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hyacinthian-chateau · 3 years ago

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Hey! Congrats on 200! Could I get a matchup please?

My hobbies are writing and reading mostly, sometimes a little art. I love character creating too

as for my likes, I love the band Mother Mother, rainy days, potstickers, painting my nails black, hmmm oh and bullying my best friend James, lmao

and for dislikes, hmmm I would have to say controlling people. Aaaand snow, math, humidity, my shop class :| and restricted freedom

personality? Uhmmm I talk really fast, my mouth moves faster than my brain heh, I can get pretty loud and weird when around people I like, but usually I’m pretty quite. I make fun of my friends out of love 💕 aaaand I speak mostly in rants lol

thanks so much in advance!

Hu Tao, ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

You and Hu Tao are quite the spirited pair.

The Wangsheng Funeral Parlour had been a business that stood the test of time, alongside its long list of successors who conducted their duties invariably. At the present time, The establishment is headed by the 77th director, someone who you heard of but hadn't the pleasure of meeting as of yet. There had been various rumours that the current head was quite strange and unpredictable, but at the same time an admirable and witty individual.

The day you had met Hu Tao had been like any other. You had been dawdling among the various stalls after just having finished lunch with a close friend of yours at the Wanmin restaurant. It must have been the sociable air that you emanated that drew her to you. With a burst of confidence and a slight tug of your sleeve, you are greeted by the petite young woman who, without missing a beat, inquires if you were interested in taking a look at their funerary services.

The young director had adopted a rather upfront yet liberal approach when it comes to attracting potential clients, but instead of being declined or shooed away, You had given the brunette a friendly smile. It’s only when you finally introduce yourself and enthusiastically accepted the flyer from the young woman that she knew that you were one of a kind.

It takes a few years for you and Hu Tao to become close companions, all due to your similar tastes and character. On the days that you were neither working, you two would be found spectating at one of Xinyan's performances at the Harbour--She had taken an immense liking to your avant-garde taste in music, or hanging out with a few of her other friends like Xingqiu and Chongyun with the exorcist being the one to take the brunt of a few pranks--courtesy of the twin-tailed girl. The Cyro-user sincerely thinks you and the Hu Tao spell trouble whenever you are within hearing distance of each other. Seriously, it's scary how you, and she are on the same wavelength that you finish each other's sentences!

During one of the slower days, the young woman would be found tending to the front desk of the parlour after having sent everyone home. You had insisted on accompanying her until closing time, and here you two were: sitting closely behind the counter while perched on stools, nursing steaming cups of tea. It had been your idea to paint her nails, seeing that it would help pass the time. For some strange reason, you found the twin-tailed brunette being unusually quiet as you continued telling her about your day.

Unbeknownst to you, the young director had been struggling to name the emotion that always took a hold of her whenever you were nearby. From the slight giddiness when you take a firm grasp of her hand or the butterflies that would suddenly appear in her stomach when you tenderly brushed her locks as you fixed her slightly askew hat. Although the Pyro-user is young and inexperienced, she is an intelligent businesswoman who has read her fair share of literature, and it doesn't take long for her to acknowledge that she's fallen head over heels in love with you.

It is the sensation of your cold fingers cupping her cheeks that jolts the female out of her muddled thoughts, and you can't help but grin when astonishment appears on her lovely face. The parlour is quiet, and you take it as an opportunity--it is you who takes the initiative in expressing your deep affection for her, affectionately calling her your muse-- and you are rewarded with those usually mischievous blood-red eyes growing wide and blush across your companion's cheeks. You can't fight the grin on your visage, as you had successfully rendered the impish funeral director speechless.

To the public, you were an eccentric but affable individual who had a talent for making beautiful and innovative items under the tutelage of your mentor; A person who takes delight in living life to the fullest all the while carrying out your duties earnestly. But to Hu Tao, She had been drawn to you ever since you had met along the busy streets of Liyue. Now with you becoming an important figure in her already exciting life, she can't help but look forward to spending time with you every day.

What are these? Oh, they're flyers. And If you look over there...

╰ ☆☆☆☆╮

#Catharia Writes #Hyacinth 🍮#Catharia’s Match-Ups #Genshin Match-Ups #Hu Tao #Hu Tao x Reader

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leoheart731 · 4 years ago

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So I found an interesting ship

And this ship is actually Hawks x Fuyumi (Shoto’s big sis)

And I was wondering why would they ship Hawks with someone he’s never met before

Then I looked more into it

And then I realized

THEY ACTUALLY LOOK CUTE TOGETHER

Like I can imagine Hawks coming over to meet up with Endeavour about work

But Endeavour isn’t home

And instead ends up being welcomed by the Todoroki princess, Fuyumi Todoroki

She invites him for a cup of tea while he waits for her father to come home.

Hawks has never met any of the other Todorki’s besides Shoto, so he’s curious to see what the daughter of the very stern Endeavour is like since Shoto is somewhat similar to him

And to his surprise, she’s the exact opposite.

The kindness and gentleness that she presents towards him caught him off guard since he’s used to a Todoroki being silent and closed off.

This curiousness grows even more with the need to know more about this new Todoroki he has just met.

The two end up having a lovely conversation, talking about what it’s like for Hawks being the No. 2 Pro-Hero and about Fuyumi’s work, which is an elementary school teacher.

At first he wanted to start this conversation just so it wouldn’t be awkward with just them two alone.

But he ends up liking conversing with the kind Fuyumi and is always invested with any topic that she throws in.

One conversation really peaked his interest.

“I’ve actually became a bit of a fan of yours recently!” Says Fuyumi as she sets down her cup of tea.

His eyebrow raises up in curiousity and, although very subtle, his wings sprout out from the sudden statement. “Oh? Is that so? What peaked your interest?”

“Heh, I blame my little ones (students). A lot of them are fans of yours and I always hear them talking about you, so I couldn’t help myself become invested in their conversations”.

“But there was one particular conversation that I had with my students that got me”

“And what was that?” says Hawks with a curious smirk as he takes a sip of his tea.

“It was my hair”

“You hair?” Hawks looks at her with confusion.

“You see these red streaks on my hair?”

Hawks analyzes her hair, not realizing before the red streaks that are strewn about on her snow white locks.

