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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years ago

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Strawberry Season - JJK

Yuji Itadori 🍓

“Yuji! Stop eating all the strawberries!”

The teen bristled in his crouched position. He turned around, chipmunk cheeks full of illicit fruit, before he quickly swallowed and lied, “I’m not!”

You frown with a grumble before you come over with your basket. Toe nudging at his on the ground that is just barely hidden from view, knocking the truth loose. More bitten off caps than berries by far. “I suppose a squirrel got into these while you weren’t looking?”

“One could have.” Yuji teased, beaming up at you while he rubbed the back of his head in that characteristic way that always got him out of trouble. Making your heart flutter

“I’m serious.” You chastise; though with significantly more oomph. “If you eat them all we won’t have any for later, or to make anything with them.”

“But they’re so good!” He insisted. Standing up to follow you to the next patch. “Fresh ones out of the sun are the best! Gi-gi used to take me when I was a kid, and I remember them always being better than the ones we got at the store.”

You smile a little wistfully at Yuji’s mention of this grandfather. He doesn’t mention him often, but when he does it’s usually some fond, far-off story like this. “Well, you should at least wash them. Lord knows what nasty things have been on them in this field.”

“I’ve eaten a bunch of a billion-year-old curse spirits fingers, [Y/N]-chan. I think I’ll be ok.”

Megumi Fushiguro🍓

It was nice to be out for a while, enjoying the fresh air & sunshine. Being able to enjoy the outdoors was one of the few, simple pleasures in life. Although to some…..

“Can we go home yet?”

You turn around to look up at Megumi from the ground. The young man looking incredibly grumpy for such a fun outing, trying to get some air circulating from his t-shirt. “It’s hot.”

“I told you you were gonna be hot in that.” You remind him. Having had this conversation about wearing all black, even if it was a t-shirt & shorts, out on a day like this. But he couldn’t let the ‘jujutsu sorcerer aesthetic’ go even for a moment. “Do you want to wear my hat?”

You offer your sun hat up to Megumi who frowned further. “I would rather die.” You snicker at his answer as you’d pay just about anything to see him in it.

You sat your basket of strawberries down and stand up, dusting off your knees before coming over to him. “Come on. It’s just us.” You tell him. Putting the hat on his head, which doesn’t want to stay on with his torrent of hair. “Isn’t that better?”

“Not really.” He grumbled. Face pink from more than just the heat. He leaned forward to give you a peck on the lips, before he sighed and gave up on anything further. “It’s too hot.”

Satoru Gojo 🍓

Satoru smiled and hummed as he leaned against your kitchen counter. Chin in his hands. Tilting his head side to side in tune with his humming. Seeming mere seconds from floating parallel to the counter at any moment with glee. “Can you stop that Satoru? You’re distracting me.”

“I can’t help it~.” Satoru replied enthusiastically at your request. “[Y/N] is making something just for little ol’ me! How am I not supposed to be giddy and excited?”

“It’s just a strawberry shortcake Satoru.” You couldn’t even be certain it would be good or not.

“Yes, it’s a strawberry shortcake that you are making for me. Just thinking about it makes my heart go all doki-doki.”

“Doki-doki?” You repeat back at Satoru and his big goofy grin. “What is this? Some shojo manga?”

“Don’t disparage the shojo manga revolution.” Satoru warned, ‘serious’ for a moment as he pointed a finger at you. “How long until my cake is ready??”

You give a small hum as you tally up the math and tell him, “the cakes have to be completely cooled before assembly. Otherwise it will just melt the whipped cream. So I can start in about….30 minutes? It’ll take me 10-12 to put it together.”

“40 minutes?!?!?!”

Satoru deflated onto the counter faster than an overwhipped meringue. “Ugghhh….I can’t wait that long!!” There was a pause in his whining before Satoru popped his head back up with a lightbulb idea. “I know.”

“What?” You dared to ask.

“Whipped cream.” That grin on his face let you know that you had more than enough time to let your cakes cool for the rest of the afternoon.

Nanami Kento 🍓

He opened the door to his apartment, and was immediately overcome by the smell of something sweet.

Not a sickly sweet, mind you, but a tangy sort of sweetness he hadn’t been expecting.

“[Y/N],” he called out as he sat his bag down and came in further past the door, “are you here?”

“Yes!” You chirp from the kitchen. Poking your head out with a smile before poking your head back in. “How was your day?”

“Fine.” Nanami said as he moved in closer. Seeing the kitchen, a neat, but still messy array of flour and baking utensils around the counters. “I see you’ve been busy.”

“The market had fresh strawberries on sale.” You tell him. Showing him what was left in the colander before moving on to your actual creation cooling by the stove next to you. “So I thought I’d make a strawberry pie for dessert tonight.”

Nanami smiled. Thinking of a time in his life when something as simple as having fresh baked pies, or someone to come home to, seemed like a far-off dream. “I’ll go shower. Then we can have dinner and what I’m sure will be a delicious pie.” He snagged a strawberry from the colander and bit into it. The juices filling his mouth as he headed for the shower. "Care to join me?”

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luvnhugsgt · 4 years ago

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G/T: Almost a Garden Gnome: Chapter 1

I’ve got a scythe in one hand and a hoe in the other. I’m wearing what looks to be a dirt-colored, hooded potato sack loosely around my body, and I’ve got a big fishnet in tow. I guess when you become a little Grimm-Reaper looking dwarf in someone’s garden, you’ve got to come to terms with your life-choices. And I guess when you take on that role hoping to ogle at a smart-dressed twentysomething year old guy, you’ve got to come to terms with your character flaws. I like this guy. He’s nothing like me. I hope he doesn’t have a hoe in his hand right now.

Take the first guy you’ve ever fallen in love with. Now take the second guy. The third guy. The mail guy. The taxi guy. Hell, take any guy. Just keep taking the guys and stacking them on top of each other like cheerleaders until you’ve got a full sixteen of them (and then a little over half a guy). That’s one hundred feet—that’s how tall my guy is. Well, one hundred and change, I guess. What’s twenty feet when you’re already taller than sixteen guys?

Tuesday is grocery day. I skulk around in this putrid burlap rag, tied in the abdomen with a short rope to make me look more ladylike, but really making me look more like a rogue monk, just in case he notices something suspicious about his garden. It matches the color of the soil—kind of. It does now, anyway; I had to roll around in the dirt to get it stained this tone. Once again, I have to reflect on all of the things that have happened in my short life that led to this point.

My hope is that he doesn’t see me, but then, my hope is that he does see me. You don’t get it? I don’t get it. I’ve been alone around here for so long that I talk to the squirrels just so I don’t start talking to myself. Squirrels are not terribly conversational, and I am not terribly stable anymore, especially with the disappearing act I have no choice but to perform every time Man visits his backyard.

Somehow I want self-preservation, even with my questionable-quality lifestyle, and somehow I want human companionship—for me, two completely dissonant ideas, and two completely basic needs, the first of which I am barely satisfying. Sometimes, I talk to the squirrels in an English accent, just to keep things interesting (they are still pretty stoic).

So now, I’m looking up through the vines of this strawberry pot, trying not to stare directly into the sun, and thinking that I’m going to take a big step tomorrow, because what’s to lose?

I’m-

Going to talk to a chipmunk.

Well, no. I’m going to talk to The Man. One small step for Man, one giant leap for mankind. And if Man isn’t, in fact, kind, tomorrow will be my first time jumping down a squirrel hole.

As I’m unpacking my thoughts, I’m absentmindedly stabb- I mean weakening the vines with my scythe. No, not stabbing, because, like, 'stabby' would probably be another character flaw. A fat squirrel interrupts my thoughts as he effortlessly chews a monolithic strawberry fresh off the vine with his teeth—I say, “Wow!” And he swipes at me, chattering as he stuffs his face, looking like a blood-mouthed heathen with no finesse at all, the cocky bastard.

Pulling down my hood all emo-like, I jump up and roundhouse-kick a neighboring strawberry angrily, which, as you would imagine, stays very much attached to the long, green vine. As I'm gawking at the berry, impressed with myself for jumping so high, albeit with no fruits of my labor, I’m forced onto my knees by two very forceful squirrel paws crashing onto my shoulders—I scream, I hear squirrel-chattering, a berry unceremoniously smacks itself onto my head, and both squirrel and berry are off into the underbrush…

#fluff gentlegiant gentlegt giant gianttiny gt gtfluff malegiant malexfemale romance tiny micro macro sizedifference

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typesofhumans · 6 years ago

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as requested...

types of people: woodland creatures

deer🦌 ~ pastel colour palettes; soft cloudy sunrises; babbling streams; daisies; daffodils; poetry in foreign languages; peach-scented perfume

chipmunk🐿 ~ round rosy cheeks; freshly baked bread; bakeries early in the morning; sunshiny yellow; flower crowns; smiles where your eyes are squeezed shut

owl🦉 ~ blue-tinted nightlights; big, worn-out books; poems written on the back of receipts; herbal tea; the sound of rain putting you to sleep

raccoon�� ~ pastries & berries for breakfast; writing notes in pink pen; lace; the first time you get to wear sandals outside after winter; pearl earrings

rabbit🐇 ~ growing a herb garden; embroidering small flowers on your jean pockets; powdered donuts; painting your nails in shimmery colours

hedgehog🦔 ~ taking walks during dusk; crouching down to pet stray cats; earthy, neutral colour palettes; opening a window even when it’s raining

mouse🐀 ~ cotton candy; corduroy overalls; giggling when you’re not supposed to; ice cream truck music; small amusement parks; lava lamps

badger🦡 ~ farmer’s markets; sunflowers; buying iced coffee from a corner cafe; doc martens; making your own face masks; rose candles

snake🐍 ~ sage; parsley; matcha lattes with foam; knitted scarves; keeping a crystal collection; early morning mist; swimming in turquoise lakes

snail🐌 ~ cheesy teen romance novels; sprinkle donuts; vases of flowers in unexpected places; painting on your old shoes; white chocolate; yellow roses

fox🦊 ~ skinny jeans; oversized t-shirts; perfume sample cards; notes-to-self written on the back of your hand; different coloured nail polish on each finger

requested by @toomanystickershelpme !! thank you :)

playlists made by the talented @playlistcenter !! click on each creature to listen to the concept playlists :)

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elopez7228 · 5 years ago

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Scenic Route 15/47

Read on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18268208/chapters/43229774

Start over : https://elopez7228.tumblr.com/post/620919089893933056/scenic-route-0147

***

Rey woke up around six in the afternoon. Her clothes stuck to her sweat-drenched skin, much like her hair. BB8 was lying in the back seat, chewing on her old sock.

She shuffled out of the car, wondering how on earth she was going to make herself presentable. She’d showered yesterday but it felt like ages ago—in a matter of hours she had sweated, taken a tumble in the leaves, wandered into a thorn bush, rolled around in a pile of nettles, fought with an actual bear, and managed to sweat even more in the aftermath. She was covered in dirt, scratches, and leaf litter. Not to mentioned that she reeked of dog slobber. At this point, a shower seemed less of a luxury and more of a necessity. But where was she going to do that?

She recoiled at the thought of calling Ben Solo again. Better not get too dependent, too burdensome...what kind of post-breakup-soul-searching-road-trip would this be if she was constantly relying on the first man that crossed her path?

She opted for a campsite, she would have to spend the night somewhere anyway. And since she was sleeping in the car she wouldn’t have to bother with the whole tent business. She was carrying a lightweight dress and makeup essentials in her bag. It would suffice for this evening. As for BB8, she would be coming along—the poor girl—she didn’t have to spend the evening chained to the car.

