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icollectyoursins · 4 years ago

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Kishibe Rohan x Reader SFW + NSFW

Anon said: “Consider Rohan sfw and nsfw hcs? And in nsfw Rohan could be a top,,? Prrtty pleade hhh, since there is only one work of Rohan ;;”

I hope these are good, not too familiar with Rohan, so I hope you like it!

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WARNINGS: Making out, stands used in inappropriate ways, fingering, voyeurism, dildos, fucking machines, spanking, hand jobs, blow jobs, oral, face fucking, cock warming, nipple play, nude modelling.

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SFW

Rohan is a jackass who cares. In the beginning, he’s very private and stand-offish, but he does warm up to you eventually, though he’s still nicer in private than he is in public. He claims this is because he’s a “celebrity” and can’t have his fans see you too close together yada, yada. It’s bullshit and you know it, but you have the feeling it’s because he’s not used to people being close to him.

Yes, he does have a binder dedicated to paintings, drawings, sketches, etc. all for you. Some are a little on the artistically lewd side, but most of them are of your hands holding something or your smile, your face and shoulders. Some of them he asked you to model for, others he quickly sketched down while you weren’t paying attention and then finished later.

When he’s not holed up inside, he enjoys walking down to either parts of Morioh where he can people watch or down to the park where he can study wildlife (and maybe draw you playing with ducks).

You are literally never bored in his house. He has every book under the earth and so many loose painting supplies that he painfully lets you use to fool around. (Though let’s be honest, He likes that you take an interest in his job and would be more than happy to give you tips.)

You know what? Rohan is a backseat artist. He watches every stroke you make over your shoulder and tells you maybe you should move the hand this way to make it more natural or add some light shading here to make it dynamic. It may come off as a little pretentious at first, but if you keep with it, he’ll notice the improvement and (occasionally) tell you how good you’re doing while being a total blushing mess.

You sat in the window seat, knees up with your back against the wall. Resting on your thighs was a sketchbook. Currently, you were just idly drawing lines of shading onto a face. Rohan himself was also busy colouring in his most recent page, though every now and then he would catch himself looking up at your silhouette, lit up by the light in some kind of halo effect.

Finally, he caved in to his curiosity. Setting down his pencils, he strode over to you. You didn’t notice until his face manifested itself over your shoulder. Startled, you jumped, causing your pencil to make a long line on your artwork.

“Jesus, warn me next time.” You said, grabbing your eraser.

“Have you been struggling with the nose?” He completely ignores you, still staring at your drawing. The paper was clearly marked up by the eraser with deeper marks from where the pencil was.

“Yeah, actually. It’s either too big or too small. Kind of just gave up.” You carefully tried to erase the long line but wound up taking away parts that you were actually happy with.

“Be more gentle with the pencil, it’ll make it easier to erase.” He suggested with a monotone.

“I tried-”

“And then you got frustrated and pushed harder. I admire your persistence, however, if something isn’t to your liking, walk away and come back. Remember to look at the picture as a whole, not just the nose.” You rolled your eyes, gently tossing your pencil onto the window seat. As much as you wanted to appreciate the advice, you had heard it all before. You were getting sick of it, frankly.

Rohan took note of your agitation, studying your face carefully. “You’ve improved, though!” You looked up, a little shocked. What? “The eyes are well done and your shading is very even. Good job.”

What? Your cheeks grew hot. That was the first bit of praise you had heard from him. About your drawing, at least. He looked down into your eyes, then felt his own face getting hot. He turned away. “Go take a break. I’ll help you when you get back in an hour. I’ll be timing you, don’t be late.”

Like I have said, he’s not overly fond of affection in public (in the beginning), but he can’t deny that holding your hand or feeling you on his arm makes him feel pretty good. The first few times, he’s internally a mess, though he won’t show anything other than a light tint of blush on his cheeks. But when he’s relaxing at home, he enjoys having you under his arm, leaning against him or with one of your heads in the other’s lap. He’s not used to people and even less so used to affection, but can be worked up to being more comfortable with stuff like kissing in front of the Morioh gang and the like.

When he’s comfortable, he is so cocky. Like, boarder line makes out with you in front of literally anyone just to prove you’re his S/O. This always makes you blush so much (unless you’re into that.) More often than not, he’ll have an arm around your shoulders, hand in pocket, looking so smug and proud and cool.

Pet names? He can either go one of two ways, depending on his mood. Either it’s just your name or babe OR it is every teasing name under the sun. Oh, darling can you do this for me? Oh, baby, oh, honey, oh, my love, oh, my flower. It’s usually used to get something from you or to get you to do something a little out of the box.

I can see Rohan as being the kind of person who is very strict about his bath time and hates when people interrupt him. On the rare occasion, he’ll let you in with him with the promise of either massaging him or something else *wink, wink*

NSFW (Dominant specifically)

Rohan literally does not shut up during sex. Praise, degradation, mocking, you name it! As a writer and an artist, he knows how to stitch words together in a masterful way that never fails to make you hot in the face.

Uh, yeah. He’s used Heaven’s Door on you before. Did he do it to learn your kinks? Maybe to put some kind of loose control over you in certain situations? Looking for people you find attractive for potential erm... art inspiration (voyeurism)? The world will never know.

Staying-on brand with HD, he absolutely uses it to learn everything that you enjoy in the bedroom. He knows how to make you squirm, where to push to make you scream, how to make you beg. He knows everything.

Particularly enjoys using this “power” to finger you, pressing into every sweet spot (that he made more sensitive with HD), licking over the edges of your hole in a way that just makes you dumb (either hole, not picky!)

A delicate finger was trailed up your twitching hole, making you shiver. Rohan had already stretched you open enough for it to easily slip in again. You were so sensitive from being teased over and over again, but with no relief that you cried out, tears threatening to burst forward.

He curled his finger up into a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves, slowly pushing into it more. You groaned and whined, blabbering out his name along with various ways to beg. He shushed you carelessly, sounding annoyed by your desperation. God, you wish you could move! You would give anything to be impaled by him right now. Or anything for that matter.

He removed the digit quickly, then promptly smacked your ass with a flat hand.

“Quiet.” You had no choice but to listen to him, involuntarily shutting your mouth and stifling your whimpers. “If you want something, be polite about it. Do you know how to be polite?”

You nodded your head, a single tear trailed down your cheek. Your hole was teased again, repeating the same process as before. Rohan was such an asshole, but god if you didn’t love it.

If you have established a relationship where he has complete control over everything you say or do, he will abuse it so much. Just, tells you to sit still, turns on a wand or vibrator and just tortures you to the point of tears. You can talk, he didn’t take that away (mostly because he wants to hear you beg), but the position he put you in on top of the order. It’s too much for you.

He’ll do the same with a dildo, a fucking machine, his own dick, does not matter! Once you give him that power, RIP to your organs.

Alright, now. Voyeurism. This man is a freak and does not try to hide it when it’s under the guise of “art.” Again, if established, he will hire random people to do whatever he wants to you. If you’re okay with it, he’ll record it for later research.

Rohan is a weird jealous type, so he checks out every person you meet and makes sure they’re perfect (ie. not competition and someone you’ll enjoy). Very rarely does he let you pick out the people. Like I said, he’s a weird jealous type. Likes to see you with other people, but not with other people, you know?

There is only one person who he considers competition that he wants you to fuck at least once and it’s Jotaro. Are we surprised? No. Dude is built like a god and has the goods to match. Even Rohan can’t deny it. He would probably want to join in as well, but Jotaro would never do anything like that.

Mmmm, punishments for being bratty? Ooooh, yes. Smack my ass like a drum! Makes you count, absolutely. If he’s in a bitchy, lazy mood he’ll use a paddle or something like that, other than that, he uses his hands.

As you’ve probably surmised, he likes having control over you in the bedroom, so it’s no surprise he also enjoys tying you up and has a particular fondness for swings where he’ll hang you up and tease you until you can barely walk.

I mentioned baths in the SFW section, now let me elaborate. Doesn’t like sex in the bath, he hates when the water gets everywhere, but loves when you worship him while scrubbing him down and will allow you to work him up with a light hand job. This usually leads to a blowjob of some kind whether it’s gentle or rough.

Speaking of! His favourite part of sex is probably oral. From sucking bruises into each other’s necks, rough kissing, right down to holding you against the wall and choking you with his dick. Or a dildo, if he wants something a little more adventurous like mirror sex with him taking you from behind and making you watch yourself choke over and over again.

Cock warming is only ever used as punishment for being too needy, but he will keep you in his lap until you’re in tears. He is absurdly patient when it comes to sex.

You whined, grinding yourself onto Rohan’s dick. He chuckled before letting out a theatrical sigh. Your grip on his shoulders got harder and you buried your face into his neck more.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He trailed a soft, teasing hand up your thigh. “You wanted attention, yes? Then, why are you complaining? Now, up, I need another look at my reference.”

You sighed, tired and riled up at the same time. With new vigour, you sat up, leaning back to show your artist his latest obsession. He hummed in appreciation, taking a minute to admire his muse before licking a warm stripe up your sternum making you gasp. He stopped, giving you a look of warning.

“Don’t move.” You gave him a curt nod, trying your best to follow your command while he returned his tongue to your chest, exploring your skin’s taste. He flicked over your nipple with the tip, testing your resolve before wrapping his lips around it, sucking harshly. A moan fought its way through your throat as he became more feverous with his suckling.

Rohan hummed with you, theatrically mulling over the saltiness, then switching to the next one. Satisfied with the redness around your nipples, he pulls back, looking you over once again. A lightbulb seems to go off in his head and he reaches for his sketchbook which only made his cock shift inside you, rubbing against your walls in a delightfully painful way.

“Rohan-sensei,” you moaned out. Admittedly, you didn’t like calling him that, but he insisted you call him sensei during times like this.

“Stop moving, you’re ruining the picture,” he chided. “Go back to the way you were, darling.” He leaned back, rolling his hips into you to punctuate his words as well as tease you.

Model nude for him. Whether you like it or not, he will ask you to do it and, if he’s in a sexy mood, you will be asked to do uncomfortable positions that will definitely leave you sore the next day. “It highlights how the muscles work for a new character I’m drawing” or so he says. Other than that, he’ll just let you pick somewhere comfortable and sexy to lie down.

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070897sims · 4 years ago

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I’m happy I was tagged and I’m going to do this (on my phone cause I’m stubborn and don’t want to get out of bed lol) thank you for the tag @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

~Rules~

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else's picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don't be a dick that's it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don't want to answer a question for any reason just don't vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna!

Uh I have nothing of myself on my phone O.o I have my fluffy hair selfie when I woke up from 10 hours sleep? (Don’t care about sharing my face, most of my friends see me in discord lol)

Do you prefer to be referred to by your name or blog name?

Honestly my blog name. Bolo 😅

Where are you from?

Canada 🇨🇦

Do you have pets? 👀

My sweet bby Bologna 🥰

Tell us about your “dream”.

O.o is this serious or not? Either way I have no heckin clue lol

Aside from art, what are your hobbies?

I read a lot of manga, watch a lot of YouTube, been listening to a lot of Kpop (Stray kids at the moment) and I love to paint irl

Does anyone irl know about your blog?

I’ve talked about it but no one around me is into sims ;-;

Do you know anyone from your blog irl?

Nah~

What are some fun facts about you?

Uh O.o; I have a deathhawk, was a major weeb, I had a nail tech license, uumm and I have major back issues? xD

What’s your day job?

Stocking shelves at a grocery store~

Do you have a celebrity look alike?

no? I was told when I was 14 that I looked like the icarly girl lol

What’s your aesthetic?

dark

What kind of artist are you?

Hmm not sure. I don’t really think of myself in that way I guess??

How did you get into your form of art?

For photography: took a lot of depressy walks around my lil town in the country. A friend and I used to walk around taking pictures during our high school breaks too.

For painting/drawing: was always into it tbh. Would draw or find any reason to pick up a thing that can leave a mark and just doodle. Got into painting a lil later in middle school.

Nail art: teeny canvas and it made my man hands look pretty every now and then lol

What do you watch/listen/read/anything else you create?

Hmmm sometimes complete silence tbh. Especially when I paint. I can’t be jamming to songs or I muck up and cry xD mmm but if it’s for simbs or photography I have music 24/7. YouTube videos sometimes if I’m editing something.

What is your favourite of your own creations so far?

Omg uh I don’t think I have a favourite? I love a lot of things I do. My main passion is photography, so I’d probably show off all the photos I’ve taken xD now that I think of it, it’d probably be the pics from a train track bridge at my favourite depressy spot. The amount of pictures of train tracks with the sun setting I have is ridiculous pft.

How would you describe your art style?

dark

What is more satisfying to you, colouring or outlining?

… the sketch hehe

What meme would you describe use to describe yourself?

What character from any media form do you most identify with?

If you were on the run, what would you change your name to?

Peter.

Have you ever or do you want to change blog names?

mmmm probably not. I thought I was pretty cool thinking of Lonely_Bologna for discord xD making a blog wasn’t for posting my stuff it was mainly to find friends with the same interest.

God forbid tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and let’s us have page songs, what song would you choose?

I thought you can do it? I’d just link it to my current playlist on Spotify. My “favourite song” changes once a week lol

Oh yeah, I’m still on the MySpace train and I’m starting discourse! Who’s your top 8?

O.o

Did you understand those references or did you have to look them up? (I’m fully aware I’m ancient, but are you?)

I was sort of there for the MySpace days. So I have no clue pft

One last question; why are you like that?

It’s called “being awkward”, I need help xD

Dag dag?

Dag dag~

Now tag tag!!!

Oh lord, who and what and uh I guess anybody who sees this >.>

#dagdagtheartisttag #bolo rambles

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 4 years ago

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Aaaanyways, I wanna put on my comic-art-nerd hat and talk about panel-to-panel action in that Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow preview because yes, I have been staring at it for days, and yes, I will continue to do so until it is released next month! XD

LET’S GO:

I apologize in advance for the funky formatting, there’s an art to tumblr text posts and I...have not mastered it. XD

It’ll go image, then analysis.

Also, just to be clear: I’m not doing this so much to be like, ‘WOW THIS IS GROUNDBREAKING, STUNNING, NEVER-BEEN-DONE!’ In fact, many comics do the things I’m gonna highlight/geek out over! Rather, it’s more about, like. Appreciating the construction of the pages, panels, etc.

Okay, so! Page 1, the SPLASH PAGE

Okay, so, admittedly, I don’t have a ton to say about this opening image, largely because it is one single illustration as opposed to a series of panels. But even then! It quickly establishes that we’re not on earth--the foliage, rock formations, and GIANT WOOLY FRIEND(?) give that away. Also! Said rock formations and wooly friend’s horns frame our new character RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PAGE, letting you know that even though she is tiny, she is important. And, I will just say, I love the dust effects on the ground. The repeated semi-circle shapes evoke the feeling of rhythmic, galloping hoof beats, even without actual movement or sound. Lovely.

And now, PAGE 2!

So, I’ve highlighted panel 3, but before I get there! Panels 1 & 2 do such a nice job of giving us an idea as to the actual, physical size of these two characters, as well as the power dynamic at play. This random dude takes up the WHOLE DANG PANEL with his bulging muscles and is framed in an up-shot; in panel 2, Ruthye is not only shown from above--we’re literally looking down at her--she is also relegated to the bottom half of the panel. Additionally, it’s a great way to show the action of her turning to pull the sword from her belt, obscuring it from both our view and his, to bring out the ‘big reveal’ in the next panel.

Speaking of! Panel 3! Our establishing shot! We’re introduced to the full interior of this tavern. We see where everything is placed--walls, furniture, and perhaps most importantly, the various patrons!

Establishing shots are so important to have in visual media because they help us, the reader/viewer, to orient all of the various components within a sequence or scene.

It’s also helpful for the artists because then they can better maintain things like screen direction and continuity.

If we don’t have a shot like this, then subsequent action can become confusing to the point of distraction.

YOU WOULD BE SURPRISED how often this is neglected or forgotten in comics! Scenes will change abruptly and it’s like, ‘wait, wait, where are we?’

ADDITIONALLY, the establishing shot not only gives us basic spatial information, it ~sets the mood~ XD Setting! Atmosphere! Genre! It’s all here.

I mentioned this in my prior post, that the art gives off some intense fantasy vibes, what with the organic shapes, rough textures, and color palette.

Folks who’ve read advanced copies have described the book as a fantasy/western; that extends even to the series title design! The designer revealed that the western look of the text is deliberate.

So A+ to the art team for NAILING IT!

Okay, on to page 3!

Not a ton of notes on this one, but that’s only because the prior page has done such a solid job of laying out the space, as well as the relationship between these two characters WITH JUST WITH THE ART. (Okay, okay, the words help too. XD) Once more, we see this big brute tower over Ruthye, panel- to-panel; he’s always ‘large and in charge’ regardless of the angle. Even in that final panel! Ruthye is the largest element because she’s closer to us, but the guy is still positioned ‘above’ her, literally talking down to Ruthye from over his shoulder.

(And HMMMM. That unassuming stranger in the back there, underneath the lanterns that seem to act as an arrow pointing right at her...could she be...important?)

(Her tiny size would seem to imply that she isn’t...AND YET...)

PAGE 4!

MMMM them FRAMES within FRAMES!

Okay, but before I get into that, I do wanna briefly mention panel size and shape.

All of these pages (save for 1 and 7, which are full-page illustrations) pretty much stick to a very traditional panel structure. Each panel is completely enclosed, and there is zero variety in terms of shape. It’s all rectangles.

BUT. The size and orientation change--take, for instance, that ‘skinny’ horizontal panel up top, the way it perfectly suits the ‘shape’ of the elements/action being shown. It’s a close on Kara’s wrist/hand, reaching out for the sword in the guy’s belt.

I mention this because often, writers don’t dictate stuff like panel layout in a script. They will give the artist the number of panels, and what needs to be included in each one, but the actual, overall organization of the page? Totally up to the artist.

So! Really knowing what you want to highlight and convey is key, because you can use the panels’ size/shape/relation to other panels to ENHANCE those images, like that sword grabbing up top!

AND! Another thing I love about that panel in particular is the way that Kara’s hand and the sword make a tiny frame for Ruthye! Who is, again, VERY TINY!

I keep mentioning the size thing because it’s a nice bit of economical visual storytelling; the child character is going to be smaller than the adult characters anyway, but by calling attention to it repeatedly, we as the viewer are constantly reminded that this kid is small! She needs help! She needs to be protected! Which is like, the whole premise of the inciting incident. XD Good stuff!

(Also more dot eyes in comics that aren’t humor comics, please.)

There’s another frame down in panel 3 as well! Evely uses this device several times throughout this sequence; it’s such a great use of the multiple swords in the scene, AND shows that she can really pack all of the characters in there without cutting any of them off/obscuring them behind various objects.

And like, NO TANGENTS, which takes some serious skillz.

ESPECIALLY when you consider all that beautiful linework. LOOK AT THEM INKS.

...In particular, look at them inks in panel 5! The shading on the booth is done in such a manner that the ‘grain’ of the ink defines the perspective. We’re looking down at Kara, from above. This is a helpful little bit of orientation, as there’s not a ton of room around Kara to have any other perspective lines to help sell the angle.

ALSO, NOTE THE POSITION OF MR. BRUTE IN PANEL 4, AND THEN KARA’S EYELINE IN PANEL 5. It will be important in...

PAGE 5!

Allow me to explain:

In panel four on page 4, we see the guy reach for his sword, his body language revealing that he’s intent on moving towards Kara.

In panel 5 on the same page, we get that lovely down shot of Kara looking right up at us, the viewer. But also, the implication is that she’s ACTUALLY looking at Tough Guy, because in the next page, we see that he’s positioned himself right above her to swing that sword down!

(My apologies for the poor attempts at drawn annotations.)

There’s no action lines cluttering up the beautiful art; Not-Conan’s hair, rather, acts as the action line/guiding ��arc’ so that we can better follow the movement.

Kara, likewise, doesn’t have any action lines on her, but her posture and hair act as visual cues to tell us that she slides over in the booth, out of the way of the sword.

In particular, the way her right shoulder/arm draws closer to her body, and the way her left hand comes up to offset the way she’s now positioned, really sells the ‘slide’.

More beautiful indicators of movement in panel 2; the hair, the action line on the sword, the torn fabric of Kara’s shirt.

Panel 3 brings more FRAMES WITHIN FRAMES! And, actually, as I’m looking at it? I think it could be argued that we actually have a FRAME within a FRAME within a FRAME!

First frame: Panel border, natch.

Second frame: Goofus’ sword, arm, and face frame Kara.

Third frame: Kara’s arm and sword work with Goofus’ head again to frame tiny Krypto.

LAYERS.

And now, a note about colors!

I said before that I love the palette at play. The earthy tones give the entire setting an organic feel--this is not a high-tech locale! We’re dealing with natural materials here.

BUT THEN THOSE BLUES!

Not only do we get that nice split complementary thing happening with the yellow, but it also signals the blue of Kara’s costume, a little hint of which is revealed in the final page.

And, like. It’s night time. XD

(I just gotta say, love the cold blue outside the window next to Kara’s table, contrasted with the warm yellow of the interior. Even though this is a bar, there’s still that element of like. Coziness.)

Also! Even though the overall palette is heavy on the yellows, Kara’s hair is more saturated and leans towards a warmer yellow, while the rest of the yellows in the scene are cooler. Thus! We have CONTRAST! Our eyes are drawn right to her.

And I know--I KNOW--that SG comics twitter already hates King because Kara’s DRINKING and personally I want more of the story/context before I pass any judgement but I must admit, the shapes? In panel 5? With Kara drinking in the foreground?

I kinda love it.

Also mmmm-MMMM, more of them SOFT BLUES.

Okay. PAGE 6!

Now THIS PAGE is what inspired this whole endeavor.

Because, okay. If I’ve not made it clear by now: I read a lot of comics.

And I generally enjoy all of the comics I read!

But, what I’ve found lately, is that if I don’t enjoy a comic, it’s because I, as a reader, find myself confused by the art.

Confused as in, the art is hard to follow.

That can be because the color design/ink work doesn’t have enough contrast, or the composition is muddled, but most frequently?

It’s poor panel-to-panel action.