“You see, when I was having a conversation with my students about you, they mentioned that my streaks remind them of your feathers. And they really do!”

His eyes widen at the statement as he realizes that her streaks do indeed look like his red feathers. Knowing that her hair looks like something personal to him makes him feel giddy inside.

“Wow, they really do look like my feathers! I didn’t even notice! That’s pretty neat!”

“The thing is; it wasn’t just my students that have said this”

“Oh, really?” Becoming more curious, he leans forward closer towards Fuyumi.

“Mhm. When I was little, my mother used to say this to me...”

“Those red streaks on your hair? You see, I believe those are actually feathers from a guardian angel that helped bring you into this life when you were born”

“A guardian angel, huh?” he chuckled, but deep down, it was like he was given a compliment. “What? Do you think I’m your supposed guardian angel?”

“Then you would have to be immortal considering you’re the same age as me” laughed Fuyumi.

“Heh, that’s true. But not only that...” he leans closer and stares playfully in Fuyumi’s eyes. “If I was your angel, then I would’ve definitely remembered your cute face when you opened the front door for me”

That statement totally caught Fuyumi off guard, making her face flush with red from cheek to ear. It’s not like she’s never received such compliments before, but something about those words coming from Hawks himself makes her heart skip a beat unlike the rest.

“Y-You... Y-You think m-my face i-is...” she stuttered as her brain is having trouble trying to process what she had just heard.

The thing that needs to be noted was this: Hawks did not mean it to be flirtatious in anyway.

Realizing what he had just said after seeing Fuyumi’s reaction, his eyes open wide and his face becomes very flustered.

For a charismatic and sociable guy, he actually has never flirted with a girl before. It’s most likely known within his fan community that Hawks unintentionally flirts a lot and he doesn’t even know it. However, that obliviousness is what draws in his fans more.

“W-Wait, I didn’t mean it like that- I mean, your face is cute- I-I mean-...!” Realizing that he’s just digging his own grave, he shuts his mouth and the two both look down shyly, not knowing what to say to the other.

However, gentle giggles can be heard in front of Hawks. He looks up to find the source.

“W-Why are you laughing...?” murmured Hawks.

“Because...” chuckled Fuyumi. “I didn’t know that the famous No. 2 Pro-Hero could be so cute”

His wings perk up in response. “I’m c-cute...?” He couldn’t help but feel frustrated that the woman in front of him, who is close to being a normal citizen, is making him feel flustered.

Instead of responding to the question, Fuyumi continues to laugh at the situation and, in turn, makes Hawks give out a few chuckles as well as they both laugh at how awkward they’ve gotten.

“Hey, Hawks?” Fuyumi looks up at him with a question in mind.

“Hm? What is it?”

“I know this is a bit bold of me to ask of this towards the No. 2 Pro-Hero...”

“Don’t be shy! Ask me anything!”

Fuyumi’s cheeks flushes more. “I... I was wondering... If you’d like to hang out sometime?” she asks shyly.

And just like that, he becomes flustered once more and slightly disappointed that he was not the one that asked first.

Suddenly, Fuyumi realizes what her question sounded like.

“I-It don’t mean a date! It can just be a regular hangout between friends- I mean, if you consider us to be...”

The way that she talks makes her feel so embarrassed that she covers her face with her hands. Meanwhile, Hawks sits there, thinking about the sudden request.

Going back to the fact he is a charismatic and sociable guy, he never really had real friends. At most, he would meet people that would soon become acquaintances and nothing more. Always on the move, always on top of his missions, and he never really stopped and realize how alone he is.

And in that moment, he realizes he really is lonely.

But if he takes this chance, maybe he could finally feel what it’s like to have a friend.

Maybe even more.

“Fuyumi...” said Hawks in a gentle voice.

Hesitatingly, she peaks her eyes in between her small fingers that reveal Hawks looking at her with a gentle smile.

“You don’t have to be so shy. I would actually like to hang out with you!”

“R-Really...?”

“I don’t mind! After meeting you, I realized that talking with you is actually fun!”

Instead of feeling more flustered, Fuyumi suddenly feels excited as if she and Hawks have already gotten so close.

“Then it’s settled!”

“Great”

After the agreement, the two continue to drink their tea and converse in many interesting topics that would draw in the other.

Suddenly, Fuyumi comes to a realization.

“A-Actually, there might be a problem...”

“And that is?” asked Hawks curiously.

“My father. You probably already know this, but he can be very strict, so I don’t know how he’d react when he sees me hanging out with you”.

“Ah, don’t be so worried!” said Hawks in a confident voice. “Me and your dad have been working buddies for awhile, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind!”

“But...”

“But if you’re still worried about your dad, then we can always sneak around him!”

“I-I don’t think that’s such a good idea!”

“Why not? Isn’t it that kids nowadays usually sneak around their parents in order to hang out with friends they don’t approve upon? It’ll be fine-!”

Before he could finish, Hawks notices that Fuyumi is still as a statue and her eyes are wide open.

“Fuyumi?”

Suddenly, Hawks feels a deadly dark aura behind him as if it’s a dark cloud trying to suffocate him.

Deep down, he knew why he was feeling this aura.

He slowly turns around and looks up to see Endeavour covered in giant bright flames.

And he is not happy.

“O-Oh, Endeavor! Y-You’re h-home!” said Hawks in a shaky tone.

“What’s this about sneaking my daughter behind my back to “hang out”?!” said Endeavour in his loud and rumbly voice that it shakes Hawk’s ears and makes his wings cower down in fear.

He looks at Hawks dead in the eye. Although he is surrounded by flames, his eyes give out a deadly chill.

“Well? Explain!”

I’m so dead thought Hawks.

After the confrontation, Hawks was heavily threatened scolded by Endeavour and was told that if he ever sees him with his daughter, he would bury him in the deep depths of hell.

Staying true to his word, after that fateful day, Fuyumi and Hawks never got to hang out or even speak to one another.

At least

Not in front of Endeavour.