***

Cigarette in hand, Ben reviewed Snoke’s responses to the leaked information from Rey’s phone as he sat on the terrace of the Town Square Tavern.

According to his files, her employer—Smart Berries—was a London-based startup specializing in targeted advertising. Their app used a patented algorithm to identify potential customers for various businesses. It was nothing remotely compromising. They had zero presence abroad. Just a team of fifty people, most of them myopic computer geeks or Frappuccino-guzzling business newbies. No connection whatsoever with Earth Soldiers or FORCE. Rey’s primary contacts consisted of her ex-fiancé Finn Storm who also worked in IT, and his boyfriend Poe Dameron who was a mechanic. She went out for lunch every afternoon, paid her taxes on time, donated regularly to cancer research initiatives, and lived a generally uneventful life. No prior political engagement, revolutionary plotting, activism, or discernable link to any ecological organizations whatsoever. The investigation into Jessika Pava returned similar results. The one thing that stood out to Ben was that Rey was born to absentee parents and raised by an adopted family.

“That makes two of us,” he sighed as he picked up his phone to text her his location. She would likely show up on time.

In the central plaza, a crowd of onlookers had gathered to watch a group of comedians perform an Old West skit. Saloon girls strutted around in billowy red satin bloomers. Military men paraded in on horses waving the Stars and Stripes, and daring cowboys performed a mock duel with toy pistols. The crowd was in full swing, laughing and cheering along.

Night fell slowly, the air still humid, the sky eventually turning pitch black. Kylo and the band dispersed into the crowd, with the exception of Syed who was still under orders to shadow Rey. Wherever she went, Syed was never far away. Syed tore through the crowd in Ben’s direction, silently wishing she was slicing through something else entirely.

Ben couldn’t help but find her beautiful, in her black leather pants, studded belt and combat boots. She stood in front of him, raising the cigarette she twirled between her fingers to her lips.

“So, how was your day?” he asked, feigning indifference.

“I went on a twelve mile hike, confronted a bear, saved your girlfriend’s life, and then watched her sleep for three hours. I wasn’t exactly idle. What about you?”

“You saved her life?” He exclaimed, no longer able to maintain a poker face.

“Yeah. She’ll probably tell you, she’s going to be here any minute now.” Syed responded, looking behind her as if to pick someone out of the crowd. Ben followed her gaze.

That’s when he saw her.

To this day he had only ever seen her in jeans and a t-shirt, her feet clad in ankle boots and her hair tousled at best. But now he hardly recognized the woman approaching him.

Rey was wearing a blush pink silk dress and high heeled sandals that accentuated her elegant figure. The silk flowed effortlessly down her body, held up by thin straps. She had evidently forgone a bra. Her hair was swept into a loose updo, with a few rebel strands escaping to frame her lightly made-up face.

Ben suddenly felt overly warm. He swallowed the lump in his throat, cursing his own weakness as he felt a blush creeping up his face. Syed tapped him under the jaw.

“Close your mouth or you’re going to catch flies.” She intoned.

Rey held a small purse in one hand (just big enough for her phone and wallet) and a leash in the other. BB8 trotted along nearby, chewing contently on a red rubber ball that was too large for her jaw and wagging her tail excitedly.

But the dog froze as soon as she caught sight of Ben, growling viciously. The sound that came out was garbled, muffled by the rubber ball. Ben rose to pull out a chair for Rey. He had a hard time finding the right words.

“Good evening. You look...beautiful. What will you be drinking?”

“Margarita, thanks.”

She sat down, hanging the leash on the back of her chair. BB8’s eyes were still glued to Ben as the growling continued. He looked down on her disdainfully and contemplated a swift kick in her direction. The dog was easily within range of his boot—but that would surely ruin the evening. He gingerly moved his foot away.

Syed broke her silence, crushing the end of her lipstick-stained cigarette into an ashtray. “I’m going to see what Saul is up to. Call me if you need me Kylo, I’ve got my cell.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heels and disappeared into the sea of passers by. A waitress brought a margarita for Rey and a pint of Rainier for Ben. They clinked glasses.

“So, did you have a good day?” Ben asked finally, strangely hesitant.

“I don’t know,” Rey replied, taking a long sip of the sugary tequila concoction through her straw. She looked up at Ben with gleaming eyes. “I fought a bear...”

“Oh, you too?” Ben asked, immediately regretting his untimely slip up.

Rey frowned, obviously perplexed. “What do you mean, me too? Do you know a lot of people who have fought bears?”

“Er no I meant—I thought it was just some British expression or something—to say that you’ve had a rough day?”

Rey burst out laughing.

Nice save.

“No, but it could be! Believe it or not, I fought an actual bear.”

Ben’s eyes widened. “If you fought a bear there’s no way you would have escaped, unscathed, to tell the tale.”

“You don’t believe me?” Rey feigned offense. “Would you bet on it?”

“A bet?” Ben took a gulp of his beer. He didn’t like where this conversation was headed. What the hell was the story with this bear? He knew Rey was danger-prone but this was too much even for her. “Alright, you’re on. What are the conditions?”

Rey lit up instantly. She had Ben right where she wanted him. He wasn’t particularly well dressed this evening but she found a surprising amount of grace, watching him in the dimming glow of twilight. His shoulders were massive and his mouth too large, his nose too long and his ears slightly too big for his face. She had lost count of his beauty marks. But it all seemed to work, his features coming together in atypical harmony. What she really liked was his hair. It fell in thick waves to the nape of his neck and she suddenly had the urge to run her fingers through it. The idea of sliding her nails through was enough to make heat bloom in her stomach.

She crossed her legs to clamp down on the impulse as she feigned an air of nonchalance. “If I can prove that I fought a bear today, you have to...let me pleat your hair.”

Ben broke out into a laugh—the genuine sort of laughter that Rey had never heard from him before. She smiled. It suited him, tracing dimples along his cheeks and revealing a row of slightly imperfect teeth. The nth little flaw that added to the equilibrium of his face.

“No way,” he finally managed after he caught his breath.

Disappointed, Rey pressed her lips into an exaggerated pout. “Tell me, what would you counter, then?” Rey asked politely.

“If I win you have to teach your dog to like me,” Ben replied without missing a beat.

Rey smiled inwardly, she was touched by the fact that he wanted to make friends with BB. She couldn’t help but find his intentions adorable.

“Alright,” she agreed, but only if you let me do your hair.”

“Okay.”

That would cost him. He wasn’t afraid of looking ridiculous—what he was really afraid of was the feel of her fingers running against his scalp. Would he be able to keep himself in check? What if she noticed he was half-hard? But the truth was he had a lot to gain if he won the bet.

Rey grinned triumphantly, reaching into her bag to take out a piece of metal which she placed on the table.

Ben held it between his fingertips. “What is this? A bullet?”

“Yep. It belongs to the hunter who scared the bear off,” she confirmed.

“The bear...that you fought with?” Ben had a hard time buying it.

Rey launched into a story, gesticulating wildly as she recounted her adventure: BB8, the chipmunk, the bear and the invisible shooter.

Ben licked his lips. It all corresponded with what Syed had so succinctly reported: Confronted a bear, saved your girlfriend’s life. He could have denied it, could have asked for additional evidence that she would never be able to supply. But he already knew it was true. What point would there be in antagonizing her and calling her a liar?

He nodded. “Okay, you win.”

Rey raised her arms in victory, it was her turn to laugh. “Are you ready for a makeover?”

“Here?” Ben sputtered incredulously.

Rey grinned mischievously. “It’ll happen whenever and wherever I choose tonight,” she countered, sipping on the rest of her cocktail. She was hungry too, her stomach growled in complaint.

And so they ordered pizza. BB8 perked up at the scent. She didn’t hesitate to butt the table with her snout in begging for a slice.

Rey caught Ben’s attention. “Give her a little piece,” she whispered, “and then pet her gently. She’ll warm up to you.”

Ben obeyed, albeit with caution. The dog growled, but was unable to resist the temptation of hot pizza. She swallowed the piece whole with a single movement of her jaw. Ben slowly retrieved his hand. BB reclaimed her rightful place next to Rey, who stroked her affectionately.

“That’s it, good dog. See him? That’s Ben. You’ll get used to him eventually. I’m sure he’ll give you more pizza, and you’ll be friends. What do you say, Ben?”

“I...suppose, yes.” He wasn’t quite at ease with the animal but in order for the mission to succeed, he would have to be able to approach Rey.

She finished her pizza and ordered a second margarita, all the while licking the salt on the rim of the glass from her fingers. She raised her honey colored eyes to Ben.

“So l’ll summarize what I know about you: you play music, you drive a big pickup, and you have history with the lead guitarist. Who are you, Ben Solo? Is music your business or your pleasure?”

He diverted his gaze. He had no intention of stumbling this time. “I tour with the band for a month at a time but...the rest of the time I work at a multinational company in Silicon Valley.”

“Oh? You’re in tech?”

“No, it’s in the industrial sector. What about you?” He turned the tables on her ”I know that you’re British, that you’re single as of late, that you like music and hiking, and that you fear solitude. What do you do in life, Rey?”

She blushed. “My title is Office Experience Manager. I work in HR at a startup where I handle the well-being of the team. I make sure that they like what we do and are happy with where they are.”

That was definitely her calling. There was something luminous about her, she was like sunshine. He didn’t doubt for an instant that she brought happiness wherever she went. Ben himself was so taciturn—more like moonlight—and yet he found himself changing in her presence.

“Why do you think that I fear solitude?” She asked, dreading the response.

Ben’s hand reached out and gently swept a loose lock of hair behind her ear. She trembled slightly, making his palm brush against her cheek. She was warm to the touch. He didn’t move his hand, somehow frozen in the moment. Rey closed her eyes.

“You say you’re travelling alone, but you keep coming back to me, again and again,” he murmured breathlessly, “why?”

“You’re the first person I met here, when I was in the depths of hell. You helped me, in your own way. Brash and intrusive...quintessentially American.”

Ben’s palm cupped her cheek. His hands were massive, he could have held her whole face in that palm.

“Rey.”

She blinked, coming back to her senses.

“Come.”

He rose, depositing a handful of cash on the table. She took the hand he offered her.

“What about BB8?” She asked softly.

“We’re not going very far. She can wait a few minutes.”

Rey let Ben pull her away—pull her in—far from the crowd. He lead her down the alley, a shelter away from prying eyes and public lighting. He grabbed her wrist, pinning her against the wall. Rey gulped. He was so close, and his gaze was so intense. He licked his lips, a tick that she had noticed on the first day they met. It gave away his apprehension. Or was it anticipation?

Slowly, she lifted her hands, and with a slight tremble, buried them in the dark waves of his hair. Obeying an irrepressible instinct, he took her face in both hands and crushed her mouth to his.

#reylo #fanfiction #modern AU #Scenic Route

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trekkele · 5 years ago

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1 s line fanfic ask: "James T Kirk!" Chris yells as he barrels across the sandy dune they've been abandoned on, chains still clunking around his wrists. "Don't you even think about putting that in your mouth!"

“James T Kirk!” Chris yells as he barrels across the sandy dune they’ve been abandoned on, chains still clunking around his wrists. “Don’t you even think about putting that in your mouth!”

Jim, looking like some sort of unholy cross between gangly teenager and curious toddler, shoved the apricot sized berry into his mouth and backed away guiltily. “What thing?” he asked, blinking innocently, as if he weren’t doing his best impression of a chipmunk. As if he hadn’t just eaten the food hostile aliens had left them with after chaining them up and air dropping them into a desert.

