright. “*My buddy~ Nobody quite so true~!*” He laughs in delight.

And then his mood gradually dips again. “You didn’t have to leave anyone, right? Just the eggs?”

Sir Pentious

"JUSSSST THE EGGSSSSS. AND MY TAILOR." He waves a hand, "SHE'LL BE FINE, I'D BE MORE CONCERNED FOR THE ANGELSSSSS, NYA HA HAAA!"

He returns to the Snenison Sandwich, "I CAN MAKE MORE EGGSSSS. THAT IS, HAVE MORE MADE.... I BROUGHT A FEW TENSSS OF THEM."

Alastor

"Your *tailor?*" He laughs. "Are you close? Or do you just appreciate her work?"

Sir Pentious

"SHE'SSSS A TAXIDERMISSSSST, BUT SHE'SSSSSS THE ONLY ONE WHO GETSSSSSS MY MEASUREMENTSSSSS DOWN PERFECTLY!! I SUPPOSE SHE'S NOT REALLY MY TAILOR BUT NO ONE USUALLY ASKSSSS." He snickers, "SHE'SSSSS RATHER GOOD AT WHAT SHE DOESSS. VERY SHORT TEMPERED."

Alastor

He laughs more loudly. “A taxidermist! Of course! Who else would get the measurements perfect!” He tries to think of a pun for a short-tempered taxidermist. Nope. Nothing coming. He can’t always be on his game.

Sir Pentious

Prrr prrr. Crunch Alastor. He's entertained from being able to feel that boney body under himself. Enrichment.

"SHE'D LIKELY NOT TAKE ANYONE NEW, BUT SHE ISSS IN THE CANNIBAL COLONY."

Alastor

“Oh, *really!* Why, I spend half my time around there! What’s her name, is she someone I know?”

Sir Pentious

"HER NAME ISSS MONARCH, SHE'SSSS A... HMM. WELL, SHE LOOKSSS LIKE A BUTTERFLY AND A SSSCORPION AT THE SSSAME TIME. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'VE MET HER, SHE WORKSSSS THERE BUT SHE DOESN'T CARRY THE SSSAME *AIR*, IF YOU UNDERSSSTAND MY MEANING."

Alastor

"I'm not familiar with her! I'll have to look her up. See whether she exists in my neck of the woods, too. If not, I'll have to go *bug* yours!" He finally got in a pun. He was proud.

"I wish I could have brought some of the colonists out here. But, well." A shrug. "Seemed like a poor idea."

Sir Pentious

It had been on Penny's mind, really... the Sir Pentious from Alastor's neck of the woods, so to speak. He didn't know how to bring it up, or if he *should*. Another awkward argument was definitely not on Penny's list of things he wanted to do during the escape from Extermination. He clears his throat... "DO TELL?" At least this way, he wasn't being too specific.

Alastor

They're both gonna dance around it huh. It's waltz time. "I mean—not for the obvious reason!" He laughs. "I'm sure any cannibals I brought along would be perfectly well-behaved guests, especially with their afterlives on the line."

Sir Pentious

It's waltz time!

"HA! MONARCH WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN WELL BEHAVED-- WELL, NOT IF PEOPLE ATTEMPTED TO BOTHER HER. I REMEMBER COMING IN FOR MY APPOINTMENT AND SHE'D GUTTED A CUSSSSTOMER FOR INTERRUPTING HER WORK, WAS TURNING HIM INTO SSSOME KIND OF COAT HANGER." Prr prr prr. "IT WASsss INTERESSSSTING TO WITNESS!"

Alastor

"Ha! It sounds like it was the other fellow who wasn't behaving! Seems fully deserved to me!" That purring was like having a massage chair lying on his back.

Sir Pentious

"NYA HA HAAAAAAA! FULLY AGREED!! BUT WHO'SSSSS TO SSSAY UNDER *ALIEN* SSSSTANDARDSSSS." Sir Pentious preens, "THE VECI FIND ME ABSSSSOLUTELY TERRIFYING AND BEAUTIFUL, AS THEY SHOULD! SSSO QUICKLY THEY BOWED TO ME, AFTER ALL."

Alastor

"As they *should*!" A round of ghostly applause.

Sir Pentious

Hmm.... He's looking at Alastor. 👀

Alastor

Why is Sir Pentious looking at him? Did Alastor say something weird? Was the applause too much? Is Sir Pentious expecting him to say something? What is he expecting? Alastor doesn't have anything to say. Nothing *specific,* anyway. He always has a hundred things to say, but nothing particularly relevant—

"I'm worried about them." Oh never mind, apparently he does have something relevant to say. "Not the Cannibal Colonists, they can handle themselves. And the ones that *can't* handle themselves—well, I'll see them one last time at the post-extermination potluck." (Weak studio laughter.) "But I left friends."

Sir Pentious

"YOU COULD HAVE BROUGHT THEM ALONG, I'M SSSSCERTAIN, PROVIDED THEY WOULD NOT HAVE ATTEMPTED ANYTHING *TOO FOOLISH* WHILE VISITING VALERA'SSSS ESSSTATE." He lifts a brow, though in his mind he wonders if Alastor means the other Pentious. Probably not friends... present tense.

Alastor

"I didn't want to put all my eggs in one basket." He laughs weakly. "This is the first time we've tried this. Until we got here, we didn't know this was going to work. Technically we *still* don't know. Sure, we're safe right now, but what if we open a gate to go home and find a squad of angels on the other side waiting to take out the jail-breakers?

"So I decided to split my odds. Ensure some of the people that matter are here, in case this works—and leave some of them in Hell, in case this backfires horribly."

Sir Pentious

........ Gulp. Sir Pentious' anxiety creeps back up, and he rubs at his throat to try to quell the lump within. They broke jail a few times! And nobody punished them, but would angels be different? Mmmhf. Don't think about it... but he's definitely not as soft to lie on right now, getting tenser.

"I SSSSEE. IT WAS A NO BRAINER FOR ME, JUSSSST BRING MYSSELF FROM MY OWN VERSION OF HELL. THERE'SSSSS NO ONE THERE THAT I'D BE WILLING TO RISSSSK MUCH FOR. IT'SSSS EXPENSIVE TO CLONE ALL OF THE EGGSSSS AGAIN."

Alastor

Oh, he can feel that tension under him. He feels around until he finds one of Sir Pentious’s hands so he can take and squeeze it. “I wouldn’t have come along this year if I’d thought we’d be safer in Hell than here. I would have asked Valera to host a guinea pig for us and hunkered down in the hotel. But... you know. There’s still that little bit of uncertainty until we get back.”

Sir Pentious

Oh it's hand holding time. Don't mind him as he holds so tight he threatens to break all the bones in Alastor's hand. CRUNCH. Other than that, he looks completely Fine!!! "YOU PROBABLY WOULD HAVE SSSSSAID SSSSOMETHING, YESSS. I'D *IMAGINE...*"

Alastor

He squeezes harder! Not enough to threaten bones, though. “I would have said something.” In a faux conspiratorial tone, he adds, “Now, the hotel crew? *Them* I’d be willing to use as lab rats, sure! *Not* my best friend.”

Sir Pentious

"...WHO *IS* YOUR BEST FRIEND AGAIN?" He thinks, "IS IT THAT... ROSIE AND FRANKLIN PERSON? I THINK YOU'VE MENTIONED THEM BEFORE."

Alastor

A moment of awkward silence. "Are *you* the one joking now, or have I not been making it blatantly obvious enough that it’s you?”

Sir Pentious

OH. He. Covers his face, hood FLOOPING UP!!! don't LOOK AT HIM---

"I THOUGHT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT OUR RESPECTIVE ***HELLSSSS*** SHUT UP!!!"

Alastor

He’s trying not to laugh. He barely succeeds, but it doesn’t stop his invisible audience. “I’m counting interdimensional finalists in this competition, not just the local contestants! But no—I meant, if I thought this was the *more* dangerous option, I would’ve fought tooth and nail to persuade you to stay in Hell until we’d seen whether hiding on an alien planet works for other sinners.” He pats Sir Pentious’s hand, he’s not giving that back any time soon. “As for *local* friends... oh, these days I’d say it’s a toss-up between Rosie and Mimzy. Depends on what kind of friend I need more at any given time.”

Sir Pentious

HUFF. Penny uncovers his face, but he is turned away, arms folded.... Well, one is. His tongue flicks and he is sulking!! It'll pass.

"AND WHAT ARE THEIR USES? SINGING?"

Alastor

“Oh, both of them! It’s a good thing they hardly know each other because if either of them heard the other’s singing chops, I’d be out *both* my favorite duet partners!” He laughed. “But aside from *that*, well... Rosie is the kind of friend you go to when you need a Mary Poppins. Mimzy is the kind of friend you go to when you need a Roxie Hart.”

Sir Pentious

He understood one of those references. His head comes back around to tilt, making a squinted look, "*WHO?*"

Alastor

“Roxie Hart! From *Chicago*? Haven’t seen that one? Think of, uh...” He wracked his brain. He couldn’t think of a comparable Gilbert & Sullivan character. “The ambition and callousness of Lady Macbeth with the personality and body of Ophelia.”

Sir Pentious

Oh! He understood that reference! Sir Pentious looks smug, suddenly. Esteemed Sir Pent, Knower of Reference. "AH, THEN I IMAGINE YOU'RE RATHER SSSSKILLED AROUND SSSSUCH SSSSORTSSS. YOU'D CHARM THE LADY MACBETH WITHOUT ISSUE!"

Alastor

“I do better with the Lady Macbeths than with the Ophelias, truth be told! Give ‘em the brush off and next thing you know you’re fishing them out of the drink, what a pity. Nobody’s drinking out of *that* well for a while.” Studio laughter. “But I like Mimzy, she’s all right. I think we were friends before we ever met each other, can you imagine that? I’d gossip about her movies and her personal drama on my show and she’d gossip about my show to the papers, and by the time we crossed paths in Hell it was like running into an old pal.”

Sir Pentious

SNORT. Penny adores gallows humor. He puts his clawtips together, hood lowered once more as he seems to have calmed down from that hissy fit.

"I'D SSSAY THE CHANCESSSS OF THAT HAPPENING ARE SSSLIM, BUT WE *ARE* HAVING OVER POPULATION ISSUESSSS.... SSSTILL, I HAVEN'T MET ANYONE THAT I KNEW THAT SSSSSURELY BELONGSSSSS IN HELL. LIKELY LYING LOW!"

Alastor

"Hah! Afraid of what you could do to them, no doubt." Is he calm now? Alastor reaches up and tugs Sir Pentious's head down to get him to lay on Alastor again. Pressure from friend good. "Mimzy's the only one it's ever happened to with me, and it wouldn't have worked out if we weren't both famous."

Sir Pentious

And he lies on him again. Squish. Local serpent is warm from the sun. Feels like a particularly squishy loaf of bread. Fresh from the oven.

"HMMM, SSSTILL. NO CHANCE OF IT HAPPENING IN THE LIVING WORLD NOW! THOUGH, MAYBE YOU COULD MEET SSSSSOME FOLKSSSS WHO REMEMBER YOU FROM THEIR LIVING DAYSSSSS, IF THEY PASSED RECENTLY!!"

His eyes are half moons as he taps his temple with a claw, "THEY'D SSSAY! 'I FIGURED YOU'D GO TO HELL, HA!'"

Alastor

Deer in the middle of a bread loaf. Venison sandwich. "Hah! If they did say that, it would only be with the greatest of affection! I played an amusing troublemaker on air—but no one would have called me evil then." He sighed. "But someone who's a hundred years old would have been only thirteen when I died. The odds of new arrivals that remember me are getting lower every year."

He poked Sir Pentious's tail. "I wonder how many people said that when you arrived, ha."

Sir Pentious

He makes a face, rubbing his cheeks a little in thought. "WELL I DON'T KNOW! AS I'VE MENTIONED, I'M NOT AS WELL KNOWN AS I'D LIKE TO BE! PERHAPS THERE ARE THOSE WHO KNOW ME, BUT HELL SSSEEMSSS CHOCKFUL OF AMERICANSSSSS!"

Alastor

"Apparently, we're just a uniquely terrible nation!" He laughs. "You know, every time you mention Americans not knowing who you are, I get this... this little bit of mental whiplash before I remember you did all your work in England."

Oh, they've looped dangerously close to the topic Alastor wants to talk about but keeps dancing around. Should he go for it? "... I'm most worried about him."