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #fuyumi todoroki #hawks x fuyumi #bnha endeavour #endeavour

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blindtaleteller · 4 years ago

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PROMPT: OOC Interview with [X] Clint ‘Cuyler’ Barton

" Been a while since we did one of these.. but. You know the drill man! This is your first interview, yeah? Want to explain why and where you’re from? “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) Besides trolling the hell out of tags with Viedimadr? *grins* Ah, mostly that’s keeping the core element I guess. Most Bartons are the quintessential superhero, at least in the range of having that alter-ego. Might not wear a mask ‘til Ronin in the MCU? But --and especially with how my character works pre-Avengers; sharing past the job isn’t exactly any of our fortes? We have a family to protect, and if you do the math of how old the kids are even in Ultron: that family has been a thing since before we take the higher ground up out of the paid-SHIELD-killer status I’m in that Nat does mention in the original Avengers. Also usually save it up between the pages and occasional poke into tags and skits here on the dash.

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) As for where I’m from! *he leans back and hooks his hands behind his head* We’re Universe Fourteen; two doors on the left down the connecting Vestibule from Lisan’s Universe, and one to right of the Ego-centrics with Grey Knight and Leadsprite. Ours starts out different in the respect that, Fury ends up getting the Scepter tap instead of me; and the resulting conflict goes very differently.

“ Such as? “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) We never even hit New York; Fury tries to snag me in, and under the Stone’s influence that means trying to at best grab my kids since he’s one of the only two people attached who know about them. Loki ends up breaking form and getting in the middle of that. Yanks us off world and out of Fury’s sight, with the goods. That’s where we picked up with our first published bit ‘The Warming Stone’ anyways.

” Speaking of.. what do you think about the split from the original timeline? “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) I’m having a lot of fun with it myself. And I’m pretty sure Laura is somewhere outside the room clapping in agreement; she’s quieter than most but a constant presence and; she and Lo get along real well. Anyway. End up dealing with that whole ‘the city is flying, we’re fighting an army of robots; and I have a bow and arrow’ overwhelmed mentality a lot sooner because of it? I like the existential twists that come with the Dark Fairy Tale elements and whatnot that get thrown out there and right into our faces pretty much immediately, what with running face-first, on foot, into Jotunheim of all places through that doorway in Illinois. We did some collabs with the other guys that run through there, on top of the research and expanded on some of the wildlife ourselves to manage that? So that was some actual fun. This side of the pool I can absolutely admit us Bartons are a bit masochistic? *laughs* I am pretty sure we enjoy exploring those bits and how we’d react to them. I’m no different in that respect. I mean.. how would you react to being a dinner sized meal for labrador-to-great-dane sized snow-caterpillars with the elongated teeth of freakin shark? Or finding out the hard way there’s giant predator owls flying around about the size of a plane that eat those, just as an example? Never mind trolls, or frost giants, or anything else that manages to survive in that kind of insane climate and might decide to try and eat you just to see if you taste good.

” Probably stay inside forever if I was going to be honest? XD Anyway, Is there anything you’d change about your current story? “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) Considering we’re still building back there? Not yet. I mean, too much fun so far. I mean we’ve done what.. four parts at this point? All during what we’re currently calling the Traveler Phase from Earth to Asgard through the doors between Illinois, Jotunheim, and Vanaheim. Which is interesting in itself. I mean whole other world, and things are shaken up before we even get there and (in part because of the fact that) we end up dependent on our Loki pretty fast. I think maybe my only change there would be in maybe doing another part for Extras that includes ‘Ogre’ .. who hasn’t even shown yet at that point in the story. He’s our Bruce Banner; or more specifically our Hulk? Thing is finding a space that won’t interfere too heavily with the book when we do it though. We could excuse the bits in the Traveler Phase because we intended to shorten it when we got there anyway; maybe cut straight to Asgard with that as a supplemental extra; a lot like the GROUNDED kids did with their out-takes featured in the same platovember series.

“ I imagine messing with Universe Three’s next installment’s been helping that along? “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) Oh yeah, definitely. That mirror of Bruce’s is pretty similar in mindset and approach.

” That said, do I have to ask if there’s anyone in particular you like to watch or get into reading over their shoulder when they’re at it? “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) Oh definitely The Bean right now, for sure? But there’s a list.. *grins* GROUNDED and DREAMS being woven together finally, especially with some of the inter-universal roles being brought up is a big one. Looking forward to whipping out that sword.. heh. Though, watching the ESCAPE kids from the other forming Vestibule has been an interesting ride now that they’re not entirely cloistered in Tuscon, or their hotel room. I know what’s up there outside of Traverse too, which helps. And there’s Josh. I think everyone’s been waiting for that fireball to explode across the page? The fact Tony, Lo and Fury managed to somehow make that nutcase all on their own with just a few lines still makes me laugh. Walsh is a character and a half. I’m looking forward to getting my chance at screwing with his mirror in our Door. Leigh is a weird bit of fun too, but Josh is definitely one of those at the top of the list, and who you chose for a face in close rep, is interesting. Maybe Vix too as far as characters go? But he’d a little lower down for me at the moment.

“ Stab, stab pull..? Heh. Which is your favorite upcoming group from the books/portions of Mixology aka the Lokiverse at large? And which are you most curious about? “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) Ha! yeah; stab-stab, pull. Loxley’s got an interesting bunch next door. *rubs his hands up over the top of his head and back down* Honestly, MONSTERS and ASHES. Ah, that’s Door and or Universes Three and Twelve for those that don’t know. Three has a similar bonding mechanic between Bruce and Lo I’ve been interested in, while ASHES hits on other things, including a rockier relationship and overall dynamic between his Bartons and Redbird (that’s his Quill) that tends to go dark in the personal aspects a lot. I guess I like that struggle between them, personally. Loxley brushes something similar going on post-Ronin with his family dynamic with his internals and his Lo’s concerns for that; but I think Lili and his crew hit that at a whole other angle from around five years prior on? With, a whole other take on the family dynamic that Laura and I have with Lo by the time we leave Asgard. And that’s curious to me.

” I put you guys through a lot of shit in the name of storytelling. Any parts you have complaints about? “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) None, planned or otherwise.

“ ..that was fast. “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) What can I say? I enjoy the twisty shit, at least on this end of the pool. Ignoring the reservations, and dealing with the danger-fear of getting hurt in ways that can’t be fixed with stitches or band-aids, of accepting that kind of bond knowing how it started and risking the idea that finding out why might not make that danger less or that person better or more relatable than perceived to be able to accept them farther even after that investment?