Chris paused, scanning the dunes with the sort of weaponized panic he found himself in frequently these days, trying very hard not to throw himself face first into the sand. Not only would it be pointless, it would probably chafe too.

But he wanted to.

“This,” he said, glaring over his shoulder at Jim’s unrepentant grin, “is the last fucking time I let Winona talk me into babysitting your dumb ass.”

send me an ask with the first line of a fic

#flash fic #ask game #star trek aos

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littlesparkyabdl · 5 years ago

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Sora’s Camping Trip Written by ThatYamiGuy I attempted to fix any grammer errors so if some still remain my apologys This Story Contain 18+ rated content be warned.

This image was available on patreon a month before anywhere else so if you wish to support me you can do so at https://www.patreon.com/LittleSparkyABDL

Fresh air, green grass, and no one in site. this was the life for sora!The little diaper dork was off in a nearby park, camping out for the weekend and so far had stayed close to camp and thus been able to go in just his diapies. Daddy said he wasn't worried about wildlife coming around because of the smell of Sora’s diapers (which in his defence, had totally gotten better with a change to his diet!) Still today after hours of begging, Sora was allowed to wander off on his own, as long as he stayed on the path, and didn't stay out after dark. (he also had a tracking device in his sneakers, but daddy didn't tell him about that)Still, in a loose blue t-shirt that read “lil lion” on it, with a lion of course in the background, and a pair of loose blue short(Loose enough to fit over the diapers, but not so loose as they fall down!) .finishing off with his sock, his shoes and a backpack (and well, duh, a clean thick new diapie, he had a change in the back pack if super needed but was understood if he could, he should just waddle back to dada.) he was off to explore the trails.Taking out a magnifying glass he leaned down to look at bushes here and there, mentally pretending to be in a jungle on research mission and muttered to himself in a stuffy old english accent."yes yes my boy.. i say.. quite rare don't you know. it's the famed dingus berries of abby nor.. quite tasty and totally poisonous unless served with pepsi cola." he commented to his imaginary companions.he was a far ways into the path now, so deep he doubted daddy would hear him now if he shouted..and toyed with mayyybe going back closer to camp, a nervous feeling welling up in his tummy. But then he thought about what Sparky would say if he found out Sora had totally wussed out after bragging up the camping trip for a week? "Ha ha! so much for being a little explorer! you couldn't even leave daddies side! diaper baby diaper baby!" Sparky would say and call him, and then show off his pull ups again and guh! "No way! I'm gonna go deeper!" Sora said out loud, making a fist even as he wet his diaper a little bit, and then headed off.five miniutes later Sora could hear what he assumed was MEANT to be music, but it sounded more like cat's being tortured to him and he put his hands over his ears, moving towards the sound. In a small little circular clearing there were three men, well boys more like it. the oldest would have to be 20 at best and the youngest 18. they were in ripped blue jeans and not wearing any shirts to fight the heat coming off of the camp fire they had going, to roast hot dogs. Their shirts were in a small pile and each one of them was holding a liquor bottle. "Can you turn your crappy music down?" Sora yelled at them, and thankfully the lead one, with a dirty blond crew cut turned down the old boom box they had been using. "Who the fuck are you?" he snarled while glaring at Sora."I-I'm.." Sora's voice wavered then he took a deep breath and took a step forward, hands on his hips."I'm Sora and i know for a fact that drinking in this park is illegal, plus this isn't a designated camp fire zone!" he said matter of factly. "So you bozo's better take off or else I'm gonna tell on you!" "...Is he fucking for real?" asked the punk with a shaved head, the one with long black greasy hair just giggled. "Yeah, I think he is. " Crew cut said and got up.he strolled over so far Sora barely had time to take a step back, which mean as he went to grab at Sora's shirt, he got a hand full of shorts and tripped, yanking them down as Sora tripped down to the shorts. As he laid there, in the dirt, bad music playing softly in the background...no one said anything. for at least 5 seconds. "Is that a ..he's wearing a fucking diaper!""A WET ONE!""Ahahaha!"as the jeers and taunts came Sora huffed and turned red in the face, and tried to kick crew cut in the face but that just got his pants yanked off and then they were giving him a diaper wedgie, making Sora howl and yowl like one of those awful singers and hurting his boy parts till he was sobbing how sorry he was."Pleassse! I'll do anything! stop hurting me!" the poor big baby sobbed, hung by his diaper on a study tree branch, hands together pleading..and due to the pressure on his nether regions his pleas sounded like the came from alvin the chipmunk."anything huh?" crew cut asked, and chugged from his whiskey. "Alright then.. "with that he ripped at the tapes of the diaper, letting sora fall onto his hands and knees.the big baby whined from the pain but when he looked up, there was a throbbing cock looking back at him."you said anything." Crew cut chuckled."Y-Yes Sir.." Sora mewed softly, as the wet cock head pushed against his cheek and lips.Finally he opened his mouth and relaxed, and let the brute face fuck him even as the other two whistled."Holy hell, he must be a total fucking cum dump, no gagging!" Cue ball was gushing."heh, he probably came out here just to find some fun." Long hair said, having his throat fucked always put Sora in bottom bitch modeWhen cue ball got impatient he started to spit on his finger, he then positioned himself behind Sora. Sora himself started to meep and moan as the finger penetrated his ass, this in turn made his eyes role back. "yeahhh i don't think he needs any more prep work." cue ball snorted.Sora was pulled off of crew cut's cock while cue ball lined up, getting ready to enter (he didn't wanna risk a bite) and so as cue ball slide right into Sora’s back door the lil diaper baby screamed out "GOO GOO GAGA!" as he came hands free just from that, and making the punks laugh."goo goo gaga? fucking really?" Long hair teased but Sora's response cut short as crew cut went back to face fucking him, though now Sora’s hands massaged his thighs.And with every thrust in Sora was clenching and unclenching, trying to milk the dick being buried deep in his bowel and pushing his hips out to meet cue balls thrustsA low moan was building up in all three of them, as they kept up their fuck pyramid, and even with the punks moaning about how fucking gay it was cue ball and crew cut kissed as both of them shot their loads deep into Sora, Sora of course shot anther load himself. 'at.. at least it's over..' Sora though, cum drizzling out of his mouth and his asshole. "So, your wanna switch?" crew cut was asking. "Actually i was thinking Tray deserves a turn." cue ball was saying.'oh shit..'Three hours later Sora was stumbling in just a diaper and his socks, farting noisily and pausing every few step to belch or push out more cum into the seat of his diaper. Honestly, he wouldn't of minded the gang bang AS much, it'd been fun after they all got into it, if they hadn't of sprayed him with beer. not he was sticky and icky he also smelled gross and wanted daddy! Stumbling out of the woods and into the clearing, Sora spotted daddy who was coming out of the tent, geared up, apparently to go looking for him and ran over, going to pick him up then stopping and raising an eyebrow. "do..I wanna know?" he asked. "I hate camping. let's stay at home and play with toys." Sora mewed as he started to hug Riku.

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angryteapot · 6 years ago

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Would you write something about listening to your favorite Era of music with Steve and bucky?

Heh oops, my fingers slipped and this is longer than I anticipated. Sorry anon, hope this is what you were looking for! If not, just pop back in with another ask :)

Your morning started off surprisingly well - you woke up slowly and well rested, not sore and exhausted for once. The sun was shining brightly, and you had an extra bounce in your step as you went about your morning routine.

You slid down the compound hallway in your socks, giggling to yourself as you slipped and slid until you reached the kitchen. The place seemed empty, which made sense when you thought about it.

Clint and ‘Auntie Nat’ went to spend a week at the farm since everything was quiet in the world. Tony and Pepper were on a relaxing getaway for her birthday, and Thor was nowhere to be found, probably on Asgard. You assumed Sam was having a good time with his new girlfriend, he kept sending random pictures of his food…

Mmmm, food. Since it was only Steve and Bucky left in the compound, you decided to cook a big breakfast. They were most likely on their morning jog, so you had no qualms about asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play your ‘Sunshine Mix’ on full blast.

That playlist was reserved for your really good days, when you wanted to dance and sing loudly without a care. Today was one of those days, ridiculously happy and light.

You were belting out the lyrics to the upbeat song, swaying your hips as you sang with the pancake spatula as a microphone. You twirled around to grab the ever-growing plate of fluffy pancakes, only slightly startled when you saw Steve in his sleep clothes, leaning against the counter with a smile on his face.

Instead of being embarrassed, you dramatically pointed the spatula at him, singing the next song verse loudly and dancing ridiculously. He was fighting laughter, his heart light at the sight of you being so carefree.

You winked at him and turned back to the griddle, this time placing bacon down. The song switched to another fast-paced song, this one being one that Steve recognized. he sidled up next to you, grabbing a pan and starting on the ingredients for egg scramble you had laid out.

He grabbed his own wooden spoon and started singing along with you, hip occasionally bumping yours as you both swayed to the beat. You both finished up and turned the burners off, starting to artistically plate the abundance of food. Steve would arrange everything on the plate, and you would move smoothly behind him, body still moving to the beat, putting berries and syrup and whipped cream to make a smiley face.

“What the heck are you two listening to? And why are you so…. happy? Steve almost never dances.” You and Steve turned at the sound of Bucky’s sleepy voice. You openly laugh at his appearance - low slung sweats, t-shirt, bare feet and messy hair falling out of its haphazard bun.

“Oh come on grumpy, don’t tell me this isn’t great music?” You danced towards him, holding your hand out in invitation, beckoning him to dance with you towards the steaming plate of food.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, doll, this all sounds like the same song to me. Whatever happened to good old-fashioned tunes?” He crossed his arms, shaking his head at you. He sounded grumpy, but his eyes twinkled with happiness and mischief at seeing you and Steve so carefree.

You put a hand on your chest, expressions one of mock hurt. “How dare you, Barnes? These songs are from possibly the greatest era of music ever to grace the industry! S’not my fault you don’t know what good music is.”

You move back towards Steve, who is grinning at his best friend in a ‘hah, loser,’ sort of way when you grab him and start dancing to the new song. Steve takes charge and quite literally sweeps you off your feet, holding you to his chest as he dances you around the kitchen, wiggling his eyebrows at a pouting Bucky.

“Oh yeah? I’ll show ya some quality music from the best genre and artists. Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y., play my dancing mix, would’ya?”

The song was nothing like your playlist, but you got into the swing of things. As Steve was twirling you to the song, Bucky swooped in and stole you right from Steve’s arms. At that moment, you learned why Bucky was always being stolen away by dames for a dance.

He twirled you expertly, his strong grip on you making you dizzy as he danced you around the kitchen. Steve was to the side, pouting but laughing at you two. You, however, were grinning hugely and laughing as Bucky shone brighter than the sun with his smile.

You and Steve could see the old Bucky, happy and carefree, dancing his feet off with you. The song ended, and Bucky pulled you closer, placing a smacking kiss on your forehead before leading you over to the now-cold breakfast plates.

“And that, doll, is how you do it.” His smug smile was irresistible, and you shoved a piece of bacon in your mouth, eyes crinkling as your eyes squinted and your lips formed a smile around the bacon.

Steve and Bucky laughed at your chipmunk cheeks, digging in to their own plates while the music played on. On that morning, in that moment, the world was peaceful and a trio of dorky superheroes laughed and smiled without a care.

#tea answers #tea loves her followers #anon #reader insert #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader

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leonbastralle · 7 years ago

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Rosa Pt.2

Honestly sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t mind you disappearing because your catching up stuff always makes me extra happy XD I honestly don’t know how you do it.

grumpysimmies replied to your photo “Before my followers raise a mutiny because these guys are no longer in...”