Sir Pentious

AHA-- Pentious clears his throat a bit, putting his fist to his lips. DOn't sound too excited, or look that excited for that matter. He glances to Alastor, "THE PENTIOUSSSS FROM YOUR VERSION OF EVENTSSS, YES?"

Alastor

"Right." He laughs ruefully, "I'm sure he wouldn't have come here even if I'd offered. 'Hello there, old friend—how would you like an all-expenses-paid vacation to a parallel universe, courtesy of the man who backstabbed you, in the middle of an extermination? All you have to do is step through this little portal you have no power to summon back up yourself if you need to escape!' Hah. Sure."

Sir Pentious

"WELL, I'M SSSSURE HE'S FINE! HE'S A SIR PENTIOUSSSSS. WE TEND TO *BOUNCE BACK*, AS IT WERE. YOU COULDN'T KEEP ME DOWN IF YOU TRIED! NYA HA HA!" He meant that more generally, but he immediately regrets it, "ER, GENERALLY SSSSPEAKING."

Alastor

Funny, because Alastor thought he'd done a pretty good job of putting a permanent damper on his own Sir Pentious's prospects, and by the sound of it this Sir Pentious's Alastor had done much the same.

But, like, had they been *exterminated?* "Right. He'll probably be fine. Right? He's been fine every year before!"

Sir Pentious

"EXACTLY!" Well, yes, that was true, but Sir Pentious wasn't ERASED and THEREFORE he couldn't be kept down. He did always bounce back! Eventually... He pats the Vension Sandwich, "SSSO YOU'VE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, REALLY. I CAN'T IMAGINE THE ONE EXTERMINATION WHERE YOU ARE HERE, THAT WOULD BE THE ONE WHERE HE'D GO *KAPUT!* THAT DOES NOT SSSSOUND LIKE ME."

Alastor

"It does sound like *Hell,* though. The *one year* I couldn't intervene if I saw angels swarming the airship." He sighs heavily and puts a hand on the one patting him. "But no. Hell wouldn't go to the trouble of orchestrating an end to *you* designed to torment *me* if it didn't also make sense for you. And you're right, it doesn't sound like you." So he keeps telling himself, but he's noticeably tensed up since this topic came up.

Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious can feel the way that Alastor's tensing up, and he frowns. What to do? His face screws up in thought, and he uncrushes the other so instead he can take both of his hands, pull him into a nice Hug, and rest his chin atop the other's fluffy head.

"IT WILL BE OKAY, MAN."

Alastor

*Oh.* Did he seem freaked out enough to warrant all this? He didn’t want that. Fucked up how if you start talking about how you feel suddenly people know what your feelings are.

He shuts his eyes, returns the embrace, and leans into Sir Pentious. “Right.” Long, long sigh. There’s nothing he can do about it from here. At a minimum, for the next few hours, it *is* okay.

He’s not going to fully relax until he’s home and *sure.* But all the same, the reassurance is... reassuring. “Thank you.”

Sir Pentious

What would be comforting? HMMMM...... He offers COBRA PURRING. Deep., raspy GASPING hissing sounds, don't you feel better Alastor. DON'T YOU.

Alastor

Being subjected to rattly growly snarly breathing? HE ACTUALLY FEELS VERY COMFORTED. He tries to match Sir Pentious’s breathing, and the ambient hiss of radio static around him rises and falls in sync with the raspy purrs. ASMR.

Sir Pentious

OH! ASMR!

He looks like a contented smiley face.

"THERE, LISTEN TO ALL THAT SSSSTATIC, YOU SSSSOUND LIKE YOU!"

Alastor

“Who did I sound like before?” Don’t mind him if he gets kinda droopy, he’s just sagging/relaxing against Sir Pentious. Resting his head on Sir Pentious means he can listen to the cobra purring more easily.

Sir Pentious

"I DON'T KNOW. A MAN WHO *WORRIESSSS*!" A shrug! He's looking out over the water again, tongue flicking.

Alastor

A laugh. “Oh, well we can’t have that!”

Sir Pentious

Hee hee. He smiles, that big wide smiley faced kind of look. How could someone so DIFFICULT TO LIKE be so FRIEND SHAPED. Sir Pentious is content to look at the water like this, for however long Alastor wants to remain in his coils for the duration of it.

Alastor

Alastor was going to be content to stay exactly where he was for a good long while. He'll just play some cheerful instrumental songs and enjoy the view and the company.

#hissandvinegar #chat log

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zippapotuhhmus · 4 years ago

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Flannel Excursions.

IN PROGRESS

March 3rd, 2020

Zippy reaches out to knock on the door a few times as she makes sure to hold onto the cardboard drink holder thingy, chock full of a few diff things not sure what Odie was...really in the Mood for.

Odetta moves out of the kitchen where she had set up the little breakfast spread, chock full of favorites from that place Zippy liked, moving to run her hand through her long dark hair as she goes to answer the door, instantly drawing Zippy into a warm, deep kiss. “Hi...” She lowly murmurs when she finally draws back, a smile peeking onto her lips.

Zippy feels Odetta's lips pressssssss down onto hers, her hands drawing her in close, a beat...two...passing before she closes her eyes and joins her, softly opening them again as she holds up the holder, "I've...umm, got...Coffee, OJ, Two different smoothies...and um...yeah..." She offers out, giving her a weak sheepish smile. "Help yourself."

“Wow, is my spread going to be able to compete...?” Odetta teases out, moving to take Zippy’s hand and lead her towards the full spread, letting her take it in, before offering her a plate. “Help yourself.”

"Whoa..." Zippy breathes out, not really having expected...All Of...her lips pushing a little to the side as she moves to put some of the food onto her plate finding it really hard to say no to Champ's even at a murkyyy jerky time like this, sitting down as she reaches out to grab the Green Apple Smoothie taking a deep drink as she takes in a forkful of the vegan blueberry pancakes after drizzling a little syrup on the top, the flavors jussssst popping mmm, chewing some as she looks over at Odie, "How...was...practice?"

Odetta takes a smoothie of her own as she takes a few things for her own plate, moving to grab the smoothie and take a deep drink, finding it refreshing, before she listens to Zippy’s question. “Not bad. Gearing up for the big match on Friday...would you...want to come? I’ve missed seeing you there,” she ventures back to Zippy.

Zippy chews on another hefty forkful of food, spreading the looove this go around as she hears the question tossed back, giving a quick swallow...ooof, "I...yeah...yeah, I could?" Zippy softly agrees, giving Odie a bit of a smile, until she scratches the back of her neck some...breathe...in...breathe ouuuuuut....i...her palms already feeling eughhh. "...About l...the flannel...did you end up Seeing it...?"

“I’d like that,” Odetta replies, a small smile peeking into her lips, before hearing the question, trying to recall...”Oh,” she offers, setting her plate down to head into her bedroom, finding the flannel that she had had pressed and cleaned for Zippy, offering it to her. “When did you start wearing Flannel...?” She teases out, a bit of lightness to her tone as a small smile tugs onto her lips. “It’s cute, though...”

A gentle peek of a smile flutters upwards as she hears Odie's response about the match, "Me too..." She warmly agrees, a swirl of surprise moving through her as she sees how Nice it and Professional it looked...taking hold of it and placing it onto her lap, "You...didn't have t..." She begins, her fingers scratching a bit at the side of her head as her lips twitch a littttttle, a soft chuckle escaping her as her cheek leans along the side of her hand, her dimples peeking through, "Uh...it's New...was thinking of buying some...though, it's comfy..." She reveals in a bit of a murmur, turning her head up a bit to look over at Odie, chewing the side of her lip a littttttle. "Are...we...are weee like Cool...?"

“I Wanted To,” Odetta correcta and reinforces with a small smile, before letting out a small bit of a chuckle, moving her arm around Zippy’s shoulder. “...want to go buy some after breakfast?” She posits, before taking in Zippy’s question, furrowing her brow a bit in confusion, before pressing her lips against Zippy’s cheek to reinforce that everything was Good. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Zippy closes her eyes for a brief moment as she feels the kiss warm her cheek, drawing a momentary upwards twitch of her lips, before they flutter down a bit as she remembers the night from....letting out a deep breath of sigh as she Tries Her Hardest to just... "....u...mm..." She barely mumbles out, pressing her eyes closed...another breath..."...because we're...not...um...n...nnnnnnot...“Girlfriend's”?"

Odetta stops for a moment, furrowing her brows as she tries to...Get It, but it not Clicking. “What do you mean? Thought we got back together...?” She offers, having been pretty sure that was what was up after their talk.

Zippy presses her eyes harder together as her nose scrunces up, internally screeching a low throaty hum emanating from her the only...evidence of it...not that she could really hear It, over the multitude of "ohfucks" recycling and overlapping in her head at being...Right, ohfuckingman...swaaaaaalllowing, "I just...thought we were..." Zippy starts off, chewing and sucking in her lip a bit...anxiously..."hanging....out? like a...sorry...kinda make-up thing or something?”

“Like you...want to...take it slow, before possibly getting back to things...?” Odetta surmises as she studies Zippy closely.

Zippy slowly opens her eyes as she hears the tone of Odie's voice, trying to chillllllllllthefuckoutttttt....whhhheeewwwww...a stream of air passing through her lips, "I...think maybe you were...Right the First Time...and mm, maybe...I mean, I don't...know, maybe I'm not really a Girlf....riend kind of girl, especially in the way you...Need?" She softly breathes out, her lips pushing upwards...and out a smidge, as a sorta...awkward, pained, expression shadows over her, her brows creasing together as she looks over to her..."I...did really miss you though...and it's...I like hanging out with you...y'know...?"

“Yeah?” Odetta replies back, a bit of softness moving into her tone, taking a look at Zippy as she gently moves her hands through her hair. “Is everything...okay?” She tries to start with, taking in all the little bits and pieces of Zippy’s expression and tone, her own lip moving to the side a bit. “I missed you, too, though, A Lot, and...I don’t want to, y’know...push you away by being...Too Much, either,” she admits as she looks up at Zippy.

"Is...It?" Zippy asks back, looking her over some more as she hears her words, her lips pushing a bit to the side. "I'm still Here..."

“I asked you first?” Odetta ventures back, keeping a softness to her tone, wanting to hear Zippy’s thoughts first and foremost, but also...realizing that maybe wasn’t the most Clear way to asks. “If we went Forward, in whatever form that could take...how would you...want it to look?” She attempts, to see if that would help the question on her mind come out more clearly.

A crease crinkles across Zippy's forhead as she tries to think on How To Answer the questions, scratching above her left brow some as she keeps at it. "U....hhh...I don't know we just kinda...figure it out as it goes? While we still be our own People and....mmmm...yeah?"

“You didn’t...think you were your own person Before...?” Odetta ventures back as she tries to process what Zippy needed to be Different this time around.

Zippy's lips push towards the side of her face as she finds her fingers fiddling with the ends of her hair, moving her shoulders up a little...."...more like YOUR person..." She mumbles out some, biting off a few bits of skin from the inside of her lip. "...I like you a lot, Odie...I just...wanna be Me...and like what I like or who I like without being...mmnnhnh...that you're going to get Hurt or that...you Lose It...or something..." She lowly vocalizes out after a bit more....internal pushing over herself, "So...I mean...we don't have to do it like...we did the other night if it's not something that clicks anymore or you're not comfy with, I really just wanna like to...I dunno...do more little things like This still...where we just...hang..."

Odetta releases a small breath through her nostrils, a familiarity moving through her at the words as she recalls what Gem had said way back when, too...before her lips twitch a bit as she looks at Zippy. "I want you to...do That, to be able to do That..." She concedes, even as a flit of...uncertainty moves through her, if she could...handle people like Toby being around Zippy, but...She releases another small breath. "...I want to see what it's like, being with You while you're able to...Freely be you, and maybe I need to get over my...Shit, if it's making you feel like you Can't be you, because...I know how shitty that can feel, to not be able to be...You," she vocalizes, her nose twitching a bit as she trails off, scratching her arm a bit.

"...really?" Zippy softly murmurs out as she finally moves to Look At Her, "I want you to be...You too, I..." Zippy offers back, her lips twitching somewhat as her voice trails off...

“Really...” Odetta replies back, wanting to Try, Really Try this time, to be Better, before taking in a small breath through her nostrils, moving her hair behind her ears as she tries not to think of her parents and all of That...before a soft smile moves onto Odetta’s lips as she gives Zippy’s hand a squeeze. “You always made me feel like I Could Be,” she seriously says, even as a bit of warmth moves through her tone. “...and I want to do the same for you, and I’m sorry for making you feel Less than that.”