When there’s no flow/connection between what’s happening in one panel vs. another, suddenly it’s on you, as the reader, to do a lot more of the work as you go through the scene. And sometimes! We don’t even have enough visual information to DO that work!

So when I read this, I was like, ‘ah, thank you, an easy flow of action for my brain to appreciate.’ XD

AND SO. Panel 1! Same stuff we’ve been seeing! The ink work, hair, clothing details, etc. all work to show us which direction each character is moving. Kara’s arm and jacket all point to her slamming that mug in the dude’s face; dude’s sword serves as a GIANT ARROW illustrating the path of his stab.

Not much to say on panels 2 and 3 other than: FACIAL EXPRESSIONS! And also, HAIR!!!

PANEL FOOOOUR!!!!

Love. This. Panel.

Again, I really love that there are no action lines slapped on top of this gorgeous art, all of the movement is conveyed in the inks, body language, clothes, and so on.

Like. There’s a conscious decision, here, to not have Kara’s hair obscuring the dude’s torso, and that’s good! Because his belt/uhh...kilt? Skirt? Is showing us the speed and direction of his jab; if Kara’s hair were in the way, it would break up the flow.

BUT THEN HOW TO SHOW THAT KARA’S DIPPING FORWARD???

Note the ties on her cuff, and the inks on her jacket!

There’s nothing special happening with Krypto, BTW. I just circled him because he’s a Good Boy who deserves to be noticed.

Panel 5, more of the same, the inks telling us how these characters are moving through space. ALSO, the length of the lines conveys speed without needing to add something distracting/obscure the art with a ‘blur’ effect.

Final panel! I. LOVE. THIS.

Particularly the movement in Kara’s hair, just. Beautiful shape language.

But in addition! You’ve got that LOVELY line of action in Kara’s spine as she flips him over, the sword likewise curved in the direction of the throw.

And of course, the dude is crumpling in the appropriate direction, bent in the middle as he collides with the table to--quite literally--complete the circle.

Also, just. The characterization here, is PHENOMENAL.

People (read: irate fans on twitter) have expressed concern (read: complained) about Kara having a sword. Some have even gone so far as to suggest that Kara’s basically a murderer now, because she’s using a weapon.

Never mind the fact that in an episode of JLU, Supergirl used both a sword AND a gun to defend herself while in Skartaris because she had no powers.

Except we see here that Kara DOESN’T USE THE SWORD to take the guy out, she uses his own force against him. She only uses the swords in the FINAL PAGE in a type of ‘yield’ fashion.

(This particular ‘fight’ sequence reminded me of Brainy’s fighting style in the show so of course that added to my overall enjoyment.)

Like, Kara’s got no powers here, she very well could have used the sword to defend herself, and would...kinda be justified.

But she didn’t!

Like. Even drunk and therefore out of it, Kara 1.) Steps in to help that kid and 2.) doesn’t use superpowered lethal force on the guy. (I mean, she can’t use her super powers anyway, what with the red sun, but you get the idea.)

And like, the flourish there, of the arms, the way the jacket swirls around her, like a gymnast sticking the landing, GAAAAAHHHH I just love it. It’s great.

Okay, FINAL PAGE, #7:

I mean. What more can I say? EVELY AND LOPES, MAN.

Just some top notch art.

(Also get it guys, it’s a LITERAL shirt rip! XD)

(And look! There’s that tiny bit of blue!)

But anyways, if you’ve made it this far, I applaud you, and thank you for indulging my desire to just. Geek out over one of my favorite comic artists drawing one of my favorite comic characters.

And just to like, reiterate, I’m not suggesting that this comic is THE BEST EVER or that it’s going to redefine the medium, or anything. XD Everything I’ve mentioned here is...pretty basic storytelling mechanics. Watch any movie, and you’ll see all this same stuff at work.

RATHER, this whole post is more about...admiring two artists who clearly know what they’re doing.

And they’re doing it so well! :D

TL;DR: I’m so excited that the Supergirl book has Evely and Lopes, guys. So. Excited.

#stranger speaks #long post #supergirl: woman of tomorrow #art analysis #comic art analysis #edit: whoops forgot content warning tags #cw: alcohol #cw: blood

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years ago

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SUMMER BURN: starring Bill Skarsgard as Brian Chapter 2

Warnings: attacker play(?), heavy flirtation

@dragsraksllib @super-pink-a-palouza @grandpa-sweaters

read Ch 1 first

“Did you scare another hottie away?” Jess smirked.

I rolled my eyes turning away from her.

Jess sat down at the bar. All she had to do is bat her eyes at the bar tender for him to come right over to her with a big mischievous grin. She ordered bloody Maries for her and the other girls leaving me out since I obviously was not talking to her. In her mind it was all over some random guy. For me, it was because I had enough of her so-called jokes.

“Tell us about the guy you met?” Melissa and Tami asked me in unison as Jess flirted with the bar tender.

I laughed. “He was the same guy we saw on the beach. His name is Brian. He is kind of scary. In a good way. You know? Like give me shivers. The beard and hair were part of his job. Maybe an investigator or something. He didn’t tell me.”

“That is weird.” Melissa pointed out. “Maybe he disguises himself so he can stalk his prey?”

“People do get paid good money to be hired killers.” Tami chimed in.

The three of us laughed drawing the attention of Jess. “So, what is so funny?”

“We were just trying to figure out what the guy on the beach does for a living.” Tami giggled.

“We decided professional killer since his hair and beard were fake,” Mellissa was laughing.

“What the hell?” Jess glared at them. “How did you find out it was fake?”

“He was the same guy I was talking to when you walked up.” Then I warned her jokingly. “If he is a psychopath or killer for hire you better watch out and maybe the bar tender should to.” Then I laughed along with Tami and Melissa about the absurdity of the thought.

The bar tender whispered to Jess as his replacement for the afternoon arrived. She nodded in agreement. “This whole vibe.” She waved her hand over us. “Is a little twisted for my taste.” The bar tender took her hand. She walked off with him. “Maybe I will see you crazy girls at the bonfire or perhaps not.”

“I think she is the crazy one.” Melissa said when Jess was far enough away. “I can’t believe she ditched us on girls day again. So, what should we do next?” She looked to me for guidance because when Jess was gone Melissa and Tami thought of me as their leader to find the next fun thing to do.

Tami chimed in. “No pressure but there is 5 hours before we need to get ready for the bonfire. You are so good at picking fun things to do.”

No pressure my ass, I thought. “We finish these drinks and swim. Then go skating on the board walk for a while. I think I saw an outdoor seafood restaurant. You know what today is don’t you?

“Taco Tuesday!” They yelled with great glee.

While frolicking in the surf; when skating down the board walk; even at lunch I couldn’t push the feeling away that I was being watched by eyes unseen. I tried to shrug it off. I even told the girls, “I think Jess is watching us after her date was a bust, but she is too afraid to join in the fun I created so let’s just have more fun to show her we don’t always need her.”

They nodded and the three of us let out a loud “Wooooo” as we clinked pina coladas. After lunch I suggested they head back to the hotel. I would return the skates, then meet them at the hotel. “Jess will more than likely be there around the same time since she is stalking us.”

They agreed.

When I got back to the room that had two queen beds and a pullout couch looking out on the ocean from the 10th floor, Tami and Melissa informed me Jess never came back. There was not even a sign of her coming back to change for the bonfire. She would still be in her little bikini with the terry cloth jumper over it unless the bar tender bought her a new dress and under garments which has happened before.

“Well, I guess we have fun without her until she joins us later.” I shrugged smirking matter-of-factly. “She has ditches us for a guy before. She will have to come back for her belongings before we check out.”

They seemed a little more worried than I but agreed with everything I said. They were followers like that. They did not want to lose another group member by speaking up about their concerns. It was their flaw to bare.

It was a perfect night for a bon fire. Just a little chill to the air. I wore a wrap around my shoulder with my white multi-colored flower sundress. My hair in a ponytail with a hot pink ribbon around it. I topped off the look with white wedges and red cherry lip stick instead of the pink I was wearing during the day. The dress fit me nicely if I do say so myself. It fit my curves making my cleavage pop. The girls wore similar outfits. We were roasting marshmellows when surprise guests showed up.

“Well, isn’t it the most beautiful girl on the beach.” A male voice quipped.

“No, No, No.” The other spoke boastfully. “My girl is the most beautiful girl on the beach.”

Tami jumped excited to see her boyfriend. “Peter, you’re here!”

Mellissa followed suit jumping on her man as he chuckled struggling to hold her so quickly. “Brad, you know it is supposed to be girls night.” She bopped him on the nose with the tip of her finger. “But I guess I will forgive you this time.”

“We were not looking for you, I promise.” Brad kissed Mellissa’s nose.

“Yeah, we were having a guys night and just wondered down to the bon fire with a bag of smore stuff but if you want us to leave...”

“No, give up the chocolate.” Melissa grabbed for it as her boyfriend held it up out of her reach

I mumbled. “There goes girls night.” Popped a cooled half burnt marshmallow in my mouth and got up.

“Uh hey there you.” Peter nodded his chin for a hello. My friends' boyfriends hadn’t bothered learning my name even after I dated some of their cousins. I barely cared. They would not last. They didn’t even call Tami and Melissa by their names. Again, I assumed it was low IQ and not planning on sticking around long. “Sorry, we didn’t bring a third for you.”

“For your information I do have a date tonight.” I walked off down the beach after that. “They were so annoying assuming I would never find anyone on my own.” I grumbled as I walked.

The sparkling sand was cool at night, so I took off my shoes off to carry as I toed the sand down towards the edge of the ocean. Part of me wanted to keep walking into the waves that now crashed on my feet. But I am startled when a large hand grabs mine. So much that I jump turning quickly. “Oh, you startled me.”

I looked up with a smile to Brian, my hand still on his chest since I planned to try to push my possible attacker away.

“Sorry, I startled you.” He took my hand kissing the top gently. “Forgive me?” His big green eyes begged forgiveness perhaps more than his words. “I was worried for you when I saw you walking along the water alone.”

“I can take care of myself in the dark.” I smirked. “You were a half a second from getting my shoes smacked across your face.”

He lifted a eyebrow in question. “Is that so? What if your attacker did this?” He grabbed both my wrist tightly and swept me to the ground in a blink of an eye. “Now what do you do?”

My body pinned under the heat of his body. Arms pinned above my head. The sand rough under me. “I don’t know whether to kiss you right now or knee you in the balls like I would a true attacker.”

Brian grinned as he looked down at me. He loosened his grip on my wrists. His eyes piecing mine. “I left you that move like most would, to see if you would go for it.”

“I would.” I murmured as I pulled my hands free catching him off-guard, I flipped him on his back pinning his wrists legs wrapped around his to keep him bound to my will now. The surprise in his big eyes was perfect. “Or I could do this if they were dumb enough to loosen their grip on my wrists.”

He chuckled laying there without a struggle. “My next question is, do you still want to kiss me?”

My answer came when my lips bushed against his. That is when he struggled to get his hands free. I was using all my strength to hold them.

“Please.” He murmured between light kisses. His nose nuzzling mine playfully. “I want to run my hands alone your back to....”

“To get the upper hand?” You giggled nuzzling his nose back before kissing him more deeply.

“I surrender.” He sang breathlessly. “You win. I tap out. Game over.”

I stood doing a little victory dance shimmying and shaking my hips. Brian stood up behind me like a tower brushing the sand off him. Then grab my hips slowly sliding his body closer behind me. He started kissing my neckline. I stopped swaying with a audible “mmmm”.and took a deep breath.

“I thought you were the shy girl when your friend needed to encourage you to do more than just stare at me. But you are so much more than that little lady. You have hidden skills.”

“I’m only shy before I meet new people.” You smiled looking up at him very comfortable leaning against his body. “My skills come out when I need them without a thought. Did I hurt you?”

“No, it was hot as fuck.” He blurted. “Sorry, I don’t usually throw around F-bombs on first dates. What do you want to do tonight? I take it you are to mature for the collage drunks burning themselves on smores.” He spins yu away from him.

You spin back to him laughing. “There is no way I want to join them. It's never my scene but I usually make sure my drunk friends get home or in this case back to the hotel. Their boyfriends showed up so they can just sleep together on the beach if that is how their night ends. Their loyalties are always fickle.”

“If you are hungry, I know a place that is more for polite young adults instead of heathens.” He suggested as you walked down the beach. “Are you game?”

“That sound like a great change of pace.” You looped your hand threw his.

He gave it light squeeze while leading you off the beach to the main strip parking area. He opened the trunk of his SUV with just his toe under the bumper. “You look perfect, but I need a suit to get in this place I want to take you. The condo I am at is sever miles off the strip. I think you are staying closer. Can I just change there?”

“Oh, so this is how you get me to take you upstair?” I smirked playfully.

“Not yet.” Brian winked. “I actually enjoy the art of getting to know people once in a while. If you are uncomfortable, we can go back to my place so I can change. I rather not do that without you and travel all the way back here to pick you up. Restaurant would be closed by then.”

I thought he had a good answer for everything. “You can change at our messy hotel room. Come on.” You grabbed the suit covered in plastic on a hanger neatly so he would follow, after shutting his SUV trunk. He did.

You opened the door without looking around letting him in first. “I warn you it was a mess.”

“It's not that bad for four girls staying here.” He looked around. “Bathroom for me to change?”

I finally really looked at the place. All Jess’ things were gone and the clothes that were tossed all over the room were on all the beds but mine. Any sign of Jess was gone. I thought, Did she really ditch a girls weekend to run off with some bar tender?

#summer burn #bill skarsgard #original characters #original story #fiction #mystery #suspense #beach #ocean #summer time

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dontbesoweirdkira · 5 years ago

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Hey, it's me again, I hope you are still open for requests! You said I could ask for Mic content and, if I still can, what about some DadMic headcanons, with his own child and/or an adopted one?! Which one you prefer is fine! I hope you are doing well and thank you for the opportunity you gave me! Take care 💗

A/N: Hey you!! Thank you for requesting, it means a lot that you like my present mic work. And yes, you most definitely can have some DadMic headcanons. If you have any more requests just let me know. I did hours worth of homework and it deleted so i’m kind of like forget school and imma become a professional headcanon writer so honestly hit me up with as much stuff you want :)))))))

(i kind of wrote this like you are in the ages of like 6-10 so just keep that in mind)

-I feel he would have his child out of wedlock, maybe when he was younger out partying things got a little crazy then bam, next thing he knows he has a child with no mom and no idea what to do.

-cAlLs AizAwa

-No but He’s a great Dad honestly, although he's clueless sometimes, he tends to figures things out fairly quickly

- At first it was really hard for him since he had this baby, a new hero career, and the whole world trashing on him, he totally broke down a few times and wanted to give up. BUt aizawa and his other friends helped him through and encouraged him

-You’re his little sunshine and HE LOVeS yoU tO death

-calls you literally any pet name that is very soft and cute and innocent

-He buys evErything for you, i swear! If you just look at something for more than two seconds, it’s in his cart and he’s buying it for you

-”dad you don-”

-”shh pumpkin, let daddy buy it for you.”

-your room is filled with what every girl wants to have

-He learns to do your hair, no matter the texture or thickness or length, he’ll watch youtube videos and figure it out

-he lets you do his hair as well, braiding it, curling it whatever, he’s totally fine with it. JuSt DoNt CUt iT

-New school year and you need new clothes?? Yeah over 1,000 dollars worth of stuff brought.

-speaking of school, sometimes you get comments and stuff from teachers or students because you might not look like him or because you don’t know who your mom is, ect.

-At first when you were younger, it didn’t hurt you, you couldn’t understand that anyways, but as you started to get older it affected you more and more until one day you came home crying to present, and it literally breaks his heart

-”Daddy, why isn’t my skin as light as yours, and my hair isn’t as thin? The other kids make fun of me for it...it really hurts me. And WHere is mom? Does she not love us? You’re really sweet i don’t know why she doesn’t want to be with you…”

-”why are you asking this?”

-”The kids and teachers at school…”

-RAGE MODE ACTIVATED

-He literally storms down to your school and demands that the questions and comments stop or he’s going to press charges

-Never ever was asked about any of those things again...well, more or less, sometimes you hear teachers or students whispering or makings sly comments but you chose to ignore those things

-”DONT YOU EVER TALK TO ME OR MY LITTLE CUTIE PIE EVER AGAIN.”

-HUGs!! He hugs you like all the time everyday when he sees you. Like it’s his way it’s saying i love you although he screams that to you all the time

-”Y/N MY LITTLE GIRL,” *jump hugs* “I LOOOOOOOVveevVVEVVEvevV Ee YOuuUUUUUUOoUUUU”

- PROTECCS YOU AT ALL COSTS

-Like when the world found out that he had a kid, and he was still kind of a kid himself with a just starting a career, he kind of got shitted on a whole lot...by everyone and the press is always writing stories and stuff so when you were old enough to read or understand some stuff he’d often keep TV off or keep you away from the press and media although that became harder when you had to go outside and go to school but as much as he can limit that crazy stuff you see, he’ll do it.

-He makes sure you can defend yourself and as soon as you get your quirk, he’s training you. He will never push mega hard however he makes sure that the training is vigorous enough that when danger comes...you’re ready

-Being a pro hero’s child can mean you’re in a lot of danger, people want to kill or kidnap you to hurt the hero so he’s constantly worries and on you about safety

-If your quirk is similar to his, skskkdnjsk he literally will SCREEEEEEEE, he thinks it’s so awesome you have a quirk like his and he will make sure that the both of you will annoy Aizawa

-As much as Hizashi spoils you, you had to grow up a whole lot quickly. Even though he’s an underground hero and kinda works on his on time, his job is still quite demanding and he has to be gone a lot so that means you need to learn how to cook, clean, do your homework, etc. on your own so if anything happens (god forbid) you know how to take care of yourself. when you were younger tho he’d have a babysitter/nanny to look and take care of you while he’s at work

-Although when he is home he cooks and does all of that stuff. HE'S A REALLY GOOD COOK??????? Like seriously and don’t let me get started on the pastries he makes...mmmm yummm…

-only burnt down the kitchen once...Don’t tell Aizawa plez ;-;

-He actually feels very very bad about leaving you at home a lot with responsibility, he’s all about fun and really just being a kid so he always apologizes to you and plans something super fun when he’s off of work. Like laser tag, going out for ice cream, or just building forts at home. He makes sure you have a balance

-He might’ve brought you a puppy so you would have a friend, you let him name the puppy and now you have a “Mr.Ruffkins” running around your house

-He let’s you have girls night which is basically just you and him and sometimes a friend, and you guys just paint each other nails, put bows in each others hair, all the girly stuff, and just talk about anything.

-It’s his way i guess to make up for the mother-daughter time you don’t have in your life

-Cute picnics at the park with a bunch of snacks and you guys will just feed the little duckies and animals

-Brings you around his agency or to his radio show all the time, like everyone that works there knows and loves you a whole lot. You even have a mini cute pink desk with a name tag on it.

-You have a little segment on his show called “LittleMic and PresentMic” and you guys just talk about crazy weird stuff and reach out to single Dads who are also raising up kids. It’s super cute i swear.

-Aizawa is your tired uncle that says he hates coming over but he comes over like everyday and eats all your food while watching TV on the couch

-He’s the best uncle though but he’s super blunt. So sometimes you go to him for advice or just to talk. He adores you though and checks on you while DadMic is at work or something.

-Aizawa call you “Kiddo” or “littleMic” or just “y/n”

-Present lets you pick out his new tattoos, and one time he let you draw one….now he has a crooked purple butterfly on his arm...it’s all good tho

-Father daughter danceeeeee ya ya ya! You guys bring the moves and the music to the dance floor like get out the mf way swines.

-He picked out your dress and you picked out his suit, he even let you do a little man bun

-sometimes when you guys are just chilling at home, you will play some of your favorite classics, and you will step on his feet and he’ll dance, you guess may have fell like twice.

-speaking of music and dancing, he will turn up all of the pop jams that you love (slipping some of his rock n’ roll faves) THROW candy all through out the house and both of you are dancing in weird costumes while singing

-”I LOOOOOOOOvvEEEE ROcKKK N ROLLLLL SO PUT ANOTHER DIME IN THE JUKE BOX bAE bEEEEEEBHEDB”

-You are very much involved in music and he showed you how to make your own mixtapes, playlists, and how to DJ on your own

-piggy back rideeeesss yuuuuhhhhh. When you’re feeling sad he randomly picks you up, twirls you onto his back and runs around the house yells

-”WOOOOOSSSHHHHHH MEGA JET FLYING A SAD PASSENGER, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY WOOOOOSSHHHSHSH”

-Usually does this until you’re laughing and playing along with him

-”KrrSHH THIS IS FLIGHTER PILOT Y/N WITH MY TRUSTY JET YAMADA ON MY WAY TO DESTROY THE ENEMY PLANE, ANyoNE copPY?”

-one time you like dressed up like him for halloween and it was lit. hair somehow slicked up, black leather jacket and some headphones...wooo child you looked cool

-”PRESENT MIC MAY I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH???”

-”nO PapArazzi PleAse”

-I feel as though you’d be bilingual, Japanese and English. I feel at home it’ll lean more towards English although there’s a hint of Japanese in there

-He rarely gets mad at you but if he did, it’s probably because you put yourself in danger or something of that sorts

-If you cannot sleep, he’ll let you sleep with him and he’ll have blue clues playing in the bakground to help “sooth you” (he enjoys that show very much”

-”THE CLUE IS RIGHT THERE BLUEEEE”

-”dad? I-”

-Tells you stories about his high school/early life and gives you advice

-”in conclusion do not throw a pumpkin at a security guard or you might get hurt...okay love bug?”

-The sweetest thing ever, like he randomly makes weird faces or says random things to make you laugh

-Forehead kisses or little cheek kisses

-Twirls you around and says “Ah my little princess looks lovely today”

-OMG TICKLE FIGHTS I SWEAR YOU’RE GASPING FOR AIR SOMEONE HELP YOU BUT LIKE ITS FUN

-You help him choose outfits when he’s indecisive

-”take away the scarf and go with the graphic tee and maybe the black boots instead of the red ones”

-”Look at my child, a fashion Icon.”

-He let you decorate the house so now there’s glitter, pink stuff, rainbows and sparkles all around the house but it’s super cute.