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) The contradiction of pride and ego versus conscience and the guilt when it belongs there getting in the way -and even dealing with when it should be toned down that results in having one, even if it’s just a sliver in places and playing that out along with dipping into places mostly ignored or washed over in the Universes; is interesting and fun to me. Danger included. I have a little less guilt than my mirrors in a lot of directions that gets placed elsewhere after we come back to Earth; and I enjoy that dynamic and what we’re trying to explore there. That whole; ‘what if he was loyal, without he stone’s influence’ aspect, in our own flavor is a LOT of fun to play with. It’s a very different Universe, but holds hints and background pieces, and similarities enough, as well as the core; that it’s a feasable alternative to the canon line. Which is extra fun, for the personal aspects or ‘humanity’ we manage in the process? So no.. no complaints. Not yet anyways.. heh. We’ll see how I feel when you start actually touching actual, hands-on Gagnarok fixes and alternates though. Outside of that Cosmic-FrostIron bitty from a few doors down anyway. That’s gonna be a mess.

“ Whee.. yeah. MONSTERS gets that honor first, most likely.. “

Cuyler (Clint Barton D14:) Good. Bean can handle that best, I think... or maybe worst. Either way it’s gonna be entertaining for me..

For those interested, Cuyler’s published stories are found below in chronological order (they were posted out of order in part because of the prompts themselves and some parts were planned ahead to take certain slots.) The title names are the links to each part.

The Warming Stone (part 1)

Fathers (part 4)

The Hart (part 2)

Between the Reds (part 3)

#Lokiverse #Lokiverse muses #muse interview #Cuyler/Clint Barton D14 #Clint Barton #Dark Fairy Tale Elements #Door/Universe 14 #Hawkeye #OOC interview #Lokiverse (Mixology)#alternate universes #multiverse #conjoined AUs #Alternate Reality #fanfiction #FrostHawk #aka #LoHawk

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hazbinextgeneration · 3 years ago

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Into The Casino Ch13

Disease wa quick to catch up with the pretty pony down the hall and she seemed just a little rattled from the intense asking. Lou seemed to be VERY against the idea, but..she did it. SHE DID IT!! The feeling brought a small proud feeling to her as she silently marveled at her small victory. She can't believe she actually did that! And it worked!...But she would slow down. She only got this far by sheer luck, best not to push it too far. Especially when Disease casually strode up to her with a raised brow.