AND I WILL DON'T WORRY YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE

I do ;_; the first couple q&a would have been nothing without you.

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Replies To The Spammers”

I'm looking forwards to get to know the chars you have yet to talk about xD

all my Ryders to be (Jian&Des, plus Olympia and Chikelu) are the most wip characters ever so there’s really not much to say (apart from how much I love Jian and Des’ dynamic)

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Replies To The Spammers”

You can never take too much moments to appreciate how cute a sim/char can be

true too, it gets weird tho when it’s your own

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Replies To The Spammers”

I'd personally come for them if they had something to say about ficus ._____.

same

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Replies To The Spammers”

I'm forever indebted to Carys since Flame's never going to age up xD

I will make sure to pass it on ;)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Happy birthday, Snowdrift Miracle (10/21)! When a char isn’t even...”

I'm still not over this

we will never be over them I assure you

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “@pixeldemographics dared me to do this, so I did it. This isn’t THE...”

AS IF I DIDN'T LOVE FICUS WAY TOO MUCH ALREADY

I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO TURN OUT THIS WAY (expect to also love Aur, Flame, Snowdrift, Tabasco and Shine a lot more at some point...just saying. Things might or might not be happening.)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

Remind me to never get on your bad side Annie xD

it’s...not hard? tbh. But I wouldn’t let it get this far unless it’s a repetitive thing XD plus I couldn’t be mean irl, worst thing I’d do is rant abt a nameless friend to another friend

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Salim: Nononono! You can’t do this! It’s illegal! Shine: I can’t do...”

I LOVE HOW SHINE IS ENJOYING THIS WAY TOO MUCH

tbh I ruined the poor innocent child

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Salim: Ugh! Neighbor, what is it! It’s not even late this time! Not...”

You shouldn't Salim

that doesn’t work Rosa we tried

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Do you see this face? This face is the face of someone who is up to no...”

All the Salims I know are assholes xD

OOOOO I NEED TO KNOW MORE

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “G: Uh, hi neighbor. S: Hey. G: … S: … G: … S: … G: … S: … G: … S: … G:...”

Also me whenever I'm with someone I'm not used to

same

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: Uh…Opal, why are you crying? O: *sobs* I just…I just love Sprout so...”

Same

same

...xD

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

LOOK AT THIS PRECIOUS CHILD

I KNOW

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “When she’d calmed down, I sent her to visit some old pals! I mostly...”

I guess this answered my question about not seeing Sprout Jewel and Bonsai anymore xD

evidently ;) and this isn’t the end either! Just you waittttt

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Flame is more than happy to see his son again!”

And I'm more than happy to see him

why am I not surprised XD

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

I hope it's their tent and not the kids'

it was xD Sparkle and the girls shared the big one.

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Look mum I brushed my hair!”

But seriously I feel like it's so hard actually find lasting friends from uni (but it's their loss if they ignore you)

is it rly tho? like it obviously hurts me too so it’s also my loss xD but yeah...I agree it IS difficult. I feel like ppl are at that point in life where they are no longer looking for permanent close friends?

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

It's really pretty ;-;

it is! I’m so glad I finally got to explore it a bit, the scenery is the best ;_; and my berry name for it is even better tbh.

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It looks like she's sniffing sun rays xD

AAAAAA THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE PERF GEN YELLOW THING I WILL CRY

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “#tinybeanconfirmed”

I died.

do you think I didn’t

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: Do you…do you think I’m a bad mum? S: *gasps* Trellis, please… T:...”

Shine may deserve the worLD BUT YOU ARE THE WORLD TRELLIS ;________;

JDAHBSJHGBJSHGBAJKSHFBAKSJFANKSJGBANSKJGBDF

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “G: Oh look at this! I love this movie, it’s so funny! C: But my cake…...”

Cake cannot wait

it’s wisdom

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “B: These kids, man. What did the boss mix into his aniseed to make...”

ALL THE KIDS TOGETHER

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “B: These kids, man. What did the boss mix into his aniseed to make...”

NOW THAT WOULD'VE BEEN PERFECT IF GLOW WAS THERE

I KNOW AND I KNOW ;-;

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “S: Geoffrey? Hey, buddy! Wait up!!”

Worst case he'd die from the serum no big deal

well Shimmer is...still alive I think (okay yeah she is she’s in the posts later)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Their flat is ACTUALLY haunted. Pathi is good with ghosts though,...”

I still can't believe they actually love the fact it's haunted ._.

they’re really into this stuff xD my little adrenaline junkies

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THIS OH MAN THIS

I KNOW (you’ll love the next bit of the queue)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “S: 8D

He always look so suave I love him

you think? ;_; cause he isn’t

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Have I ever told you that you’re an idiot?” “Not in the last twenty...”

This shot of them is too good too beautiful I can't

AAAAAAAA ;_; I was so disappointing cause I wanted a different pose but I think in the end this WAS a great one so...yeah. Why did I start this again?

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “G: Hi! Thank you for adopting me! Everyone else said I’m too...”

YOU'RE NOT TOO BOISTEROUS YOU'RE PERFECT

SHE IS BUT SHE DOESN’T KNOW

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “yes simself cameo judge me”

Look at that smile ;-;

she’s too pretty it’s not okay

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Dear diary! Tomorrow I’m getting a new sister. Her name is Glade and...”

Connie you pure child ;____;

SHE IS MY MOST NAIVE BABY

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “a mad bab”

I wanna pinch her cheeks

dude me too but in that moment she’d have hated you

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Coexisting peacefully.”

I love how it seems that Shine is tenderly laughing at Trellis for being a goof and that's just way too fucking cute I can't ;________;

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grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

TRUE

IDK WHAT TO REPLY ANY MORE

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “A wonderful glitchy family.”

It looks very painful xD

and beautiful

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “The many faces of Ficus Elderberry, bonus Snowdrift.”

I SAY THIS ANYTIME I SEE HIM BUT HIS FACE

HE HAS ONE YES JUST IMAGINE

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “I apologise for the German, but basically, Malachite keeps messaging...”

HE'D BETTER FEEL GUILTY

I’d say something but it’d be spoilers

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Some miraculously good ice cream!”

Now I wanna eat some

not me I’m so cold

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset

CAN I HUG THIS CHILD PLS

I WISH YOU COULD

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Browsing parenting forums!”

Me (except I'm not pregnant and I don't even have lover)

I think google probably thinks I’m pregnant all the time because I keep looking at names

grumpysimmies replied to your post “Annie of Green Cheeks says Hi”

The cutest chipmunk ;____;

brah nah

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “He proceeded to invade their personal space. At least he was quiet so...”

He's got a way with charming his new neighbors

not really...at this point they’re actual in game enemies

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Oh yay here we go… S: Hey, neighbors! Could you please tone it down a...”

How.dare.he.compare.donut.trumpet.to.aur.

I was mad and now his char is ten times worse than he rly is

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: So you’re sure the Sparkles clan doesn’t need this flat any more?...”

Does that mean we won't get to see Jewel and Bonsai and even Sprout? :c

;)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “F: I KNOW YOU WANT ME YOU KNOW I WANT CHA I KNOW YOU WANT MEEEEE-HEE...”

THE FACE HE'S MAKING TOTALLY MAKES IT UP FOR THE SONG

what do you mean this song is gr8 it sums things up just well

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Celebratory dancing!”

HOW CUTE IS SHE

VERY

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: Okay, I still feel kind of bad. It’s your parents’ closet after...”

and who knows what said parents did in that closet xD

...it’s confirmed they did A LOT and so did their grandparents

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “T: Wait - Shine! Before you go inside! I, um, you know I’m not much of...”

These babies ;____________;

I know ;_;

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “R: Glow!!!! Will you take me out? G: Uh, sure! I mean, I just got here...”

and I'm hopeless when it comes to him

good good he needs more fans always

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “A: Take my hand, love, and never let go. F: Stop it, I’m gonna cry.”

I'm gonna cry too

I did tbh

grumpysimmies replied to your post “˜º for Pointy?”

I hate beetroots too xD

I have a weird relationship with them...I love them but they must be very few

grumpysimmies replied to your post “˜º Flame!

I wanna eat his ice cream ;__;

I wanna eat everything vegetarian he makes because he’s so good (and watch him make it it’s a show)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “this doesn’t go with the storyline but lookit Sprout is so pretty”

I die every time I look at this beautiful child (and all the other beautiful children on this simblr let's be real)

;_________; DONT

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “F: Son! So good to see you around! How are you doing are you good?”

YES it's very good to see him around ;___;

as always ;)

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Here’s a ton of Gabefaces cause I can’t choose one or two or three xD...”

oh man it's actually very nice to put faces on names xD

ohhhhh right this must be the first time you see his original self! I’m obsessed with his face tbh

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “S: Trellis! You came! T: Of course I did! It was no work at all to...”

my brain stopped at 'pretty face'

Shine’s too

#grumpysimmies #replies #non-sims #saviorhide #sorry for the giant wall of text :/ pls nobody leave me for it

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thecorteztwins · 7 years ago

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(This takes place between X-Men: Magneto War #1 and Magneto Rex. At the end of X-Men: Magneto War #1, the Acolytes ask for Xavier to take them in, and Fabian, seeing that he has lost them, flees. In Magneto Rex, Fabian is alone in the woods by a campfire when Magneto appears to him and forces him to come with him to Genosha to serve him again or else. The woman in this story, Cybele, is indeed a canon character whom I’ve done some fanart of before HERE. The conflict with her daughter Thena that Fabian refers to happened during the Quicksilver miniseries. If you’re hoping for a story, this isn’t one. There’s no conflict, no rising/falling action, no resolution, none of that. It’s honestly just a prolonged interaction between two characters I like, for my own enjoyment, that doesn’t go anywhere, and it’s not even humorous, so like, there’s really not much point in reading unless you just wanna witness the miracle of Fabian being nice to a woman without sexual intent.) Fabian had been on his own since the Acolytes had betrayed him in their last conflict with the X-Men. Though he had been born royalty and not lacked for money most of his life, in this country he was a fugitive. That meant no resources. Locked credit cards, lack bank accounts, and a face known internationally thanks to his broadcast when he took over Genosha and murdered their government. He could not travel by plane, nor take shelter anywhere too public. He had to instead trek through the wilderness, the outskirts, keeping out of sight. It was hard to buy food, and even harder to find it. He was no outdoorsman, no survivalist hunter. But since his wandering had brought him to this Colorado forest, his luck had changed, at least as far as finding food went. Except, he wasn't really finding it. It was being given to him. After his first few nights here, marked by futile attempts at hunting and foraging, he had awoken in his meager shelter to find near his face, presented on a large leaf, an assortment of edible roots and berries. They weren't even bad palate-wise, though he'd have still devoured them even if they'd been crabapple-bitter. He questioned it, of course. Besides the lack of explanation in general, there was also the possibility of poison. He had no shortage of people who wanted him dead, thanks to his many successful performances as a so-called supervillain. But he had no other options, and when the first few tastes failed to so much as make him sick, he allowed himself to partake in the rest. Same for when the mystery repeated the next day, and the next, and the next. He looked for his benefactor---assuming their motive was indeed to be that---of course. But even when he stayed up all night, they did not appear. Not before his eyes, anyway. But each night, when he was looking elsewhere, he would turn around to look in yet another direction...and find a new 'plate' there. Yet not only did he never see anything, he never heard anything either. Fabian feigned sleep instead one night, trying to catch them this way. But the result was the same. There was no one there. And then there was food. Perhaps the forest was enchanted. In the Marvel universe, this was no fanciful notion, but a realistic possibility. Magic was a known fact. Some debated it as simply 'science we do not yet understand' but it came down to the same thing. But his theatrical slumbers did, in fact, lead to the discovery he sought. Just not in the way he had intended. While in the midst of one such performance, a small woodland creature----a chipmunk, a field mouse, a vole, a baby bunny, it was too dark, he didn't really know---approached him curiously. Closer and closer it got. And he remembered how much he missed meat, the one thing his unseen 'forest friend' had not yet provided for him. When it had gotten near enough to sniff at him timidly, he grabbed it with lightning reflexes, and was about to wring its tiny neck--- And was promptly smacked upside the head by something quite heavy and forceful, causing him to drop his would-be dinner.