-Many cute photos of you guys in macaroni picture frames.

-HE TAKES PICTURES OF EVERYTHING LIKE STACKS OF PHOTOS SMHHH TAKE THE CAMERA AWAAAAYYYYY

-Being Present’s Child would be super cute and mega fun. He’s one of the most interactive loving dads out there, you would never feel lost or lonely for a second. Seriously he is the dad that we all wanted/ needed as a kid lmao.

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funky-club-penguin-music · 5 years ago

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Hey rat lovers~

February 11th, 2020. Almost 3 am EST which meansss.... oumami week day 2 suckahs!!

This one is probably my favorite and will be my longest piece of the week. For a little context, I picked soulmate au AND talent swap for this one! It goes as follows:

AU - whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s skin

Rantaro - child caregiver

Kaede - nurse

Kokichi - chef (not implied or stated, grr)

Anyway, I feel like i left it unfinished, so maybe for day 7 I could do the free day and add onto it? I’d really be into doing that, but I dunno. whatever I do, I know that I should totally continue this at some point!

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Day 2: Soulmate / Talent Swap

Words: 1430 (mmmm)

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The cold water splashed against the sink's rim as Rantaro attempted to get rid of the last bits of leftover ink on his arms. Thankfully, the girls were a little less aggressive with the coloring today. They usually got up to his shoulders… With the final designs turning to a heavy fade from all the scrubbing, he turned off the water and dried his forearms off on his shirt. A glance at the clock on the wall told him it was just nearing 6 pm. Somehow, it was a pretty calm day, which was rare for the daycare. None of the kids were too rowdy at all, which Rantaro was silently glad about. Rethinking the day's events- or lack thereof -he made his way to the door, getting his keys out to lock up the classroom. Next stop, the nurse’s office.

It wasn't too far from his classroom, another thing he was glad about. He hoped Kaede hadn't left yet, but she was usually still here at the end of the day. He peeked in, and there she was at her desk. A few random trinkets sat on it, alongside some sticky notes, a desk plate with her name and her position on it, and a picture of Kaede and a group of other friends. Rantaro could actually name a few of them. He knocked on the door, and she immediately perked up.

"Come in!" Kaede said as she straightened herself out, placing her black pen back into her breast pocket. She always had it on hand, just in case she needed to write to her soulmate. Although it was obvious from the writing on her arm that all they really talked about was books and music anyway. Rantaro couldn't consider that silly though, he never had anything worth saying to his soulmate in the first place, so who was he to judge her?

He stepped into the office, scratching his arm lightly. Maybe all that scrubbing wasn't such a great idea. Upon seeing him, she lit up. Within a few seconds, she was already trying to show him her arm and explain everything they talked about. Most of it meshed together, but he made sure to listen intently.

"-And this is a book they recommended to me! I could probably find it on Amazon, right? But enough about me!"

She grinned and pulled her arm back, now starting to pull her hair out of its ponytail. It was obvious to him that she wanted him to braid it, so he extended his hand and grabbed onto a strand of her hair, getting to work on braiding it.

"Tell me about you. How have things been?"

Somehow, her smile got wider.

Rantaro shrugged as his fingers worked on sectioning the hair.

"Eh, same as always. Nothing much happens usually, y'know?"

Kaede nodded, almost messing up her braid.

"Agreed. Sometimes the routine is nice, but it's getting kind of awkward… Speaking of which, I need some advice," she said with a sigh.

Oh, advice. He's good at that. Rantaro nodded as he folded one strand of hair over another, quickly forming a neat braid. Kaede took a short breath before diving into her issue.

"Recently, I gave my soulmate my phone number and we've been talking for a long… LONG time!"

She's right about that. Rantaro remembers when they first met, Kaede would often have writing all over her arms and sometimes even legs. Whoever her soulmate was, their hands must be tired from all that writing.

"And… We're thinking about trying to meet up. Do you think we should, or…?"

He left it at silence for a moment as he finished the braid, using a small elastic to hold it together.

"I say go for it. I mean, it's your soulmate after all. If you really want to, and you think it's safe, then what's the worst that could happen?"

Kaede looked at him with wide eyes, quickly straightening out her scrubs before grinning.

"Yeah, yeah! You're right! Thanks Taro, you're the best!"

She quickly gave him a hug before looking at the clock.

"Oop- Gotta go! Thank you again. Seriously, I don't know what I'd do without you."

With a giddy squeal, she grabbed her bag off the chair and rushed out. That just left him… He'd have to lock up by himself, blegh.

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A calm day was one in a million, as was said among the staff of the daycare. Unfortunately, the statement was proven the next day, in more ways than one. For starters, all the kids seemed to have stored their energy for the exact day that one of the caregivers were unavailable, which left Rantaro with double the kids than usual. Hey, he's the Ultimate Child Caregiver, so he's supposed to be able to handle it. Still, Kaede promised she would help during her free time… Under the promise of free ice cream at the nearby diner of course. Healthy kids were just not her thing.

At the moment, it was roughly 2:30 pm, aka quiet time. Thank God. A good sum of the kids were asleep, besides one or two. The lights were off, and the only source of it was a small bit of sunlight streaming through the window. Rantaro was sitting next to it, with just enough light to see, as Sarah- one of the older girls -doodled with a giggle. He always let her color on his arms, it seemed to satisfy her creative spirit, and her parents seemed happy to not have their daughter come home with messy arms. She seemed pretty stuck on drawing flowers of all sizes, shapes, and colors. It was adorable to watch as she whispered a song to herself and filled in one of the flower's petals.

Then, something unexpected happened. Sarah went back for another color, and Rantaro admired the colors on his arm, scanning each one carefully. Until he got to his palm. He gasped a little when he saw some words written in handwriting he didn't recognize… It was very child-like, but not messy, and all it read was 'What the fuck?'

Rantaro was less shocked about what it said, but more about how this was one of the few times, or rather the first time in a long time, that his soulmate wrote to him. Hell, when WAS the last time? Maybe this is the first time... Whatever it was, it immediately made him feel fuzzy. He leaned over to the marker box, and grabbed a purple one, quickly writing back in a neat print on his wrist; 'Hello to you too?'

Sarah yawned as she dug through the box again, her eyes shutting every so often. Quiet time didn't last forever, sadly, which prompted him to ask if she wanted to sleep. To that, she nodded and went to a free space on the mat. Wow… He watched in awe as the words formed on his skin, all by themself. No wonder Kaede liked this so much, it looked so cool to watch.

'Wasn't saying hi, but okay.'

Not the best first conversation, but it was something!

'Whatever, nice to meet you!'

'Damn right'

A bit of an attitude… Rantaro switched to a red marker, just because he thought it looked better.

'So who are you?'

'A person'

'Wow, so impressive. I'm Rantaro!'

'Kokichi and your use of punctuation scares me'

He smiled to himself and looked at the clock. It's almost 3 pm, and he'd have to wake up the kids. No way he was doing that with all this writing on his arm though, no way. He looked back at his arm and tried to fit in as much as he could in as little space as possible.

'I hate to cut this so short, but I've got stuff to do! If you want I could probably write something later, but right now I need to wash this off. Does that sound okay?'

He was already standing up and walking over to the sink while waiting.

'You didn't need to write an essay for that, but okay'

With that, the scrub process is repeated again, effectively getting out the words and leaving his arms nice and clean. Of course, Sarah would be a little disappointed that her work got washed off, but it's nothing she can't do again. For now, Rantaro spent the last small chunk of quiet time thinking about how nice it felt to finally get a reply… Oh did he have high hopes, and unknown to him right now, they would certainly be exceeded.

#oumami #oumami week 2020 #oumamiweek2020 #rantaro amami #kokichi oma #kaede akamastu #this will probably be my longest one #i could honestly turn it into a fic #talent swap #soulmate au

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edwardslostalchemy · 5 years ago

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ohh for the character list thing, can u do todoroki, iida, and/or uraraka?? - c

You both know me inside and out ahhhh

@alartes-draws @midoriyaizukustan

This is under a read more bc it’s so long alfajfalk

Shouto

favorite thing about them

GOD he’s my absolute favorite so like everything is my favorite thing about him. But my #1 thing that I absolutely adore is that he is very willing and open to grow and to like accept criticism. I know for a fact I don’t like receiving criticism. But him? Izuku has yelled at him to like basically get him to see that he had to make the fire quirk he had his own rather than associate it with his father. That’s TOUGH to do. That’s YEARS of self-hatred and abuse and repressing his power and just looking at it as a way to see his father. But he took Izuku’s words to heart, that he could do with his fire quirk what he wanted because it was his. And he grew so much because he accepted his words. I would have been like “You don’t know me! You don’t know what I’ve gone through! You have no right to tell me that!” But not Shouto. Shouto has taken other types of criticism from Aizawa as well, telling him he depends on his quirk and that’s why he went after him first during his final exam. And then he was able to realize “Huh, I really should have given Momo a chance to tell me her plan, she had something to say.” And then he has her tell him her plan. And then during Kamino, (yes, Tenya got on his case, but he was like “we aren’t gonna fight, we’re gonna sneak around, my dude”) when they were against the wall and Izuku is like “I have a plan!!!” He’s like “TELL US YOUR PLAN”. Like he is not the only one who gets to take charge and share his plans. Also when in*sa was being very passive aggressive towards him, Shouto went up to him and asked if he’d’ done something to him and when he told him about their past, Shouto was like ah fuck I fucked up, but I liked that he was willing to confront this very large guy to resolve this issue. He is like very accepting and open to new ideas and he makes mistakes and still goes off on his own (provisional license exam where you at), but he is still able to take these like criticisms and examples and learn from them. He’s a great character and his growth has been so progressive and amazing and I am so thankful to Horikoshi for this character holy shit.

least favorite thing about them

I hate that he calls k*tsuki his friend despite k*tsuki being a God awful character. Shouto, sweetie, you deserve better friends. k*tsuki has been compared to endeav*r, your abusive father. Please please, you have the whole izucrew and class 1A (except m*neta) right there. You can have Momo and Izuku and Tenya and Ochako and Eijirou as your bffs. Please honey, please, I’m begging you. Please stop calling him your friend. He is not a friend, he is bitch ass gremlin.

favorite line

[softly] “Midoriya”

brOTP

OOF I love him with Momo (rich kids bitching about shit), OCHAKO (brother/sister dynamic where they bicker and talk in code, thank you Redd and C), Tenya (such a wholesome friendship), Izuku (they would be super close best friends come on), and of course him with Fuyumi and Natsuo having a nice sibling relationship with a hilarious group chat to boot (have you read make this feel like home by carolinaa? If you haven’t, go read it, it’s so good and the group chat they have, that is what I’m talking about, that’s the good stuff.) I like him with class 1A in general (except k*tsuki and m*neta ew gross).

OTP

TodoDeku!!!! This has got to be my favorite ship I’ve had thus far in my fandom experience. Like I’ve had OTPs where I’m absolutely wild for them (fr//–//uk, haru//–//michi, ever//–//lark, ed//–//win) and I’ve given my 110% like I am giving this ship, but like….this ship……..is so damn SOFT. And it gives me the warm fuzzies and it makes me so incredibly stupidly happy and I want them to be happy and they’re just so precious WOW.

nOTP

Mmmm every other ship BUT SPECIFICALLY todoyikes (aka todonono aka todo//–//momo), todo//–//baku, ina//–//todo. These three ships really give me the Stroke^TM feeling like I need a squeeze toy and happy messages when I come across them. Big No Nos. Never mention them to me unless you want to hate on them with me. I would say every other todo ship is my notp, but I can tolerate them, like I’ve seen ships like iida//–//todo and shou//–//chako (went into the tag bc I’m not a fucking coward *five minutes later* haha lmfao never mind), and they’re okay.

random headcanon

I have so many, but one of my favorites is that as a pro hero, he has so much Dad^TM energy and adopts all of his interns and treats them so kindly. He is supportive of their education and growth and basically just wants to see them succeed in life. He loves his interns. they’re all his children.

Another random headcanon is that Shouto has a beautiful singing voice and he got it from his mother. He sings when he feels particularly sad or when he wants to cheer up (himself and his friends and siblings), and he also writes lyrics at times. He is also good at playing guitar, but is shy about expressing these talents, until the izucrew catches him singing in the kitchen while he was cooking one time.

unpopular opinion

I like that he’s oblivious, but also I believe that once he gets older, he is not as dense anymore and learns to pick up on social cues. BUT he likes to pretend to be dense and fuck with people.

song i associate with them

I listen to the OST more often than not and I really like Nevertheless, Go Beyond. That song comes out when he arrives at the battle vs. HKS. It gets me hyped. As for a song with lyrics, I like the song Weak by AJR. It’s really good. There’s an AMV that I’m just like bruh…yes.

favorite picture of them

I love whenever he is on screen because he is so pretty, so basically all of the series is my favorite picture of him.

BUT ALSO

AND THERE’S MORE

DO IT FOR HIM

Tenya

favorite thing about them

HE’S SO EARNEST AND REALLY INTO THINGS LIKE HE GETS ME TO DO THINGS. HE’S ALSO REALLY PROPER??? I LOVE THIS SQUARE BOY. Also his dedication to everything he does, absolutely everything he has ever done has had so much enthusiasm, he’s so passionate. Also him standing up for the girls when m*neta wants to harass them. We stan an icon.

least favorite thing about them

I don’t like that he punched Izuku in that one episode when k*tsuki gets kidnapped and the kids are like “We’re gonna go save him yeet”. I understand where he was coming from, but I still didn’t like that.

favorite line

[To Izuku, holding him back from leaping into danger against AFO] “I will…protect you!”

brOTP

Izuku, Shouto, Momo, Ochako, Aoyama, everyone in class 1A can be in a bromance with him (except k*tsuki and m*neta bc he deserves better).

OTP

Iichako! I love love love them so much. He really cares about her!!! And she really cares about him!!!! I also like him with Momo!!! And Mei!!! And Aoyama!!!

nOTP

With Izuku and Shouto. I just cannot. I think he sees them as brothers more than anything.

random headcanon

He helps his classmates train to improve on their speed and he gives them tips as well as stretching exercises and routines since he knows what to do with speed.

Also when he’s a pro hero, he owns an agency with his brother and they are both the bosses and he takes care of a lot of administrative things, so he may not get to do a lot of hero work like the heroes that work for them, but he does get to go out into the field often and trains interns.

unpopular opinion

Tenya with long hair and an undercut is good. Give it a chance.

song i associate with them

Runnin’ by Adam Lambert is a great song!!!

favorite picture of them

Look at how precious he is!

Ochako

favorite thing about them

I like that she is figuring out how to be her own kind of hero. She also is into self-improvement and I admire that she went to intern under someone like Gun Head to learn hand-to-hand combat! That’s really rad! She’s here to kick all of our asses!

least favorite thing about them

I hate how everyone tells her she has a crush on Izuku instead of her figuring it out on her own without prompting. Like please let her have her character arc without it including her feelings for a guy. Let her have her character development. Let her shine without this coming up for God’s sake. She is such an amazing character and I love her so much. Please I am begging. She deserves her own background and history. I don’t want it to focus on just her feelings. That’s just ugh. it leaves such a bad taste in my mouth, it’s really personal.

favorite line

I can’t remember the lines exactly, but when she’s talking to her dad, that scene really hits me in the heart. That entire conversation, I really felt that. Thanks for the feels, Horikoshi.

brOTP

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE IS SHOUTO AND HER AND I THINK WE ALL KNOW THIS, BUT LET ME JUST SCREAM ABOUT IT FOR A LITTLE MORE. I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH WHAT THE FUCK. THEY HAVE THAT DYNAMIC I DESCRIBED ON MY SHOUTO BROTPS AND LIKE JUST PICTURE THEM HAVING REALLY FUNNY, AGGRESSIVELY FRIENDLY CONVERSATIONS, PLEASE OPEN YOUR 3RD EYE AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING HERE, THEY ARE A GOOD BROTP, THEY ARE BFFS, THEY WOULD LEGIT TAKE A HIT FOR EACH OTHER. I’M ASCENDING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

I also love her with Izuku, Tenya, Eijirou, Tsu, Momo, the rest of the girls, Mei, Aoyama, Tokoyami, pretty much everyone except those two characters I keep mentioning that I don’t like.

OTP

Iichako! But I also like her with Tsu and Momo.

nOTP

Izu//–//Ocha (I have talked about this on my blog and it rings a personal chord with me so I cannot bring myself to like it, plus it feels so forced and I just can’t get into it and I don’t care for it), k*c//–//chako (just no, she deserves so much better than that)

random headcanon

She becomes the combat specialist for the agency she works for in the future. She is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat and trains the heroes and sidekicks. Nobody can beat her. She is the best fighter in the agency. RIP villains and anyone that takes her on. She can even beat Izuku, Shouto, and Tenya, who are arguably super strong and big burly men. She is not smol though. When she’s a pro, she’s ripped, she’s muscular and very agile and quick. Beware of her. Once she enters a fight, she comes out victorious. She will come for your kneecaps.

unpopular opinion

Ochako is fucking feral. Did you see her fight k*tsuki??? She really came for his throat. She should have won. But Horikoshi is a fucking coward. What a shame.

song i associate with them

I like Fight Song by Rachel Platten for her.

favorite picture of them

A PRECIOUS BABY

#shouto todoroki #tenya iida #ochako uraraka #there are ships mentioned here so like yeah be aware of that #bnha #anonymous #alartesdraws #asks #thank you two ohmg alfkajfl #Anonymous

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awkwardnessandbaseball · 5 years ago

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Yanno, sometimes you wait and wait and wait for inspiration to hit you and then, when it does, you’re right in the middle of a billion other fics. That’s what happened when I tried to write this one, and then finally... it all clicked.

Thank you, as always, to @sherlockianwhovian for looking at my words and making me feel good about them (literally without you, I’d probably never have the guts to post anything).

Tag list: @revanmeetra87, @kmomof4 (I dunno who else wants to be tagged for general CS stuff versus specific stories, so let me know!)

I present: another piece in the Plain White T’s Song Project.

I Really Want You

AO3, if that’s how you like to do things

Summary: One universe, three ficlets. Some Modern AU Swan-Jones family fluff to get you going. (Based on the song of the same name from the Plain White T’s)

Rating: G

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“Mama, how did you meet Daddy?”

Emma laughed to herself. Her daughter took after her father in a lot of ways, not least of which was her tendency towards romantic stories. So, naturally, she often asked this question. Emma had told her the story hundreds of times, but little Hope never seemed to tire of it.

“Well, baby, you know Mommy loves to draw.” Hope nodded enthusiastically. Emma had painted the walls of the nursery when they’d been trying to conceive, hoping that just making the room ready for a baby would, in fact, bring them a baby -- and it seemed to work. The pale green walls featured fairy tale characters and creatures, all stenciled and designed by Emma’s own hand. “One day, I was in the park, just sketching a random person. He was very handsome, this person, and I kept trying to get him just right. He, of course, was very observant, and noticed me staring at him. And so he came over and said ‘Miss, I know I’m devilishly handsome, but you don’t need to stare. You could just come and talk to me.’” Here, Emma always did her best impression of her husband’s English accent, butchering it more often than not. But no matter how well (or how terribly) she impersonated him, it always sent Hope into a fit of giggles.

“What did you say, Mommy?”

“I asked him if he was serious!” Emma laughed, remembering. “I couldn’t believe that he’d just approached me like that. And I tried to hide the drawing, of course, not wanting him to know what I was doing.”

“But he did know!” Hope insisted.

“Yes, he did, but I didn’t know that yet!” Emma stroked her daughter’s dark curls while she spoke, smiling fondly at the memory of her now-husband approaching her with such intensity. “And so he said--”

“‘Yes, I am devilishly handsome,’” Killian said from behind her. She hadn’t heard him approach, caught up in her own story as she was. “And your mama laughed harder than she’d ever laughed at anything in her entire life.” He settled in beside her on the floor of their daughter’s room.

“Her entire life?” Hope echoed. Her eyes were starting to close. Emma prepared to stand up, but it proved difficult to do so without jostling her daughter and waking her up. Killian reached over and took Hope while Emma stood, and together they maneuvered their way to the toddler bed in the center of the room.

“Yes. I’m just that funny, little love,” Killian said seriously as he tucked his daughter into bed. Emma watched, still in awe of her husband and the gentle way he cared for their daughter. Still amazed by him, even after all this time.

“You know,” Emma whispered as they closed Hope’s bedroom door. “You left out a pretty crucial part of that story.”

“I don’t think our daughter needs to know that you threatened me the first time we met, love.” Killian smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “We’ll tell her when she’s older.”

“To be fair, you deserved it. I had a boyfriend at the time and you wouldn’t take no for an answer,” Emma teased.

“You’d been working on a sketch of me for an hour! I figured it had to mean something.”

They’d had this conversation hundreds of times. First, when their friends asked how they met. Then, much later, when Hope started asking. Every time they told the story, they ended up here.

“Do you regret talking to me that day?” Emma asked, biting her lip, already well aware of the answer.

“Well, my pinky toe has never quite recovered from your stomping on it, but no, I can’t quite bring myself to feel an ounce of remorse.” Killian pulled her body flush against his. “And you?”

“Every second,” she joked. Killian, whose arms were still around her waist, started tickling her and she ran down the stairs to escape. He caught up to her and pinned her to the wall.

“Oh really?” he asked. She nodded, breathing heavily.

“Then I’ll just have to change that!” Killian hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to their bedroom.

Emma Swan-Jones really didn’t have any regrets after all.

*********

“Daddy, when you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?” William asked.

“A pirate,” Killian replied with a grin.

“Like a guy who flies planes?” William cocked his head at his father.

“Er, no, that’s… that’s a pilot,” Killian said, trying not to laugh. “But that would have been nice, too.”

“I wanna fly a plane,” William announced. “Where would you go if you flew a plane, Daddy?”

Killian thought for a moment, not wanting to give a false answer to his curious little five-year-old.

“I’d fly into space,” Killian said.

“That’s a rocket ship, not a plane!” William rolled his eyes dramatically at his father’s silliness.

“Well, if I’m making the rules, then I say I can pilot a plane right up to the stars.” Killian leaned in close. “I’d take you with me, though.”