"Ssso. You wanna go sssee the bird brain?," he questioned raising a brow to her. She paused. It took her a moment for her to gather her senses enough for her to reach into her dress pocket and pull out the small pink business card from it, Disease flicked his tongue at it and slowly took it from her once his senses registered it as harmless. His smile never leaving. "I-...Can you take me there?" Her finger reached out and pointed to the small address under the fancy club name written on it, and Disease chuckled. "Nah. You don't to worry that pretty little head off. Wouldn't be the first time I went down to sssteal a few secrets from there.~" He gestured for her to follow and she blinked before slowly trailing after him. Walking there instead of using the armored limo was a new feeling. It reminded her of the week she spent finally free of that horrible cage, only to wonder the streets for almost a whole week, homeless, hungry, and hoping she wouldn't get mugged when she took short naps in doorways. Everyone always looking at each other like they would suddenly snap and be at each other's throats, and she was always afraid that someone was going to be her. Again those feelings came back as she glanced around the red sky and run down looking buildings. Compared to Lou's casino, these looked much less taken cared of and she couldn't help but shiver at what was inside of them. Strangers? Drugs? Or maybe something much, much worse. Disease didn't at all fazed by what was going on around them though. Humming and flicking his tongue out every so often, like this was just another day on the job for him and for all she knew it probably was. After all he did say it wouldn't be his first time going down there to find out secrets, but she didn't know what secrets he could possibly want. Rita and him despite being on such ...tense terms seemed to get along alright. Or maybe not, what did she know. But her attention went back to the snake when he inched himself with a growl...and she leaned back instantly. Did he have....fleas?! A moment later he seemed back to normal and resumed whistling. ...She had no idea what this man could do. She had a couple ideas for Lou and Cyber with what power they had demonstrated. Lou's plants were a key part of him and he seemed very calculating by his eyes. So did Cyber but they seemed to be calculating in different way. Lou was like a gambling man, watching his every move carefully. Mentally rolling the dice as it was, looking at all the choices and trying each one before going for the one that seemed to work. Cyber's way of calculating was...well like this computer thing Lou told her about. Calculating the most likely outcomes and going straight for it. There was no denying she was as much of a powerhouse as she was smart. But she literally knew nothing about this serpent other that he was apparently married to Midnight and a father. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking because he chuckled and gave her a quick side glance raising a brow. Similar to what Lou would do but coming from Disease it was much less threatening, maybe it was because she was taller than him? "Ssso, any specific reason you're going to a place like Bird Brains?" She blinked before looking down. "W-Well..I-It's not really to see Rita." Disease fully turned to her now, smiling widening a bit and senses all high for what she had to say now. Oh this was interesting. "I-....I w-was hoping to talk to one of her workers." His brow rose further and he hummed. "Which one? Dolly'ssss really nice. Just don't touch her or ol' Jaspy boy'sss bound bash ya sane...Not that Im speaking from experience." She chose to ignore that last bit, and what was the risk of telling? Would he tell Lou?...Most likely, Lou did NOT seem the slightest bit happy about her going at all. So with a breath she answered, "Someone who could possibly answer my questions. I can't not know the answers for m-my sake." Disease rose a brow and his sly mind revolved around that idea for a moment before shaking his head. Remembering Lou's orders to keep her away from people. Eh, the guy was always a spoil sport. "I wouldn't go too far if I were you. Clubs are hotspots for big bad people to come around and cause trouble. Better stick close in places like strip clubs if you don't wanna get caught.~" Her ears went back and she sighed. "Alright." Disease nodded. This job should be easy. "....Hey Disease. W-What's a strip club?" The snake stopped. Completely, utterly stopped. Just like someone paused a movie. His leg was still stuck out like he was about to take a step, tongue stuck out, and eyes wide with his frozen smile....And he slowly looked up to her. She stared down at him confused at his actions but he finally spoke. "...Heh. Well then. I guesss you'll be in for a shocking surprise, eh horn head?" To say she was shocked was an understantement. He was completely. Utterly. MORTIFED at what was presented before her. When they finally got to the Heaven in Hell Strip Club, Disease still hadn't said a word about anything and so when they slunk through a side way he 'just happened to know' instead of using the main entrance where a long line was, her ears were almost immediately blasted with loud obnoxious sounds, and when asked Disease simply told her it was the clubs music.....THAT WAS MUSIC???? The next thing was multicolored bright light that made her go blind for a second. But she wished she was still blinded as the sight that finally hit her was almost like a literally punch to the face. And her jaw dropped in horror at the scene before her. What she could only describe as ....VERY, very exotic dancers were entertaining many guests sipping multicolored drinks and at another part of the entire thing was a whole bunch of demons close together partying and....Was that dancing?! That could not have been dancing! Where was the jazz band and the fancy dresses and the tap dancing??...She wished she was still blinded and not staring at the horror in front of her. Disease didn't seem to mind one bit as his tongue flicked more as he oogled some of the women in the area. He could feel Midnight slapping him and the cute self concious and jealous pout on her face and he snickered. She was so cute like that. He turned back to the frozen look of horror on the women and grabbed her arm to start tugging her away, but she yanked her arm away from him in instinct. The contact finally bringing her back to her senses as she took one last look at the horror show in front of her and looked at him in question. He snickered and gestured around them. "What did ya expect?! Welcome to hell, Horn Head!!" ..Well, he had a point. She really shouldn't have expected anything less by now. But when he started moving from the upper level he was at, she followed closely behind. They were passed by other demons who wore clothes she wouldn't be caught dead in. Maybe a couple making out, the smell of alcohol and smoke attacking her senses to where she coughed and reached a hand to cover her mouth and nose from everything. Everything burnt and hurt her watering eyes and the spinning sights were starting to make her head hurt. How could anyone like this kind of place?! Disease however ever oblivious continued to lead her down the steps and his tongue flicked towards the bar and slitted eyes glancing over all the drinks being served by the bartender. Her eyes rolled, men. Typical- Her shoulder bumped against someone and for a moment she made eye contact with another demon. Red cherry skin and snow white hair staring back at her. "OMG! S-Sorry! I-I'm so sorry!!" She tucked her head down and quickly stepped down the stairs after the still walking away snake. Catching up to him just as he reached the bottom of the stairs and started making his way towards the bar counter. " I-Isn't it too early to be drinking anything?" He blew her off and still headed to the counter. "You kidding me? Cyber interrupted my drinking sssession so Im taking the time to finish it here. Relax your fuzzy face...And speakin' of fuzzy." His smile became sly as he leaned against the counter and rose a brow. " 'Ey, Dolly. How'sss it been, Sweetcheeks?" She blinked her purple eyes as one women standing by the bar turned around and immediately smiled seeing the snake man. "OMG!! Hello, Disease! I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight!" The gal looked...pretty cute. Her eyes big and giggles at seeing the snake like he was an old friend. Guess he really did sneak in here more than once. "You want the usually tonight?" He nodded. "Yeah. And maybe a burger or somethin'. Im starvin'." The lady giggled and nodded her head before bouncing off with a hum. Leaving her standing there with the snake who crawled into one of the barstools and ran his long tongue over his fangs as a bottle was placed in front of him. "HEL-LO beautiful.~" Amalfia rose a brow as Disease began chugging the bottle down like it was his last decent drink, before directing her eyes back to the giant mess of a laughing and rowdy crowd. "Uh...S-Shouldn't we be finding someone here? I-I still want to know something." He again blew her off and went back to looking into the inside of the bottle. "Even if you did ask nobody would care enough to listen anyways. Now stick close will ya? Placesss like this would eat your weak little heart out, Sugar." She scowled at his response. He didn't even look at her, and she wasn't about to even drink that toxic stuff. With a sigh, she coughed a few more times from smells and smokes, turning her eyes to the side. Her eyes almost didn't catch the flash of white within the tall crowd and she paused. She could barely see it, but there was a small flash of white making it's way across the very crowd and those purple eyes followed it until it vanished....Quickly he unleaned against the wall and gave a nervous look to Disease, who was still downing the bottle and not even looking anywhere in her direction. She hesitated. Should she go for it? What if she was wrong and she just got in a heap in trouble for nothing. ....But if she was right- It was decided then, with a hiss intake of air, she sucked it u[ and began pushing her way into the crowd. ...GOD!! It was worse than she thought!! Everyone kept shoving and pushing her, screams and laughs were thrown into her ears so much they retreated against her head and she groaned. Her mind partially blurred as her eyes looked everywhere for a flash of white. But it was hopeless, she couldn't see anything past the flashy lights and moving demons- Until she finally broke through the other side, almost colliding with the wall. Her body gasped as if she had burst from water instead of a small crowd and groaned. Coughing her lungs out once her eyes reopened...And wouldn't you know it, she saw white. Literally. From across from her was a giant white head with a purple strap and purple hat on it. And when the head turned around- She almost smiled from the relief and excitement she felt from seeing the grumpy face of the white skeleton. Charles was standing right across the room from her! Said skeleton was tapping his foot and looking at a clipboard in his hand with a scrutening look, it reminded her of the faces Midnight gave the few times she walked in on the woman looking through her spell books. But her excitement was short lived when he turned and began walking away, which made her body shift into gear and hurry after him. She almost lost him again too, hurrying through another small crowd and trying to keep her eyes on that flash on white. Luckily she glimpsed a small purple hat ducking through a small door in the back. Well of course she followed him right up to the door, and there wasn't anything stopping her from going in...Except for the Staff Only sign right above the door. That's what made her pause and stare dead at the white door in front of herself. Well this was