“So long as you dwell in my forest, I will bring you sustenance for survival,” said a female voice, “But harm its creatures, and you will be harmed in kind!”

Before him was a beautiful woman, tall and extremely slender, her strawberry blonde hair reaching down to her calves. Well, tall by most standards; had Fabian bee standing, he would have towered over her by six inches. Given her costume--a low-cut bodysuit, thigh high boots, and opera gloves, all black trimmed with pink, plus a pink necklace and tiara---she was doubtlessly a superhero or supervillain. It was hard to say which, both favored equally sluttish attire. And to think some had the gall to call themselves the ‘good’ girls! So, was she here for some purpose related to that? Or simply to offer herself sexually to him? Maybe that’s what this had all been about, she’d been too shy to approach him directly, but could not let such a magnificent hunk of man waste away before her eyes either. ”Who are you?” he asked her, not yet getting up from the ground, “Why have you helped me?” She hesitated, seeming to consider whether she wanted to answer him or not, until she replied, “I am called Cybele. In times past, humans also knew me as Gaea, Rhea, Agdistis, Dyndymene.” Her tone suggested she was not so much trying to impress him with this list of mythological monikers so much as tentatively assuming he might know her by one or another. But, he did not, and as much as he tried to keep himself abreast of prominent superhumans with whom he might come into contact or conflict, he knew of no Cybele either. ”You are not, then, human yourself, I take it?” Again, she hesitated, and then returned his question with the same, “Are you?” Fabian looked as though he might laugh, but instead got to his feet and drew himself up proudly to his full and impressive height, “I am a mutant, my lady. Born from the flatscan humans, but far beyond them, possessed of extraordinary abilities by divinity’s grace and nature’s caprice! I am called Fabian Cortez---have you not heard of me?” The corners of her mouth lifted gently at his bombastic display, “I have not. Very little reaches me here in my self-imposed isolation. And the matters of mortals matter little to me. For like you, I am not human---I am what it is called an Eternal.” She looked surprised when he replied, “An Eternal? I’ve faced one of your kind combat once before---not to imply you all know each other, of course, but since she’s known enough as a “hero” even among humanity...does the name ‘Thena’ hold any familiarity to you?” Her look of surprise turned steely, “She is my daughter.” ”Oh.” Fabian’s flowery speech finally faltered as he tried to scramble for a way out of this turning anywhere from awkward to downright violent, “I...ah...I didn’t hurt her.” Cybele’s expression softened, her eyes almost twinkling, “No, I doubt you could.” In other cases, Fabian might have taken offense to this statement---just because his mutant powers weren’t as flashy as some didn’t mean he should be underestimated, though all the better for him if fools did so---but he found himself softening a bit towards this woman, knowing she was a mother, one who had taken care of him at that. Instead of telling her how much he could have hurt her child, he reassured her how much he hadn’t,

”I helped her, actually. My leader at the time, Exodus---a madman, but one of great power, hence why I was forced to serve him---set me and my Acolytes against her and the Heroes for Hire, but I had no quarrel with her. What’s more, I tried to free her once I had the chance! We agreed to fight Exodus together, and though that did not come to pass---she went ahead without my aid, and I regret to tell you, I believe she would have fared far better with it---we would once against unite later against the fiends known as the High Evolutionary and Quicksilver, both gone mad with power from a substance called Isotope E.” Fabian’s story was...reasonably true. He’d changed one or two things, or presented them with a slightly more flattering tone than perhaps was justified. When Exodus had held the Heroes for Hire prisoner, Fabian had indeed come to Thena in secret and offered to free her if she would, with the help of his power-boosting, defeat Exodus for him...and murder her unconscious teammates if she refused. And both she and he had been there when the madness of Isotope E temporarily consumed the High Evolutionary and Quicksilver. But given that they had not interacted during this, and that Fabian, in classic Fabian fashion, had extricated himself from this battle the soonest moment that he could, whilst Thena stayed and fought, claiming they had ‘united’ was perhaps a bit of a fib. No, no, not a fib, just---an exaggeration. A simplification, really, because the entire story was so complex as to be irrelevant. He was just leaving out all the bits that didn’t matter.

Cybele sighed, turning slightly from him, “Alas this is why it is better I receive minimal news of my daughter exploits among mortals. Despite knowing that she is as much indestructible and immortal as any living being can be, I cannot help but fear for her. Ever since I lost my husband--" She cut herself off, putting a hand over her mouth and closing her eyes in apparent grief. Shock and sympathy overtook Fabian at the information she was not just a mother, but a widow. Instantaneously he had the urge to take care of her, this poor languishing flower who so well attended to all the duties of womanhood, who remained faithful to her husband even after his death, so devoted she eschewed society entirely t o mourn for him, the goddess!

Of course, the urge was just that, an urge. Fabian never actually took care of anyone but himself, and he was certainly in no position right now to do otherwise anyway. Still, he felt pity for her, and appreciation for how she performed her duties in both roles so well---the mother who frets even for her capable adult child, the widow who withdraws from all else to mourn her husband. Perhaps she did not realize what she wore was so slatternly? Yes, that must be it, surely her garb--or lack thereof---lacked the connotations that it held in too much society. Because she was clearly too much of a lady for the alternative.

“I’m deeply sorry,” he said gently and sincerely, “You...you say your kind are normally...immortal? That is why you appear no older than Thena herself?” She nodded, still looking askance, eyes still shut, expression still pained. He could see why---she could never join her husband in death, but must instead mourn his loss forever, never moving on. Nothing else would be proper, after all. And she was such a proper woman, her maternal instincts clearly stirred by sighting him alone and hungry, and even for the poor little vermin he’d been about to strangle and crush for sustenance. Deciding to test his theory on her attire, he removed his treasured cape---not really intending to give it up, however, at least not for long---from his shoulders and held it out to her.

“There is a slight chill in this forest at night. It must be even worse for you, slim and willowy as you are. Might I offer you my cloak for the evening?” “You are kind---but keep it for yourself. Eternals feel no cold.” Ah, as he had suspected. He re-fastened the garment, glad to not have had his offer actually taken. Relinquishing his cape was not something he wished to do for anyone. Though...he supposed he wouldn’t have minded letting her use it for just a little while, if she had. It would be the proper thing to do. He was a gentleman, after all. And he did want to-- His eyes went to the side for but a moment, and she was once more gone, without even a sound. A teleporter, he suspected, one whose gift included no such fanfare as mists or bamfs. When she did not reappear the next day or next night---though the food still came--he began to resign himself that it might be the last he saw of her. She was probably too demure to speak at length to a man, especially one as intimidating as he. Oh, if only he were not so muscular and statuesque! But on the third night, she came back. He had been looking at his campfire, the first he’d felt the need to make, and then there she was when he looked up. “Please, douse that out,” she said, “I do not wish my forest risked.” “My Lady, please,” he entreated, “You may not feel the cold, but I do.” (This is about where I burnt out. They were gonna have some more conversation but nothing really important, and eventually there would be something that forced Fabian to relocate. Since Cybele’s forest is canonically in Colorado, and there’s two super-vilains that I know of who are also from Colorado--Volcana and Titania---so I was thinking of having them have something to do with that. Like a super-battle leading to Volcana accidentally causing a forest fire like Cybele was concerned about, or Titania attracting the attention of superheroes that Fabian wants to avoid. Something like that. But like I said I just kinda petered out.)

#fic #writing #cybele

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jrazillashadowworks · 7 years ago

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Tranquil Hearts: Of Vines and Flame Chapter 3

Well, finally got another chapter of this Punky romance finished! I really hope you enjoy this silliness.

Paul was at a complete loss, as the young man across from him, smiled brilliantly, an air of innocence flashing across his countenance. “I’ve never seen you before!” the new arrival exclaimed excitedly, patting the horse’s neck gingerly. Their voice was soft yet playful, much like a gentle breeze. “Is this your friend?”

The mayor’s mouth moved but no words escaped his dry lips. Befuddled and exhausted, he stood there awkwardly. For some strange reason, a sudden wave of relief washed over Paul, as if the new arrival brought peace with them. “Y-yes,” he replied, finally finding his voice after swallowing. “He got away from me when that roar spooked him. I thought I had lost him.”

Blinking wildly, utterly fascinated, the young man, who looked to be but a couple years younger than the Mayor nodded. “Good thing I found him then! I was able to calm him easily. I’m good with animals, see!”

“Clearly you are. Thank you very much,” Paul said with a warm, grateful smile, the normal, elegant cadence returning to his tone. Remembering the niceties, a rosy blush set into his cheeks. “My names Paul. Sorry for not introducing myself sooner. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Although he reached his hand out stiffly, around the horse’s front, the other simply tilted his head at the gesture before walking before the Mayor.

Paul got a clear view of the young man now, trying his best to not show that he was looking him over. Standing but an inch taller than himself, they wore a dirt splotched, form fitting white shirt, under a weathered, black leather, fur brimmed and cuffed hunter’s jacket. Slightly baggy, faded black pants covered their legs, ripped holes revealing patches of scrapped and bruised skin underneath. Tied haphazardly to his feet were scuffed, high rise, leather boots. Thick, messy, windswept hair crowned his head, black with a strange white stripe down the middle, a few pale strands hanging in his handsome face, as the rest was brushed back. Though he would never admit it, the Mayor was reminded of the skunk that ran across his path yesterday.

“I’m Skunky,” the young man chimed.

The Mayor’s jaw slacked slightly at the name, though he quickly collected himself as to not seem rude. Though it was almost assured to be only a nickname, anyone could understand the reasoning behind it. Before he could focus on it too long, or respond, Skunky suddenly closed the gap between them and hugged Paul tight. Surprised, a blossom of pink, flushed his cheeks, as strong arms wrapped around. Unaccustomed to this impropriety of social norms, Paul hesitated, stuttering softly in the embrace before awkwardly hugging back. However, a sudden whiff of the gentle, pleasant aroma of fresh plotted earth and pine wafting off the young man, cleared his mind, and relaxed him. It was a scent of pure nature.

Pulling away, the one known as Skunky, flashed their glorious smile. “You are the prettiest and best smelling person I have ever met!”

As if he wasn’t blushing already, Paul’s face tinted a deep, beet red now, inwardly giggling that they had the same thoughts about the other. Eyes shifting to the ground, he fidgeted on the spot, even though he heard no underlining meaning to his words, no flirtation. This strange man was simply complimenting him, innocently.

“T-Thank you, Skunky.” Though he wanted to compliment back, finding Skunky more than a little attractive, he kept himself from doing so, not wanting to make the situation any more awkward for himself. Not to mention, it was against the social standards set for him. He even reprimanded himself for even thinking such things.

“You’re welcome!” Skunky’s expression turned thoughtful. “So were you simply taking an enjoyable stroll through the forest?”

“Actually…” Trailing off, Paul reminded himself the reason he had come out here in the first place. “I know it’s going to sound silly but I was searching for the one known as the forest spirit.”