“You would?” William’s eyes grew wide now.

“Aye, lad, of course. You, and your mother, and your sister. I’d fly us all right into space and we’d go see the moon and the stars. A family vacation.”

“Sounds expensive,” Emma said. Killian turned to look at her, surprised by her presence. She had a habit of sneaking up and watching him with the children. At first, he’d thought she was being over-protective, that she didn’t trust him with them when they were babies. But then he’d caught sight of the wistful look on her face. One he recognized because he wore the same one whenever he looked at her.

What a couple of hopeless romantics they’d become.

“Well, I’m a pilot, Swan. I must be making a substantial amount of money, no? Surely I can just borrow a plane to use.” Killian stood and walked towards her. She smiled up at him.

“I don’t know if that’s how it works,” she said before kissing him.

“Ew!” William screeched and ran down the hall to his own room.

“We scared the kid again,” Emma laughed.

“He’ll get used to it,” Killian said, nuzzling his wife’s neck.

“Will he?”

“Well, he’s got to, because I’ve got no intention of ever not kissing you,” he whispered in her ear.

“Mmmm, that’s fair,” she whispered right back. “Would you really fly into space?”

Killian laughed.

“If I were, in a fictitious other life, a pilot. And I had a plane that could, somehow, reach space. Yes, I’d fly all of us out there for a week just to--” he was cut off by a knock at the door. He sighed. “Just to be alone for one minute,” he growled before stalking off to greet whoever had chosen that moment to stop by.

************

And when I finally get you, I’ll probably want somebody else Ain’t that the way it goes?

Killian Jones was many things. He was a husband, a father, a harbormaster. He was a sailor, deep down in his soul, and he was a flirt.

Or at least he had been.

Ten years had passed since he’d met the love of his life, one Emma Swan. She’d been beautiful then. Her blonde hair shone brightly in the sun, and her green eyes stared at him with an intensity he’d never experienced. She may have been a taken woman, but Killian knew, could tell because he knew what it was like, that she was unhappy.

Happy women, after all, don’t spend their days alone at the park drawing strange men over and over again.

And so he’d approached her. He’d gotten shut down, but he’d kept trying. Until she stomped on his foot, threatened to call the cops if he came near her again, and walked away.

Finally, a month later, she came back to the park.

He was there with his best mate, Robin, and Robin’s son. Roland had been six at the time, and was already taking after his Uncle Killian: the boy was a flirt. He’d approached Emma of his own volition, peering over her shoulder at what she was drawing.

“That looks like my Uncle Killian!” he’d exclaimed, right into her ear.

Killian was, of course, apologetic for the intrusion, but Emma had just blushed and laughed.

“I was hoping you’d be here,” she admitted. It turned out that Killian had been right. She wasn’t happy.

And neither of them had been able to stop thinking about the other.

It wasn’t a conventional beginning, but it was theirs.

And now, ten years later, Killian was still as in love with her as he had been back then. Still found her attractive, despite her complaints about stretch marks and wrinkles and grays. And Killian was thinking about all of this, about his love and his family, while in the checkout line at the grocery store. Until he was driven to distraction by a beautiful woman two lines over.

He could only see the back of her head. She wore yoga pants that hugged her body in just the right way, and a loose fitting workout top. He admired her from behind, watching as she bent over to pick up her infant son. Killian stared at the curve of her behind, at the muscles in her shoulders.

She was, even from all the way over here, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He could hear her talking to her daughter, who was occupying her time by selecting one of each candy in the aisle.

“Hope, please put down the candy. You know we have ice cream at home. You can’t have both.”

Killian smiled as he paid for the flowers he’d stopped to purchase.

“Need some help, love?” he asked as he approached his wife.

“Killian? What the hell are you doing here?” Emma asked, handing him their son. William clung to his father’s neck. Killian balanced him in one arm.

“I was stopping to get a gift for my favorite woman in the world,” he said, leaning to kiss his wife on the cheek. He pulled out the bouquet of flowers he’d been holding behind his back. “Surprise?” he offered with a shrug.

“God, you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known.” Emma said it as though she were simply stating that the sky was blue or that the flowers were yellow. But there was a sincerity behind it that made Killian smile. He waited for her to finish paying for the groceries before leading his family to Emma’s car. He’d been walking home from work when he’d made the stop, but he was quite content to join them for the ride the rest of the way.

“Well that’s quite a compliment. As it happens, you’re the sweetest woman I’ve ever known.” He kissed her softly after they’d each buckled in one child and settled into the front seats. “And the most beautiful.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes in a move that both of their children had certainly inherited.

“I’ve been running around with William all day, just picked Hope up from school, and I just now realized that I’m still in the clothes I went for a run in this morning.” She sniffed her underarm, a distinctly not-ladylike move, even for Emma. Killian laughed when she made a face at herself. “I feel a lot of things, but beautiful isn’t one of them.”

“Trust me, love. Beautiful as the day I met you.”

#captain swan #captain swan fanfic #cs fanfic #captain swan fic #cs ff #caitlin writes

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scribeofmorpheus · 6 years ago

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As Fate Would Have It (Part 12)

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky x Spy!Reader

Catch up Here | Masterlist

Words: 3988

Warnings: Fluff and tough spy stuff. (The rhyming, I couldn’t help myself)

A/N: We have THREE (maybe Four) chapters left until we say goodbye to 1940′s Bucky and Hello to ‘Who the Hell is Bucky’ Bucky. This fic series turned out longer than I intended. My goal is to have it concluded before August. Here’s hoping I stick to the Friday’s schedule. Ask to be tagged if you want!

Song: To Build A Home

The next morning snuck up on you like a tentative chameleon slowly inching closer. Sunlight fell upon Bucky's lace lined curtains, drawing intricate patterns of warm amber light on your body. The sound of a bird cooing in a nearby nest forced your eyes open. The feel of Bucky's arms coiled around your frame, while under his thin green sheets, had a more surprising effect on you than you could have imagined. You'd dreamed of being here, in his apartment -in his bed- with him, but you had always tried to force those thoughts from your mind because you thought such simple human desires were not yours to have. And now your heart was fluttering from the simple touch of the man lying beside you, eyes half-hooded in half sleep.

You brought your fingers to trace the curves and slants of Bucky's face and he instinctively leaned into your touch, a small murmur of contentment escaping his lips. You smiled. This was nice. It was beyond nice, it was perfect.

"Morning, Doll." Bucky's arms pulled you closer to his chest before he placed a kiss on your forehead without opening his eyes.

"Good morning." You replied fondly. You nuzzled into his embrace, eliciting a soft chuckle from Bucky -a small smile tugging at his lips.

"This almost feels too good to be true," Bucky said. You looked up at him. This time his eyes were wide open with a faint inkling of sadness in them.

"Almost" You reminded him as you placed sweet kisses from his forehead to his nose to his lips. And then he was kissing you back, tightening his grip around your waist. Was this what euphoria felt like? Was this what it was like to have a dream and see it come to life around you? The thought scared you because more than anything it showed that you too hungered for simplicity and happiness. The scariest part of it all was the fact you had found in in the arms of a man who could never know the truth about you and where you came from… where you'd undoubtedly leave to -despite how much you wanted to stay in his arms forever.

As Bucky shifted his weight on top of you, his kiss growing deeper and hungrier, you're stomach protested with a loud grumble making the both of you still and then laugh into your kiss.

"Breakfast?" He asked with a dashing smile.

You nodded your head enthusiastically, "Famished."

With that, Bucky climbed out of bed, put on some slacks and helped you out of your warm spot in his bed, handing you the shirt you had borrowed the night before.

"How does an omelette sound?"

You snaked your arms around his waist, "Perfect."

***

"Mmmm," you said as you finished your last bite, washing it down with strong black coffee. "If I had known you were this good in the kitchen I would have stayed the night sooner. Much sooner." You winked at Bucky.

He gave you a warm laugh, taking a swig from his own cup, "I'm all about surprises."

"I don't get it... If you've always had these master chef skills, why were you and Steve my main regulars at the diner? Hal's cooking is good, but not this good."

Bucky smirked at you, "You make a girl one meal and suddenly he's a master chef," he joked. After he took his third swig, he rested his arms on the table and leaned in close, as though he were about to spill top secrets.

"The main reason is... I was sort of sweet on this waitress that worked there. Serious face, striking eyes, about your height. In fact, you kind of look like her. She'd always guessed my name wrong. It was adorable." He teased.

You smacked his arm playfully, "Ha ha, Barnes. You're a regular comedian." You rolled your eyes.

He leaned back in his chair, sunlight lightening his usually dark hair, making his eyes seem even brighter as he brought his cup back to his lips, "Too bad she doesn't work there anymore."

You could get used to seeing him like this; all relaxed and happy in is small apartment just large enough for two.

"Speaking of work," you broke through the quiet moment. Bucky seemed more attentive, his posture clenching slightly at your mention of work. "There's something I need to tell you..."

Bucky shifted to make himself look less on edge, Howard must really be a bigger issue to him than he let on. You couldn't blame him. The first and only time he ran into him, Howard and you had been more than professionally polite when he had tried to use his roguish charm on you.

"I have a work dinner."

Bucky seemed to relax again.

"It's with Howard." You finished and Bucky tensed all over again, an unreadable expression on his face. You felt the need to reassure him. "Hey, listen-" you placed your hand on his and he entwined your fingers seamlessly. "It's not a date. It's strictly professional."

"Taking your secretary on a work dinner is professional all of a sudden?" He huffed bitterly.

"Trust me, Buck. Besides, he's too flashy for my tastes," you tried to lighten the mood. It worked, but not entirely.

Bucky sighed, "It's not you I distrust. It doesn't help that you're exactly his type."

"And what's that, not interested?"

He chuckled then, "No, breath-taking. And incredibly too smart for him."

You blushed, feeling butterflies glide about in your stomach.

You squeezed his hand, "Buck, you can trust me. He just needs someone to look pretty on his arm for all those tabloids he loves posing for. There's nothing going on between him and me. Even if we hadn't gotten back together."

Bucky's eyes shot to yours, something warm aglow about them. His look shook you to your core.

"What?" You asked.

"You just said we're back together," he said softly.

You gazed to his open bedroom door and then back at him, "I'd think it was pretty obvious, after last night."

"It's one thing to assume. It's another to hear you say it."

You stood from the chair and walked over to where Bucky sat, wrapping your arms around his chest as your cheeks touched side by side. Buck breathed in your scent. "You know I'm yours. Always."

“He just better keep his hands to himself, is all.”

Out of nowhere, something fast and small crashed into Bucky's window. You stiffened defensively, you muscles readying themselves for a fight. Bucky on the other hand, although alert, was more curious than anything else.

As he walked over to the window, you grabbed onto his arm. "Bucky, wait."

He stopped dead in his tracks, looked to you and then your death grip on his arm with a baffled expression.

"Hey, it's okay. Probably just the kids in the neighbourhood." He said nonchalantly before continuing forward. You followed suit, not at all relaxed as he was.

"Ah, there's the culprit," Bucky said as he bent down to pick up something. He turned to you and tossed the small, harmless baseball your way. Through the window, you could see several short legs running away down the street. "And there they go." He sighed, but it wasn't in disappointment. It shocked you that he wasn't at all upset about his window with the noticeable hole through it.

You felt yourself relax as you began to playfully toss the baseball about.

"Aren't you mad?"

Bucky strode over to you, "Should I be?"

"Bucky, there's a hole in your window. There is actual damage done to your property." You said baffled by his response. He simply shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it more.

"If only you knew the kind of trouble I used to get up to with Steve as a kid," was all he gave in explanation.

Bucky went to the kitchen to grab a broom and you continued to toss the ball around when something caught your eye. The numbers 12061938 were etched into it. If someone else had seen them they would have simply thought it a manufacturing number or just some quirky numbering system, but you weren't just someone. Those numbers had been placed there on purpose. In fact, they weren't random numbers at all, it was the date you graduated from the Red Room. This wasn't just a harmless incident as you had thought. This was a message.

Bucky popped out from your peripheral, kneeling to sweep up the broken glass.

With fury in your eyes and a strain in your voice you said, "I have to go."

Bucky stopped then, something in your voice made him visibly aware of your shift in mood.

"I just remembered, there's someone I was supposed to meet," you said as you scurried to gather your things.

"Is this about work?" Bucky asked.

"Undoubtedly," was all you said as you left his apartment in a flurry.

***

When you arrived at the train boxcar where you had had your last meet, you were not at all astounded to find Yelena sitting in the dark, the only thing alerting you to her presence was the burning end of her cigarette.

"About time, tovarishch."

"Is this a fucking threat?" You tossed the baseball at her with deadly intent.

She grabbed the speeding projectile faultlessly. Her polished red rails raking over the stitched seams. She stood from her seat, leaving her cigarette to dangle between rouge lips, taking a painfully long drag. The fire burning with more vigour at the sudden inhale of air, illuminating her cold eyes. Then she pulled the cigarette out of her mouth and tossed it close to your own, bridging the distance between you as she clomped on top of it with her heel, extinguishing her cigarette with an exhale of smoke.

A cloud of smoke shifted around you, but you didn't flinch. You didn't even blink. Yelena grinned like she had just heard the funniest joke in the universe.

"Trust me, tovarishch. If it was a threat, you wouldn't have the need to ask." Her shoulder brushed passed you as she stepped out of the boxcar and started walking at a lazy pace down the decommissioned rail-line. You followed after her, but not before letting enough space spread between you so as to show her you weren't to be dogged around.

"It was simply a friendly reminder," she continued. "About what's really important. You aren't here to make nice… Well, you aren't here to make nice with him. Bucky is such an unusual name. Americans."

You glared, feeling your stomach knot uncomfortably when Bucky's name escaped Yelena's lips.

Fuck.

"I'm sure they'd find our names equally unusual."

Yelena eyed you, then smiled. "I suppose you're right."

"How much did you bribe those kids?"

"I didn't. I'm not here remember. I'm just a ghost. Watching over her asset."

"Did you tell them?"

Yelena hummed thoughtfully, "They need to know the vital details. Minor slips of judgement on my operative’s part do not cover that distinction."

You let out a breath and closed your eyes in relief for a moment.

"I think it's time we speed up your timeline. Your cover is proving to be a much bigger inconvenience than I'd like. Use everything at your disposal. Just be mindful not to completely tarnish your standing with Hydra while you're at it. HQ is getting impatient with your lack of results."

Anger bubbled to the surface, your eyes narrowing into piercing slits. "My lack of results? I risked my cover and my life to break into a military-guarded compound to steal that sample of super serum!" You said, calmness and composer cast aside.

"Mind your tone! Tovarishch..." Yelena's grip tightened around the baseball. "No matter how you remember that mission, it was not a success. You were sent here to find the exact location of Dr Erskine and secure his research, a sample of his new serum and find out exactly what secret weapon he's been working on with Howard Stark. It wasn't to secure a sample of the defective serum."

You removed your eyes from Yelena's unimpressed expression to the ground. Nodding in compliance like the good little spider you were.

Yelena looked at her watch and then tossed you the baseball. The sound of it slapping against your palm echoing against the metal train cars.

"You should get going. Don't you have a date with the CEO of Stark Tech?"

Yelena continued working, pleased with the fact she got the last word. You were going to leave it there. Return back to your apartment and get on with your mission, but your lips moved with a life all their own.

"I want out."

Yelena froze but didn't turn, "There is no out. This isn't a part-time job, this is our life."

"It's not enough."

"It will have to be," Yelena said in a tone that indicated she was done with the discussion, but again, your lips took on a life of their own.

"What if I strike a trade? If I get you what you want. If I can get everything- the research, Erskine's location and a sample of the serum… will it be enough?"

"And if I say no?" Her tone was curious.

You lifted your head allowing you to stare daggers at Yelena's exposed back, "It's a competitive world out there. Hydra. The Widows. Whatever program the military is working on. We are all vying for the same thing: intel against each other."

That caused Yelena to turn around.

"Are you threatening me, tovarishch?" She laughed. "That would be a commendable feat, if not foolish. You forget, I'm simply a small part of something larger. Even if you followed through with that threat, being a Widow is for life. The only way you truly get out is when you stop breathing."

It wasn't a threat. In fact, as much as you hated Yelena, she had a point. There were always higher-ups, always someone to report to. And yours wasn’t a small operation either.

"Now, we've dallied enough," Yelena waited for you to take your leave. When you did, she spoke after you, "And tovarishch, if you ever speak of such things again, I won’t wait for the order to come in, I'll kill you myself."

Tension permeated the air as you each walked away in opposite directions.

***

"Don't you look ravishing," Howard said as his butler held the car door open for the two of you.

"Why thank you, Mr Stark," you said with fake enthusiasm. You tried to seem enchanted, but it was hard considering your meet with Yelena had left such a sour note on your day. You felt robbed of your happiness, it had started out so promising too.

"Please," he placed a kiss on your knuckles. "Tonight it's Howard." He flashed you a dastardly smile.

You cleared your throat, "For professionalism's sake, let's stick to Mr Stark." You smiled flatly. Howard noticed your energy was not as playful as he'd come to expect from your frequent tete-a-tete's.

The two of you climbed into the car as the butler made his rounds: closing the door and heading for the driver’s seat.

"Is everything okay? You seem… tense." Howard remarked.

"Just… some unfortunate family news," You lied.

"Oh is everything alright?"

"It's yet to be seen."

The rest of the car ride was kept in silence.

Most of the night you had been draped around Howard's arm, playing the role of his eye candy. He'd been sat next to some important people. Investors, decorated military personnel, a senator. You'd pretend not to pay attention to the table when they would speak of business matters. Preferring instead to pull a pout and seem sullen at the lack of attention as you nursed a champagne float.

Unbeknownst to them, you had snuck the listening device Kathrine gave you under your napkin. They were cautious though. If they spoke of anything important, they undoubtedly used code since you couldn't pick out anything worth looking into. The good news was that Hydra probably wouldn't have anything of importance either. When the night was over, Howard -who was more than a little tipsy- became quite the chatty Cathy while his butler drove you home. It was a good thing you disposed of the listening device before you left by pretending to bump into a waiter so he managed to spill a whole bottle of champagne on you and it.

"Aaand that General, with his proud nose and that… pompous peacocking of his many service commendations… Psshh! Why I had him eating out of my hand when I was done. Serves him right for calling me- me, arrogant!" Howard huffed proudly into the bottle of champagne he had swiped.

"You showed him!" You egged him on.

His butler looking at the two of you with a look that would have been that of disappointment had it not been so stern.

"I did!" Howard shouted proudly before taking another swig. He laughed. "H- he thought he could turn me into a joke because of that break in! Hah! The real joke was that anyone thought I'd be foolish enough to keep prized secrets in an office safe!"

You laughed with him, but your eyes were too sober to completely sell the act.

Howard leaned in close, his chin almost touching your breasts as some champagne spilt onto the seat next to him. "Everyyyyy- hic -everyone knowss-" he stopped, giggled and touched your nose. "Hee hee, 'nose'."

You pretended to playfully swat his had aside.

"What does everyone know?" You tried to bring his train of thought back around.

"What? Oh, yes! Secretsss!" Howard cleared his throat.

"Sir," his butler tried to regain his attention.

"" Howard chortled.

"Sir!" His butler spoke again, only this time with more verve.

"What, Jarvis? What is sooo urgent?" Howard complained.

"I believe this is the madam's stop," he informed Howard in a composed manner, his accent full and posh.

"Already?" Howard's pitch turned high. "And we were having such a graaand time!" How moped.

You gathered your things and gave both men as charming a smile as you could, "But just like the Little Cinder-Girl, I must return to the real world. It's been charming."

You didn't wait for Jarvis to open your door, but you did make sure to put on quite the performance as you fake staggered to your apartment.

As you made your way up the stairs to your flat, you kept running Howard's words through your head:

All the best hiding places aren't hiding places at all.

"What does that mean?" You thought allowed as you entered your apartment.

"What does what mean?" Sally asked from behind her gardening magazine. You were surprised she was still up at this hour. She was most probably waiting up for you.

You thought of making up an excuse to curve her question, but you wondered if she'd actually be of help if you kept things vague enough.

"If someone says: the best hiding places aren't hiding places at all, what would you think?" You asked her as you took your heels off.

"Oh, I love mysteries. Hmmm, let me think. Well, my brother used to hide all his spare change in the ceramic piggy bank we all thought was for decoration on momma's display case. When she caught him takin' money out, she hollered at him for keepin' all that cash to himself while we were skint. He just laughed and said he wasn’t' hidin' nothin'. ‘It's not like I stuffed it in my mattress, Ma!’ he said. He hasn't heard the end of it since." Sally smiled fondly at the memory. "Does that help, Hun?"

You frowned, "Maybe."

You made your way to the bedroom, "Goodnight, Sal."

***

You sat in your room, wracking your brain for answers to Stark's little boast. And then finally, it came to you in the oddest of ways. On your desk, under a pile of papers, magazines and makeup was a tabloid magazine with the title: Stark, Genius on the Rise!

You picked up the magazine to look at the photograph chosen for the spread. Howard was leaning against a half-assembled car, the floor littered with tools and the garage door open to showcase his extravagant house and pool where two women lounged on floats. In front of him was a table full of schematics and blueprints. The quote at the bottom written in yellow italic print: "Most men like to keep their home and business lives separate. I'm not most men, I like to bring my work home with me."

"All the best hiding places--" You looked more closely at his garage, and then a smile crept over your face. "Aren't hiding places at all!"

You glanced over at your alarm clock. The hands telling you it was just past midnight. You had enough time to get to Stark's house, riffle through his things and get back before early morning. Maybe your day wasn't such a loss after all.

***

Getting passed Stark's security measures had been much easier than you anticipated. Actually, the whole thing felt like a breeze for someone with million dollar secrets lying about on his desks. Flashbacks of your failed office break-in swarmed to mind, that snarky note Howard left in his safe was undoubtedly a warning to not underestimate his cunning. You had to stay sharp.

Once you gained access to his garage, you switched on your small flashlight and started snooping through the heaps of uncategorised and disorganised files. You had found some prototype sketches of planes, engines and even the odd light switch amongst files labelled Office Memo. There was even the odd letter or two with Scorned Lover! scribbled on with red ink. This might take longer than you thought.