Zippy's lips curl softly upwards as she looks over Odie, leaning to rest her head on her shoulder as her palm slides along her back.

Odetta softly moves her fingers through Zippy's hair as she holds her tightly, just...lingering in the moment, reinforcing her words through her actions, committing to being Different this time around...letting Zippy be Her.

"...thanks, Odie..." Zippy softly mutters out, as she holds her close, rubbing her head against her some as she lets out a breath, "...you're really cool, yanno...?"

"It's no problem," Odetta murmurs back, continuing her motions, letting out a small, soft smile as she hears Zippy's words. "Nah, that's totally you. You're Really Cool, You Know, right?"

Zippy draws back some more even as she keeps her arms tugly around Odie, "Why can't we Both be Cooooool?"

“You’re right. We can both be Cool,” Odetta acknowledges, even as a small smile moves onto her lips, leaning down to place another kiss on Zippy’s lips.

Zippy's dimples happily make their all-star debut as she hears where the convo had landed, closing her eyes as she moves into the kiss, until she happens to open her eyes and see the time on the microwave, shittyshitshit! "I have to go to classssssss!" Zippy cuts through the moment, springing up in a panic before she leans to press a few more kisses onto Odie's lips, "Thanks for...all of...Everything. After we can go to the...where do you buy Flannel at anyway?" She moves to say before anything else, until she stopssss not exactly sure where To Go...if she was Honest, was there just a lumberjack ladies store or something? Maybe...right?

“Then go, we can hang again later,” Odetta replies, giving Zippy a kiss in affirmation, before taking in her question about the flannel and her thanks for the breakfast, a small smile peeking through onto her lips. “Thank You for coming. And...I know a place?” She offers, thinking of the Woodsy store she had stopped at to get things one time for her team’s retreat one year.

Zippy leans in to press a few more, high energyyyyyyy, pecks before finally pullling herself back, swinging her bag over herself, "You have to show me after, I'll text you!" She calls out with a lopsided smile as she shuffles out of the door and to the subway as quick as she was able, hoping she wouldn't be lateeeeeeee...Too Late....

“Will do,” Odetta offers with a flit of a smile, giving Zippy one last kiss before holding up her two fingers to give a little salute, moving to get ready for classes that day, planning on finding that outdoors store later.

Later that day, at Rei

Odetta walks with Zippy into this...woods store she had heard about, keeping a stoic expression even as she looks at everything going on in the store with a bit of an internal confusion, wondering how exactly this store was managing to stay afloat in New York City, not sure what the Demand was, and the whole fish tank? Just, mm...focusing in on the Task as she asks...Ian, that was what his name tag said, where they could find Flannel, giving him a firm No as he asks if they want to try the fishing game, before making her way with Zippy in a streamlined manner towards the flannel section. “Quite the spread,” she acknowledges, taking in just how much flannel there...was, her eyes moving over it all.

Zippy takes hold of Odie’s hand swinging it loosely as she loooks and loooooooks and OOOO! quickening her pace some as she finds some flannel-y looking stuff before her right eye closes as she looks through the racks none of them really vibing with her like The One she had before...mmmmm, oooh! letting go of Odie’s hand as she sees a yellow looking one moving to put it on and do a half-spin, “Do I look like....Mustard?”

A brief bit of a chuckle escapes Odie's lips as she hears Zippy's reply, the tiniest smile peeking through briefly as she sees the little half-spin. "Cute mustard," she offers back as she stands beside Zippy with her hands in her pockets, taking in the full look.

Zippy draws the flannel into both of her hands as she crosses them, moving it tightly around her as a cheesy grin breaks out across her face, alighting it at the words...her eyes squinting a bit as her tongue peeks out from between her lips, blowing a bit...moving closer to Odie as she wraps the flannel a bit around her the lil bit it coulddddd, “and now, you’re a cute hot dog....”

A little bit of a chuckle moves out of Odie as she looks down at Zippy, before pressing the tip of her fing er to the tip of Zippy's nose, a flit of a smile momentarily moving across her lips. "We're a cute hot dog," she corrects.

“Ohyeaaaahhh...” Zippy kool-aid mans out, continuing her little shimmy flannel hotdog shake shake shake shimmy until she’s startled by an employee asking if she Needed help, oooopfhh, giving a cheesy smile as she declares she was going to buy This even if she did kind of stretch it out some feeling a little bad about it, buuuut...her arms coming back down as she turns back around, “You have to get one too...” She says to Odie even as she tries to figure out Which One...

A little flit of a smile crosses Odetta’s lips as she sees Zippy’s smile as the employee arrives, the briefest chuckle moving from her lips once the employee left, before her eyes move along the flannels, her hand moving on top of Zippy’s. “Pick one out for me,” she offers, a little curiosity moving through her at which one Zippy thought might suit her...

Zippy pulls a faaaace as she hears Odie laughing, “Not funnnnnnnnyyyyyuhhhh!” She declares, giving her a little shake before her eyes catch on the purple one trying to find her size tada! holding it out for her, “For You, so you can be a cute blueberry girllllll...”

“A liiiittle bit funny,” Odie offers back, moving to pinch her fingers together to show a little bit, taking in the purple flannel, actually kind of...digging it? “Come in to the dressing room with me and we can try them on together?” Odetta proposed, her gaze trailing towards the fitting rooms towards the back of the store...

Zippy pushes her upper lip under her noseeeeeeee at Odie’s funny not funny stuff, before sucking in her bottom one and crossing her eyes some as she squishes her face in a funny Actual funny way, until she hears about going to try them....ohhhh...turning to the side to grab another one at random to try walking alongside Odie to the dressing room sliding in one together, her hands moving against one another and under her chin. “Now make like a blueberry and....” Zippy’s brows shifting down as she tries to think on how to make like a Blue...berry....what punned with Blue...berry...?

Odetta slides into the dressing room along with Zippy, moving to draw her fully into a kiss once the door is shut behind them.

...Kiss Me? Huh...not funnnnny but...her eyes closing as she drapes her arms over Odie’s back, pressing herself closer against her as the soft smacking sounds take hold of the airwaaaaves...mmm, a small curl of a smile appearing as she pulls back some looking up at her, “You still have to try Itttt...”

“Well, first I have to take my shirt off to try it on...” Odetta lowly murmurs as her eyes meets Zippy’s as she slowly pulls back. “Will you help me...?”

#( * rps: odetta. )

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crumbling-cookie-imagines · 4 years ago

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May I request Pitaya Dragon/Hero fluff?

“Ssssstop it.” Pitaya hissed, trying to knock the wrench out of Hero’s hands but he merely side-stepped and ignored the dragon.

“Just a few more touches and I’ll be done.”

“You sssaid that eight hoursssss ago!”

“Then give me another eight hours!” Hero huffed, “I’m nearly done.”

Pitaya whined loudly, smoke spiraling out of their mouth and up to collect on the ceiling.

“Pitaya.” Hero huffed, glancing at the dragon cookie.

“Hero.” They mimicked the tone, putting their hands on their hips.

Hero narrowed his eyes, “I’m almost finished, stop distracting me.”

Pitaya whined louder, stomping their foot. “No!”

Hero gave the dragon an exhausted look, “I don’t want to argue with you-”

“Then don’t and jussssst take a break!” They exclaimed, throwing their arms up.

Hero huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I take a five minute break, will you stop bothering me with this?”

“Yesss.” Pitaya nodded with no intent to actually follow through with that deal.

Hero offered them a hand, causing the dragon to tilt their head to the side.

“It’s a deal, we shake on it.” Hero mumbled softly.

“Oh!” Pitaya shook Hero’s hand, “so it’s legally binding?”

“...Sure.” Hero sighed, “it’s been legally binded.”

Pitaya gave a toothy grin, grabbing Hero’s arm and essentially dragging him out of the workshop. Hero couldn’t even try to resist at this point, and even if he did it wasn’t like the dragon was weak or anything. Clearly, the cookie had little choice in the situation now, but only for five minutes or so he thought.

Pitaya sat the cookie down at a table, giving him a glass of water.

“You… What?”

“You don’t have any water in the workshop, and cookiessss need water… I think.” Pitaya mumbled causing Hero to narrow his eyes.

“You think?”

“Just drink it!” The dragon huffed, smoke once again curling up out of their mouth.

“You’re treating me like a houseplant.” Hero grumbled, drinking the water.

“Cookiessss are just houseplants with complex languagesss and an ability to expresssssss emotions.” Pitaya grumbled.

“...Express?” Hero squinted, nearly choking on the water.

“Plants have feelings too you know?” They tilted their head to the side, “the strange green cookie with the plant told me that.”

“The strange-” He frowned slightly, electing to ignore the description with a shake of his head. “Right.”

Pitaya just kinda watched him as Hero placed down the glass.

“Why do you care anyways? I’m still able to do my job.”

“Becausssse-” Pitaya made a noise similar to a whining seal- “how you feel affectsss me.”

“Like… empathy?”

“No! Not like empathy!”

Hero gave the dragon a confused look, falling silent.

“You’re like… important to me.”

“Mhm?”

“Don’t usssssse that tone! I’m being ssssssssseriousss!” Pitaya hissed, scrunching up their nose.

Hero could only nod, falling quiet once more.

“It’ssss like…” They huffed, “there’s no good way to explain thissss. Dragonsss have hoards, right? Sssstuff they protect and get attached to, you’re like… that… for me.”

“...” Hero squinted, “what-”

“It’s dumb I know ssssshut up!” Pitaya huffed, going red in the face.

“It’s not.” Hero frowned, reaching to grab Pitaya’s hand. “It’s not dumb.”

“Kinda issss.”

“No.” Hero shook his head, “listen to me. It’s not, but I’m serious when I say I need to finish it. Look, I’ll work three more hours and if I’m not out by then you can come drag me.”

Pitaya nodded slowly, “really?”

“Really,” Hero hummed, “we can cuddle and do whatever you want. Promise.”

Pitaya nodded again, “if you promise…”

#asks #anon #cookie x cookie #pitaya #hero #pitaya cookie #hero cookie #crob #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #mod pancake #pancake off the handles

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hf790 · 6 years ago

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Naga!Sheera x Reader Insert

One mid afternoon, you were walking down a path in a jungle-like forest where things seemed pretty normal to you. The sun was shining, birds were chirping and other animals were doing what they had to do. It was peaceful, very serene, you couldn't feel more content. Suddenly, you hear a sound that didn't sound very pleasant, a roar of some sort. You decided to walk a little fast as the roar was somewhat nearing towards you. You picked up your speed and noticed a large tree trunk that you figured you could climb. Luckily for you, someone was watching you from above and observed your every move keeping somewhat of a close eye on you. As you were trying to climb, you feel something wrap around your waist and hoist you up into the canopy.

You looked at the thing that wrapped around your waist. It looked like a gray snake tail with black stripes. Your mind went into a defense-like state. You were ready to be on guard as the tail was lifting you higher. Soon enough, the tail placed you on a sturdy branch of the tree and at a height where the potential predator couldn't sense you and unwrapped itself from your waist. You also soon saw the owner of the tail that lifted you into this safe zone. She was pretty, but looked tomboyish. She sported an aqua green tanktop that stopped at her belly. She had long dark chocolate brown hair and sweet hazel green eyes that did change to hazel brown at times. She looked like a human, but then you noticed a few parts of her that weren't human at all. Below her belly was what appeared to be the coils that lifted you up into the tree with the gray and black striped pattern. You also noticed her head, you couldn't see her human ears. All you saw were gray fox-like ears and the gray fur of her ears ended towards the inside of her ears which were pink. She looked at you with a soft smile. "I saw you walking and enjoying yourself until that unpleasant sound seemed to somewhat ruin it all. I couldn't stand someone like you being in danger to the point of death, so I decided to lift you up to where it's safe." She semi-slithered trying to come close to you, but you took a step back in a defensive position. "Oh my, there's no reason to be scared, but then again, if I were in your position, I would've done the same thing, so I can understand," She responded. Her gray fox ears twitched as she got an idea. "I might as well introduce myself to you. My name is Sheera, Sheera Grayfire, may I ask what your name is?" She inquired curiously. You told her your name. Sheera smiled. "That's a very sweet name, it's very nice to meet you," she nodded. You eased up just a small tad, but you were still on your guard. Sheera was a little concerned, but still understood why you were doing what you were doing and made her soft smile once again. "I know it will take you some time and me saying this may not matter much right now, but please know that I am not going to eat you. I just want to keep you safe until the morning." She said reassuringly. The sun was starting to somewhat set. Sheera noticed this and soon had her tail coil your waist once more, but a little tighter. "I'm going to get some food for us. I will not be long. I am semi-coiling you in case you decide to do something that will get you in extreme danger. I will only be a tree away. I am asking you nicely, please do not try to escape, this is the safest spot for you right now," she stated in a serious tone and having a serious expression on her face. You nodded and she slithered off having her tail coiled tightly around your waist. As she went, you were curious about these gray and black striped coils. You started to lightly touch and caress them. They were scaly, but soft and smooth to the touch. You couldn't help, but feel like you were somewhat safe in these soft coils.