Skunky’s brows shot up, and it was only then that Paul noticed a small scar that cut the right brow in half at its edge. “Forest spirit?”

“Well, let me explain. We were fixing up a wildlife reserve in the forest that a storm had destroyed. I, along with my assistant Amara, paid a visit to the volunteers to see their progress and show our support.” He didn’t have to worry about Skunky losing interest, the young man seemed to be hanging on every word Paul was saying. The absolute focus made him blush more. “However, when we arrived, the volunteers met us with the news that it had been repaired by the Spirit. So I simply left a letter for them as thanks…”

His words dragged as the last of his breath seeped through his lips. Before continuing, Skunky cocked his head to the side. “Letter?” Reaching into his jacket, the young man procured the folded up note. “This?”

Amazed, Paul’s countenance dropped, making Skunky chuckle lightly. “That’s a silly face you are making.”

“Are you?” His voice was barely intelligible. “The spirit?”

“I don’t know what a spirit is, but, I am the one who fixed the um…what did you call it?”

“Reserve.”

“Yes! That!”

The Mayor’s face showed all kinds of emotion now, parched lips muttering over muddled words. The amount of sheer luck was almost fantastical coming out of the disaster that had unfolded only minutes before. Paul had come face to face with the spirit he was searching for after all. Through the flood of pure relief, he felt warm tears well up in his eyes though he quickly wiped them away. A rush of exhaustion followed. Staggering, Skunky nearly lunged forwards to keep him upright.

“Are you okay?!” Genuine worry filled his tone and features, for the person he had just met.

Latching onto Skunky out of reflex, he smiled wearily. “Yes. I’m just very tired.” Feeling the bone dry fingers clawing his scorching throat he added, “And thirsty.”

“Why don’t you come to my house for a bit then? You can relax for a while and I can bring you some fresh spring water! It’s not too far from here.”

Silence ensued as the Mayor looked him in the eyes, glistening emeralds of pure innocence and kindness. Though it went against all sane thinking for him to follow someone he just met into the forest, Paul couldn’t help but feel an unnatural ease around this man. He mustered a nod and Skunky hopped for joy, letting out a jubilant laugh.

“Why don’t you ride on your friend here?” Skunky asked, while patting the saddle. “I can lead him on by the um, the strap things.”

“Reins?”

“Right!”

Paul felt bad that his new companion would be walking alongside him instead of riding, he did not fuss over it however, and carefully lifted onto the horse. Sitting up high, he looked down at Skunky who was stroking the muzzle of the horse gently and speaking very softly. Paul was unable to pick up what he was saying. He wanted to ask but of course kept from doing so. There was no need to pester him about such things. With a gentle tug of the reins, they were off back into the forest.

There was no need to worry about getting lost, this time. His guide, led him into the foliage, and down invisible pathways through the green, Paul had figured Skunky had traversed countless times before. Now, he was able to finally relax and catch his bearings. He looked about as golden beams of sunlight peeked between the branches, creating cones of dancing light on the lush surroundings.

Skunky checked back on Paul periodically through the trip, as if to make sure he was still there. Each time their eyes met, the Mayor would blush again. It was getting ridiculous and oh so embarrassing, though Skunky did not seem to notice. Was he even going to survive this? He wondered. Finally breaking through the tree line, they stepped into a magical place.

The Mayor was awestruck when he viewed the fantastical meadow, nestled perfectly within the forest. Pale, healthy grass, made up the ground, not a single dead or dry blade within the entire vicinity. Beds of yellow, purple, and myriads of other colored flowers spotted here and there, boxed in by tiny stones. Leafy vines, lined the grass, creating designs much like the ones around the habitat. These snaking trails, led up to a decent sized, white stone, circular hut at the very center. The vines clung to its sides, coiling together around the doorway and up to the plank wood roof, which had multiple finches tittering on its peak.

Squirrels, bunnies, chipmunks and even a skunk played about in the area, unperturbed and content. It was a small paradise, Paul had never imagined would be in this forest. Skunky lived up to his title. “This is my place,” Skunky chimed, throwing his hands out, dramatically, showcasing everything between his arms.

Paul tried to reply but was still in a cathartic trance, tears welling up from the sheer beauty. “It’s absolutely astonishing,” he whispered.

“That’s good right?”

Lolling his head into a nod, Skunky giggled. “Yay!”

Leading the horse up to the front door, Skunky held out his hands to help Paul dismount and once he was planted safely on the ground, opened the door for him. “Make yourself at home!”

Stepping inside, his feet clapped against the cracked floorboards that squeaked under his weight. While Skunky hurried around, Paul scanned the interior. It was a very humble abode, compared to what it looked like on the outside, with a very low table in the center of the floor with two, moth bitten, embroidered pillows, he assumed were used for chairs, placed on either side of it. An ashen, fireplace was set inside the left wall with a dull pot, in dire need of polishing, hanging over the burnt wood. Sacks full of different nuts and berries sat on either side, giving off a natural, sweet and hearty aroma that masked the barely noticeable stench of burnt wood.

Skunky’s clothes, riddled with holes, were haphazardly folded on top of a chipped, faded oaken dresser, the drawers missing entirely. There was an overused, wooden bow, resting on top of the clothes, and quivers full of arrows leaning against the shelf, along with an open knapsack, with what looked like notebooks inside. The Mayor’s eyes fell on a pathetic excuse for a bed next, which was little more than a thin, ragged bedroll without a pillow or cover. It made Paul sad to imagine that Skunky slept on something so uncomfortable a thing. Immediately, he wished to help him out, maybe buy him an actual bed sometime. Then he remembered, it was not his place to do so. They were still pretty much strangers to one another.

A single window, cut out of the stone, above the bed, revealed the gorgeous surroundings outside, vined tendrils squirming through the opening, reaching inside and crawling down to the floor. Overall, it was a stark contrast from Paul’s lavish home within Ekard but there was an undeniable charm to this place that was not lost on the Mayor. Skunky pat him on the shoulder, jumping him out of his thoughts, wagging a small cylinder bottle. “I’ll be right back. You can eat whatever you want, however much you want!”

“Thank you,” Paul replied just before Skunky dashed away.

Finding the sack of berries again, he picked out a few, plump blackberries, and raspberries before sitting cross legged on one of the pillows. Examining them, in the light of the window, he noted the moist sheen that coated their exteriors. Plopping one in his mouth, he exclaimed at the burst of tart flavor, the plentiful juices, tickling his taste buds. Feeling the brunt of his hunger, urged on by the sweet taste of the berries, he found himself eating more, mixing them with the fresh nuts for a cornucopia of flavor. It was a wonderful snack that calmed his wailing stomach.

Sitting there silently, he listened to the collection of fluttering birdsong outside, resting his hands on the table. For some reason, his glance kept falling on the knapsack on the floor, to his right. He knew better than to go sniffing through others belongings but the steady current of curiosity got the better of him.

Lifting out the first notebook he got his hands on, bound in a brown, leathery hide, he sat back down, caressing the smooth face with his hand. What lied within, surprised Paul. Flicking through the pages, gently with his fingertips, Paul was gifted with some of the best sketch art he had ever seen. Pictures of all things nature, cluttered the pages, not a single space unused. Expertly drawn birds, plants, trees, animals, came to life on the yellowed paper.

The Mayor was utterly enthralled, taking every single picture in before turning the page. Skunky was clearly a man of many talents, despite his deceiving appearance. He cursed himself for judging based on that fact. Apologies were definitely in order. Turning to the last page, he caught a glimpse of a distinguished, bald man with thick, powerful brows that hid his eyes, and a gruff, bristling goatee.

“I’m back!” Skunky announced in a blaring, sing song that sent an electric shock up Paul’s spine.

Exclaiming, the Mayor slapped the book shut and sat it on the table, covering his hands over it, face burning bright red as Skunky came around the other side of the table and plopped down with a thump. Grinning from ear to ear, Skunky placed the full cylinder bottle of water on the table right before Paul. “Drink up!”

Gulping, Paul shifted uncomfortably on the seat, glancing at his hands, the bottle, and then Skunky who cocked his head to the side, patiently, staring him down. It was indeed a precarious situation, one the Mayor was having trouble thinking through. Surely, he would find out how nosey and rude he was, should he move his hands. Not a picture he wanted painted of himself, especially with such a new acquaintance.

“Oh, w-w-wait,” Paul stuttered. “The box! Would you be so kind to get the box tied to the horse? Please?” He tried his best to give a smile, though it most likely ended up looking desperate and pathetic.

“Of course,” Skunky replied, happily. Then he was up and out in a flash.

With no time to lose, Paul scampered across the floor, replaced the book and scurried back, to compose himself as if nothing had changed. A single bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as Skunky rejoined him, placing the box beside the cylinder. “Aren’t you thirsty?”

“Of course! Thank you.” Taking the long bottle, he hastily uncorked it and shot it up, feeling the ice cold water run down his parched throat. With all propriety cast aside, replaced by burning thirst, he chugged the water completely, until it was bone dry. Not ever, had he tasted something so crisp and refreshing in his life. Pulling away, he exhaled softly, wishing there was more.

“What’s in the fancy box?” Skunky asked, curiously, poking his finger to it.

“I’m not sure. It’s a gift for you, from Kina.” Paul could not deny, that he was very interested in finding out as well.

“For me?!” Hands striking out, he snapped the box to his chest, face alight with unbridled excitement. “It’s wonderful! Thank you Kina,” he shouted, as if his voice would reach her.

Paul giggled as Skunky fumbled with the chord, gloved hands fiddling until finally untying it. Lifting the top off, he gasped as he pulled out a new toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo, and some wrapped chocolate. Somehow holding everything in his hands, he hugged them all, as if these daily items, people took for granted, were cherished, royal heirlooms. The sight was so pure, it warmed the Mayor’s heart. It was so strange. They had only been together for maybe an hour or two but Paul was beginning to understand that he already had a keen liking to this man.

“I have a gift for you as well,” Paul said. Reaching into his pocket, flashing the certificate before giving a bow as he held it out to Skunky, who after moving the other items to left arm, took it, examining it with starry eyes. “Ooooh,” he cooed. “This is very pretty paper. Thank you so much! I love it, Paul!”

After a minute of watching Skunky look over the certificate, Paul cleared his throat, lightly. “You know what it is don’t you?”

Blinking, Skunky looked up to him, innocently. “Pretty paper, right?”

“Well, yes, but, it is also a gift certificate for the most lavish restaurant in Ekard. They have the most delicious foods you can imagine. This paper gives you an all-expense paid visit, where you can have whatever you’d like.”

Skunky stared in awe. “This paper is magical!” Then he looked into Paul’s eyes, an almost serious glint, deep within them. “Will you go with me?”

Feeling the familiar blush scorch under his skin, Paul gasped, lips twitching. “Uh-Uh-Ah.” His heart pounded in his chest, thumping loudly in his ears, as he fretted, fingers twining together. “O-Of course, he breathed, sheepishly.

“Really?!” Skunky nearly jumped off the ground, brimming with enthusiasm. “Wonderful! I can’t wait!”

This was the most excited reaction, Paul had ever gotten by someone just wanting to be with him. Though it embarrassed him, he did enjoy it immensely, and being in Skunky’s company was refreshing and nice. Taking a second to find his voice again, he sat up straight. “When would be a good day for you?”

“Any day,” Skunky sang, hugging the certificate to him.

“Then, how about Thursday?”

“Perfect!”