"Howard, you're filing system is complete chaos..." you whispered aloud.

Then suddenly, the lights came on and a man walked in from behind you.

"And here I was thinking we wouldn't get a chance to see each other so soon after this evening," Howard nursed a cup of tea while in nothing but an open dress robe and boxers. "Lose an earring?" He smirked.

Jarvis stormed in after him in his striped pyjamas and nightcap, holding a bat in his hands. When he saw you he relaxed his spine and let out a grave sigh. "I dare say, Mr Stark, if I had been under the employ of anyone else I might find this baffling."

"That bat isn't going to be of much help to you," you calmly warned him.

"Probably not, no. But I assume the bomb triggered with when the motion sensor went off will." Howard smiled. "It's set to do so if someone doesn't enter the alarm code in the door before you come in."

"Isn't that risky for someone who has to remind themselves of which letter is from a scorned letter and which is an office memo?" You asked.

Jarvis rose his eyebrows, "She has a point."

“Yes the system may have some kinks that need sorting, I suppose…” Howard sipped his tea innocently.

"How?" You asked Howard and not in response to his comment about his security system.

Howard held up a device that looked like a radio signal detector.

"Your listening device." Howard inched closer to you. "I wasn't certain. I suspected, but now I know for sure. And I’m even more certain we have you to blame for that break in a few weeks ago. Maybe even the one at the covert military post a few weeks before that."

"Fuck..."

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Howard said as headed towards a liquor cabinet, pouring himself something stronger than tea. He held up the crystal bottle of whiskey at you, you looked away. “Suit yourself.”

“What now?” You asked.

“Now…” He dragged a chair to sit on close to you, “Now, we strike a deal.”

Sidenote: I don’t know how, but I managed to write this entire chapter without anyone calling the reader by her alias! So, there’s that!

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interview-with-a-creator · 7 years ago

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Writer: Amberly

Another week, another interview! I hope everyone has had a wonderful week and plans to have an even better weekend! As always, the interview still accepting responses, so if you haven’t already, take a few minutes to share a bit about yourself.

And now, without further ado, our next creator!

Author/Artist Name *

Amberly

What content do you create? (If more than one applies, please select your main focus) *

Fanfiction

What other content do you create?

Nothing else

Where can fans find your content?

Amberly / @amberlyinviolet

How did you find Gundam Wing?

Toonami

How long have you been writing or drawing/painting in this fandom?

Oh jeez. 17ish? Years? On tumblr since 2012

How long have you been in the fandom? (Not necessarily creating for it)

See above!

What has kept you in the fandom? Or kept you coming back?

The people I meet and the need to write.

Is there a go-to fic or art piece that never gets old? What is it?

Rattlesnakes is my go to, and I read it a couple of times a year.

Please recommend one fan work you believe everyone should see.

Um. Just one? Probably Two out of Three by The Manwell. Definitely an excellent example of story telling.

What piece of advice would you offer your younger self, in terms of creating?

It’s okay if it’s not perfect. Someone will like it.

What programs do you use?

Google docs usually.

Describe your writing method from start (an idea) to finish (posting your work).

Used to be: Have idea. Flail at friends. Talk idea a lot. Write nothing until The Moment. Write to exhaustion. Hand to someone else to edit. Post chapter and forget about it. NOW I try to do the above but I keep my writing more structured. I won’t post something until the whole work is finished, and I’ve started doing loose outlines. I have point A and B and C and while I don’t know HOW they’re getting there, I do get them there! Eventually!

How long have you been writing?

I was born with a pencil in my hand

Do you do research for a fic?

Depends on the fic

If so, how much research?

I once read a thing about Stephen King where he does this thing. He basically does just the bare minimum of research, AFTER he’s written whatever. I find this works best for me, but sometimes I find something I’m really into and then it’s books and books and books.

Do you have a beta reader?

If yes, who is it, and how long have you had one?

I have friends who are kind enough to look over my stuff, and it tends to be more “Hey Who has time?”

How many WIPs do you currently have?

4 - 6

Who is an author or writer who inspires you?

Clara ( @claraxbarton ) is a big reason I got in to 2x3, and she’s always been a huge inspiration, for years. There are things I admire about all of my friends. @kangofu-cb has beautiful characterization of Quatre and she does a great job with dialogue and humor. @chronicwhimsy does one of my favorite depictions of 2x5.

Where do you get your inspiration? What inspires you to write?

Everywhere! Music, picture sets on tumblr, random conversations, memories I have. If I have a Big Feeling, I usually find a way to fic it.

What are some areas you feel you need to improve upon?

Consistently writing. I am. Bad at that. Follow through, as well. A lot of starting projects and then getting bored and moving on.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and description! I write good, well-flushed characters.

Do you have any writing goals for this year?

Finish my shit! Also—I want to start original fiction.

Which work are you most proud of?

All of them. I am most MOST proud of Knife in Hand tho. It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever worked on.

Favorite pizza?

Extra cheese! Or white pizza. Mmmm.

Do you ride roller coasters?

Yes

Pet peeve?

Interruption people when they’re talking. Also—people who want feedback but don’t give feedback. Fandom is reciprocal, y’all.

What do you do to relax?

Hookah and running. And reading. And puppy snuggles.

Name one cool/fun fact about where you live or somewhere nearby (if you don't want to be specific).

So much ocean. So much.

Which of the Seven Deadly Sins best describes you, and why? (Pride, Sloth, Lust, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Wrath)

Pride.

@thisweekingundamwing

#interview #amberly #writer #fanfiction #gundam wing

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plutoniumcybernetic · 7 years ago

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Beyond Death

The sound of boots thumping down against concrete and broken tile, the musty smell of a place abandoned and long forgotten, the settled dust that kicks up with every step... Yeah, it’s been a while. Ever since her lusus brought her to this strange facility located deep underground and highly expansive, Erisal couldn’t ever shake the feeling that there was something incredibly important to find down here... Sure, she found some very interesting things, even her ancestor’s own weapons, but there was always that pull towards something much... More.

This was a new part of the lab that she called her hive, there always seemed to be new parts to explore no matter how much she already found, deeper down and close to the geothermal reactors that keep her place running and heated in such a remote location. So much of the stuff here seems built to last for hundreds of sweeps at the least, or at least the critical bits do. Sadly they didn’t really see elevators high up on that priority list... The scars from that little tumble have healed completely, and after getting her scales? It’s hard to even find a trace of the injuries.

Pushing aside some fallen ventilation shaft, making sure the wires and pipes nearby were still functional, clearing away some random debris from the walls and ceiling, Erisal managed to get a large double door cleared and exposed. She clicked on her flashlight and took a peek through the small windows in the doors themselves, seeing what looked to be some kind of huge computer bank or control center or something, with a couple more doors and tables scattered around... If this was the main computer system she’s been looking for all these sweeps, Eri is about to be one happy dragon!

Quickly getting to work cracking the doors open after the electronic locks sealed things shut however the hell long ago this place was abandoned, Eri pops the doors open in a matter of minutes, a small cloud of dust being kicked up from the movement. Waving it away, Erisal points the flashlight inside as she takes a couple steps in to start looking around, noting the massive banks of monitors and interfaces and setup... This HAD to be an information goldmine, and was sure to get some good prices on the black market if she comes across the right data... First thing’s first of course, getting power back to this place. Most areas had some minor backup power solution in place, usually a small nuclear reactor for vital systems to keep running at low power draw once cut off from the main grid. This place couldn’t be much different.

A couple of the doors were locked tight, more deadbolted than anything, and those are way more hassle to get through than they’re worth most of the time, but one had a simple key lock, and the others led nowhere interesting, just some tables and miscellaneous equipment. It takes less than a minute to pop the lock on that door, leading into a maintenance closet, just what she was looking for! Granted it smelled about as good as you could expect from hundred sweep old cleaning supplies and spare parts all stacked up semi-neatly, but Eri could hold her breath for as long as she needed to find those breakers... Always behind a shelf, annoying and hard to reach... God these scientists had some fucked up priorities about building code. Reaching towards the back of the closet and shoving some boxes out of the way, Eri manages a handhold on the main breaker for the room, yanking and grunting as she tries to pull it down in spite of the awful angle and the sweeps of rust and gunk holding it up... Suddenly there’s a shift, Eri cranking it down in an instant and slamming her own head into the shelves, causing a box of something to hit the ground and scatter!

“Owww...” She says aloud to herself as she hears things turning back on, lights and fans and general computer noises, not to mention the area’s ventilation system. A couple of the ceiling lights just plain don’t work anymore, but the ones that do are bright enough to light the room as much as she needs! She rubs her head and looks down, a bunch of spilled bolts and angle brackets littering the floor, something she is NOT cleaning up today, or probably ever. But with the main computer bank turning on, her attention is all on that now! Quickly she steps over to see the main screen going through the boot-up process, making lots of the normal calls for a mainframe starting up, only taking a few seconds to get through it all... But after the normal ones, things get decidedly stranger, making calls to things implying something to do with a brain, and computer intelligence... Nothing she’s ever even heard of before. A few more clicks, and on the main screen it goes black, with some kind of stylized firefly right in the middle of it... Then, a feminine voice from the speakers all around the room.

[“Aahhhh... Someone’s got some explaining to do.”]

That voice is definitely speaking in east Alternian, which is incredibly strange considering what area of the world Eri’s hive is in, is this a broadcast or something? She replies back, in her native tongue as well.

[”Err, I don’t think I’m the one you’re looking for-”] She’s immediately cut off by the voice again.

[”Wha-, hey who in the hell... Uh.”] The voice stops for a moment, both it and Eri in a sort of stunned silence, before it continues. [”Ah, y-yes! Greetings fellow Sedrah, all glory to the Sedeerian Empire!”]

Eri blinks. [”...The hell are you talking about? Who? Sedsomething?”] She grabs a hold of the table and eyes the doors, ready to run if need be.

[”...Wait a sec, you’re not...?”] The voice just breathes a sigh of relief by the sound of it, and starts... Laughing? [”Ahaha, ohhh okay you’re just a troll mutant or something? Or slave? Either way you’re speaking Alternian, east Alternian too, which is weird for this area!”]

[”Oh, I mean, technically? I’m a troll? I think? I was born a troll and can kinda turn back into that form but... Anyways, who the hell are you and where are you broadcasting from, exactly?”]

[”HAH, broadcast, funny. No no, I’m just here. Everywhere. All around you. I am this lab.”] She says, definitely some malice behind the voice this time around, though nothing happens as Eri was expecting.

[”...Well, uh, sorry for waking you up, ma’am! You can call me Erisal, Erisal Torell if you will-”] Eri is cut off again.

[”WOAH woah back up a second... Torell...”] The voice goes silent for a second, then a few more moments, seeming to be almost... Contemplating something. [”...Open up that jacket. Let me see your symbol. I don’t...”]

Erisal just nods, pulling off her jacket and showing her shirt, symbol emblazoned right up on the front of it, in a bright glowing green. [”I mean, is that fine? Did you know something about me or my ancestor or...”]

[”...Hun.”] The screen flickers for a moment, Erisal’s own symbol, the Torell symbol, bright and green comes proudly displayed. [”Thespian Flamefly, at your service!~”]

Eri doesn’t even realize she’s gripping onto the table so tightly, just standing there, not really believing her eyes and ears and kinda lost in her own head... There’s almost a feeling inside of her that it’s true, this is the Flamefly, while the logical part of her is saying ‘shut the fuck up she’s dead as hell’. Maybe this is some kind of weird personal assistant AI or something?

[”...ellooooo? Erisal, you still with us in the land of the... Liviiiiing...?”] She questions herself, seeming pretty unsure about that last part. [”Oh shit, you’ve got a blog! Geeze that’s cute, don’t mind meeee just looking at your activi-”]

[”HEY HEY HEY, YOU STOP, YOU DON’T NEED TO BE GOING THROUGH THAT.”] She says out loud, pointing at the monitor, actually a little flushed with embarrassment. How was she supposed to know that her computer was gonna be wired up to this place?

[”Oh! You’re back, don’t worry I just made a little post, you looked like you were having a moment. Hey, someone replied!”]

[”STOP, DON’T ANSWER IT, I SWEAR TO GOD.”] ...Yeah, this had to be her ancestor.

[”Fiiine, you’re right, I’m a little more interested in you, anyways! Like, you seem a bit up your own ass to be my descendant...”]

[”Oh hush, you’d be a bit uptight if you were in a weird part of a deep underground lab and some fuckin AI of your ancestor started talking to you and being a little bit vaguely threatening and...”] She takes a moment to catch her breath.

[”Okay, point. But I’m not an AI, actually. I am very much real and a living person who’s cheated death, and my body is...”] She stops for a long moment, a couple of disconcerted sounds coming from the speakers. [”...Mmmm I’m gonna need a new one of those.”]

[”Soooo, you’re alive, but you don’t have a body.”]

[”Yep!”]

[”Brain in a jar?”]

[”Oh you’re familiar with the term? Well, it’s not wrong for the situation...”]

[”Ugh, okay, we have way too much to talk about, catch up on, stuff like that, but...”] Eri stands herself back up, looks up a the monitor with her symbol on it, and has to hold back a tear or two. [”I am so, so glad I found you.”]

[”Hey, I’m glad you found me too hun~ But uh, before we get TOO emotional? Can we work on getting me a new body first? Oh, and by the way?”]

Eri just brushes the tears from her eyes and shakes her head, knowing how silly she must look. [”Right right, I have some Ideas. And shoot.”]

[”You can call me Sengsi. Much less formal~”]

#plot bs #((hey i did a writing thing))#((1600 words hope it's not too hard to read))

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pastel-popplio · 8 years ago

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1, 4, 19 and 4 for those oc asks!!

You put 4 twice so i just went ahead and did 44 lmao

1. Your first OC ever? Ohhh boy, if we're talking very first character ( bc i didn't know the term then ) , I made up this little dog when I was 3 years old, her name was Puppy. She was a tiny pure white maltese/poodle mix, and I never drew her surprisingly but I pretended to be her whenever my sister and I played pretend if it had to do with animals or I'd toss her into our games with a random toy to act as the body since I didn't have any white dog plushies. Even back then I was a total angsty fuck when it came to backstories because she was always either abused by her owners or abandoned and living half-starved as a stray ( often in the cold rain ) and she'd be super grateful to anyone who helped her/taught her the ways of the streets. She was very playful and sweet but quick to cry when someone was mean to her and I loved her so much dude oh man, I don't think I completely stopped using her ( in the rare times I still played with my lil sister ) until around 5th grade maybe?

I'm super tempted to try and draw her now not gonna lie, in my head she basically looked like the lil maltese in the DOGZ gba game mixed with disney lady and the tramp style lmao

4. An OC you rarely talk about? I'll go with my ( very self-indulgent ) oc Xarrnacc ( pronounced Zar-nack ) . I made her up like a day after I started binging the Ju/stice Leag/ue animated series on netflix a couple years back lmao. Here is the link to her ref pics ( don't bother reading the info bc it's either old or stated below lmao )

http://pastel-popplio.tumblr.com/post/145593516169/oh-btw-guys-here-is-another-dc-oc-of-mine-but-she

http://scourgefeather.deviantart.com/art/Xarrnacc-bust-doodle-614140861

GET READY FOR AN INFO DUMP BC I NEVER GET TO TALK ABOUT OR DRAW HER BUT I THOUGHT ABOUT HER SO MUCH WHEN I MADE HER MMMM

She's a horribly shy alien babe who's a scientific genius ( especially with physics and chemistry ) and also studies Ice Magic. She worked as an engineer for the highest members of her planet in the capital city ( a lot of the planet is still entirely natural resources bc they care more about their ecosystem than we do, so the other scattered inhabited areas make up a small enough portion that they only need the one really big city for the government/royals to rule everyone else from ) , but was eventually framed by a few jealous coworkers. The Mistress ( her planet's ruler who's basically a mix of President and Queen ) had no choice but to ( reluctantly ) exile her from the planet for the severe crime/rule infraction.

She was sent to Earth to die in the arctic ( since not only was it rumored to be inhospitable, but her planet didn't know Earth had really moved past the ice age since it's so far away. They pretty much spun a wheel of dangerous planet names and launched her there ) , but ended up meeting an old man in the cold barren area who was charged with the noble duty of protecting a hidden library of old spellbooks. She befriended him and lived/with worked under him as a fellow magic user until he was killed while on a trip. She didn't know of his death until a couple days after he'd left, when a few members of the League tracked down the library while investigating an unrelated magic incident and she attacked them ( in an attempt to defend the books from strange intruders ) . Once they managed to convince her they weren't thieves and explained they'd found his murdered body in the snow a half-hour's trek from the library, she ended up joining them on what was supposed to be a one time mission to assist with the magic part.

She was inducted into the League permanently after that and wanted to learn more about Earth, so she started living in the space station headquarters with Mart/ian Man/hunter, who sometimes helps teach her written english ( she learned the verbal language earlier when the old man dug up a spellbook that allowed the two of them to communicate by swapping memories ) . She's pretty close to The Fla/sh since he's the friendliest, and he usually is the one who forces her out of space hiding to experience the magic of actual society, fast food diners, and hitting on the ladies ( the latter of which has her a nervous wreck plz stop dragging her on spontaneous blind double dates ) . She admires WW a lot for her confidence and physical fighting skills, and sometimes they have talks or training sessions together. She lowkey has a crush on Haw/kgirl but she's taken and also intimidating af so Xarrnacc knows she's kinda screwed there oops. Super/man is okay but usually too busy being a leader with a double life to interact with her outside of missions, she's terrified of ol' Bats he's very intimidating. Doesn't really feel one way or the other about Gr/een Lante/rn, she doesn't talk to him much so they don't know each other really.

She adores books and can sometimes spend hours in big libraries if she has another league member to accompany her and help translate. She's not huge on public parks, if only because she had a very bad experience once when The F/lash took her and she mistook a squirrel as acceptable food and thought hunting was allowed and tried to eat one in front of a screaming child.

Fun fact: her species is deathly allergic to chocolate, something she found out the hard way after The Flas/h offered her a bite of his Hershey bar and had her in the League ER for like 2 weeks RIP

I have more but this is long enough jfc

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you ( and explain why ) . This boi Darren right here means a ton to me!

https://toyhou.se/606692.darren

Not only is he a pretty personal character bc of certain personality aspects ( hello shyness/social anxiety venting lmao ) or the fact that he was one of my main sort of daydreaming ocs ( aka a character that I would shove into different show universes and think about how he'd interact with everyone when I was bored ) before I finally found him his home, but he was the very first rp character I ever made! Joining the group he was in ( when I was a smol ms paint artist ) helped me learn a ton about everything from rping itself to cat anatomy to writing to character development and all kinds of stuff inbetween, and I made so many friends because of it, even one of my best, who is actually the founder of the group! I never would be near where I am today without that group, or this adorable character that I loved to bits and motivated me to draw him 24/7 lmao.

Plus he has cool lightning powers and a pet puffin, and the silver tabby w/blue eyes is my favourite cat design ever probably

44. Something you like about your ocs in general? The amount of detail I give them, be it personality, backstory or just little goofy facts! I've gotten a lot of compliments on the depth of my chars before, and I really do try to make them all unique from each other!Thank you so much for asking these bby! 💜

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FIRST TIMES; regine&hayden.

Tagging: Regine & Hayden Hudson @hayden-hudson Location: Hudmel Home. Summary: The first time they hooked up. Triggers: Incest

Hayden had been out like every night, simply chilling in the park with her up to no good friends. It was basically an everyday thing, just needing a place away from everything. Whilst it was still around, she liked the fact that the people there knew nothing but her name and the fact she liked to get high. They didn't judge her or assume anything, hell they barely even noticed her. Hayden made her way home as always, running her shaky hands through hair and looking around. It was dark, but she found comfort in it. If she hadn't been high, she'd probably be paranoid and worry about all the things her mother warned her about. However she was and life seemed good, simply focused on moving forward. The cold air cleared her up, made her more aware of herself and the fact that she was actually moving her legs to make it home. Seeing the light inside, she figured they had just gotten done eating or something. Surely enough she walked in on her mom doing the dishes, telling her it was oh so nice she'd make it to family night. Hayden merely mumbled something her way, sure her mother couldn't even figure it out. Going up to the girls room, she barely noticed her sister as she walked over and fell onto her bed. She wasn't riding on anything anymore, she merely felt the nice after effect of calmness. Taking a deep breath, Hayden was about to reach for her ipod, but then she caught a glimpse of someone which made her jump. "fuck sake, Alex. Don't sneak up on me" she told her, furrowing her brows at her sister as if she wasn't the jumbled mess.

Regine had spent dinner getting angry looks from her mother and stepfather every time she opened her mouth and was going to tell something. Of course, she went way too far and was grounded by them, which was a good pay off in exchange of what she did. The brunette was supposed to go out, this rare night she wasn't babysitting some little cuties who she made cuddle in bed with her. At least she was there. Hayden definitely missed another family night and more than likely was out doing nothing. She was in her bedroom now, wondering if she would get in more trouble if she went down in just her bra and panties. She heard her sister enter the room and she moved to grab a flannel when she saw her twin jump. "Shut up. I can't help that you didn't notice me in the corner. Even though I'm clearly super fucking hot." She teased, before dropping on the bed next to her.

Hayden couldn't help but noticed that Regine was wearing little to nothing, her brow cocking at her words before rolling her eyes and falling onto her back. "We share genes, so I won't deny that" she excused, pulling on her shoulder. "though you unfairly grabbed all the assets, clearly." The hint of a scoff left her, putting one ear bud in as the music started. Hayden lived with her ipod in her hand when at home, shutting everyone out when there got too crowded in their room. Narrowing her eyes at the ceiling, she turned to her sister "Aren't you supposed to go somewhere?" she asked, actually having paid attention the former night when everyone talked about their weekend plans.

Regine laughed at her fraternal twin sister as she rolled her eyes. "We do and it's absolutely true. Is that why you're so fond of grabbing my boobs? To make up for the lack of yours?" She teased as the other scoffed. Hayden actually had a nice body, but Regine definitely got the ass and boobs, both of which she featured as much as she possible could. She laid down next to her twin, crossing her legs over Hayden's. She slipped the free bud into her air, not caring too much for Hayden's music but wanting to listen. "I had a date, I got grounded. Mother and Burt thought my stories at dinner was 'grossly inappropriate'." She said, using finger quotes as she leaned into the girl. "How come you're home?"