From a distance where you couldn't see her, Sheera observed you as you were curiously feeling her coils. She couldn't help, but smile seeing how cute you were. She soon came back with some fruits in her arms for you and her. A few mangoes, star apple fruit and a couple of bananas to be exact. You took a defensive pose again, but you were a little more relaxed as well. Sheera chuckled at this. "I know, I'm not going to hurt you, take whatever time you need to relax," she said as she softly smiled holding up one of the mangoes to you. "Why don't you have something? Surely you must be hungry," she said kindly. A part of you was thinking that she was offering this to you to fatten you up so you could be an extra delicious meal for her, but that part of you soon shrank down as your stomach was growling quite a bit. Sheera's ears arched a bit and got an idea as she let her coils be more loose around your waist as she slithered closer to you, but this time, you only flinched. "I know I was a bit tight and I am very sorry. I just didn't want you to escape and place yourself in unnecessary danger," she said sincerely and truthfully. You loosened up even more and told her you understood why she was doing it thus relaxing you more. You decided to let her come closer to you as you accepted the mango she offered you.

As you ate the mango and some of the other fruits she gathered up for the both of you, you decided to tell her that you're from a nearby city and that you just needed a temporary change of scenery. Sheera's ears perked up as she was eating a mango. "Really now...? I come from a nearby city as well. You see, I am a gray fox demon hybrid. I possess demonic powers and fox magic. At times, my fox magic goes a little whack, therefore changing me into this naga form. When that happens, I feel like a change of scenery as well which is why I'm here." She responded. You were quite surprised to find this out, but yet you weren't scared as you reached for a star apple fruit and began to take a bite.

Throughout the evening, you and Sheera opened up to one another even more as you were then completely relaxed and trusting towards your new friend. You both spoke, chuckled and just felt safe. Sheera also got serious for a bit. "Here is how it will be tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, I will leave you coiled to gather fruit for breakfast. Once we finish eating, I will take you to the edge of this forest to where it will lead you to the nearest city that I told you about. From there, as you stated, there are buses and trains there that can get you back to your residence correct?" She asked. You nodded truthfully. "Very good. Once we reach the edge of the forest, there will be a path, just follow the path to that city and you'll be safe." She also handed you a piece of paper. "This is my cellphone number, if you ever wish to hang out again, call me and we can plan something," she said kindly. You smiled, nodded and gently took the paper from her placing it in your securest pocket.

Sheera looked up at the moon and stars. "Look up there," she instructed to you. You looked up to see a beautiful display of the moon and stars. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Sheera asked you. You nodded in amazement in response as it just looked to beautiful and sweet. Sheera knew it was getting late and wanted you to be fully rested for your journey home tomorrow, but you didn't seem sleepy in the slightest. She soon got an idea. She had a resting place higher up in the tree to keep her safe from predators, but she wanted you to feel sleepy before going up there. She turned to you and came close to you. "I know you're not sleepy, but I would like to show you something that may peak your interest, may I?" She asked with a smile. You nodded a little nervous as to what it was. Sheera then embraced you in her arms having your face and her's at eye level. "Then I ask if you can just look into my eyes my dear..." she said semi-seductively. You nodded doing as you were asked as you started to notice that her hazel green eyes started to shrink down until they were not there anymore, but then after a second, rings of red, orange and yellow started to appear in her eyes, each eye having a different color ring in them. Your eyes widened at first reaction as only one ring came out in each of your eyes since you were nervous, yet intrigued. Sheera saw that and slowly backed away a bit as your head started to follow her eyes as then two rings of a different color in the pattern appeared in your eyes as your mouth hung ajar wanting to get closer to those beautiful eyes of hers. "Yessss my dear... that'sssss right... Jussssst sssstare into my eyesssssss...." she hissed seductively, yet soothingly. She then started to do a belly dance for you as she kept staring into your eyes not breaking eye contact as now all 3 colors of rings appeared in your eyes.

She kept doing her belly dancing for you and slithered in the air around you as you followed her around. "Do you like my eyessss my dear?" She asked. With your mouth hung ajar all you could do was let out a hiss-like "Yesssss...." Sheera smiled at this as her tail formed a spiral staircase around the trunk of the tree leading up to the resting place she intended for the both of you. "Let'ssss... get you ready to feel comfortable... the only thing I asssssk you to remove is your sssandalssss...." she hissed. You obediently took off your sandals as your bare feet were showing. Sheera's tail spiraled back down after it's prepping of the coil staircase to take the shoes and placed them up to her abode and came back down again ready. "Pleasssse ssstand up my dear..." You nodded forming a somewhat goofy smile having all three rings spiraling in your eyes in different patterns a little faster than the beginning, but not too fast. Her tail soon went in front of your bare feet as Sheera backed away a little bit. "Follow me, my sssweeet... Follow my eyessss...." she hissed following her makeshift coil spiral staircase as you started walking on her tail which began that coil staircase as you were focused and following Sheera's eyes. The scales below you felt so good against your feet. They were soft and soothing your soul to the touch. They felt so good. All of this was your whole world right now. Sheera was smiling as her eyes kept spiraling floating in the directions her coils below her were going. "Do you trusssst me my ssssweet?" She asked you soothingly. You nodded with that goofy smile of your's as you kept following her spiraling up. She soon arrived at the strongest branch available which was also the resting place for the both of you. You followed her to the middle of the branch as she stopped you with her finger as her eyes returned to their normal hazel green while your's were still spiraling.

She then embraced you in her arms once again as she had her coils prepare a coil pile for the both of them to sleep in. "You're sssso ssssoft and cuddly...." Sheera said soothingly to you as she caressed your hair sweetly. Your eyelids were getting heavy somewhat drooping over your Sheera-filled eyes. Your response to her compliment was a moaning yawn. Soon enough, her pile of coils were ready as she went the opposite direction of you as you did the same looking at her with that sleepy hypnotized smile of yours as Sheera had her finger beckon you to follow her as she air slithered backwards to that paradise pile of coils. She somewhat sat and laid down in them having her back against them and the tree trunk and had you sit and lay down in them with her. She held you close to her having her coils secure the both of you by making a wall where neither of you would fall off the tree. She also took a few measures by having her tail coil snugly around your waist as she had a few thick ones cover the both of you up like a blanket, but still in her arms. She looked at you smiling sweetly. "You look sssssleepy my dear... Do you wisssssh to ssssleep...?" She asked caressing your cheek soothingly. You smiled even more with your eyelids drooping over your Sheera-filled eyes even more nodding your head and slightly moaning from sleepiness. Sheera smiled softly holding you even more in her arms and whispered into your ear. "Closssssse your eyesssss.... go to ssssssleeeeep.... ssssssssleeeeeeeeeeeep..." she whispered and hissed soothingly. With one final yawn, you rested your head against Sheera's chest snuggling up in her arms, closing your eyes slowly falling fast asleep in her warmth. Sheera nuzzled your hair. "Ssssssleep well my dear, I will ssssee to it that you are well-ressssted in the morning..." she said soothingly holding you even more close leaving your head against her chest as she closed her eyes falling asleep herself.

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atariaction · 6 years ago

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Lander: BASIC Tenliners Contest 2019 entry

Use the joystick controller to land your LEM (lunar excursion module) on a moon. Land on one of the green landing pads. The trigger fires the main thrusters, pushing the ship upward against the moon’s gravity. Left/right stick movement fires the side thrusters for horizontal movement.

A control panel shows your vertical speed (indicated by ↓), horizontal speed (→), strength of gravity on the moon (G), and amount of fuel (F). To land safely, you must touch down on a landing area with a vertical speed of 10 or less, and horizontal speed of 5 or less. Flying off the sides or the top of the screen is deadly. Running out of fuel is not recommended.

Each moon is a little different, with gravity ranging from light (G5 in the control panel) to heavy (G20.) Moons usually have one or two landing pads. (Rarely, you will come across a moon that has none! In this case you will die. I’m sorry. Space exploration is dangerous.)

The first Lunar Lander that I was exposed to was Atari’s vector arcade version, which seemed amazing — and impossibly difficult. Later, my dad bought the Adventure International version of Lunar Lander for his Atari 800. (It was one of the few pieces of Atari software that he didn’t pirate.) In that version, the LEM doesn’t rotate. Instead, side thrusters push the ship horizontally while it remains in a vertical position. I did the same in my version.

(That’s where I learned the word “hybrid.” The stats on the back of the box said “Language: Hybrid.” I wondered if that was some programming language I hasn’t heard of; dad explained that the word meant “a combination of two things.” In this case, BASIC and assembly language.)

Benj Edwards wrote a great history of Lunar Lander games that is worth reading.

I’ve wanted to program a Lunar Lander-type game since I was a teen. I’m pretty sure I tried it using shape tables on my Apple IIc in AppleSoft BASIC, and experimented with it in Atari BASIC at some point, but I never could get the movement with respect to thrust and gravity right. I didn’t have the math concepts. But in the past few weeks, with my buddy helping with the math for Bouncy; and reading Bruce Artwick’s book Microcomputer Displays, Graphics and Animation, I now know jussssst enough math to be dangerous with Atari graphics. So I was finally able to create a version of Lunar Lander, and in 10 lines of Turbo-BASIC XL.

For the contest, my program fits in the 120-characters-per-line category. In terms of cramming stuff into 10 lines, it’s some of my best work and I learned a lot. Several times I thought the program has to be done, there was absolutely no more room to squeeze in another feature. Then I’d find a way to do something in fewer bytes, making room for a tiny improvement elsewhere.

My favorite was replacing for-next loops to move or generate data with the MOVE statement, with copies memory around RAM. For instance, I needed to zero out Player (sprite) data. Normally I’d do that with FOR I=P+512 TO P+896:POKE I,0:NEXT I. But — MOVE DPEEK(88),P+512,384 does the same thing with fewer bytes (and much faster.) But I needed to copy from an area of RAM that is all zeros. Where would I find such a place? A newly blank screen is filled with zeros. At another point, I needed a mess of random-looking data for the ship explosion. I started with a FOR-NEXT loop writing RANDom numbers, but ended up moving random bits of data from the Atari ROM into sprite memory. Again, it was much faster and took of less precious program space. I’m not implying at all that I invented this technique, but I figured it out on my own and it was satisfying.