At that very moment, Paul had not the mental capacity to wonder what others may think of this-him going on an outing with this strange person. He was much too exhausted to mull over the matter however, barely able to keep his head up. A nap was an increasingly wonderful thought, at that very second. Silence filled the hut as the two sat quietly. Skunky then slapped his own knees, perking the Mayor up. “I forgot to get some water for your horse! I’ll be right back! I’m sure he’s just as thirsty!”

“You are too kind,” Paul said.

Once he was gone, yet again, the Mayor leaned his arms on the table, his head weighing like a block of lead, drooping. It was impossible to think logically when he was this tired and his home was a good ways away. “Maybe only for a few minutes,” he whispered to himself, leaning his head on his arms. Just like that, he was lost to the world.

There was no way of knowing how long he had been out, but when his eyes finally drifted open, it was dark outside, little lights blinking in and out, hovering in the darkness. A candle on the table flickered, casting shadows on Paul’s face as he slowly lifted his head, a string of drool clinging to his chin. Noticing warmth on his back and a weight he did not have before, he turned his head and felt the fur collar of the leather jacket, he remembered Skunky wearing, that somehow hung over his shoulders.

Had he wrapped it around him to keep him warm while he was asleep? Paul wondered, muddled and drowsy. Caressing the leather, it took Paul a minute to realize what had happened before shooting up perfectly straight. “Oh no! I passed out! What time is it?! I have to get back!”

“You are awake,” the light hearted chime of Skunky’s voice said from behind him.

Spinning on his heel, he wiped his lips, trying his best to compose himself even though his nerves wracked his body. “Yes. H-How long was I asleep?”

Skunky counted on his hand, expression suddenly very focused. “About four hours. I was going to move you to the bed but I didn’t want to wake you.”

For the millionth time, his face flushed and then a sharp strain in his back snapped him out of it. Wanting to stretch but feeling awkward being watched, he tried to mask it as best he could. “Thank you for covering me.”

“No problem! I hope it kept you warm enough.”

“It really did.” Carefully, he handed the jacket over, Skunky immediately shrugging it on.

“It’s so toasty,” he beamed, pulling it tight, relishing in the warmth.

Definitely a strange but sweet person. “I hate to be rude but I really must be getting back.”

“So soon?” Skunky pouted.

“I’m afraid so,” Paul replied. “But hey, we will see each other again in a couple days.”

“That’s right! If you are in a hurry, I could perhaps ride the horse with you?”

“You know how to ride horses?”

Skunky shrugged. “Well I have ridden an elk before, and a bear. It can’t be that much different.”

Paul’s jaw slacked. He had to be joking, but his face remained unchanged, without a hint of humor. “A-Alright then.”

Saddled up on the horse, Skunky took the reins, Paul sitting behind him, staying upright by tightening his legs. “You may want to hold on,” Skunky grinned, peeking back with a gleam in his eyes.

With a click of his tongue, the horse nearly swung around, Paul nearly falling off, only keeping upright by reflexively, and instantaneously wrapping his arms around Skunky’s firm chest, tightly. Inhaling sharply, the Mayor held on for dear life as the beast shot back through the forest, the darkened surroundings passing in a blur.

Wind whipped at them, as they sped through, Paul holding on tighter and tighter as they jumped over unseen underbrush, and clopping up and down the constantly changing terrain. Though he was scared out of his wits, Paul was utterly surprised by the expert horse handling by Skunky, who responded perfectly with each movement, keeping up the gait. At times, Skunky laughed, voicing encouragement to the beast, urging him to go faster. By the time they made it back to the main path, the Mayor’s head was practically mushed against the riders back, completely adhered to him.

Finally, the ride slowed to a calm gallop and Paul was allowed to lighten his steel, vice grip on Skunky who did not seem to mind in the slightest. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” He giggled.

There was no possible way he could respond, a constant tremor going through Paul’s body. Surely, whatever he would have said would have been a jumbled mess. He simply nodded. Allowing a few seconds to compose himself, Paul finally breathed. “I think I can handle the rest of the way.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind taking you all the way to the gates at least.”

“I’m sure.” There was a lingering foreboding sensation in his mind that it would be best to return alone and not clinging to a random stranger. It was already assured to be much worse. “We can meet at this spot, next time.”

Stopping the horse with a gentle pull of the reins, Skunky then shifted about to where he was sitting, facing Paul. He then proceeded to hug him fondly. “It was so wonderful to meet you, friend! Thank you for coming to visit and for the amazing gifts!”

Hesitantly hugging back, Paul smiled. “My pleasure, Skunky.”

Sliding off the horse, Skunky stood, patting the mane, offering heartfelt praises and appreciation to the beast, while Paul scooted up the saddle. “Will you be safe heading back?”

Smacking a fist to his chest, the forest boy smiled widely. “I’m the spirit or whatever, remember?”

Paul chuckled. “That you are. Take care, Skunky. It was very much a pleasure.”

“You too!”

Urging the horse with a gentle kick of the heels, they moved on, the two watching each other until out of sight. Once the Mayor was by his lonesome yet again, he sighed heavily. What an adventurous day. Surely, the next day would prove just as eventful, for he would need to somehow explain the situation to Amara and get her understanding. Guess sooner rather than later, he thought, as multiple, floating flames came blazing into view, accompanied by darkened forms and raised, alert voices.

“Mayor Paul!” They cried out, repeatedly, moving erratically.

Hands shaking, Paul gripped the reins and steeled himself for the extremely awkward and stressful ordeal ahead. “I-I’m fine,” he called out as loud as he could muster.

Then he was swarmed, all lights coming to surround him, the flames revealing troubled and stressed Ekard guards, practically pale as ghosts. At the sight of their Mayor, they began to express their relief. They marched around him, as he rode to the gate, where a mass of people awaited. In the group, he caught sight of the guard of the gate who allowed him passage, who was sweating bullets, face a strange, blueish color in the dim light. Paul felt bad for him. That was, until his eyes came upon another, in which icy fear was stricken in his veins, stealing its place. His countenance immediately mirrored that of the guard as his stomach plummeted to the ground.

Searing, reddish brown eyes, glowered at him from the very front of the group, arms crossed, countenance, ice cold. “A-Amara…”

#Victubia #fan fiction #my writing #Mayor Paul belongs to Gabbi #My sweet derpy forest child #Punky

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writinggeisha · 6 years ago

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Why is color in writing so important?

Pablo Picasso said that “Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.” Picasso was an artist who evoked emotion with colorful pigments. As a writer, you can do the same with colorful words.

Note the different pictures painted by the following two paragraphs.

Ned gazed at the calypso-orange horizon. A lapis-blue speck sparkled above it in the deepening violet of a new night sky—Planet Vorton, home.

Ned gaped at the corpse-grey horizon. A mold-blue speck festered above it in the deepening black of a smoggy night sky—Planet Vorton, home.

Same number of words, different colors, with complementing adjectives and verbs. One paragraph emanates optimism, the other gloom.

Compound adjectives sometimes require hyphens.

According to The Chicago Manual of Style, if a compound adjective appears before a noun, it should be hyphenated.

Compare the following examples:

Tristan wore an eye-catching purple tie. Tristan’s purple tie was eye catching.

Wendi modeled a melon-pink dress. Wendi’s dress was melon pink.

Accent colors with adjectives.

Here’s a list over one hundred adjectives from thousands you could choose to produce more vivid descriptions of the colors in your writing.

A Accented, achromatic, ashen, ashy, atomic

B Blazing, bleached, bleak, blinding, blotchy, bold, brash, bright, brilliant, burnt

C Chromatic, classic, clean, cold, complementing, contrasting, cool, coordinating, creamy, crisp

D Dark, dayglow, dazzling, deep, delicate, digital, dim, dirty, drab, dreary, dull, dusty

E Earthy, electric, energetic, eye-catching

F Faded, faint, festive, fiery, flashy, flattering, fluorescent, frosty, full-toned

G Gaudy, glistening, glittering, glossy, glowing

H Harsh, hazy, hot

I Icy, illuminated, incandescent, intense, iridescent

K Knockout

L Lambent, light, loud, luminous, lusterless, lustrous

M Majestic, matte, medium, mellow, milky, monochromatic, muddy, murky, muted

N Natural, neon, neutral

O Opalescent, opaque

P Pale, pastel, patchy, pearly, perfect, picturesque, plain, primary, pure

R Radiant, reflective, rich, royal, ruddy, rustic

S Satiny, saturated, shaded, sheer, shining, shiny, shocking, showy, smoky, soft, solid, somber, soothing, sooty, sparkling, stained, streaked, streaky, striking, strong, subdued, subtle, sunny, swirling

T Tacky, tinged, tinted, tonal, toned, traditional, translucent, transparent

U Undiluted, uneven, uniform

V Vibrant, vivid

W Wan, warm, washed-out, waxen, wild

Enhance multicolored objects with adjectives such as these.

B Bicolor, blended, braided

C Cataclysmic-colored, checkered, compound, contrasting, crisscrossed

D Dappled, disparate, dotted, dusted

F Flecked, freckled, fused

I Intermixed, interwoven

J Jumbled

L Lined

K Kaleidoscopic

M Many-hued, marbled, mingled, mixed, motley, mottled, multicolored, multihued

P Particolored, patterned, peppered, piebald, pied, polychromatic, prismatic, psychedelic

S Salted, speckled, splotched, stippled

T Two-tone, tricolor

V Varied, variegated, veined

Nouns provide more opportunities to add color and detail.

A Accent

B Bleach, brightness, brilliance

C Chroma, clarity, CMYK, coating, color wheel, colorant, coloration, cover

D Deposit, depth, diffusion, dimension, dispersion, dye

F Film, finish, flicker, fluorescence

G Glare, glaze, gleam, glimmer, glint, glisten, glitter, glow, gradation

H Henna, highlight, hint, hue

I Incandescence, intensity, iridescence

L Lacquer, layer, lightness, lowlight, luminosity, luster

M Monotone

N Nuance

O Opacity, opalescence

P Paint, Pantone, patina, peroxide, pigment, pigmentation, polish, prism, purity

R Radiance, rainbow, RGB, residue, rinse

S Sample, saturation, seam, shade, sheen, shimmer, shine, smidgeon, sparkle, spectrum, stain, stratum, streak, stripe, suggestion, surface, swatch

T Tattoo, tester, tier, tincture, tinge, tint, tone, touch, trace, twinkle

U Undertone

V Varnish, vein, veneer

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Perhaps these verbs will provide inspiration.

Colors can blend, clash, or enhance. They might revitalize, fade, or overlap. Choose carefully to provide the nuance you need in your writing.

A Accent, accentuate, appear, attract

B Balance, bathe, bespatter, blanch, blare, blaze, blench, bleach, blend, blotch, brighten, brush, burn

C Captivate, clash, color, combine, complement, conflict, contrast, coordinate, crayon

D Darken, daub, draw, decolorize, decorate, deepen, dot, draw, dye

E Embellish, emit, enhance, enliven

F Fade, flare, flash, flatter, fleck

G Glare, glaze, gleam, glimmer, glint, glisten, glow

H Harmonize, heighten, highlight

I Illuminate, infuse, intensify

J Jar

L Light, lighten

M Match, meld, merge, mingle, mix

O Outline, overlap

P Paint, permeate, pervade, plaster

R Radiate, revitalize

S Saturate, seal, shade, shine, sketch, smear, sparkle, splash, splatter, spray, spread, stain, suffuse

T Tinge, tint

V Varnish

W Wash

Invent colors.

Your ingenuity is the only limit with invented colors. Consider a few examples.

Yolanda sashayed toward me, hips swiveling in a seduction-red skirt that complemented her bad-baby-black lipstick.