just great! Now she had to wait around for him to come back out! Which could be bad. Someone could wonder why she was standing in front of the door for so long, or Disease could notice she was missing. He would probably make her leave and she wasn't leaving without having those darn answers!...Her sanity as she knew it was on the line, and the mere thought of being a prisoner again was starting become overwhelming and her stomach did a flip flop. That was NOT happening!! With one determined shove, the swinging door was pushed open and in she went without a second thought. The inside was...different from what she expected. It looked quite a lot like the staff's lounge back at the casino only much smaller and less fancy. A few couches, a mini fridge, other kitchen things, a television, and a few other relaxing things meant for the ones who worked the place. But her purple eyes laser focused onto the figure in the middle who was currently pouring himself a cup of coffee while grumbling that sounded like 'stupid creature', being sighing and bringing the piping hot liquid to his lips. She again hesitated. Here he was. Right in front of her, no one around to stop them. But considering she's basically trespassing and the fact he was clearly annoyed....This might not be the best time..She almost wussed out, until that thought of being trapped again crossed her mind..she was not going to back down and become someone's pet or plaything again! With a sharp intake- "C-Charles?" The skeleton jumped, and snapped his head to her. One eye widened in surprise. Clearly he wasn't expecting her to be there, some of the coffee spilling out of his cup and dripping down the sides of the mug he was holding. Both stared at each other for a few tense seconds before his surprised face turned into a scowl, "What are you doing back here?! Can't you read!!" "Y-Yes! But you don't understand. Im here because I need your h-help-" "Then you can wait outside just like everyone else!" The coffee mug was placed back onto the counter and he bagan marching towards her, making shooing motions with his hands. "Go on. Out, out, out!! You can make a complaint with me after my break!" "No, it's not about that!" "Then it can still wait u-" "IT'S ABOUT LOU!!" Her eyes slammed shut. Silence. She was expecting him to still kick her out. For hands to start shoving her back to the door...but nothing but silence greeted her ears. Ever so slowly, she reopened her eyes and blinked down to him. Charles was in a similar pose Disease was in when he froze. Only this time he wasn't all the way frozen and just blinking up at her. His arms still in that shooing position, but soon a scowl formed on his face and his arms were quick to go back to his sides. She could now tell this guy was suspicious by the way he was looking her over. "...And why would you want to ask me about him?," he asked crossing his arms. Well, that wasn't a no. But she had to word her next few words very carefully. "I-I..it's me." His brow rose. "W-W-We met a-at the dress shop? You were with...R-Rubix?" It was like a switch was flipped in his head turning on a lightbulb and his scowl became even more annoyed. He looked her over and finally seemed to recognize her from those months ago. ".....Yeah? Rita told me about how you're his...'lover' now" He made quotation movements with his hand and spat it out like it disgusted him. "What?! N-No! Nothing like that! W-We're not-...H-He's just courting me!" It didn't seem that made him even less impressed as he still scowled. "Well? Whatddya want? If you haven't notice I have a job to do and I don't wanna spend my break playing nursemaid to someone like you! Did he put you up to this?" "W-Wha- N-No! I came here be-because-..." She sighed and looked down, reaching up to rub her arm. SHould she really tell him her reasoning? Would he even tell her if she did tell him? He looked already suspicious and not willing to speak yet..well, she definately had nothing to lose. "I-...Need to know more about him. And you are the only one who knows about him enough to tell me what I want to know?...Please." A small silence followed...and she heard footsteps walking away from her. Those purple eyes blinked up and watched as Charles made his way back to the counter. Grabbing his coffee mug, before taking a giant swig of it. An almost calm look on his face as he sighed and looked up from it. The two stood there staring for a few moments. "You want to hear why I hate Lou to no end?" She nodded and he hummed, almost not beleiving her. "Im happy to tell but what do you get out of it?" ".....Im hoping to not get hurt. That's the most honest way I can word it." There was another pause before he huffed what sounded like a chuckle before looking at her. "You really serious about this?" She nodded and he hummed. "Alright. Since you're so willing to listen I will allow it." A huge wave of releif came over her and she let out a breath, watching as he walked over to a couch and sat down in it. Placing the mug back down and looking up to her with a serious face. "How much DO you know?" ....Shr shrugged. "Not much. Just vague details about his death, but Rita t-told me you two knew each other for a long time." He huffed again and she flinched. Placing the mug onto the coffee table rather roughly and staring at her. "Yes. Unfortunately we did. But beleive me if I had it my way, I would go back and time and strangle him until he wilted sooner." She blinked and remained silent so he continued. "You want to know who he was? To put it simply he was and always will be a slimey, rotten, manipulative b*st*rd who uses others for his own gain and never thinks twice about anyone but himself!..Maybe that metalheaded body guard being a slight acception, but that's besides the point." He pointed at her and her ears went back. "Even if he's telling the truth, I wouldn't trust ANYTHING that comes out of his cabbage patch mouth. He's the whole reason for what happened to me!!" "W-What happened? I don-" The coffee table shook when the smaller man slammed his hands down onto it. His one eye glowing with hatred and when he opened his mouth fangs appeared. "HE FUCKING KILLED ME!! YOU WANT TO REALLY KNOW WHY I HATE HIM SO MUCH!? IT'S BECAUSE THAT OVER GROWN F*CKING LEAF WAS THE DEATH OF ME AND NOW I GET TO SPEND THE REST OF ETERNITY KNOWING HE'S JUST UP THE ROAD AND I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF RUNNING INTO HIM TOO UNLESS ONE OF US ARE KILLED OFF AGAIN!! AND THIS TIME!! IT WON'T BE ME GOING UNDER FIRST!!" His chest heaved and it took a couple blinks for him to look back to her. The unicorn's body was like that of a scared hellhound. Leaning back with scared wide doe-eyes and looking like she'd bolt any second. His heaving slowly went down and he sighed, slowly letting his body drift back down into the comfy cushions of the couch and relaxing back. The embers of hate slowly burning out and his teeth going back to their normal state. He slowly lifted a hand to grab the cup and again brought it back to his mouth. "....That is what he was and that is what he WILL always be! Life, death, and in between." He took a sip and gave her a glance she couldn't quite understand. ".....Not to mention a womanizer. Men and women have been heartbroken by him but it comes at no surprise to me. That's how he is." She didn't answer right away. Just staring at him in absolutely horror at what she had said and her mind rushing trying to process this new information. She new he must've done something bad to end up here, but...he actually killed Charles. The skeleton demon looked too passionate about that to have been lying and so Lou.....But he hadn't even lifted a hand to anyone as far as she's been there. To her he was WAY more interested in collecting money(or whatever was counted as money down there) and playing his games. ..Or occupying his plants, she had no idea what his garden looked like. But the way she was staring at Charles...Well it certainly wasn't like the scowl he was giving her back, until he sighed again. "There you have it. All laid out. Whether you beleive me or not, I don't care, but don't blame me when something happens." ".....Im s-s-sorry." It came out just above a whisper, but it was still enough to get him to stop and snap his eye back up to her, blinking rapidly. "...What did you say?" She stood there staring at him with a blank but wide eyed face. "I-I...*inhale* I s-said. Im sorry. I don't think you deserved what happened to you...I r-really don't." He just stared at her. She was...apologizing? To him?! For something Lou did that she didn't even do?! ...He stared at her for a moment, but a little voice whispered: But Lou doesn't pick just any sideliner to just make googoo eyes over. Something must be horrific about her to earn her a spot on leafboy's arm. So he looked away with a scoff. "....You came and you got what you wanted. But I suggest if you don't want to end up like this-" He pointed a hand to the eye patch he wore."- I would advise you to get as far from him as possible...while you still can that is." She stood there but looked down again. "O-Oh. I see." An awkward silence filled the air and she took a shaky breath. She guessed it was time for her to go now. So she took a step to the door. "T-Thank you for your time. I-Im sorry to have bothered you, Charles." He still didn't look at her when she opened the door. "Just...don't say I didn't warn you. Good luck. Hell knows you'll need it." She didn't say anything else when she stumbled out the door, regaining her balance and taking a deep breath- Coughing from the smoke and alcohol smell. Well....She couldn't be too upset. That's what she told herself when she began making her way back to where she hoped Disease would still be, not pushing very hard or fast anymore since she wasn't in a hurry, but the sounds and lights didn't bug her much this time. She still coughed though. Her mind was almost a blank and everything was a blur around her as her mind still revolved around what just happened and mixed feelings were still revolving around her head...No wonder the two hated each other, but...She didn't know. Her head still couldn't make heads or tails of one thing. Lou...hadn't hurt anyone as far as she knew? Yes there WAS something definately behind those red eyes she should be worried about...But there WAS something else. She didn't know what but when he spoke she always felt like, he was telling the truth. Maybe not the whole truth all the time, but if there was one thing he always was it was honest. Since when was anyone honest with her? It was more than she could say for everyone else. And it's not like he could've wanted anything from her. What could she have had that made her even worth his time?...Which was a good question she still needed to answer. But for now, she had gotten most of what she needed to decide- Something grabbed and on instinct she whirled around and brought a hand up-....Only to stop when a hair of slitted snakes eyes and a frown stared up at her. "Didn't I tell you to ssstay with me?! Do you know how much trouble we both could've been in?" Her fear quickly went away and she sighed. "I-...Im sorry. I just...wanted to look around f-for..." "For Rita or someone." He narrowed his eyes flicking his tongue. "And DID you find someone?" "Yes." He blinked. Mildly surprised she wasn't trying to deny it like most people, but she frowned. "But I didn't find out anything I wanted to know." She wasn't lying. She wanted to hear good news. Maybe he got sent to hell for merely gambling or maybe something like that. She wanted to find that out. Not what she was told. Disease stared at her for a few more seconds. Tongue flicking out then back in...before he smiled in satisfaction. She wasn't lying. "That's the ssstuff I wanna here. Now you're coming back with me. And try not to wonder off like a lost sheep this time."