Here’s the commented code:

'LANDER by Kevin Savetz 'March 22 2019 GRAPHICS 23:'GR. 7, no text window. 159x92 'normally y=95 for full GR.7 screen, we lose a little because text line at top DIM F0$(16),F1$(10) F0$="\00\00\00\00\3C\42\42\3C\42\7E\5A\81":'LEM graphic with blank spaces around 'to make erasing old LEM easy as it moves vertically 'F1$ is workspace for the P1 thrust flame FUEL=150:'starting fuel A=PEEK(106)-20:'set aside RAM for players POKE 54279,A:'PMBASE P=A*256:'top of P/M memory POKE 559,46:'Double line resolution P/M characters VX=-5+RAND(11):'Initial X speed POKE 53277,2:'turn on players (not missiles) M=DPEEK(88):'top of screen RAM MOVE M,P+512,384:'zero Player data, copying 0s from the fresh blank screen POKE 704,88:'PCOLR0. I like purple. 'custom display list D=DPEEK(741):'location of display list POKE D+4,66:'top line is Graphics 0 text line (mode 2) -MOVE D+102,D+99,3:'shorten the display list so screen's not too tall POKE 752,1:'hide cursor 'draw terrain & stars/ground texture COLOR 1 PLOT 0,90-RAND(60):'start drawing terrain on left edge LPP=1:'first segment can't be landing pad FOR I=10 TO 150 STEP 10 Z=M+40+RAND(3500):'pick a location for star/ground texture POKE Z,PEEK(Z)!3:'draw it IF (LPP OR (RAND(5) OR LP=2)):'draw craggy rock if we just drew a landing pad 'or if we've already drawn 2. Otherwise, maybe draw a pad II=RAND(40)+52:'rock height COLOR 1:'color of rock LPP=0:'remember that last thing drawn isn't a pad ELSE COLOR 2:'color of pads LP=LP+1:'count number of landing pads LPP=1:'remember last thing drawn is a pad ENDIF DRAWTO I,II:'draw the rock/pad NEXT I COLOR 1 DRAWTO 159,60 PAINT 159,92 DT=.05:'Time increment. Lower numbers make the game slower X=50+RAND(125):'Initial X Y=520:'Initial Y G=RAND(15)+5:'Strength of gravity VY=1+RAND(10):'Initital Y speed DO:'main loop POKE 53278,0:'Clear PM collisions X=X+VX*DT:'change LEM's X POKE P+Y+264,0:'clear side thrust Y=Y+VY*DT:'change LEM's Y VY=VY+G*DT:'new Y speed POKE 53248,X:'HPOSP0 position LEM at new X MOVE ADR(F0$),P+Y,16:'draw LEM at new vertical position 'clean up from last move... -MOVE M,P+Y+136,12:'copy 0s from top corner of screen to erase flame (if any) SOUND:'stop thrust sound if any 'thrust. Player 1 is the bottom thrust flame IF FUEL AND STRIG(0)=0:'if trigger and have fuel VY=VY-2:'decrease vertical speed MOVE ADR(F1$),P+Y+136,10:'place flame 8 lines below P0 SOUND 0,50+Y,8,8:'I KNOW, there's no sound in space POKE 53249,X:'P1 X position POKE 705,50+RAND(11):'flame color FOR Z=3 TO 8 POKE ADR(F1$)+Z,RAND(16)*4:'rows of random flame, but only 4 bytes 'in the middle so it isn't too wide 00111100 NEXT Z FUEL=FUEL-1:'reduce fuel ELSE:'if no trigger, check for left/right thrust. Player 2 is the side thrust flame S=STICK(0) Z=(S=7)-(S=11):'get joystick left-right status IF Z AND FUEL AND NOT FIRE:'if joystick and have fuel and LEM isn't thrusting up POKE P+Y+264,3:'put P2 flame at correct vertical position relative to LEM POKE 53250,X-3+(4*Z):'side flame on left or right of LEM POKE 706,50+RAND(11):'P2 color VX=VX-Z:'change X speed SOUND 0,50,8,8:'noise FUEL=FUEL-1 ENDIF ENDIF POKE 87,0:'get ready to print in text window 'If LEM goes off screen or hits terrain or hits landing pad too fast IF X<40 OR X>205 OR Y<510 OR PEEK(53252)&1 OR (PEEK(53252)&2 AND (VY>10 OR ABS(VX)>5)) FOR Z=1 TO 250:'explosion SOUND 0,50+RAND(30),6,8:'in space no one can hear you scream MOVE 59740+RAND(500),P+Y+4,12:'copy random data from ROM to P1 POKE 704,50+RAND(21):'P1 color NEXT Z RUN:'restart ENDIF 'show speed, gravity, and fuel POS. 14,0:?"\1B\1D";INT(VY);" \1B\1F";INT(VX); ?" \C7";G;" \C6";FUEL;" " IF(PEEK(53252)&2):'touched landing pad, make happy music & restart SOUND 0,121,10,10:PAUSE 80 SOUND 1,81,10,10:PAUSE 80 SOUND 2,60,10,10:PAUSE 150 RUN ENDIF LOOP

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westofcarter · 4 years ago

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Date Crashers [February 7, 2020]

IN PROGRESS

Evan leaps off of Ferren's back once they arrive piggyback-style at their destination, her boots hitting the pavement with a definitive click, placing her feet together as she nails a perfect landing, holding her arms up in Perfect Gymnast Style, 10/10, Eat Shit, Esra, a shit-eating grin flashing across her lips as the thought crosses her mind, before moving to zip her coat up a bit more because it was cold as shit, plus stealthy, obv, a wicked grin crossing her lips as she looks up at Ferren, shoving her hands inside her jacket pockets. "So what's the plan here, dad? Go inside, fuck shit up, get a pizza?" She offhandedly offers out as her gaze pans towards the Italian place where Carter was having his Alleged Date that night, giving a little tongue pop at the end to punctuate her words as her gaze shifts back to Ferren, a mischievous spark darting through her eyes.

Ferren takes another drag from his menthol as Evan does her Dismounnnnnt, giving her the little perfuncthorey clap as the stream of smoke passes through the air, taking one final drag before flicking the cigarette against the brick and stomping on it as he thinks for a hot sec, "Yeah! Pretty much..." He cosigns, with a flash of a pointed smile sharing a conspiratorially low giggle with her before slipping his way stealth, like so, inside the shop, casually looking around to see if he could spot Carter.....all....his lips flitting to the side somewhat...

A wrinkle of a smile softly creases across İbrahim’s face as he romantically finishes up extolling the beauty of the colloquially named, cotton castle, along with Ephesus. His hand having easily gravitated towards Carter’s softly, unconsciously, rubbing his thumb along the top of it. “I would love to take you someday,” He sheepishly admits, with a crooked half-smile, “Tell me more about you though, where else you would like to see. I’d love to hear all about it...” He gently requests, his chin falling into his other palm as his gaze remains focused onto Carter, just really yearning to learn...more about such an enrapturing soul such as himself, not to mention the way his voice made his heart flutter...a bit, if he were honest with himself.

"Fuck yeah," Evan affirms back at hearing the confirmation, a mischievous smile gliding along her lips before sharing in the conspiratorially low giggle, keeping stealthhhh as she slides in with Ferren, following his lead...

"And I'd like to see it, one day," Carter agrees, a flit of a little smile crossing his lips, it all sounding...kind of like cool shit, even though it felt more up Sam's alley, fucking...he keeps the little smile on his lips, even as he does a little internal snort in the internal crevices of his mind at realizing that he was probably on a date with Sam's Dream Man, before hearing the question turn to where exactly He would like to see, blessing Sam's ass for blabbing allllll about these locations that he would never otherwise have organically come upon, trying to draw back in his memories towards ones that stood out in his mind, before..."Would love to see Volubilis sometime," he recalls, a little flit of a smile crossing his lips at remembering the dumbass way Sam used to extol its praises, but remembering how...cool it sounded, actually, being largely unexcavated and not all that much of a tourist trap, before that word he reminds him. "Though also the Great Wall? Probably a more Generic answer, but still, think it would just be one hell of a sight to see," he adds.

İbrahim’s lips warmly tug upwards as he hears Carter being interested in going, “Next date, perhaps...?” He tries his best to casually, but, sincerely, offer out not wanting to put too much pressure onto things but...his lips drawing further upwards at the mention of the Great Wall, “I don’t think it’s Generic, at all. If it’s somewhere that you t-“ İbrahim begins, continuing his soft motions along the top of Carter’s hand until the unexpected interruption draws his attention and disrupts his thoughts...

Ferren moves his palm out to Ev for some gum, taking and unwrapping the two sticks as his back teeth go to woooooooork, followed soon enough by his fingers as he spits out and stretches the chewed up pieces on his makeshift creation leaning off the counter as he strides forward taking a chair from another table and loudly clattering it backwards at the table Carter was at in between the two of them, subtly leaning over to placeeeeee It and Light it jussssst underneath of This Oldhead’s Chico’s shoe...slapping the table with a thunderous clap, leaaaaning forward on his forearms his lips sharply cutting upwards, “Soooooo, what did I Miss?!”

Ev slaps the sticks of gum I To Ferren’s hand before taking a few of her own, popping it into her mouth before slowlyyy blowing a bubble, shit this one was a big one, emphatically letting it pop as she takes a chair of her own, catching sight of what Ferren was doing as she slips her ownnn gum oh so surreptitiously down, her movements nimble and discreet as a fox as she subtly does so, before a grin slideees onto her lips as she waits to hear what they had Missed.

Carter slowly shifts his gaze towards Ferren and Evan as his eyes narrow. “Nothing, because I’m on a Date, and you were just Leaving,” Carter flatly replies to the two of them, his gaze boring into theirs for a few beats, before turning back to meet Ibrahim’s gaze. “Excuse the interruption, just my friends, it’s what they Do,” he offers out, knowing that he would be in for the true ultimate litmus teat for dating him, surviving whatever Ferren felt like sharing out, it inevitably going to Happen, even as a flit of curiosity moves through him at how Ibrahim would fare, hm....

Ferren pushes his lips out making a fake sad noise at the whole attittttttude from Carter, Still....pretty sure he was wrong...his lips slowly curling up as he hears the surprised and panicked noises to the left of him, a devilish amusedness alighting in his eyes...

İbrahim takes in the newcomers with a new light as he hears they were Friends of Carter’s, a smile gravitating onto his lips as they slowly part about to offer them to join them in any case until...a Smell garners his attention First followed instantly by the intense sensation of heat along his...his attention following to see that his pant leg was on fire?! harshly scraping the chair back as he stands, panic quickly erupting within him as he stomps madly seeing that his shoe had happened to be alit as well until his senses break in the midst of dread and disorientation quickly making his way into the bathroom in search for Water!!!

A low rumble of laughter moves out of Ferren as he watches the quick escape his arms crossing over the back of the chair as he gives a cutesy pouty look over to Carter, “...oops!” He babytalks out, not able to contain the sharp smirk from naturally arising slinking out of his seat and onto Carter’s lap, his arms draping around his shoulders comfortably, “I could go forrrrr some Thai, I’ll even let you pay. A reallllll date.”

Carter resists the urge to roll his eyes at the whole thing as it inevitably happens, Fire, really? Half curious if this pizza place had any cameras installed, internally chuckling at the idea of Ferren copping an arson charge without even getting a slice of pizza out of it, would he visit him in Jail, hm, who knows...instead keeping his expression serious and Concerned because this was a Serious matter, fire was Dangerous and not at all a Played Out means of Ferren Torment at this point, moving to go and try to help Ibrahim before he feels Ferren sit on his lap, the eye roll emerging in full force since Ibrahim was gone, not holding back in shoving Ferren the fuck out of his lap, if he hit the floor on his way down, So Be It, giving Ferren a swift little kick when he was sure the waitstaff wasn’t looking, before making his way to the bathroom, spotting Ibrahim, moving to help him out in putting out the remains of the fire. “It’s what they Do,” he offers, once again, before giving a slight apologetic look. “And I understand if you don’t want to see me any more with the Shit they pull. But if you do...maybe we can take that trip, get to know each other without this Shit?”

Evan’s eyes alight with a wild mischief as she sees Dad’s plan come to fruition, a laugh escaping her as the poor bastard runs for the hills, until...she sees Carter push Ferren to the ground, angling herself toooo whip her own kick right into Carter’s ass for Dad, what a Brat Carter was being, the saddest violins playing in the back of her mind as she shakes her head at his Brattineas, before moving to offer her hand and help Dad up, before her eyes alight as she sees that the Pizza has come, moving to take a slice, it tasting even better when it was on that poor bastard’s dime...

Ferren’s lips tease upwards at the offer figuring it was what Carter actually wanted until he finds himself on his ass...what a bitch. A throaty sound coming from him as he gets back up with a little help from Ev, seeing the bewildered waiter drop off the pizza and eventually unfreeze to speak to whoever he needed to speak to whatevvvver, wondering if he should just light this entire place on fire, With Carter’s Ass in it...as he sees the stank ass pizza, hmph...

İbrahim flings his shoe off as he quickly unbuckles his belt and tosses his slacks into the sink, pressing hard onto the water seeing the smoke fill the room his chest heaving violently up and down as he struggled to Calm his breaths even as the fire was effectively gone....Fire?! How did that even...his chest rising rapidly and falling even harder as he grips the edges of the sink, resting his polka dotted socked foot onto his one loafer on the opposite one....breathe....breaaaaathe...the sound of Carter’s voice causing him to jolt upright the after thought coming to him that he hadn’t locked the door, not that was even a forethought in the Heat of the moment, swallowing some as he looks over to him, his brow furrowing with a deep contemplation...and more so, confusion, “...I don’t understand?”