Either Yolanda intends to ravish our narrator, or he hopes she’s a bad girl with seduction on her mind.

Bruise-blue eyes stared out through glasses crisscrossed with cracks. Matching lumps burgeoned from Marco’s chin and cheeks.

Readers will make the connection between bruise-blue and the lumps, imagining someone who has been beaten or injured.

Find color ideas by googling phrases such as “things that are green” or “things that look blue.”

And now, a kaleidoscope of colors.

Some of the following lists contain invented colors. Many are based on objects we encounter in our environment. You can use almost any noun to create an adjective that will resonate with readers.

For the next several years, Trump blond or Hillary blonde will produce instant mental images.

Science fiction might use deep-space black, quasar blue, or starburst yellow.

An environmentalist could choose colors such as oil-slick black, smog grey, or acid-rain yellow.

Choose or invent colors that intensify your writing.

You can use many of these words as is, or precede the color they represent to produce a compound adjective. Rather than anthracite, for example, you might prefer anthracite black.

Black Anger black, anthracite, bat black, boot black, cat black, cave black, cavity black, charcoal, coal black, crow black, deep-space black, ebony, evil black, funeral black, grease black, ink, jade black, jet, leather black, licorice, metal black, midnight, mildew black, mold black, night black, obsidian, oil-slick black, onyx, pitch black, raven, sable, shadow black, shoe-polish black, silhouette black, smoky, sooty, spider black, tar black, tire black, tuxedo black, uber black, velvet black

Blond/Blonde Although blond can be used for either males or females, I and many writers prefer blond to describe males and blonde to describe females. Likewise with gender-identified pets and animals.

Why?

Blond was adopted into English from French, and the French language uses gender-specific descriptors.

Compound adjectives in the following list are spelled with the feminine form.

Almond-crème blonde, amber, apple-cider blonde, apricot, ash blonde, banana-bread blonde, blanched, bleached, bombshell, bottle blonde, brassy, bronze, brown-sugar blonde, butter blonde, butternut, butterscotch, caramel, chamomile blonde, champagne, chardonnay blonde, corn blonde, diamond blonde, dirty blonde, dishwater blonde, electric blonde, flaxen, French-fry blonde, frosted blonde, gilded blonde, ginger, ginger-ale blonde, ginger spice, golden, goldenrod, Hillary blonde, honey blonde, honey-butter blonde, honeysuckle blonde, hot-toffee blonde, macadamia blonde, mushroom blonde, neon blonde, peroxide blonde, platinum, sand blonde, straw blonde, strawberry blonde, sunflower blonde, sun-kissed blonde, sunset blonde, tarnished-gold blonde, Trump blond/e, trumpet blonde, vanilla-malt blonde, vintage gold, wheat blonde

Blue Admiral blue, Aegean blue, agate blue, arctic blue, azure, baby blue, berry blue, blue-jay blue, blue-jeans blue, bluebell blue, blueberry blue, blueberry-juice blue, bluebird blue, blue-jay blue, brook blue, bruise blue, cadet blue, cerulean, china-blue, cobalt, cornflower blue, crystal blue, denim blue, electric blue, forget-me-not blue, galaxy glue, gunmetal blue, ice blue, indigo, ink blue, jellyfish blue, lagoon blue, lake blue, lapis blue, laser blue, lilac blue, lobelia blue, mold blue, moon blue, navy, ocean blue, quasar blue, river blue, robin-egg blue, sapphire blue, sky blue, star blue, steel-blue, swimming-pool blue, teal, toilet-water blue, toothpaste blue, ultramarine

Brown Acorn brown, almond brown, amber, auburn, autumn brown, Bambi brown, beige, brandy brown, brick brown, bronze, brunet, buckeye brown, camel brown, caramel, carob brown, cedar brown, champagne brown, chestnut, chipmunk brown, chocolate brown, cinnamon, cider brown, clay brown, coffee brown, cognac brown, cookie brown, copper, cork brown, desert sand, drab brown, dun brown, ecru, espresso brown, fawn brown, football brown, freckle brown, ginger, gingerbread brown, golden brown, hazel, hickory brown, honey brown, infrabeige, kiwi brown, lion brown, loam brown, mahogany, maroon, merlot brown, mocha, mouse brown, mud brown, muddy brown, nut brown, oak brown, orange brown, peanut brown, pecan brown, pekoe brown, penny brown, pigskin brown, pretzel brown, rosewood, russet, rust, sandstone brown, seal brown, sepia, sienna, spice brown, syrup brown, taffy, tan, taupe, tawny brown, teddy-bear brown, topaz brown, tortilla brown, tourmaline brown, umber, walnut, wheat brown, whiskey brown, wood brown

Green Apple green, army green, artichoke green, asparagus green, avocado green, barf green, basil green, blue green, bottle green, bright green, cabbage green, camouflage green, cat’s-eye green, celery green, chartreuse, clover green, crocodile green, crystal-marble green, cyan, electric green, elf green, emerald, fern green, frog green, grape green, grass green, hypergreen, jade, jasper green, jelly green, juniper, kale green, khaki green, kiwi green, leaf green, LED green, olive, leprechaun green, lettuce green, lime, lizard green, loden, mildew green, mint, moss green, neon green, ocean green, parsley green, pea green, pea-soup green, peacock green, pear green, Perrier-bottle green, pickle green, pine green, puke green, sage, sea green, seafoam green, seasick green, seaweed green, seedling green, shamrock green, snot green, spinach green, spring green, sprout green, spruce green, tea green, teal, toad green, velvet green, viridian, watermelon green, yellow green

Grey/Gray Alien grey, aluminum grey, anchor grey, ash grey, battleship grey, bottle grey, boulder grey, carbon grey, cement grey, charcoal grey, cloud grey, coin grey, corpse grey, crater grey, death grey, dove grey, elephant grey, exhaust grey, fling grey, flint grey, fog grey, fossil grey, fungus grey, ginger grey, granite grey, graphite, gravel grey, gruel grey, gum grey, gunmetal grey, hippo grey, hoary grey, ice grey, iron grey, knife grey, lead grey, mercury grey, meteor grey, mummy grey, nail grey, nickel, otter grey, pebble grey, pepper grey, pewter, pigeon grey, porpoise grey, porridge grey, rat grey, salt-and-pepper, seal grey, shadow grey, shark grey, shovel grey, silver, slate, sleet grey, slug grey, slush grey, smog grey, smoke, steel grey, stone grey, storm grey, stormy grey, stormy-sea grey, sword grey, tabby grey, tank grey, tweed grey, wax grey, wolf grey

Orange Apricot orange, burnt orange, butternut orange, calypso orange, candlelight orange, cantaloupe orange, caramelized orange, carrot orange, cayenne orange, cheddar orange, cheese-cracker orange, Chinese-lantern orange, cider orange, citrus orange, clementine orange, coral orange, crayon orange, curry orange, fire orange, flame orange, goldfish orange, mac-and-cheese orange, mango-tango orange, mandarin orange, marigold orange, marmalade orange, monarch orange, nacho orange, nasturtium orange, naval orange, papaya orange, peach orange, peach-butter orange, peach-sorbet orange, popsicle orange, pumpkin orange, safety-vest orange, salamander orange, salmon orange, sherbet orange, shrimp orange, starfish orange, sunset orange, sweet-potato orange, tangelo orange, tangerine orange, terra cotta, tiger orange, traffic orange, yam orange

Pink Amaranth, azalea pink, baby pink, ballet-slipper pink, blush, bright pink, bubblegum pink, cantaloupe pink, carnation pink, cerise, champagne pink, cherry-rose pink, coral, cotton-candy pink, crepe pink, cupid pink, cyclamen pink, damask, flamingo pink, fuchsia, geranium pink, grapefruit pink, lemonade pink, magenta, mandarin pink, mango pink, melon pink, old-rose pink, oleander pink, parfait pink, pastel pink, peach, peach-blossom pink, peony pink, piggy pink, piglet pink, pomegranate pink, prom pink, punch pink, raspberry-smoothie pink, rose, rosewood pink, rouge pink, salmon pink, seashell pink, sherbet pink, shocking pink, strawberry pink, swine pink, taffy pink, watermelon pink, Zinfandel pink

Purple Amethyst purple, amparo purple, boysenberry purple, burgundy purple, Byzantium purple, clover purple, concord purple, coneflower purple, cyclamen purple, eggplant purple, fig purple, gentian purple, gooseberry purple, grape purple, heather, heliotrope, hyacinth purple, indigo, iris purple, jam purple, kazoo purple, lavender, lilac, lollipop purple, lotus purple, magenta, mauve, mulberry purple, onion purple, opal purple, orchid purple, periwinkle purple, petunia purple, pillow purple, plum, posy purple, primrose purple, raisin purple, regalia purple, rhubarb purple, royal purple, sage-flower purple, sangria purple, sugar-plum purple, tanzanite purple, Tyrian purple, violet, wild-berry purple, wine purple, wisteria purple

Red Apple red, auburn, beet red, berry red, blaze red, blood red, blush red, brick red, burgundy red, candy red, candy-apple red, candy-cane red, carrot red, cherry red, cherry-soda red, Christmas red, cinnamon-candy red, communist red, copper red, coral red, crab-apple red, cranberry red, crimson, currant red, fire red, fire-engine red, fire-hydrant red, flame red, flaming red, garnet red, ginger red, heart red, henna, holly-berry red, jam red, ketchup red, lady-bug red, LED red, licorice red, lipstick red, lobster red, maple-leaf red, merlot red, mulberry red, neon red, pepper red, pomegranate red, poppy red, radish red, raspberry red, roan, rose, rouge, ruby, Russian red, rust, rusty, Santa-suit red, scarlet, sorrel, stoplight red, strawberry red, sunburn red, titian, tomato red, tulip red, Valentine red, wanton red, watermelon red, wine red

White Alabaster, angel white, ash white, blizzard white, bone white, bread-dough white, cake white, cameo white, chalk, chaste white, chiffon white, china white, clamshell white, cloud white, coconut white, cornstarch white, cream, crème, dumpling white, eggshell white, fizz white, foam white, fog white, frost white, gardenia white, ghost white, goose-down white, heron white, hospital white, KKK white, ivory, lace white, lather white, lily white, linen white, lotus white, milk white, mist white, moonstone white, noodle white, paper white, parchment white, pearl white, phantom white, picket white, platinum white, polar white, porcelain white, powder white, rice white, salt white, Samoyed white, sheet white, skeleton white, snowflake white, specter white, starch white, sugar white, talc white, vellum white, virgin white, wedding-veil white, winter white, wonton white

Yellow Acid-rain yellow, autumn yellow, banana yellow, bourbon yellow, bumblebee yellow, butter yellow, buttercup yellow, butterscotch yellow, cadmium, canary yellow, chick yellow, corn yellow, custard yellow, daffodil yellow, daisy yellow, dandelion yellow, Dijon yellow, duckling yellow, egg-yolk yellow, flaxen, ginger yellow, gold, goldenrod, grapefruit yellow, hardhat yellow, honey yellow, jaundice yellow, lemon, macaroni yellow, maize, mustard, omelet yellow, pencil yellow, pineapple yellow, plantain yellow, poppy yellow, rubber-ducky yellow, saffron, sawdust yellow, school-bus yellow, scrambled-egg yellow, starburst yellow, sticky-note yellow, straw yellow, sulfur yellow, sun yellow, sunflower yellow, sweetcorn yellow, tallow yellow, taxi yellow, turmeric yellow, wasp yellow, whisky yellow, yield-sign yellow

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