All characters except Amalfia belongs to @palettepainter

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ask-the-loveable-lilth · 4 years ago

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Part four of the feral brothers based on the game of Obey Me! Shall we date otome game. Enjoy a picture of 6 in his winter clothes. The poor thing is mentally unhinged.

“9...! 9! It’s me, 6!” The boy scream into the snow storm, ready to tear up. “9! I’m sorry! I know that you didn’t approve of me sleeping with any humans to save you and the others...!” He yelled and turned as he heard the voice again, this time singing. 6 fell and crawled and ran as much as he could while walking in the snow for the first time in his life. “9, please...” he begged the voice of what sounds like his sister. “I didn’t want to sleep with the disgusting guards! Or with the other humans that visited to laugh at our own demise or pitying us! But I didn’t want you to be sacrificed to the demons! Like Mom and Dad! I wanted the other kids that we took in saved, you were so motherly and kind! I knew that you would be a good mother yourself if I had to sleep with anyone and everything. I want you back...if I didn’t sleep with that girl that night, I would have saved you! Or died with you! 9, please... I don’t want you to ignore me anymore...” 6 bawled as he collapsed to the snow and cried. Giving in to the cold and feeling his body shutting down.

“6! 6? 6! Where’d you go? For a weakling, he sure does get far.” 13 said, a little while later, becoming more lost. “I hate this...there’s snow everywhere, I can’t find the vehicle or 6...I should have never had brought him with me...this is all my fault...” 13 said as whispers of agreed with her statement that reminded her of an old friend. “That...that can’t be him...he died at the sacrifice while he protected me and told me to run...don’t listen, 13...” she told herself as she squinted though the snow, seeing a shadow bend down and pick up something. “6! I’m coming!” The girl yelled as she ran to the shadow. “6, please we have to go back to find...” the words that she was about to say left her mind. She stared up at the demon that held the body of 6. “6, no! Let him go!” 13 demands to the demon. It wore a cloak and a soft jingle sound came from underneath the cloak. Their fingers wrapped around 6’s leg and arm, carrying him bridal style against their body. A growl emitting from underneath the cloak as the demon ran off. “6!” 13 yell and climb up a tree, before hopping trees to go after the demon without the snow slowing her down. “Drop 6 right now!” She said, before the voices returned even louder than before. This trips her up.

“It’s your fault!”, “we’d be happy with you in our place, you should have died for us sooner!”, “This is why we gave you over!”, but the others were nothing to the soft spoken and angelic voice that reminded her of the boy that she had taken in as her brother for protection. “Give up, 13...then we can finally be a family without the demons lurking around and the humans killing us off. Please, 13... please just give up, I want you to come be here with me...” he whispered softly as if he is next to her, giving her a hug. 13 nearly fell from the tree, as she pulled the throwing stars to hit something, anything.