“It’s what he Does,” Carter reiterates, letting out a small breath. “Trying to sabotage my relationships, committing Arson. It’s just how Ferren Is, and I understand if you don’t want to deal with That, most people Don’t, but it’s just part of getting to know Me...dealing with Ferren’s Shit,” he offers, punctuating his last word, even as he rolls his eyes a bit at this becoming such an Expected Thing at this point, if Ferren could have a whole ass boyfriend, why the hell couldn’t He, stupid shit, really....before continuing on. “But I Do want to get to know you, still, in spite of all the Shit, but I’d Get It if this is all Too Much.”

A deep crease of confusion crinkles between İbrahim’s thick brows as he rubs squeezes the sink a bit it all seeming so...turning to look over at Carter, “That’s not...” pausing to find the word...”...Normal. Is this some kind of...American thing?” He ventures out, not quite understanding how Arson and...a bit of a frown casting downwards as he hears what else was on Carter’s mind, “That’s What I want too...just not quite Like This...” He responds back, his attention drawing back to the fact he was pants...less, with one shoe on in the middle of a public washroom...after a near death experience, giving a small swallow as he takes another breath, “...Maybe...you could give me a call sometime, after...whatever is unresolved out there reaches its conclusion? A...Do-Over?” He figures out after a few beats of contemplation, about to go to get his other shoe until he realizes...his foot was...Stuck in....taking in a deep inhale of breath as he pullllls his fooooooot...

“It’s not Normal,” Carter acknowledges, letting a slow stream of breath out through his lips as he leans against the sink... “But it’s my Life right now, as it stands,” he offers, before taking in Ibrahim’s offer, the faintest twitch of a smile forming on his lips for just a moment, miss it and it was gone, was it even really There? Mm, before floating out an idea as one hits him... “Somewhere else maybe? For this Do Over?” He lets hang in the air, looking over at Ibrahim, before moving to assist him the best that he could...

A huff of air passes through İbrahim’s lips as he feels the tension Release turning his shoe over to see...what in the hell? His chest falling again as he leans over to put on his other shoe, fishing his pants from the sink trying to think on how he could...mm! his gaze beelining to the hand dryer, when in little eatily? “I think you deserve That,” He gently says to Carter sympathetically looking him over as he hears the air pass through him, “Something Normal, Stable, opportunity to make your own choices without...punishment.” He clarifies a bit, prior to pressing the button on the dryer hoping it would make a bit of a difference...the sound of the machine filling the air until it abruptly ends...considering if he should give it another go or just give up on the entire thing as it was...a warm laugh moving out of him in spite of the entire...a little hum following after as he turns to Carter, “You haven’t even Called...”

Carter takes in İbrahim's words as he continues to help him out, before wordlessly moving to fish his phone out of his pocket as he hears İbrahim's remark, moving to dial his number, casting his gaze in the other direction as it rings, hearing the ringtone come from İbrahim's own phone...

İbrahim hears...having completely forgotten about that when he had...tossed...his pants in...a deep sigh moving out of him as his hand reaches into his pocket moving to answer it without looking at the screen, hoping it wasn’t...“Hello?”

"Is this İbrahim? Carter West, calling about that Do Over..." Carter responds, leaning against the sink as he looks up at the ceiling, pretending like they weren't in the same room for the whole Schtick of it all...

A smile cuts across İbrahim’s face as the light of recognition moves through him, sneaking a glance over to Carter to see him staring at the ceiling only amusing him even further a low chuckle moving out of him as he presses the phone between his ear and his shoulder trying to put his pants back on, “I see, I see...you kind of...caught me in the Middle of Something...” He starts off trying to keep his tone light and casual as he bounces a bit to into them feeling the dampness along his right calf, well...zipping his pants as he keeps his gaze on the wall closest to the door, swallowing some...”...You’re...Free, right now? Or, are you calling to reschedule...or?” İbrahim trails off leaving it open for Carter to tell him what he was thinking, what he wanted...as he moves to button his pants.

"Oh, really..." Carter offhandedly offers back as he keeps his gaze up towards the ceiling, tapping his fingers against his leg as he lets out a small contemplative hum. "I'm Free now, if you're willing to join me in a Daring Escape, but I also have an idea for when and where to reschedule, if you'll join me...?" He inquires, vaguely recalling seeing a back door out past the bathrooms, figuring if he was up for it, they Could make their escape and still finish of the rest of the date, Ferren and arson free...

“Really,” İbrahim replies back, “It’s a good interruption though...” He adds on, his lips curling up once again until he hears the mention of...”An Escape...?” İbrahim repeats the word sitting on his tongue...oddly, his voice pitching down a few more octaves, “...Is that what you want?”

"An Escape," Carter replies back, moving to take his already deep, rich tone an octave down to match, in a low near-whisper of affirmation, "I Do."

İbrahim loosely nods his head a faint breath passing through him, even as the whisper tickles his ear a bit a faint smile appearing and disappearing just as fast, “All right. I have...something to take care of first, where should I meet you?”

"Meet me out back, and two doors down, and we'll go from There," Carter lowly whispers, throwing in the last bit for a bit of extra precaution, hoping that İbrahim had seen the back door, and would be stealthy enough in using it...

#( * rps. )#( * rps: ferren hasaan. )#( * rps: evan usachyov. )#( * rps: İbrahim Akınözü. )#( * in progress rps. )

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chronically-ill-imagines · 7 years ago

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The Deaf Boy from Slytherin, Book One

Chapter One

It was a story Harry Potter knew by heart, despite being unable to hear it. His Aunt Petunia would tell him the same story every time she had a bad day at work.

“Your mother called me to try and make amends after your sainted Uncle Vernon passed away. Yes, Dudley, your father was the best person I had ever known in my entire life. Anyway, Lily manages to invite herself, and you, over for dinner. Well, can you believe it, right after we clear the dinner dishes, Lily makes some excuse about her husband James and runs off, leaving you behind. So the whole next day, I’m at home, waiting for her to come back, but she just abandoned you. Here, with me. And she knew that I had my own little tyke - yes, Duddy, that’s you - to care for! But I guess that irresponsibility got handed down from parent to child. Does that explain why your chores are never done, Harry?”

Harry usually tried to remember his mother during this time, but he could only remember growing up as the second, unwanted child of Petunia Dursley. He began to daydream, and recalled going to the neighbor’s house with Dudley before kindergarten while Aunt Petunia was at work, and he recalled his excitement to start kindergarten. He smiled as he thought of his kindergarten teacher and how she would hang his pictures on the wall, and how she would tell him that he was a very smart little boy. The smile faded as he remembered how his ears had hurt so badly right after summer holiday started, and how Aunt Petunia had yelled at him for being selfish. Two weeks later, Aunt Petunia pulled Harry out of story time and brought him to a doctor that moved his mouth a lot, but didn’t actually make any noise. Harry, at 5 years old, thought maybe the doctor was playing a game, and Harry wanted to play, too. But the doctor wasn’t playing, and Harry was left alone to figure out how to be in a world where he wouldn’t be able to hear his teacher telling him that he was learning his letters very well.

The next September, Aunt Petunia fussed over Dudley more than usual. Harry waited for his turn, but it never came. Finally, Harry pointed to the shopping bags full of new clothes and school supplies and then to himself, and looked at Aunt Petunia hopefully. Petunia explained that Harry wasn’t going to school with Dudley anymore, he was going back to the neighbor’s house for instruction. Fortunately for Harry, Mrs. Thompson used to be a teacher, and was able to teach him some words and basic math. But what Petunia didn’t know was that sweet, little, old Mrs. Thompson was also fluent in British Sign Language when she was younger, so she taught Harry to sign as well. Harry flourished under his new instruction, and was soon reading books way ahead of his age group.

When Aunt Petunia found out that Harry was learning Sign Language, she was definitely not pleased. To punish Harry, she sent him to “clear out” the backyard. The backyard had been largely unattended since Uncle Vernon had passed away, Petunia being too busy working and spending time with her “favourite little man” to keep the yard in any sort of shape.

Over a weekend, Harry dragged out the rake and some garbage bags, and started removing all the dead things from the yard. Bags upon bags of dead leaves and forgotten flower bushes piled up as the hours passed. When Harry began to take the bags out to the street to be picked up, he found a little green grass snake. Knowing that Petunia would make him kill the snake, Harry moved very slowly towards the tiny creature, with the hope of being able to put it safely into Mrs. Thompson’s yard. Strangely, the snake didn’t slink away when Harry came close enough to touch it’s scaly skin. As Harry reached for the little snake, the snake almost seemed to smile at him. “That’s ridiculous,” Harry thought, as his hand barely brushed the shiny green scales. Sparks flew up Harry’s arm, and the snake just curled into his palm.

“Hello, sssssstrange one,” Harry felt a whispery voice behind his left ear. “Thank you for sssssssaving me.” Harry’s eyebrows nearly flew off of his forehead when he realised what was happening: this little snake was talking to him! At first, Harry was confused, because he couldn’t hear when Aunt Petunia or Dudley spoke to him. As Harry tried to find a complete thought, the little snake continued. “I undersssssstand your emotion right now. I’m not jussssst a grassssss sssssnake; I’m part occamy on my mother’sssssss sssssside. That meanssssss I can change my sssssssize and alsssssso communicate telepathically. I’ve been living in here for yearssssss, waiting for you to find me. I come from a ssssssschool called Hogwartssssss, and I need to get back there. Will you help me?” Harry thought that he would love to help the little snake, but Aunt Petunia would never let a snake into her pristine house. “Don’t worry,” the snake continued. “Your… aunt?... will never sssssssee me. Watch.” And as Harry looked, the little snake seemed to soak into his skin, looking oddly like the tattoos that the young man down the street had on his arms. “Pull your sssssssleeve down.” The whispery voice vibrated behind Harry’s ear again. Harry complied, and with his sleeves down, Aunt Petunia would never see his new friend. So Harry finished the yard work, and then spent the evening talking to his new friend about this place called “Hogwarts”.

Harry shook his head to clear his head of all of his memories. Thanks to Hedwig, his little snake, he knew that he was a wizard, and he should be going to Hogwarts on his 11th birthday. Hedwig also remembered Harry’s parents from her days roaming the castle grounds. “Yesssss, I remember Jamesssss Potter. He was the weightless boy, and he was always talking to the red girl.” Harry knew from the one picture he had of his parents that his mother had bright red hair. Harry sighed and looked at the clock, which read 11:58pm. In exactly two minutes, it would be Harry’s birthday, and he would turn 11. Aunt Petunia would have forgotten, and would remember only when Harry pointed it out on the calendar. After dinner, there would be exactly one present, terribly wrapped, on Harry’s bed. Harry would open it, and it would be one of Dudley’s old things that he didn’t want anymore. “Oh well,” thought Harry, “it can’t be as bad as the year I got that awfu--” Harry felt the entire house shake, and he leapt out of bed to investigate. When he got to the living room, Harry was presented with the largest man he had ever seen. Harry wondered how he had gotten in, when he felt Aunt Petunia come running down the stairs with her light, quick steps. The large man started talking to Petunia, and Hedwig whispered everything so that Harry could keep up and not show this stranger what he considered his weakness.

“My name is Hagrid, and I’ve come to take Harry Potter to Hogwarts, seeing as you haven’t answered any of Dumbledore’s letters,” said the large man, who was apparently named Hagrid. Harry wondered who Dumbledore was, and why he hadn’t gotten any letters.

“You didn’t get a response because you’re not taking him to that-- that-- freak show!” Petunia replied, growing red in the face. “My sister went there, and she ended up marrying that Potter and ruining her life. So no, you’re not taking him.”

“Very funny, Ms. Dursley,” Hagrid chuckled. “Wizards can decide for themselves whether or not they want to go when they don’t live with their parents. Harry?”

Harry nodded his head, not willing to speak in front of Aunt Petunia. She wasn’t aware that he was practicing speaking with Mrs. Thompson, and Harry prefered it that way. Hagrid nodded back, and told Harry to grab anything he needed to go away to school. Harry disappeared into his “room” and returned with the blanket his mother had left with him, and the photograph of his parents. Hagrid smiled not unkindly at Harry, and gestured that Harry should follow him out the door. Harry did, and upon leaving the only home he had ever known, was hoisted onto a giant, black motorcycle. Hagrid plopped a helmet onto Harry’s head and revved the engine. “Ready?” Hagrid asked over the rumbling Harry felt through his entire body. Harry nodded, once, and the motorcycle began to lift straight up. Harry began to panic, and Hagrid laughed. “Don’t worry Harry, my bike is protected by magic. As long as you’re wearing the helmet, you won’t fall out.” Harry let out his breath, slightly less worried about falling to his death. Hagrid continued, “So before we get to Hogwa--”

“Where’s my mom? And my dad?” Harry interrupted. Hagrid looked surprised by Harry’s outburst. “Well, you can speak. That makes this easier.” Hagrid answered, trying to avoid Harry’s question. But Harry was relentless, and finally Hagrid landed his motorcycle -- “Her name’s Lucille, isn’t she a beaut?” -- and prepared himself to answer Harry’s question.