Hayden looked down at the teasing, not really sure how to respond. It worked well to hide the blush too, shaking her head. "Stop teasing me about that, it was an accident" The girl lied, watching her twin come over and scooting in to make room for her. Out of habit, she let her hands rest on Regine's bare legs, drawing random patterns on her smooth skin. A small smirk tugged on her lips, not able to hide her satisfaction. It was kind of funny when her sister didn't get her way, Alex usually sneaky enough to find her way out. "I've heard your stories, they're inappropriate!" She told her, looking up into her blue eyes with a certain nod as she backed their parents up. "I got cold" Hayden shared, putting her ice cold palm down on her sister's warm leg. "And I missed my bed" It was a nice sentiment that Regine took her music in her ear as well, feeling like she slipped into her world for a bit.

Regine had been having some strange thoughts about her sister lately and just how good each grab had felt and how much she liked the lingering touches they shared. She might have came to the thought of her sister touching her move, but she was trying to let go of such taboo things. She drug her fingers over her sister's arms, trying not to think anything more of the little patterns on her skin. "Accident huh? Your fingers sure seemed to linger for an accident, Hayden. You sure you don't wanna feel me up?" She teased, but part of her was getting excited. "They're gorgeous stories that makes everyone feel better because I'm starring in them." She pouted, looking into the girl's eyes as she took their side. "I'm hurt." She teased. Regine squirmed when she felt the ice cold palm of Hayden's hand. "As fuck. This is what you get for staying outside for hours with your trashy friends."

Hayden knew it wasn't right to have shared all those touches, but she'd been curious and Regine always seemed to be right there all the time. Pressing her lips together, she did her best not to react to the gentle touch. Instead her sister simply made her blush even more, Hayden glad it never showed on her as she rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness. Though Regine was right, but she also remembered what came after. Her sister feeling her too, excusing it as payback. "Just because you wanna touch me again" A scoff leaving her, as if she wasn't totally into the idea of it. Raising her brow, Hayden turned to her twin as she of course came with her narcissism regarding her stories. "I'm just glad I'm not there to hear them" The girl laughed, poking fun of her. Regine could take it, she was way tough. ".. Are you calling me trash?" Hayden shot back, cocking her brow at her younger sister questioningly.

Regine knew that she was making part of this up in her head, the way they were touching was innocent, neither of them meant anything more than teasing and trying to piss the other off. Her trying to finger her sister's nipple was still innocent, she just wanted to give her a titty twister The brunette's hands even now were just being sisterly, her fingers moving over the shoulders of her twin and cautiously down to her collar bone. "Oh, trust me, feeling you up is definitely on the top of my list." She tried to make sure it was very sarcastic in tone. Regine shook her head. "You're missing out. Come on, you don't want to hear all the times I've made someone go down on me?" She teased, laughing. "A little bit." She said, leaning forward to kiss her big sister's cheek. "It's okay, better than being too polished and posh."

Hayden chewed her lower lip softly, trying to focus more on the music in her ear than the touch of her sister. At the sarcastic confession, she narrowed her eyes on her, but didn't say a thing. What was she supposed to say to that? thanks? no.. it would be weird and Hayden didn't want that, she was already weird. It wasn't rare for her to grow silent, so she was sure her sister wouldn't expect anything. "I don't wanna hear about that, just like you don't wanna hear what I go around and do" Hayden argued back, a playful grin tugging onto her features. She smiled at the kiss, nudging Regine as she rolled her eyes. "You're too much. I'm glad you like your trash of a twin though, I knew you wouldn't judge me.. at least not to hard"

Regine was used to her sister being quiet and she normally filled it, because she was a talker. Silence didn't give her solace like it seemed to do Hayden. She moved her fingers down move, touching the tops of her sister's breast through her shirt, raising an eyebrow at her for a moment. She just smirked for a moment. "Mmmm, but I might love it. You don't know me." She teased, snuggling even closer, wiggling against her sister. Was it on purpose, was it because she wanted to touch more or was she being annoying? Who knew. "Thank you very much. I do, who else can cause as much trouble as I do? No, I don't judge you, weed makes me even more paranoid so I can't indulge, but it's not too bad."

Hayden licked over her lips when her sister teased her, the way she moved in close, her hands hovering right there. Either she was being an asshole, or she actually did want to touch her. Swallowing hard, the older girl moved in closer, stroking her hand up her leg till she held her waist. Part of her wanted to laugh when Regine only mentioned weed, but she knew better than to do so. The less she knew, the better. Hayden let her hazel eyes run over her sister, taking in every curve slowly. "I swear, you wouldn't want to hear about the trashy old fucks I let get with me" she chuckled, though she was serious. Hayden didn't have any money for the most part, so she got her stuff the only way a pretty girl like her could. Luckily she did have friends too who liked to share, but every once in awhile she wasn't below that.

Regine didn't hear any resisting from Hayden and it made her grow so bold. Laying her hand against the girl's breast, she pretended not to notice where her palm was as she felt her hand moving to her waist and she was going to blame her raging hormones for the feeling of wetness growing. She would be so embarrassed if her sister could feel anything. She should probably get up and go downstairs, yet she wasn't moving. Not at all as her hands cupped the other's breast. She still had a good handful and with her height, it was even better. "I think I would, but I'm highly inappropriate with such." She wondered if her sister ever had been with a girl, or was it just guys. "Have you ever been fucked by a girl, sister of mine?"

Hayden wasn't sure what to say or do when Regine's hands were on her breasts, her heart racing in her chest. For a moment she wondered if she could feel it, because surely it was pounding. However it excited her, it wasn't a bad feeling at all. Which only scared her more, not sure if her sister was just messing around. Hayden wasn't sure what got to her, but she leaned in close, her lips almost brushing against her sister's ear. "They take me beneath the bridge, fucks me hard and good right out there in the open for everyone to see." Smirking, she pulled back and giggled, shocked by herself. Hayden looked at Regine, shaking her head and then nodding some, before wrapping it up in a shrug. "I mean yea, but.. I don't remember much... Have you?"

Regine felt her hand squeezing the breast of her sister, a small sigh escaping from between her lips as she did so. She needed to stop, this was dangerous and she couldn't fuck her sister, even though she wanted to badly. Her hand moved down, pushing under the shirt of her sister and finding her breast again. No, this was dumb, she was just seeing how far she could push until Hayden was wrestling her and Burt was coming to pull them apart again. But her lip was so close to touching her skin and the words she whispered into her ear was such a fucking turn on to the teenager. "That's actually really fucking hot. You know the thought of your panties being pushed down and anyone could see you getting fucked like that." She didn't know if she meant your as a hypothetical or as Hayden. Her keen ice blue eyes were intense on Hayden as she pulled back. "Shame you don't remember. Oh definitely. I prefer girls most of the time, but a nice hard cock is gorgeous and I never pass on those. But girls..." She squeezed her breast again. "Just feel different."

Hayden knew she shouldn't enjoy this, that she should push her sister away. After all, you never knew when it came to Alex. Her sister was a riddle, hard to read and get. Somehow Hayden kept finding herself trying, but so far she hadn't had much luck. Her hands wrapped in the flannel when her sister spoke, the idea of her sister seeing her like that got to her. Swallowing hard at the second squeeze, Hayden let her hands go beneath her shirt as well, stroking up her abdomen and cupping her large breasts. She was quiet, her moves slow and unsure. By some miracle, she managed to look up. "How different?" she asked, not sure what Regine meant. Did she mean how soft they were, because so far her sister had been real gentle and it was so different from anything she'd tried before, or well from what she remembered anyways.

Regine was getting so excited just touching her sister. Their family was downstairs while she was touching her twin and the girl hadn't pushed her away and it was too much for the future domme. She didn't look at her twin as she slipped her finger under her bra and bite into her lip. She knew this was wrong but then Hayden was touching her, her stomach then her breast. They both were moving into unfamiliar territory and she couldn't help how much she wanted it. She wanted more with her twin and God, she was going to hell for it. "Well," Began the genius, thumb swiping over her nipple. "Their breasts and nipples are so soft and pretty. The noises they make, their lips." She said, her eyes moving onto her sister's. "Girls are so soft and almost fragile and you have to treat them like that, just until you're fucking them, then you have to fuck them much rougher but their back arches and they moan your name."

Hayden couldn't believe they were doing this, that shew as letting this go on. It felt too good though, she didn't want it to stop. A soft gasp left her when her sister thumb ran over her nipples, making them hard. It was a simple reaction, right? totally beyond her control, it didn't mean anything. Regine kept talking, her words getting more and more to her. Hayden could feel the tingling between her legs, eyes growing dark and her breathing picking up ever so slightly at the thought of everything she was saying. "You-.. " She spoke, but trailed off. The older girl took a moment before pushing her sister's shirt up, revealing her bra again. Hayden wasn't really thinking, simply leaning in and pressing her lips to her chest with a sweet kiss. "You don't seem fragile.." she teased, giggling softly as she pulled back.

Regine wondered if this was something that other sisters did, was her thumb moving over the pebbling nipple. She was so pretty right now, her mouth gasping when she touched her nipples, both of her hands feeling her sister up right now. She wondered to see if the girl was growing as wet as she was, from these simple words. She watched Hayden closely, seeing those hazel eyes darken as their hands explored each other. "I told you, it's a shame you don't remember." Hayden was revealing her bra again and then those lips were so soft and sweat against her chest. That broke Regine. She shrugged as she moved her from the girl's lovely breast, cupping her sister's cheeks. "I'm not, but I'm also usually the top." She teased, looking over her sister's face for a moment before drawing her close, a sweet kiss turning into something much more passionate rather quickly.

Hayden had no idea what was going on with them, but in her mind she pushed it away and tried not to think too much, if at all. Confusion rose in her when Regine suddenly pulled her hands away, cupping her cheeks. "doesn't surprise me.." she admitted, nervous all of a sudden as she her hands stroke down around her and held her close. Then it happened, their lips pressed together, the kiss slowly deepening. That was till Hayden freaked, pushing her sister back and looking at her with big worrisome eyes. Did she really mean this, what the hell, they were twins they couldn't do this. all sorts of thoughts flew through her mind, but when she realized her sister was serious, her brows furrowed in a soft question. No words, no nothing. Instead she simply reached up and cupped her cheek before bringing her back into the kiss. Hayden melting against those ever so soft lips, surprised how sweet such tortures lips could taste. A small moan falling from her, their tongues meeting.

Regine was never really this soft with anyone. Even other girls, there was still this sense of getting them on their knees for her and her own orgasm. But this was different and she was taking her time kissing her sister. She needed to memorize this, knowing that it was one of the worst things she could be doing right now. The kiss deepening was all she needed, because it meant Hayden wanted her too. So when she pushed her away, Regine was blushing, ready to slap her sister or anything if she made it a big deal. She didn't want to be embarrassed and her cheeks were flushed as they looked at each other. Then after too many moments, Hayden was kissing her again, making the younger twin moan softly against them as she grabbed the waist of her twin, pressing as close as she could as their tongues swirled around each other's mouth. Regine was taking control of the kiss, kissing her sister passionately as she gripped her waist then pulled away for a moment. "I want you so badly, Hayden." She admitted, the raw honesty making her feel weird but she just kissed her sister again.

Hayden loved how Regine was dominating and yet so gentle with her, it was like nothing she had tried before. Not questioning it too much, she instead just got lost in that feeling her sister provided her. Those rushes that seemed to run through her, making her tingle places she definitely shouldn't be. Her lips felt like heaven, that was the best way to describe it. Hearing her sister admit to wanting her, her chest felt as if it lightened, almost as if she could fly. Hayden kissed her back, her fingers gently running through her hair as she pushed her back ever so slight. Her forehead was pressed against Alex's, looking down as she blushed heavily. ".. I- I want you too, Alex" She whispered, blinking up at her. It was scary to admit, but not as much as it probably had been for her twin to go first.

Regine never put herself into this position. She was never honest and vulnerable with anyone. She hated the way it felt, but in that moment, she wanted her sister to know how much she was longing for this and this moment. She needed her, she needed to be with her right now. She didn't mind when they kissed afterwards, not even needed Hayden to say anything but when she moved back, their foreheads pressed together and their breathing heavy, seeing that gorgeous flush on her cheeks. She smiled at her, running her hands down her back and under her shirt. She wanted to make a joke of it, but she didn't. She just smiled at her sister, her fingers undoing her bra. "Good girl." She said, hearing her whisper and the words simply coming. "I want you out of these clothes now."

Hayden was more than a little surprised at how those words made her feel, good girl.. yeah she liked that. Feeling her bra being undone, she made a swift move and pulled her shirt as well as the bra over her head. Her sister had seen her naked before, but this was so much different. Swallowing hard, her eyes shifted to the door as she reached down and undid her jeans. There really couldn't be anyone walking in right now. Once she'd kicked them off her long legs, she grabbed the covers by the foot of the bed and pulled it over them " .. this is crazy" she whispered quietly, taking off Regine's shirt and leaning into her for a small kiss before tracing her hands up her waist.

Regine didn't care if someone did walk in. She welcomed them to try and stop her, because all she wanted was her sister at the moment. She watched as she got naked, this time it was a sexual interest rather than her sister being naked. This time her mouth was watering at the sight. She was so glad to see her like this but then the covers was over them and Regine whined softly, lifting her arms for the girl to get rid of her shirt. "A little bit but I'm not complaining." She told her, her teeth catching the older girl's bottom lip as her hands squeezing the smaller breasts, fingers working her nipples. "On your back, let me show you what I was talking about."

Hayden felt her nerves act up, but they were quick to fade when she heard her sisters whine for her. It was weird, being wanted in general. Usually it wasn't like this for Hayden, in a bed or with somebody she cared about. Licking over her lips, she looked at her sister's form. How was she even so gorgeous, it wasn't fair! Moaning softly at the teeth on her lip, Hayden teasingly pulled back and then captured her bottom lip instead, suckling it ever so softly before complying and laying back onto the bed. "You-... mm, yes" she agreed, knowing fully well how wrong this all was. ".. You're gorgeous, Alex" she whispered, kissing her softly and running her hands through the brown locks.

Regine was too into this. She wondered if this was too much, the way she wanted the girl was scary. It wasn't like with her other hookups, the ones she got with and then discarded. She wanted Hayden, again. Her fingers bringing her to an orgasm at night with their sisters sleeping inches away. Taking her in the back of her car with her strap on. Fuck taking her under a bridge, she could see so many gorgeous images with her sister coming for her. She moaned as she felt her sucking so unfairly on her lip. She moved so she was on top of her twin, her hips pressing down against her stomach, letting her feel how wet she was as she got rid of her bra, leaving her in just her panties. "Oh, I know. But you're even better looking." She admitted, the brunette leaned down. She didn't know how much time they had, but she took her time. Her mouth licked and kissed over her neck, sucking a mark to define the other as hers. She gathered her hands, pinning them above her head. "They stay for me." She told her, her mouth moving to taste and tease those nipples she had been touching.

Hayden honestly had no idea what this would lead to, but whatever it was it couldn't make their relationship worse. After all, Hayden was never around and when she was she never said much. Thinking about them, she for some reason felt at ease, like it wouldn't be a problem. Regine wouldn't hurt her, no matter how angry she might get. After all Hayden had tested that limit many times as kids, the two having fought a lot. Feeling those dominating hips on her, Hayden gulped and took notice of the hear radiating from between her twin's legs. Did she really have that effect on her? the older sister finding herself smirking, looking up as Regine let her boobs out of their cage. "no." She argued with her sister, definitely finding her to be the better looking one. When she was about to reach up however, her hands was taken into a hold and pinned down above her head. It made her breath hitch, feeling so little.. she didn't even fight it, simply tilting her head to let her mark her up even more so. "I-" nodding, she agreed, licking over her lips when she felt her sister's wrap around her nipple "Oh fuck.." she breathed, looking down, not thinking as her hands moved with her eyes and stroke those brown locks back.

Regine didn't take the time to think beyond the immediate pleasures that she wanted. Would this change things, would she wake up and know how wrong this was? She didn't care right now as she felt friction exactly where she needed it as she ground into her soft tummy before bending over to taste her skin. She ran her tongue over the nipples of her sister before she felt her hands moving over her hair and even though it felt good, she had said something and she meant it. Biting into her nipple, she lifted up and pinned her hands back up, pressing down firmly. "What did I say, Hayden?"

Hayden pouted when her hands was pinned down yet again, sighing softly. "they stay.." she repeated, though smirked as she leaned in for a quick peck. "sorry." whispering, as she laid back down and looked at her. Feeling her sisters core on her, it was so thought provoking. Hayden wanting to roll them over and help her out, eat out her sister. God, what the hell was she thinking. Arching her back slightly, Hayden pursed her lips. "Please... don't stop, please" she begged, not wanting it too, she was so needy for her now.

Regine smirked at her sister. "That's right, they stay." She told her, even though she couldn't resist a smile when she kissed her. She was so cute and Regine loved it. "All is forgiven, but if they move again, I won't be so nice. I know I said treating girls as if they're fragile, but there is a time for rough." She teased, still grinding against her sister, the friction such a relief. She heard Hayden begging and she smiled, bending down to kiss a trail down her stomach. "Don't stop, huh?" She teased, wiggling down until she was able to see her sister's wetness. "Gorgeous." She teased, leaning forward to place soft kisses against her lower lips.

Hayden wasn't sure why, but her sister's words really got to her. They were so hot, the thought of her getting rough was actually something she wanted, needed even. Watching her kiss her way down her stomach, Hayden nodded with a couple soft breaths leaving her. God, now they had really done it, there was no turning back, she thought as she had her twin's lips where they shouldn't be allowed. "Oh god.. Alex" The older girl moaned ever so quietly, remembering that they weren't alone in the house at all. What the hell were they even doing, they could be walked in on at any minute.

Regine wished she could have heard her moaning loudly for her. She wanted to be able to hear her and wanted to be able to draw the them out even more. She could taste her sister, how good she tasted against her lips and how wet the older girl was for her too. She groaned softly, her fingers spreading her sister's lips open. If Hayden had asked her to stop, she wouldn't have been able to do so. She felt like an absolute addict right now and she licked down the girl's wet slit, moaning against her flesh before sucking on her clit.

Hayden thought to herself that it had to be a dream, nobodies mouth could feel that good. Her lips were so soft like pillows, her tongue so hot and wet against her. It was amazing, Hayden couldn't deny that, her soft pants and moans giving her away. Almost moving her hands, she whined quietly and rolled her hips, not able to help herself. Her body just reacting to the touches from her sister, because god was she magical. "that feels so good" Hayden husked, biting her lip to keep quiet.

Regine was taking her time right now, she needed to taste her sister's wet pussy more than she needed to breathe. Running her fingers up the girl's side's, until she was was touching her breasts again, much rougher than she did before, a direct contrast to how soft she was keeping her kisses and sucking against her clit. She pulled away just for a moment, adding teasing kitten like licks to the girl's clit, knowing that she didn't have as much time as she did with a fellow Spirit Squad member, but still needing to hear her sister begging her to come.

Hayden 's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her sister ate her out oh so well, making her totally forget where she was. The rough touch only barely bringing her back, humming quietly Regine pulled back. Her eyes slowly finding her's, so needy for the real touch and feel of her. "Alex.." she whimpered, her hips bucking up against her mouth. A frustrated breath leaving her as she threw her head back, tugging on the fabric of her pillow. "Fuck me, please.. I- please, need you so fucking bad" she breathed, licking over her lips.

Regine pinched her sister's nipples with a smile on her lips for a second as she kept teasing the girl with her mouth, letting herself enjoy the moment, not even caring if someone came in and saw her under the covers and her tongue going to work. She heard those musical words and her fingers reluctantly let go of those nipples she had been toying with teasingly. Wrapping her lips around the girl's clit, she sucked on it, just as if she going down on a boy, her tongue focused on the hot button of the girl while she shoved three fingers inside of her, beginning to fuck her roughly

Hayden felt so good, her sister working her as if she already knew her body inside out. It was crazy. Nobody ever paid her this much attention, it was always about them. Her back arched off the bed when she finally let her have what she wanted, moaning at those lips sucking on her. "F-ffuck" gasping, Hayden let her hands run down the pillow slightly. God how she wanted to pull on the girl's hair. Those fingers felt so good, her hips moving down against them to get more. "I- I'm so close" She told her, moans spilling from her as if there was no day tomorrow. If anybody was even near the door, they'd hear her, that much was certain.

Regine loved going down on people, but responsive big sister was making her feel even better and she loved it, feeling her wetness and she wanted to finish her right then and there, loving how her sister was saying she was close and those moans, fucking God. The way she was moaning had Regine on edge. She was torn, she wanted to feel their pussies pressed together while they came, because it wouldn't take much at all for the younger brunette. But she also needed to feel her squeezing around her fingers. Options. She looked up, catching her sister's eyes before she moved off her clit for a moment. "Come for me, baby."

Hayden didn't even think, only hearing her sister's words. Come. That was exactly what she did, her hand falling right down and into her hair, tugging whilst she convulsed around her fingers. The waves of pleasure rushing through her like a storm, her sister's name leaving her lips along with some incoherent curses, muffling herself with her other hand. Riding it out, her legs slowly calmed and her hold in her hair grew weak. The brunette panting, blinking down at those blue eyes. "shit." she panted, shocked by how amazing that had felt.

Regine felt her hand in her hair and she couldn't even be as mad as she wanted to be, her own moan escaping as she tugged on it. She had a weakness for people tugging at her hair. She would take a moment to address that later, but now she was helping her big sister, bringing her to orgasm and loving every moment as s she fucked her hard, drawing it out for as long as she could do so. Finally her legs stopped quivering and her hands relaxed and she got to watch her come undone, loving it. She sat up and saw how she looked. "I know." She teased her, grabbing her hands and clicking her tone. "One of us is a very naughty girl." She wondered if what she wanted to do, she could. Turning around, her ass now in her sister's face, she spread her legs, bringing a firm slap to her pussy. "What did I say about your hands, baby?"