“When you were a baby, there was this one wizard who went about as bad as a wizard could go. Your parents were part of a group that was trying to prevent him from hurting people, and killing them. Unfortunately, the night your mom took you to visit your aunt, this bad wizard went to your house and attacked your dad.” Hagrid took a deep breath and hung his head slightly. “Your dad didn’t make it Harry.” Harry was frozen to the spot. Over the years, he had imagined thousands of scenarios, trying to picture where his parents might be. But he never once imagined that his mother was alone. Hagrid had paused to allow Harry to get his thoughts in order. Harry gulped and asked the question he was now dreading: “And my mom?” Hagrid only shook his head, and Harry dropped his chin to his chest to try to hide the tears that welled in his eyes. Hedwig wrapped her tail around Harry’s arm to try and show her understanding of his whirling emotions.

After a moment, Harry sniffled and wiped his eyes. He looked at Hagrid and asked what happens next. Hagrid told Harry that they needed to stop at the bank, and then they needed to get Harry’s school supplies. Harry was confused, because he didn’t have any money on him, and Aunt Petunia never opened a bank account for him. “Now, Harry, your mom and dad would never just leave you with nothing. Come on and see.” Harry didn’t understand, but he followed anyway. Hagrid walked into a large building that looked as though it would topple at any moment. “I don’t trussssssst thisssss,” Hedwig hissed. Harry mentally agreed, but followed Hagrid anyway.

Once inside what Hedwig called “the wobbly building”, Harry’s eyes adjusted to the dim lights and saw creatures he had never seen before. “Goblins,” Hagrid explained, “are the only creatures that work at Gringott’s. They only trust their own kind, so this is the safest place in the world to store something.” Hagrid walked up to the tall counter and asked for vault 731, while presenting a key. Harry vaguely noticed that those numbers were the same as his birthday. The wrinkly goblin led Harry and Hagrid to a rickety-looking wooden cart. Harry nervously climbed inside. Hagrid told Harry not to worry, and with a wink, off they went.

After what felt like an eternity, the cart rolled to a stop outside of a large metal door with the numbers 7 3 1 shining in the torchlight. Hagrid handed Harry the key and nudged him forward. Harry slid the key into the padlock, half expecting it to get stuck. Hedwig made a little hissing sound in support, and Harry turned the key. The door swung in to reveal mounds of gold, silver, and brass coins.

“Is all of this… mine?” Harry asked, eyes wide with shock. “Yes, Harry, this is yours to pay for school and a place to live once you’ve graduated. Unless you want to live with your aunt again?” Hagrid responded with a chuckle. Harry shook his head vigorously and blanched at the thought.

Hagrid collected the money that they would need to purchase all of Harry’s school supplies, and the pair departed for a place called “Diagon Alley”. Harry followed his large companion through a nondescript pub, noticing that the people inside were largely wearing robes, and one man was absent-mindedly stirring his tea. After a second glance, Harry noticed that the spoon was actually turning on its own, and the man was simply moving his finger. Harry realised that he must be a real wizard! “He isssss,” Hedwig told him, “and apparently a very powerful one.”

After Hagrid had stopped to talk to a couple of people, he and Harry arrived at a brick wall at the end of an alleyway. Harry was puzzled, but Hagrid winked again and began to tap the bricks in some sort of pattern. Harry felt the ground begin to shake as the bricks parted to reveal what appeared to be some sort of shopping center. He mentally asked Hedwig to only whisper to him when he was being directly spoken to, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to process all of the conversations around him. “Of courssssssse, my hatchling,” Hedwig replied. Harry was content to wander around and observe all of these new people, all of these new things he had never even dreamt of before. Occasionally Hagrid would ask Harry for his opinion on something, and Harry would either nod or shake his head in response. To be honest, Harry wasn’t sure he would be able to speak loud enough to be heard over all of the other people that appeared to be talking.

All of a sudden, Harry felt a *thump* against his shoulder and he lost his balance. From his new position on the cobblestones, he looked up to see a young girl, maybe a year or two younger than him, with bright red hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” was all she said before helping him up and running off. He watched her join a group that appeared to be her family, as they all had the same red hair and the same woman fussing over all of them. Harry wondered what it would be like to have siblings, “It’ssssss not fun,” Hedwig interrupted Harry’s thought process. “They ssssssssleep on top of you, and then they try to sssssssteal your food while you’re eating it. Trusssssst me, hatchling, you don’t want ssssssssiblings.” Harry smiled to himself at Hedwig’s words, and continued following Hagrid in and out of shops.

Several hours and several hundred dollars later, Harry stood inside King’s Cross station with his packages bundled up in his new steamer trunk that Hagrid insisted was a birthday present. Hagrid had left Harry at the train station a few minutes ago, with the instructions “Just go to platform 9 ¾ and I’ll see you at the school.” Shrugging, Harry walked up to the nearest King’s Cross station master and asked where his platform was. The man glared at Harry and told him that he didn’t have time for pranks today. Turning around, Harry saw the same red-headed girl that bumped into him walking with her mother. “And they just run right into the wall like that? Right between the platforms?” The little girl seemed wonderstruck. “Yes Ginny, just like that, right between platforms 9 and 10,” the mother replied, clearly ready to go home for the day. Harry started walking towards platforms 9 and 10, and saw the wall in the middle. He thought he may as well give it a go, what’s the worst that could happen? “You could hit the wall and get a concussssssssion,” answered Hedwig, the voice of reason. Harry took a deep breath, and started to run.

#harry potter #slytherin #hedwig #hogwarts #9 3/4 #telepathy

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itissadbutitsmy-life · 8 years ago

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alright fellers listen up im gonna explain you a thing and that thing is Double D loves His Friends So So So Soososossosososososo Much, Maybe Even Too Much

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Here we go, alright, to start off, we hear Eddy call out for help more from annoyance than out of real fear. He and Ed just ran off gleefully playing crocodile attack to avoid Dee’s lecture about friendship and not running away from his home so he can impress Eddy’s brother (they’ve already done that! Silly! With the video a while back!!) and Edd followed Much More Carefully on his tiptoes, calling out motherly words of advice, sounding like an annoyed yard duty teacher.

Anyways, so Eddy’s calling out for a hand, sinking fast. He’s annoyed at the sand for swallowing him alive. Natural response. He also calls the sand molasses which honestly gives the whole scene a Very Specific emotion I don’t quite understand. Childishness? I don’t know. But Edd keeps a very measured voice as long as he can while he responds to Eddy - trying to keep a level head and simultaneously keep his doofuses from wriggling around and sinking faster. The doofuses, by the way, immediately start to wriggle around when Edd loses his cool head and starts screaming. Alarms clattering in his head, watching his friends going down right in front of him. Hooo boy.

:) Alright, so we’ve got two main characters straight-up drowning and screaming to death while dramatic, bouncy music accompanies them. Eddy tries to push himself out on Ed’s shoulders, Ed goes into a dramatic monologue (”WE ARE SO IMM-A-DOO-ER!” Eddy takes the time to calm down and correct his pronunciation of “immature” in the midst of this Terrible Drama), and Edd... well, he’s not here. We’ll get to him. It is his appreciation month, after all.

Ed goes under and Eddy drags him back out, which seems like a selfless act of love, but in later rewatches, is obviously... uh, supposed to look like that although it isn’t really. Eddy and Ed watch too many scary movies. Ed’s sobbing about all the girls he’s loved (sounds to me like a line he lifted straight out of a spy drama or something) and Eddy’s begging Ed to stay with him (I’d say he lifted that one from a romantic pirate movie). They desperately need help and Eddy screams for Double D. Where is he, you ask?

Well, Edd’s back away from the pit, doing something with leaves, sweating and obviously terrified. Boyyyy, all that annoyance at his friends is GONE. He needs to tie up a rope for them and he needs to do it NOW. There’s no time to listen to whatever it is they’re screaming about - he knows how to get them out. He needs to focus. Tie strong knots in these reeds, make them long enough to reach his doofuses, pull them out, this will be okay. Everything’s going to be okay. He just needs to focus.

He does glance back at them really quickly

and hggghhhhhhh that kills me.. anyways

Double D’s telling himself in a strained voice (the voice work in this movie is sooo good hhhhgghhghhhh) to stay calm and not panic! Edd’s probably read his fair share of adventure fantasy novels, and his fair share of How To Survive In The Wilderness manuals, and he knows how to save people. How to save himself. But his doofuses don’t know what he knows about quicksand, how to keep yourself still, or to raise your arms above your head, or to get yourself flat if you can, or any of those sorts of things. So it’s on sockhead’s head to get a rope to them before the sand takes them.

And he gets the reeds tied and they’re still yelling and the music’s still raging and Edd yells out to his friends to grab the rope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and throws it at the bubbles rising above his friend’s heads!!!! and!

that’s... that’s it

they’re gone.

Gosh, if they’d just stick their hands up and grab it- if they could just- if he’d just done it a tiny bit faster-

But nope! Little tiny 14 y/o me had to be torn into pieces!!! It takes Edd a few silent moments (that bouncy music is gone!) and little me a few weeks to get over the death of his friends, the fact that he just barely missed them.

And that’s when he goes into a complete panic.

I mean, two people just died at his hands. Not just any two people, his two best friends in the entire world. His doofuses!!!!

Maybe there’s still a possibility - after all, it’s only been a few seconds. They can still be holding their breaths. If he could just get to them, they wouldn’t have to be snuffed off of this earth, he wouldn’t have to live with this, he wouldn’t have to live witho.. without them. So he starts to dig as fast as he can, grabbing and groping around in the mud to try and find a hand or a sleeve (or a monobrow) to grab onto and save and maybe this is just a terrible nightmare this can’t possibly be happening he’s just a kid he shouldn’t be losing people, they’re just kids they shouldn’t have to die, not like this, not when he could save them, not when he could still-

oh, haha he’s sobbing and screaming their names oh this is not good... And I mean, he knows this is pointless, he couldn’t reach them from all the way over here, so his voice gives out into a high whining pllleasse......., and we’re all a sobbing mess and he’s covered in mud, Double Fucking D is covered to his shoulders in mud and he’s sobbing for his friends to answer him. Out of character is bad news, man! This is terrible! My analysis is so unprofessional but guys how am I supposed to react to Edd being soaked in mud and sand and dealing with the death of his friends!

Then he gives up on digging and throws a lil tantrum. Why oh why didn’t you guys listen to me, he says! Remember when I was being an annoyed yard duty teacher! That was important, guys!!!!!! And he throws his face into the mud, sobbing. Now he’s got more mud on him. Oh my gosh. Oh geez. He’s blaming himself for everything, from not warning them loudly enough about the dangers of the swamp to letting them leave the cul de sac in the first place. What sort of pressure is he putting on himself as a friend??? There’s no reason for this! I know we all like to kid about Momma Dee but oh, look at him, he really does think of himself as their momma, and he thinks he’s failed because his friends died in a horrible freak accident and jussssst slipped through his fingers. I know some people have discussed Edd possibly feeling suicidal at this point, but eeeeeh.... He won’t like it, but he’s not going down with them. He’s still standing a safe distance away. He’s keeping his head above the mud. He knows he’s panicking and in a loooot of pain. He’ll wait that out and think about options after that. But yes, for now, he’s sobbing into a pit and yanking and pulling restlessly at his hat and his face. They were going to go to Eddy’s brother’s house... they were going to make something of themselves... he never got to tell them how much they meant to him... he’s rubbing his muddy hands all over his head and sobbing, this was never supposed to happen...

Ed kindly offers him a handkerchief in this time of need. Edd, still gasping and hiccuping for air, but calmer now, shakily reaches for it and thanks his dear friend for this kind gesture. Then, in true Momma Dee fashion, he tells Ed off for the dirtiness of the tissue. He sounds surprised and weak about it, which sounds a little weird - shouldn’t he be used to these sorts of disgusting things from Ed? But he’s still in shock, and he’s raw and emotional, and he can’t bring himself to do anything more than a soft, “Goodness, Ed, that’s filthy..!”

Wait a minute. Ed just died!

Nah! Psyche!!!!!!

look who lived and somehow managed to not giggle throughout Edd’s whole screaming sobbing thing! His doofuses!

Edd pulls his hands out of the sand when Eddy starts talking, and he is not having any of this shit. They have gone Too Far! Who in their right mind fakes their death and then goes GOTCHA!????????????????????? Actually, that would make a good Imagine Your Otp Prompt. “But... you died!” “.......gotcha”. That’s probably where the writers got the idea.

Anyways, Edd’s in Double Shock now. First he loses his poor friends, then it turns out they just exploited his emotions for uh.. some reason.

Minor detail, but as they’re laughing, Edd’s standing in the mud instead of just alongside it (”it’s only ankle deep!” Eddy says, and Edd pulls his feet out of the mud to look). He stepped forward towards his friends when he realized they were okay. Double D might be majorly pissed at them, but oh my gosh, those are his friends, he never thought he’d see their stupid faces again, and he stepped forward towards them. For a hug? For a shocked touch to make sure they’re okay? Just a subconscious little step because he never expected to hear their laughter again? I’m not sure. I’d go with any of those. But he doesn’t reallylllyyyyy want to hug them or touch them or even look at them right now while they’re laughing at him, so he takes his leave. Bye guys.

Okay, Eddy’s the pissed one now. He just DIED, how come sockhead isn’t giving him any affection? Why isn’t he hugging them and telling them he loves them?? Where is he going? What could POSSIBLY be more important than his friends standing in front of him when only a moment ago they were gone forever? Not to mention that they still have a mission to go on!

Well, apparently it’s Edd who wins the pissed-off contest. He’s not taking this. He’s done. He’s done! That was too much. And his anxiety over mud and dirt is back - he’s muttering ew ew ew as he walks away and stumbles onto a pier. His legs won’t quite hold him, which makes sense. He’s been through a lot in the past minute and a half or so, and he goes through his usual motions while he tries to walk and process things - labeling the place where he slipped so that no one else would slip, probably as a numb reflex after what he’d been through. That blank horror in his stare when he slips is so telling of how exhausted he is, how rattled and torn up he is about this.

And Eddy ignores how that whole thing might have been called an “ordeal” or anything like that, is back to talking about his brother, and grabs Edd by the shoulder with a grin.

Yeeeeeesh then Edd goES. OFF. Don’t you dare touch me. don’t you DARE. he was going to walk off somewhere - maybe home, maybe just away- but that touch was the absolute last straw. He’s been getting in trouble from Ed and Eddy’s antics for far too long today, he’s just been blasted with how MUCH those two mean to him - he always knew he loved them, but oh, he’s never LOST them before - and he can’t. He can’t do this. He can’t play momma to them anymore.

So he blows up in Eddy’s face and everyone cries and I ORDER YOU TWO TO TICKLE EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW! STAY OUT OF IT, ED! and I do believe this mess has gone on for long enough. Thank you for reading if you read it. Thank you for skimming to the end if you did that.

#BOY FOR SOMEONE WHO FAST-SCROLLS THROUGH LONG ANALYSES EVERY OTHER DAY I SURE WROTE A LOT #hi i wrote this with a terrible migraine i hope it makes Sense #eene #dd appreciation month #eene-fangirl #since she asked for the analysis #long post #o #also idk why i kept calling them His Doofuses but they are his doofuses...

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vrheadsets · 8 years ago

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10 Franchises SEGA Would Be Crazy Not To Bring To VR – Part 1

Welcome to another edition of VR vs. The weekly VRFocus column where the ‘other one’ from the site talks about most anything and everything to do with virtual reality (VR), augmented reality (AR), mixed reality (MR) or some crazed combination of the three. Today we’re continuing a thread begun last week in the final part of my three-week feature into what may lie ahead in 2017. There I mooted the idea that of all the studios currently involved within VR, certainly from a gaming perspective there is one that is conspicuous by its absence. SEGA. Yes, yes, I know there are Hatsune Miku games but as I pointed out at the time Hatsune Miku and the vocaloid bunch ultimately aren’t SEGA property and aren’t a traditional franchise. They aren’t one recognised within their All-Stars series for instance – and whilst that isn’t a qualifying marker for this list considering how big the Project Diva series is and how iconic a figure Miku is in Japanese culture certainly, you’d’ve thought SEGA would make more of a deal out of things than they have were she theirs. So on that basis, scrub those out PSVR games off your mental tally.

Updated total? Zero.

This is unusual for SEGA. Historically SEGA (at least in the third-party era) have rushed in to support whatever new technology comes along. Do you by any chance remember the EyeToy, Sony’s camera accessory for the PlayStation 2? Yes? No? There weren’t exactly a whole heap of games for it. But SEGA were there with the original SEGA Superstars to fly the flag. They supported the Kinect they fell into bed with Wii U pretty quickly, etc, etc. For SEGA to not have had one of its more noted franchises in the West ready to rock and roll when VR came to retail, certainly the PSVR, was pretty unusual. (Again, discounting the leek-swinging singer lady.)

But that’s not to say there aren’t plenty of opportunities for SEGA to embrace VR and thrown a bone to its more beloved franchises. It’s one of the sad truths about SEGA that their most iconic of series, with the exception of the fast spiky one, have never exactly been humongous successes financially. Still, why not use some of them and maybe give them a new lease of life outside of a new racing game? (No, really SEGA. It’s time for Transformed 2. Throw some money at SUMO Digital, will ya?) It’s also not like we don’t know SEGA aren’t messing around with VR either. Both SEGA Europe (SOE) and SEGA America (SOA) revealed their ownership of VR kits (HTC Vive and PlayStation VR for SOE and Hololens for SOA) thanks to community videos. Way to keep that secret chaps. A+ work.

So let’s get things underway. As before I must point out that I used to work for SEGA for several years and worked on a number of the franchises listed that I’ll be bringing up. It was some time ago now, but I’m reliably informed that if I don’t do that the world will apparently end. We begin first with an honourable mention.

Honourable Mention: Alien Isolation

It’s just not going to happen folks. Many have said the masterfully creepy atmosphere of “SEGA’s Good Alien Game” – tho everyone forgets they also did an Alien game on the DS in that discussion – was a perfect match for a full and proper adaption into a VR experience. The scare factor would be immense, obviously. As it’s bad enough being stalked by a Xenomorph without actually looking down at your chest as its tail pushes through it to kill you. As much as we’d all like it to, the economic factors involved just mean Alien Isolation is a non-starter for Creative Assembly to even get involved in really. Boo-urns.

However, speaking of Creative Assembly…

Total War

It’s one of gaming’s little quirks that one of console gaming’s most well known names is the publisher that is in actuality one of PC Gaming’s powerhouses. Between Sports Interactive’s Football Manager series and Creative Assembly’s Total War franchise SEGA have an commanding grip of the PC chart, one would go far to say dominance at some points in the year. If you have lived in a hole for the past couple of decades, Total War is a series of real-time strategy games that takes keen players take on the role of General in various eras of time. Replaying notable battles and playing tactical hardball with history. Whether it’s the Medieval period, the time of Rome, the rise of Napoleon or the era of the samurai there’s plenty to do. Heck, you can even throw history right out the window now and enjoy some Warhammer in your Total War.

Total War has always been about getting stuck in to battles. The planning, the preparation, the implementation and the execution. The buck stops with you, and as the series has developed the control system has allowed you to get ever deeper into the action. You can even follow individual soldiers. It’s such a well developed system that there’s even been a BBC game show (essentially) based on playing the series. One that’s recently had something of a comeback.

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So with this in mind how would VR make Total War better? Control.

Now, considering what I’ve just written you might be wondering what I’ve been talking about since I’ve just been praising the system. But you can always improve and everyone and anyone who has played Total War has always had periods where the game just won’t place units right or you can’t get the camera in jussssst the right position. Now imagine you are in the map as opposed to looking at a 2D surface. Imagine you were, with your motion controllers able to to manipulate your units and your surroundings just so. How much easier and dynamic and engaging an experience that would bee if you brought a touch of Minority Report to proceedings.

Heck, can you imagine a Hololens version of Total War? With you waging battles from your sofa over your coffee table, and manoeuvring your archers onto the high ground of the TV unit? That’d be amazing.

Samba de Amigo

Break out the Bellini boys and girls!

When I first saw the HTC Vive controllers my first thought, partly because of how they were being held and moved at the time, was that they kind of looked like maracas. And there’s only one game that invites you, without a hint of suggestiveness, to get your maracas out. Samba de Amigo first burst onto the scene on SEGA’s much loved Dreamcast and was actually developed by Sonic Team if you didn’t realise it. It also came out as an arcade experience before next surfacing on the Nintendo Wii. The game plays with you in amongst a vibrantly coloured carnival, armed with your maracas you control Amigo, one of SEGA’s two monkey mascots (the other being Super Monkey Ball‘s AiAi, strangely the two have never been seen as rivals in the Superstars/All-Stars titles. Which has always puzzled me.) You move and dance along to a selection of upbeat tracks, shaking your controllers in time to the beat and occasionally having to strike a pose. It’s a simple enough title, and well and truly puts the party into party game.

VR needs more games like that I think. More games that are just full on fun and colours. It’s why Balloon Chair Death Match got people excited, it was a simple premise and it looked fun. Job Simulator is the same. Bright colours and poitively oozes fun. Yes, we can all enjoy a nice serious game with high stakes, but in dammit we all just want to be silly sometimes. Samba allows you to do exactly that. Now, what I’m essentially asking you is to imagine this in VR. Please watch the video below as in this instance it is important to what I’m writing about.

A warning before you do however; if you are wearing headphones please turn them down. There’s some loud audio distortion on the video from the outset.

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Just look at this man. Look how bloody happy he is. He doesn’t care he’s in the middle of an arcade, he doesn’t care he has a crowd. He’s just going for it: a master at work. Nevermind your beloved Salt Bae (a reference I realise will date this article terribly), in your heart of hearts you wish that were you. You wish you were as cool as the Samba Bae.

Now I’m waving any potential wire-based issues here. Forget ’em. Let’s lay it out. You put on the headset and you step into a party; a “Carnaval de VR”. Everyone around you is interacting with you. The movement is infectious. You are the centre of a mass celebration with bouncing creatures and an equally bouncing musical beat. You have motion tracking controls. You wave them about in time to the music. It’s escapement, elation, exercise and fun. Now we bring things up to date with the new technology and throw in a dash of evolution to the game as well. Unlike before you can use the sensors or PlayStation camera to fully track your movements. All of a sudden Samba can have a touch of Dance Central in it, evolving it into a bit more of a full body game with one stroke. You have greater accuracy than ever before on the controllers, the game can actually see you for the first time and you get one of the most smile inducing experiences on VR. As an added bonus it gets to be a game franchise fully realised on VR, something people are clamoring for.

Yo SEGA. You’ve got my number. Call my people (me) and let’s make this happen. I’m totally open to being Producer on this thing. SAMBA! Du du de-du du-du du de-du…

Condemned

There’s a very good chance you don’t remember Condemned: Criminal Origins. There’s an even better chance you’ve never played it or Condemned 2: Bloodshot. Which is a pity really. Condemned is a first-person experience which puts you in the shoes of Ethan Thomas, a police officer investigating a murder which slowly takes him down a path to discovering secret societies, mysterious entities, encountering nightmarish visions and the city falling into the grip of madness. Both games are a twisted mix of dark menacing settings, genuine scares that mess with play on psychology and improvised combat usually involving whatever Ethan can get his hands on. It’s frantic, up in-your-face stuff and perfect for VR with the combat emphasis on melee.

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It’s not just that though. The first Condemned game especially has you dealing, within your role as a police investigator, a number of different crime scenes. These are technical, and involve you hunting for clues, such as finger prints and making deductions. What Condemned is, is what I suggested it could be back at E3 2016. It could be the Batman VR game you’ve always wanted but combined with all the best twisted bits of Resident Evil VII.

We’ll just ignore the bit about shouting people to death from number 2. (Check out my good friend John’s Let’s Play of Condemned 2 to see what I mean.)

That’s all for this week. On next week’s selection of titles we’re embracing freedom in a couple of ways and I use the term “wave shooter”. Which will probably annoy people. Until then…

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