Hayden swallowed hard as her sister's tone changed, looking at her. the girl's brows furrowing when she turned, jaw dropping ever so slightly at the sight of her sisters ass in her face. Jolting at the slap, she hadn't expected it. "I-" she started, but got lost in the sight in front of her for a moment. ".. they had to stay..." she whispered, before excusing. "I couldn't help it, I needed to feel you.. You're- it's impossible to resist you" her voice a whisper as she leaned up and kissed her pussy outside her panties.

Regine had planned a few slaps against her sister's pussy, a small punishment for not listening to her. It wasn't something the smaller brunette had ever done in her life, but she felt it was necessary. After she told her what she had said, she landed another firm slap, not in a way to necessarily hurt her, but enough of a sting to be a reminder as she heard her making excuses but then her lips were where Regine needed them the most and brunette's hips were pushing back, a small moan escaping. "Fuck, Hay." She said, wiggling down closer to her face.

Hayden hiss at the slap, her legs kicking slightly. It didn't hurt per se, actually it made her kind of wet. Seeing her sister's reaction to her kiss, Hayden smirked and reached up. Her fingers curled into the hem of her panties and tugged them down before repeating the action, tasting her sister for the first time. "You taste good" she whispered, running her tongue through her folds and moaning. Pulling Regine down onto her face, she gently suckled on her clit as her hands stroke her thighs and she hummed.

Regine heard the hiss and saw how her legs were kicking and she added another one, this time rubbing her fingers against the girls clit. She wanted to rip those panties off, but she was glad that Hayden got them down enough and her lips were against her wet pussy. She didn't think she had ever gotten this before for anyone and that sent a jolt down her spine. Hearing her say she tasted good made the future domme moan, but not nearly as loudly as when she was pulled onto Hayden's face. She had to cover her mouth as she squirmed on top of the taller brunette, another moan slipping at how soft she was eating her out. "Hayden." She cried out softly.

Hayden moaned at the attention to her pussy, her hot breath against Alex. She loved the sounds slipping from her sister, wanting nothing but to please her. Her arms wrapped carefully around her thighs, holding her down whilst her tongue and lips worked wonders. Hayden was sure she could stay there forever, loving the taste of her. However she knew that she couldn't, that they might not even have a minute longer. Hurrying slightly, she flicked her tongue across her clit in a fast and repeatedly motion before sucking on the holy bundle of nerves, paying attention to her like never before. She couldn't believe they hadn't done this earlier, cuz fuck.. it was amazing.

Regine felt weak as her sister at e her out. She couldn't believe her sister didn't remember having sex with a girl before because she was eating her pussy like a fucking professional. She tried to not aggressively hump her sister's face but when she sucked on her clit, she couldn't help the way her hips kept moving, feeling herself getting so close to an orgasm. She was already on feeling like she was on edge and she tried to muffle her noises as she felt herself losing control. Her hands were on the girl's breast as she rode her face to completion.

Hayden went with what felt right, what got the best reaction out of her sister. She could practically feel her pussy pulsing on her face, humming softly as her sister rode against her mouth. She could tell that she was close and whilst she didn't want them to get caught, she also didn't want it to end. Forcing herself to push her sister over the edge, Hayden smirked against her convulsing pussy as she pushed her further. She wanted the younger girl to shake like she had, riding out the orgasm with her and making sure she got every ounce of pleasure out of it.

Regine could feel her sister's mouth working her over still after she started coming, drawing it out and the smaller brunette felt herself laying on top of her twin as her body refused to stay upright and she started shaking, moving her body with abandon and she felt like she might come again just from her sister's mouth drawing her first orgasm out the way she was.

Hayden 'smirked against those pussy lips, pulling her in close and keeping up the work even as Alex had come. She could push her over the edge again, impress her more than all those other people. Grabbing a handful of her ass, licking and sucking at her most sensitive place. Listening to her sister's soft pants, hoping to make her shake like she had made her.

Regine knew if anyone walked even close to their door, they would hear her, because she was moaning and trying to hide them wasn't working. Not as her sister was pulling her close and her tongue swirling and licking over her sensitive organ and she was trembling on top of Hayden, her hand gripping the hip of the her sister, her mouth pressing against the girl's tummy as she tried to muffle her loud cries, coming for a second time on top of her big sister, losing control of her young body.

Hayden made sure to push the second orgasm as well, not too much though. Once she felt her sister's body grow weak, she rolled over so that she was on her back. Hayden turning and crawling down to her, kissing her ever so sweetly. "good?" she asked teasingly, smirking at her. It was fun to see her otherwise so strong headed sister fall into pieces in front of her, see her so pleased and panting for air. "... you look gorgeous" she whispered, her hand trailing up her side as she looked at her.

Regine was pretty glad that the older girl had always been able to maneuver her because she couldn't really move at the moment. She whined when her sister pulled out of the sweet kiss before rolling her eyes at Hayden. "Good." She said, trying not to be as teasing as she normally was with the other girl. "No, you look gorgeous." She said back, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her cheek softly before capturing her mouth again. Of course, that's when she could hear the familiar creaking of the stairs and then there was the mad scramble of trying to find something to look like she wasn't getting fucked before her step dad was sticking his head in and asking if they were coming down for the family movie. "I'll be down there soon, Burt Burt."

Hayden was just about to melt into the kiss when suddenly Alex scrambled for her close, Hayden realizing what was going on. Quickly she grabbed her night tee and tugged it on, pulling it down between her legs to hide the fact she wasn't wearing anything else. Glancing at Alex, she pulled on her shoulder. "I'm kind of tired, I think I'll just nap" she muttered, watching him leave again. God her heart was racing, looking up at her sister. "that.. it was crazy, if he'd been just a minute earlier.." she started, shaking her head "we'd be fucked"

Regine was always wearing next to nothing, so he barely glimpsed at the fact that she was only in her flannel shirt and not anything else. He was ducking out, telling Regine to hurry up because it was starting soon. She laughed for a moment as he left, reaching over for her bra, shrugging. "To be technical, we are fucked." She teased her sister before moving back onto her bed and pressing a soft kiss onto her lips. "That was really good, Hayden. Let's not make it a one time thing."

Hayden watched her sister get dressed, chuckling softly at the truth of her words. A soft smile tugged onto her lips as her Alex came over and kissed her, kissing her back ever so softly. "It won't be" She whispered, kissing her again before pulling back and biting her lip. "Now, you go down and pretend like you haven't just fucked your sister." she giggled, stroking her cheek.

Regine grinned at her older sister when she said that it wouldn't be the first time and that's all she needed to pull out her phone and grin. "Good, because we deserve repeats." She rolled her eyes, pressing another soft kiss to her lips. "I'll do my best but no promises."

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fearofaherobrine · 8 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #157

“Fake Steve, Another Night at the Bar, Alexis, Herabrine, Noah and the Spooky Clown”

[Lie] Hands Notch a wool block-

[Notch] Thank you Lie, honestly.... - starts scrubbing the mess off the counter.

[Stevie] Father! My hands are dirty!

There is a sudden loud thud at the door. A strange Steve has just walked right into the wall beside the door leading into the bar. The Steve stumbles back and feels around himself as if blind. He finds the door and stumbles through.

He stands straight and tilts his head back, strutting stiffly into the bar with his face almost looking at the ceiling. He walks past the group and heads to the far corner of the bar and feels his way onto a stool. He gestures to Sam for a drink.

[Lie] Looks at the Steve in confusion- Um...

[Sam] Gives him a drink but seems to be trying not to laugh

["steve"] hisses out a barely discernible "Oi." And nods.

[Doc] waves at the Steve and asks with a giggle- so which brine are you with?

["Steve"] - looks up at the ceiling - Oi!

- Closer inspection reveals the Steve to actually be a shabbily constructed costume, and it's wearer forgot to put eye holes in the sloppily painted Steve head. W the wither skeleton is trying to peer down his chin at the drink in front of him, working out how to " drink" like a Steve.

[CP] Is too drunk to care or notice-

[Sam] whispers to the "Steve" - just hook your finger over the lip and put it in the liquid

[TLOT] Goes to poke his own Steve, but he's fallen asleep in the booth and is snoring lightly

[W] (In wither speak) Just out doing Steve things.... yessir. Just out being all fleshy and alive breathing air.... nothing to see here. - realizes he's in front of humans and brines... parrots "Oi...." again. Picks up drink and splashes across the Steve head - Refeshing!

[Ruby] What the actual fuck?

[Lie] - Er... Uhhhh

[Notch] Well then... Nice to know everyone is having fun...

[Stevie] His hands are covered in brown dye gunk-

[Notch] Come on Stevie, we'll go in the bathroom and you can wash your hands

[W] - (has learned to parrot a few words does a passable CP impersonation) Oi! Fucker!

[Stevie] - Okay

[gem] -is laughing in the corner-

[TLOT] Realizes what he's doing- that's a bit familiar isn't it?

[Doc] It's uncanny really...

[W] - happily - Fucker. Grrrrr.

[Notch] it's walking by him with Stevie and starts giggling uncontrollably

[Doc] Winston, actually you might be interested in chatting with this "Steve"

[Winston] - Oh? Why is that?

[TLOT] Mentally to Winston- because he's not a Steve at all

[Winston] Turns towards the "Steve"- Hello...

[Ruby] is just staring and slowly emptying hir glass - this is ridiculous

[W] - hello.... I mean.... Aah! A skeleton! Oh no! - lifts up the Steve head to give Winston an exaggerated "wink" and thumbs up before putting it back down as if no one else saw

[Winston] Glances around for a bit of help at what to do with the odd wither skeleton-

[W] - holds up wrist in front of the Steve head as if checking a watch - Oh look at the time! Got to get back to my Steve-ing in the dirt with the pointy thingie.

[W] -realizes he's speaking wither again, panics - er... oi! Oi! Fucker fuck... oi! -stumbles toward the door

[[Wither] Watches W leave- I... What just happened?

[W] - knocks into CP in his haste to leave -

[CP] Growls but is to drunk to really do anything-

[W] - sighs with relief at not getting blasted and makes his escape, making whooping noises as he goes

[Winston] - WHAT WAS THAT!?

[Doc] That's W, he's a bit odd. But an entertaining fellow, especially when I can understand him directly.

[Winston] - I see...

[Lie] Starts idly looking through the coronation paperwork-

[TLOT] is just laughing - the pointy thingie?!

[Lie] - Um... TLOT?

[TLOT] yeh?

[Lie] - Pointy thingy?

[TLOT] projects what W was saying exactly- next time Steve goes mining I'm gonna think of that. " Steve'ing indeed!"

[Lie] - Oh!

[CP] - Fucking Nether... I don't wanna deal with Trender...

[Doc] At least we're not actually inviting him... You know you don't have to ask him, they're just dresses right?

[CP] - But he can make one perfect for her...

[Doc] if Lie can find a good picture online I can make her whatever she wants, it'll just self adjust as it goes to the higher res seed.

[CP] - But Trender can see exactly what will work...

[TLOT] Yeah why does Trender get to pick what she wears anyway? She's a queen, she can wear whatever she wants!

[Doc] That is kinda stinky. Lies a grown woman, she should be treated as such

[Lie] - Yeah except I don't know a thing about dresses...

[CP] - Gotta make impression on mobs too

[Ruby] Fuck men picking things out for women anyway! - shakes hir fist

[Doc] As long as she can kick their asses, who cares what they think? She's not a dress up doll, she's a warrior like the rest of us.

[CP] Groans-

[TLOT] Do you really want to wear a dress Lie?

[Ruby] She needs battle armor!

[Lie] - It really depends on what the dress looks like...

[Ruby] Something you can fight in!

[Doc] Short toga with an offensive vine belt? You could wear that purple armor I made from Cps gems.

[Lie] - I don't know...

[Stevie] Puts his dirty hands on the bathroom door as they enter-

[Notch] Wipes the door behind him with a sigh.

[Doc] Come on Lie, seriously, what would you wear to just kick every pixel of someone's ass?

[Lie] - I... Don't really have anything...

[Doc] I didn't say you had to have it already! I'm asking you what you want.

[Lie] - I don't know!

[Doc] Lie... It may be the alcohol talking, but I kinda want to shake you right now.

[Lie] - This is not stuff that I'm used to okay!

[TLOT] Do you want Trenderman here putting his hands all over you?

[Lie] - Er, well...

[CP] - Trender isn't that invasive... He's been doing this for so long that he can generally just look at somebody and know their sizes

[Notch] Sticks his head around the corner - For what it's worth, I would gladly take you out and buy you something if I could leave.

[Lie] - Thanks Notch

[Doc] I give up. Do what you want. But if the guy has to be here, lets do it while I'm still drunk. I can't take anymore emp crap sober.

[CP] - He's actually pretty good at controlling his...

[Doc] Control don't mean squat if he wants to do it.

[CP] - He'll also probably want to work on my server... Fuuuuuck

[TLOT] THEN DON'T CALL HIM.

[CP] Groans and bangs his head on the table a little-

[TLOT] It's none of his business anyway! Please just let me do it.

[CP] - Have you seen your fashion sense?

[TLOT] I didn't pick for color Cp... The armor was a gift from my husband when I was near freezing in the snow. The cloak was what my Testificates gave me instead of a crown. And the helm belonged to me back before NOTCH destroyed my powers. You of all people should understand things having sentimental value.

[CP] Grumbles-

[Lie] Is peeking through some more of the papers-

[Flux] - So your clothing items are sentimental?

[TLOT] Blushes a little. -It all has meaning. Steve's bone armor was my gift to him, and the gem in the center of his chestplate was our Testificate's way of honoring him as their high priest. Apparently if a Testificate is in that position; the job comes with a hat.

[Flux] - Interesting...

[Lie] Is getting a bit overwhelmed by everything CP is going to have to do for the coronation-

[TLOT] Cp, I'll make whatever she tells me too anyway, it's not on my taste.

[Stevie] Runs out of the bathroom with no pants on-

[Notch] Goes after him - Stevie! Just because Deerheart does it doesn't mean it's polite in mixed company!

[Stevie] Crawls back into the booth with CP-

[Ruby] He's full of piss and vinager isn't he?

[Winston] - Usually he's full of fear and piss

[Notch] Stevie come out of there!

[Stevie] - But I wanna color more!

[Notch] You don't need to take your pants off to color!

[Doc] Well....

[Deer] - Why not?

[Notch] It's not necessary.

[CP] - Hey! That's my line

[Notch] .... Sam?

[Sam] ?

[Notch] Can I have another drink?

[Stevie] Sits there rather happily as he continues to draw-

[Doc] Takes out a blanket and punches a hole in the center before dropping it over Stevie's head like a poncho.

[Stevie] Looks at the blanket curiously- What's this?

[Doc] It's a blanket, duh.

[Notch] Turns to Cp but gestures at Stevie- He's turning into you.

[CP] - Good for him

[Notch] Takes the boilermaker from Sam and takes a large gulp.

[TLOT] Can we have some calming flowers Lie?

[Lie] Puts the papers down- How do you do this on a regular basis? Hm? Oh, sure- She spawns several calming flowers

[Notch] He's usually not this bad!

[Lie] - Kids have days like this where they're extra energetic

[Doc] Has brought up a small screen and is browsing random images of clothing.

[Ruby] Is pointing at things over hir shoulder- nice, lame, stupid, impractical, gaudy, eh, that's pretty good.

[Doc] That's Xena Warrior princess!

[Ruby] I like it.

[Doc] -Facepalm.-

[Lie] - I think I remember that show?

[Doc] Good representation with an undercurrent of girl/girl romance. But it's kinda plain. Mostly just brown leather.

[Lie] Blushes as she remembers the things Doc bought her-

[TLOT] Sees her thoughts - Yeah, you could wear that. Go for a kinda dominatrix look.

[Lie] - NO!

[TLOT] We could add a skirt for modesty. Or flowy pants.

[Lie] - No no no no no no no no!

[Doc] Why not?

[Lie] Embarrassed whine-

[Doc] How about we go to World of Warcraft? They have lots of nice clothes there.

[Lie] - I don't know...

[Doc] Can we start with a color scheme at least?

[CP] - Something reminiscent of the overworld...

[Doc] So green, and maybe blue?

[Lie] - Maybe?

[Doc] I could find or make some gems, gold or silver findings?

[Lie] - I'm not really fond of jewelry or anything elaborate...

[Doc] Not even if I cut you a necklace of emerald leaves?

[Lie] - Mmmm... Maybe?

[TLOT] At least we're getting somewhere now. Skirt or pants?

[Lie] - Uhhhh...

[CP] - I vote dress... Makes it easier to take clothes off to fuck...

[Lie] - CP!

[gem] I vote dress because they are flowy and free and comfortable

[Lie] - Maybe? I don't know, I don't really wear dresses...

[gem] even for special events?

[Lie] - Yeah, not really...

[Lie] - I've just, never really been comfortable in dresses or skirts... Probably because they were pretty much forced upon me

[Doc] Pants it is, you've had more being forced into things then anyone deserves

[Lie] - I mean if we find something that I actually really like then maybe, but yeah...

[TLOT] is already drawing on a bit of paper

[CP] - I don't like thinking of fucking speeches...

[gem] -grabs a few pieces of paper and decides to draw-

[Doc] does a passable impression of Cp- Oi! Fuckers! This is my new wife, respect and fear her as you do me, or I'll roast you alive!

[CP] Flips Doc off-

[Doc] Cp style grumbles-

[Lie] - What are you drawing TLOT? A design for what your doing with the gold?

[gem] -wiggles a drawing in front doc making sure no one else sees it especially cp because on the picture is cp as a cat in a suit with a cigar with the tittle boss mob cp-

[TLOT] Geeze I got distracted. - Quickly he finishes the gold with a floruish, spinning it up into a simple urn sized-vase. - There you go Lie, big enough for a full boquet.

[Doc] Starts giggling softly. - I don't think that will work Gem.

[TLOT] Grabs some of the discarded ink blobs and starts coloring enthusiasticaly.

[gem] -giggles then goes back to drawing making different types of spacey like drawings-

[TLOT] Motions for Lie and slides his drawing over so she can see. - The colors probably need some work, but iron looks too cold with the blue and green tones and the gold is a little glaring. But I did try to pick it up on the accents. You've got big pants instead of a skirt and the arm pieces look a bit like your favorite shirt and they'll cover up Cp's pink collar so the mobs won't question it. Blue pants and brown shoes are good for a brine anyway, and I incorporated your offensive plants pods and thorns in the design. Cp said it should be a reminder of the overworld, so brown for the soil, blue for the water and sky, and green for grass. You can also fight in it and it shouldn't hinder you. What do you think Lie?

[Lie] - Seems a bit complex...

[CP] - Looks like shit...

[Lie] - CP!

[TLOT] Looks irritated- At least I did what she asked for. I bet if you had your way she'd be wearing nothing but a collar. - Thunks paper and a quill in front of Cp. - Let's see you do better. I already know you can't draw after that scribble mess you called a portrait of Doc.

[CP] - Can't... To drunk

[TLOT] hand on his hip, he's drunk enough to be sassy. - Then zip your lips.

[CP] - Fuck you, I'm only being honest

[Lie] - CP be nice

[TLOT] I think he just likes being nasty to me.

[gem] -looks at it- I think it looks nice

[TLOT] Thank you Gem. If you think it's too complicated Lie, what would you change?

[Lie] - I'm not sure... But perhaps just not having so many parts to it?

[CP] Is idly taping the quill against the paper-

[TLOT] we could lose some of the torso stripes if you want to have fewer colors?

[Lie] - And maybe the puff of the pants? It just doesn't really appeal to me...

[Doc] leans over- it's not too complex for pixel art at least

[TLOT] Tighter? Shorter?

[Lie] - I don't know...- Her brain is starting to short circuit since she doesn't have much sense for clothes

[Doc] Let me have a try. - Takes some more paper and ink and draws with the tip of hir tongue stuck out in concentration.

[Doc] Okaaaay... how about this Lie? Fewer colors, I kept the leaf motif, and just some soft shorts since Cp keeps his home rather hot. Redstone instead of diamonds, and some new boots to match? I think there's nothing wrong with letting the collar show. They respect Cp and if they know you can render him powerless they'll have one less reason to fuck with you.

[CP] - Laaaaaaaaame [Lie] - CP!- Spawns a sobering flower and deftly sticks a petal in his mouth

[Doc] Is scribbling on hir own paper and presses the sheet into Lie's hand -

[CP] Accidentally swallows the petal - Fuck!

[Lie] Looks at the paper and holds back laughter-

[TLOT] Pffft!

[gem] -looks at it and giggles-

[Lie] - I kinda like the flower motif, but I'd rather the collar not be showing. I know CP doesn't like it so I don't want to make him upset

[TLOT] We could use the sleeve pieces from mine and change the colors?

[CP] - That would just be more ugly

[TLOT] I am cordially inviting you to think of something better CP. The tools are in front of you. Put up or shut up.

[CP] - Fine asshole!- Takes a sheet and starts sketching

[TLOT] Watches expectantly.

[Doc] This will be rich...

[CP] Scratches away at the paper for a few moments before flinging it at TLOT. It's a very badly drawn dress with a crude possible jacket on top-

[TLOT] is just turning the paper around and around like he can't figure out which way is up.

[Doc] ick Cp. see I can criticize people too.

[CP] Growls and snatches the paper back- Fuck you, I'll be right back- Opens a portal and steps through

[Doc] he's been putting in a lot of portal mileage lately...

[Lie] - Hopefully he'll be back soon...

[Deer] - Here, hand me some paper please

[Doc] Here- hands hir lover paper and tools - you take a stab at it.

[Deer] Begins sketching-

[Doc] peeking-

[Flux] Has finished her food and takes the empty plates to the bar-

[Ruby] Gives her a calculating look - what's your story newbie? Are you some kinda weird brine?

[Flux] - Me? I am an embodiment of a far older server. My body is comprised of its raw magic

[Ruby] Neato, the going rumor is that I'm 100% kickass.

[Flux] - Kick... Ass?

[Doc] Ruby fancies hirself an accomplished fighter, that's all Flux.

[Flux] - Oh, I see

[Stevie] - Where did brother go?

[Notch] He stepped out for a minute. You know how he is.

[Stevie] - Oh... Can I have more colors?

[Notch] If you share with Deerheart there and don't draw on the table.

[Stevie] - Okay!- Moves over to Deer's booth and takes crayons

[CP] Opens another portal and steps through grumbling only to be snagged by a tendril before he can close the portal- Damnit Trender! Let go!

[Trender] - You attempting to design something is suspicious enough, now just what are you doing!?

[Doc] Is still a bit drunk and reacts badly to the tentacle, fumbling for a command block to close the hole- Cp! Run!

[TLOT] Gets between the hole and Steve and draws his scythe

[Trender] Steps through, still holding CP-

[CP] - Trender... Go away...

[gem] -looks through the portal without sticking her head though- hi

[Doc] Is swearing - Cp! Do something! Dammit!

[Trender] - Oh no, you have thoroughly caught my interest right now

[CP] Grumbles and is holding a piece of paper in his hand-

[Trender] Finally notices the others- Oh, hello

[Doc] Deerheart?! Flux?! Try and close the hole at least!

[Flux] Focuses and manages to close it-

[Doc] Peers at the Slenderbeing- Who are you? And why are you holding our friend?

[Trender] - I am Trenderman, and I'm holding CP because he came barging into my room demanding I translate his horrendous childish scribbles and I want to know why

[gem] -has gone back to drawing-

[TLOT] Whacks Cp over the head with the back of his scythe - IDIOT!

[CP] - WHAT!? NONE OF YOU COULD UNDERSTAND IT!

[TLOT] Understand what?! That you're a terrible artist?!

[CP] Growls-

[gem] -laughs at tlots statement-

[Trender] Sighs and with another tendril takes the paper from CP's hand and holds it out to Doc since they have no weapon-

[Doc] Takes it with a suspicious air and looks at it -

Lie

[Doc] What part of 'Lie doesn't want to wear a dress' was confusing you Cp?

[Trender] - That is what this one was trying to convey... Plus a few minor adjustments

[CP] - Shut up

[Lie] - Can I see it Doc?

[Doc] Passes her the paper - freaking idiot...

[Lie] Looks it over and bites her lip a little, actually liking how it looks-

[Doc] If I could reach your head I'd swat you too Cp. How many of us asked you not to bring anyone else into this?

[CP] - I only needed him to redo the sketch!

[TLOT] Who cares? It's impractical and still not what she asked for!

[Lie] - Actually...

[Doc] Seriously Lie....? You're gonna let Cp dress you up like some fou fou doll? The mobs won't respect you in that. They'll think you're just his plaything.

[Trender] - Not necessarily, those minor adjustments I made to the sketch? Gives it a stiffer, more military like feel, yet also retains the regalness I believe you were trying to achieve

[Doc] I'm skeptical.

[Trender] - You doubt me? I've made gowns for Emporers and Empresses, I know what I'm doing

[Doc] Still skeptical. Dresses are totally unsuited for anything beyond making women look like pretty baubles for men to oogle.

[Trender] - I assure you, she will not look like that in this. If made from the right fabric it will reflect the flames of the Nether, she will look as if she is ready to burst into the same flames her mate controls

[Doc] I'm not standing for anything unless Lie says that what she wants to wear.

[TLOT] Same here. She's had to eat enough shit with people pushing her around.

[Lie] - I actually don't mind how this looks...

[CP] - Ha, see? I know my wife

[Doc] Gives Cp the most murderous stare he's ever seen.

[TLOT] If you're sure Lie...

[Lie] - Let's at least see how this works out

[gem] - is drawing her old dress she had when she was just a space angel-

[Doc] Makes a complex gesture at Sam and the skeleton puts a small glass of clear liquid in hir hands. Xe drinks it quickly while staring at Cp.

[Trender] - I can make the dress if you want

[Doc] Makes a small snarling sound in response.

[Lie] - Um... I'm not so sure...

[CP] - Look, I only went to you so you could just make my sketch legible

[Doc] You know that's not how Slenders operate...

[Trender] - Oh honestly, you're just still mad you took the longest to fit a suit for since you kept setting it on fire

[TLOT] Why the nether didn't you just make it out of something fireproof?

[Trender] - Do you have any idea how difficult it is to acquire fire proof fabric that is durable enough to withstand his flames? I had to make it myself

[TLOT] That's because you're not a brine. I made him a fireproof cloak just this morning.

[Trender] - Fascinating, and just how did you acquire that?

[TLOT] I used a bit of his hair.

[Trender] - Ah, see, I cannot do that, I'm assuming you have a way of duplicating it that is

[TLOT] Show him Doc, if you're not too drunk already.

[CP] - Not on me!

[Doc] Grumbles and snatches at Cp's shirt, taking a few pixels from one edge. They pull the bit like taffy making it into a square of blue fabric, and then throw it back at Cp. - Burn it Cp.

[CP] Sets it alight, it doesn't actually burn-

[Trender] - Interesting...- His mind is already considering what he can do with such fabrics

[Doc] His spawn clothes are fireproof, even lava proof. Brines clothes are as protected as they are.

[Trender] - I see... This would be very useful out in the real world

[Doc] Grumbles - Got anything to trade? I can make quite a lot of several colors.

[Trender] - Well, if there's anything you require fabric, pattern or general sewing wise, I can provide

[Doc] No... but some items that are rather common on the outside would be useful... - is thinking.

[Trender] - What would you like?

[Doc] I need to think a little...

[gem] could you make me a new dress?

[Trender] - Looks over- What would you like?

[gem] something spacey.

[Trender] - Hmmm, I think I can provide... I need a door

[CP] - Around the corner

[Trender] Puts CP down and walks around the corner, he focus' a small bit of his power on the door before opening it. It no longer leads to the bathroom, but to a massive workshop full of mannequins, bolts of fabric, and anything else a designer would need. He starts going through his fabrics to find something appropriate-

[gem] -looks though the door watching-

[Doc] Is making a small list- Rainbow glitter, a live mouse, pomegrante juice, a portabello mushroom, a box of frozen pretzels, a lime, a piece of silk, and pecan, dandelion, and walnut tree seeds.

[Trender] - Two of those I can provide now. What sort of silk would you like?

[Doc] Doesn't matter. I can make lots of things but textures are hard to replicate without an example.

[Doc] Make a list of what you want that's fireproof. From what I have on hand to sample I can give high pile brown, red, or violet fur, low pile yellow, violet or purple. Black or gray leather. Gold metallic or mauve stiff cloth. And cream, black, purple, light blue, medium blue, or mint green cotton. And purple rubber. All lava and fireproof.

[Trender] - Violet fur? Is it synthetic?

[Doc] Rubs hir hair - Well... I'm a digital life form, but it's my real hair so... yes and no?

[Trender] - I see. I suppose I could use a bit of each of the things you mentioned- He reaches into a cupboard with a sign hanging from it reading "Splendy's activities" and pulls out a jar of rainbow colored glitter. He then disappears deep into the warehouse and comes back with bolts of fabric including a periwinkle blue one of silk

[Doc] Takes the glitter and the silk- Oh that's perfect! I'll do my part, just leave the rest in Cp's room when you can. - Gets to work skimming off tiny bits of hir clothing and running them out into fabric like water falling from hir hands. The pile ends up being several yards of everything Doc is wearing, plus a larger pile of fur yardage made from hir two-toned hair. - Xe advances on Cp and makes quick grabs for a few pixels of his pants and shirt and a few hairs from his head before doing the same with them.

[TLOT] Can see what's happening and does his favorite doctor a favor by skimming his armor and cloak in the same way to make a few more yards.

[CP] Growls at Doc as Doc takes pixels-

[gem] -is watching everything excitedly-

[Trender] Rummages through a drawer and pulls out a small clump of diamonds. He examines them as if debating something before placing them on a small table in his workshop before getting to work. He works effortlessly and smoothly, stitching perfect lines and quickly a dress begins to take place. It takes him several minutes, but he does hold up the finished product for one last inspection before leaving the workshop and entering the bar again- Here you go miss

[gem] -puts on the dress happily as a something weird happens. a heart fazes out of gems chest and through the dress. the heart seems to have a few cracks and looks like the shape heart not an organ. it is resting above the dress and is beating.-

[Doc] Uh Gem.... do you need help putting that back?

[Trender] - Dear, are you alright?

[gem] -looks at the heart- more then alright my heart is suppose to be there it was just inside me because it was just so broken but it has healed enough to come back!

[Doc] You only have one?

[Lie] Laughs a little- Hey Doc, looks like she wears her heart on her sleeve a bit more than you now

[Doc] Be careful Gem, that's a dangerous place to wear it.

[gem] yes and no this is more emotion based since I don't need blood pumped. that's is why it is cracked.

[Doc] You should have told me Gem, I might have been able to help. Wrap it up at least.

[gem] even if you did wrap it would still have stayed inside it just needed time to heal.

[Doc] What's it like Gem? Is it attached to you in the back? Or just hovering?

[gem] hovering

[TLOT] What happens if you try to move it?

[gem] it will move slightly and A better way to think of this is the part of my brain that belonged to my emotions is now in my heart and that part of my brain belongs to my guardians.

[Lie] - Well I like it Gem

[gem] -pokes it to the side and when she pulls her finger away it floats back and forth till it settles to its normal spot-

[Doc] Is smiling- I think it's cool, I'm just imagining it hovering around you like a little roomba, picking up pixel crumbs of emotions and being in different spots every time I look at you.

[gem] it would have never healed if everyone here didn't make me so happy.

[TLOT] Aww Gem... I'd hug you but I don't want to squish it against my armor. - grins

[Trender] - I can taste your happiness, it is a more genuine emotion then I've tasted in awhile

[gem] -holds her arms out for a hug- it wont get hurt if it gets squished a little in a hug

[Doc] The funny part is he's warning you because with a little patience you could grill a cheese sandwich on his breastplate.

[TLOT] Was already hugging Gem - Oh bite me.

[gem] -hugs back- I am still a brine so a little heat is not to bad.

[Lie] Is still looking at the design in her hands-

[TLOT] Let's her go - I'm glad you're happy.

[Doc] Me too, I always meant for this to be a place for people to heal as well as hide.

[CP] Grumbles as he sits next to Lie

[gem] it doesn't feel like hiding though even if it is it's more of a home

[Stevie] - Father! Look! Look! I made a drawing of mobs! And you killing them!

[Notch] What? Why? You know I'm not.... I'm not, I mean you've probably never seen me fight at all.

[Stevie] - But you taught brother

[TLOT] I feel the same Gem

[Notch] So he wouldn't die in the wilderness, and so he could keep you safe.

[gem] -her wings are fluttering with happiness-

[Lie] Leans against CP- TLOT, what do you think of this design anyways?

[TLOT] Careful Gem, if you fly in here, you'll bump your head on the ceiling. haha

[TLOT] It's pretty enough, but it's not what you asked for at all. It's not even the right colors.

[gem] -giggles at that thought-

[Lie] - No... But I do like it

[CP] - The biggest things the mobs from the End and the Nether like to see is the Overworld sky. I can bring just about anything else to either of those places except the sky

[Doc] Then her outfit should be blue and white. Something light and airy, maybe even with some tulle and pastel accents. Everything the Nether is not.

[Trender] - It would be a simple matter to change the fabric and colors of that dress

[Doc] grumbles a bit.

[TLOT] It's okay Doc, you can make something for you and Deerheart at least.

[Trender] - If you need fabrics, just let me know

[Doc] Pulls out the roll of silk and runs a bit of it through hir fingers. - No... I have what I need. - Xe pulls a bit of it off the corner and spins it out in hir hands artfully. Changing the color to a warm orange with a bit of ink blob from Stevie's pile. Xe fluffs out the finished silk scarf and draps it over Deerhearts shoulders. - To match your eyes my love.- xe whispers to her.

[CP] - Hey Trender, when do you think EJ and Sally can go home?

[Deer] Giggles and kisses Doc in thanks-

[Doc] Stiffens a little at Cp's words - Not that we mind watching over them.

[Trender] - Brother is still recovering, so it may be another week or so. And I know Brother is greatly missing his child

[TLOT] Don't worry so much about EJ Doc, he's been behaving okay. He mostly just putters around the caastle.

[Trender] - I should probably get back to the manor... Splender can only do so much

[Doc] You can.... come back for me if you need a doctor, but I'm not staying the night again, okay?

[Trender] - Understandable, currently we are good medical wise though

[CP] Flicks his hand to create a portal-

[Doc] Braces for the smell. - Thank you Trender.

[gem] goodbye -waves-

[Trender] Steps through and CP closes the opening behind the Slender being-

[Alexis] Is gathering some supplies in her house-

[Herabrine] Creeps up outside and peeks in Alexis's window only to see her kitten on the sill. - aw

[Alexis] Walks past and absentmindedly pets the cat as she considers what else she might need-

[Herabrine] Runs her nails on the glass to make a spooky sound.

[Alexis] Jumps and turns towards the glass- Hera!

[Herabrine] Chuckles- That was funny. Your cat is cute too. Do they have a name yet?

[Alexis] - Thanks, what are you doing here? And no they do not

[Herabrine] Just making mischief.

[Alexis] - Of course you are

[Herabrine] Nothing harmful, just a pumpkin outside Alexsezia's door

[Alexis] - Well I'm getting ready to go out, so please don't do that

[Herabrine] Realllly? - Floats gently up and looks at her upsidedown from the top of the window frame- where you going Alexis?

[Alexis] - Not sure yet

[Herabrine] Exciting. I could give you a water potion and we could take a walk at the bottom of the bay.

[Alexis] - I'm not good at keeping track of time so that might be a bad idea

[Herabrine] Aww you think I'd just let you drown?

[Alexis] - If you found it funny, yes

[Herabrine] Nah, that's a lame joke, I can do better then that. I wouldn't mind showing off my wet builds though.

[Alexis] - Perhaps another time, I was planning something more land based

[Herabrine] Off on a little adventure? Don't forget to pack food and clean undies.

[Alexis] - Already have- Leaves through the door on the opposite side of the house that Hera is on

[Herabrine] Flies lazily around the side of the house and falls into step behind Alexis.

[Alexis] Is heading in the general direction of the library-

[noah] -is just standing in the middle of the path they are heading-

[Alexis] Tilts her head in interest at the Guardian- Hello?

[Herabrine] Peeks around the side of her- Is it a ghost?

[noah] -looks over- oh hey there.

[Alexis] - Who are you?

[Herabrine] catty - and who does your hair?

[noah] i'm noah I am one of gem's guardians and no one it is just like that.

[Herabrine] Ah the four armed gal with the huge tracks of land.

[Alexis] - Oh, what are you doing?

[noah] just chilling trying to find something to do.

[Alexis] - Oh... Okay- Stands there a bit awkwardly

[Herabrine] She's going somewhere to make mischief, I can smell it. You should join me in following her.

[Alexis] - Hera!

[noah] sounds like fun.

[Herabrine] What? It's true!

[Alexis] Groans and starts walking again-

[Herabrine] Follows while snickering.

[noah] -is also following-

[Alexis] Her steps slow as they approach the forest behind the bar-

[Herabrine] Ohhh, the spoooky woods. With an off-limits sign no less...

[noah] danger seeking I see

[Herabrine] I knew there was mischief afoot. Humans can't resist.

[Alexis] - If there's a keep out sign on this server than it's for a good reason- Starts walking past

[Herabrine] You know you're curious. - Walks her fingers up Alexis's spine.

[noah] me nor gem or any of the other guardians have ever been in there which means i know nothing about it.

[Alexis] Tenses- Nope, not happening Hera

[Herabrine] It's not like you can die here.... not forever.

[Alexis] - I don't know...

[noah] adventure!

[Herabrine] See? He's got the right idea. Listen to the smoke guy.

[Alexis] - I'm beginning to hate you...

[Herabrine] Takes a deep breath like she's sucking up smoke coming from Alexis- Ooooh, tasty hate.

[Alexis] - The Nether are you doing?

[Herabrine] Just being a smart-ass. I can't actually eat emotions.

[Alexis] Rolls her eyes- If your so curious then why don't you just go in there?

[Herabrine] Because it's more fun to go with people who squeak when they get scared.

[noah] squeak like a mouse?

[Alexis] - Then you're looking for someone other than me

[Herabrine] coughs -bullshit-

[Alexis] - Excuse me?

[noah] -steps behind alexis and makes a really loud kazoo noise in her ear in an attempt to scare her-

[Alexis] Jumps and quickly turns, drawing her bow and aiming it at Noah's chest-

[noah] jumpy check.

[Herabrine] Grabs Alexis from the back and aggressively tickles her ribs.

[Alexis] Shrieks out a laugh- HERA STOP!

[Herabrine] See? She does make funny noises!

[noah] yep you were right.

[Alexis] - I hate both of you so much right now...

[noah] hate is a strong word from someone you barely know.

[Alexis] Scowls a bit-

[Herabrine] Come on Alexis, it'll be fun. And if it's not, there's always respawn!

[Alexis] - You know what? Fine! We'll go in!

[Herabrine] That's the Minecraft spirit!

[Alexis] Hops the gate-

[noah] yay adventure!

[Herabrine] Floats over it.

[noah] -flys over with hera-

[Alexis] Starts walking deeper into the forest-

[noah] I wonder if there will be ghost?

[Herabrine] Is noticing that the trees seem to be getting more detailed as they go along. - I feel like the resolution is changing...

[Alexis] - It is

[Herabrine] Whoah... maybe it's posted with warnings because it's a portal to the outside world!

[noah] -looks at himself he has become less blocky-

[Alexis] - I don't think so, from what Lie said, entering the real world for the first time causes immense pain, so wouldn't we be feeling that now if that were the case?

[Herabrine] Good point. I have been out there myself though. I can travel astrally. Just leave my physical body here.

[noah] lets see what's at the middle.

-As they head farther in, they reach the open entrance of LJ's circus. The area in front of them was littered with old broken wood and tattered fabric from LJ dismantling and fixing things-

[noah] circus! -runs in-

[LJ] Appears right in Noah's path-

[noah] hello.

[Herabrine] What a mess...

[LJ] - Why are you here?

[Alexis] Has her bow ready to be used-

[Herabrine] A philisophical clown?

[noah] adventure.

[LJ] - This place isn't safe for you, I'll need to escort you out...

[Herabrine] I like unsafe things, and this place is wild. Everything is so detailed!

[noah] do any of the rides work?

[LJ] Scowls- You won't be able to leave without my help, it's how this place is designed

[LJ] - And currently no, none of the rides work, nor any of the game stalls

[Herabrine] Is just walking around poking things. She's unused to being able to feel textures fully as well as see them.

[noah] damn I wanted to ride some rides

[Alexis] - Is the inability to leave why there are warning signs outside the fence?

[Herabrine] I bet we have at least one person on the server who's scared of clowns. There's always one.

[LJ] - Oh there, is, it's the weird pale boy at Doc's place

[noah] yea I was there helping shield him from being able to see you.

[Herabrine] Oh the tattooed kid? I haven't met him myself, just heard stories.

[LJ] Grins- I need to visit that kid again

[Alexis] - Why?

[Herabrine] Be careful, I heard what he did to Jeff too.

[LJ] - To scare him, I am a pasta afterall

[noah] does that make ben the chilliest pasta ever?

[LJ] - Yeah, unless you get him wet or insult his height

[Herabrine] Barks out a laugh - A creepypasta! This all makes sense now!

[Herabrine] Does a little flip in the air and floats near Lj, she sticks out a hand. - Pleased to meet you scary brother. I'm Herabrine.

[noah] and get to close to hyrule he has become very protective.

[LJ] - Laughing Jack- Elongates his arm and twists it between his legs and up behind his back to shake Hera's hand

[Herabrine] That's crazy-pants! I love it!

[LJ] - Well I was originally a toy

[noah] whats the limit for your arm stretch?

[Herabrine] I was originally a giant spiked fish dragon with one eyeball.

[LJ] - About fifty feet I think? I haven't checked in awhile

[Herabrine] Noah? Can you fly?

[noah] yea -flys up-

[Alexis] Is trying to stay unnoticed-

[Herabrine] Hey Lj? You should try and grab Noah! Then you'll know your reach for sure.

[noah] -flys up really high-

[LJ] - Okay, it will be a change from trying to wrangle BEN at bath time- He reaches up towards Noah

[noah] -is about fifty feet up-

[LJ] Easily grasps Noah- Huh, guess my reach may have grown...

[Herabrine] Niiiice!

[noah] -makes a victory kazoo noise-

[LJ] Let's Noah go and retracts his arms-

[Herabrine] Here. I'll show you a trick. - She floats down and her body suddenly collapses as her feet hit the ground. A transparent version of herself reforms behind Alexis and gives her buttcheek a fierce pinch.

[noah] -lets gravity bring him down but fly's again a half block from the ground stopping him from falling-

[Alexis] Jumps and swings her bow behind her- Damnit Hera!

[Herabrine] Returns to her body with a briney chuckle.

[LJ] Sighs- I should be getting you all out of here, come on, and stay close

[Herabrine] Sure you don't want some help with this mess?

[LJ] - Why? It's my task and cross to bear...

[noah] help with people can always make it more fun and go faster

[Herabrine] Notes a few puddles on the ground- Bah. You could use an extra pair of hands, or three or four... - Several tentacles of water raise up and wave from the puddles. - For a fellow greifer, I can make time.

[LJ] - Fine, just don't screw things up. Wait here till I get back

[Herabrine] Pulls up her feet so she's sitting crosslegged in the air. - Got it.

[LJ] Grabs Noah and Alexis and starts leading them out-

[noah] but I want to help

[LJ] - No, one person is annoying enough

[noah] what isn't annoying to you?

[LJ] - Candy

[noah] to be fair candy is pretty hard to get annoyed at.

[LJ] Has already gotten them to the edge of the forest and tosses them out- Buh bye! Don't come back!

[noah] I want to come back when the place is all fixed up.

[LJ] - Nope

[noah] why not?

[LJ] - Because I said so

[noah] -makes a sad face-

[Alexis] - Come on Noah, lets go

[noah] where are we going now?

[Alexis] - I don't know

[noah] letting the wind takes up?

[Alexis] - Either that or get shit faced drunk

[noah] I can't get drunk.

[ALexis] - I'm not much for drinking, but after that I might

[noah] no I mean I really can't I don't have a stomach.

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