“My brother wouldn’t ever say that! Come out, demon! I’m here to rewrite the past! The world is heading for a second holy war and I have to prevent it!” 13 yells at the snowstorm. Her words seems to have put a halt to the storm and the same cloaked demon appeared in front of her, their fingers weren’t sharp, but the air around them seemed to state a different story. A bell jingle from beneath their cloak and a cow’s tail swayed underneath the cloak being slightly visible from the light of the snowy sky and the snow below the two. A breeze kicked in and took the hood off the demon, leaving 13 to stare at the male. Sharp teeth lined his smug smile, his darkened hair had spots of white. A bell hung from the collar around his neck and his look was a bit more human than she was expecting. The cloak flutter behind him as the demon side really showed there. His legs are similar to a cow’s and his body was definitely more prepared to fight a human. That would explain the town and such. The town offers the people that drive though the town and lets the demon have food anytime without summoning it constantly. “Where’s 6? The other wizard who is traveling with me? What’d you do to him?” 13 asked angrily and pulled out a dagger from her boot.

“He’s fine if you can answer my questions, witch. If not, you’re going to be too late to save the boy. Though Asmo might be angry at me if I eat something that is as gorgeous as he is without Asmo getting his fingers on him first to get a taste of him. I suppose I wouldn’t mind sharing something with Asmo for once...” he mumbled as he seems to be talking to himself. “I think that I’ll do that instead... but first...you know how to save my brother? Answer truthfully and you might get him back in one piece.” He said.

“You’re...Belphgor...?” 13 asked, confused and tilt her head. “I didn’t expect this...so strange and weird...” 13 seems to be engrossed with this new info until his words finally set in. “I mean, yes. I know the way to get everyone else back to how they were centuries ago, Belphgor. But I only have leads, ideas and such. First, I had to find Beelzebub, then I found out that he’s visiting you... I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing but I guess...” 13 said. “My spell book said that I have to endure a curse of each of the seven brothers to get access to devildom. I endured gluttony...several hundreds of my people are dead though... and now, sloth...I can handle the nap, honestly...”

“You’re enduring the sloth curse already, along with your travel partner. If you had just been a little bit faster...maybe everything you cared about wouldn’t end up with fire, human. Maybe if you didn’t unleash the curse of my brother’s, you wouldn’t have killed everyone that the male is crying over. And at this rate, if you don’t keep running around in circles, thinking that you’re getting closer to him, he’s going to be dead either way. So what’s this about a holy war, human? Be careful... if you don’t answer correctly, I’ll let my brother and I take a bite each before we send him to Asmo to fix up and finish off.” Belphgor said calmly.

“6! He’s...no, you...” 13 stared at the other, giving in. “Us witches and wizards are becoming more and more rare...soon humans are next... and once you run out of humans... I was told that angels will be able to have an excuse to kill every demon if the humans are in danger from demons...I want to prevent the war and save my people.”

“You’re a greedy little brat...Mammon is going to have a field day with you...you’re doing it for your people? Not for us demons? Not for the human realm? Not for the angels...heh...I’ll make sure to tell him that you are just that selfish and incredibly inconsiderate to everyone...”

“I’m not...selfish...am I?” 13 asked herself out loud and shook her head, not going to let the demon get into her head. “Give me 6 now!” She demanded.

“Sorry, witch...selfish creatures don’t get to have what they want... but I’m happy to say that your partner is going to be fine. We sent him to the avatar of lust in Tokyo. You’ll meet Levi along the way in the Pacific Ocean. I’d recommend that you hurry up before the wizard gives into the lust from Asmo. Then you’re going to be too late to save him.”

“I still don’t get what time has to do with this!” 13 said angrily.

“That’s simple, my dear...if you’re late to something, that means that you’re too slow to make things right. Now, let’s give you a hand...” he smirked and put a finger under her chin and kissed 13, resulting in her passing out from his kiss.

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razieltwelve · 5 years ago

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Rebirth - Story Idea (Worm/Final Rose)

Taylor dies in the locker.

Sort of.

After being shoved in the locker, Taylor finds herself reborn into the world of Final Rose… as Taren’s twin sister. She lives a full, eventful life as a member of the Yun-Farron family before eventually dying near the end of the Age of Heroes, a few years before Diana.

And then she wakes up back in the locker.

At first, she wonders if her entire life on Remnant was simply a hallucination, a fever dream brought on by the trauma of the locker. However, in hospital, she notices that not only is she healing far more rapidly than a normal person but she can also feel a strange, yet comforting sensation within herself.

That night, after dreaming of her life on Remnant, she awakens her Aura.

She now knows that her life on Remnant was real.

This is equal parts comforting, because she’s not crazy, but also heartbreaking. She has a lifetime’s worth of memories about a family she doubts she will ever get a chance to meet again. The sheer enormity of it comes crashing down on her.

Remember, Taylor was one of the last people in her generation to die during her life on Remnant. Diana was the only one to outlive her. That means she not only has memories of Lightning and Fang dying but also all of her aunts, cousins, and siblings.

It takes her a week to finally drag herself out of what is very nearly a catatonic state. She decides that she’s going to do what any self-respecting Yun-Farron would do in her situation. She’s going to help save the world. Again.

X X X

Once Taylor has made her decision to save the world, she needs to decide how she’s going to do it. Using the skills she picked up on Remnant, she begins investigating her options. She might not have Diana’s sheer brilliance when it comes to technology and computers, but she is no slouch either. More importantly, as Diana’s younger sibling, she was privy to basically all of Diana’s research and development. She has the plans for a lot of Diana’s technology in her head, as well as enough technical know how to reproduce a lot of it too.

Her first step is to begin gathering information. She does this by constructing stealth drones that she discretely guides around the city. They have the ability to not only observe and relay information but also breach networks wirelessly or through a physical connection. They’re a bit rough, but they’re based on a design so advanced that they’re basically undetectable.

At the same time, Taylor begins a rigorous training program. With her Aura a fraction of what it was in her prime, she knows she can’t afford to stay as she is. Fortunately, her Aura wasn’t the only thing she brought over. As one of Fang’s kids, she has vastly accelerated healing and regeneration (even if it’s nowhere near what Diana has). Thanks to that, she is able to improve her physical and Aura conditioning rapidly.

Her drones eventually stumble across Coil’s network, and she begins investigating the villain. As someone who was heavily involved in the politics of Remnant, Taylor quickly realises what kind of threat she is dealing with… and what kind of opportunity she has.

She waits until she is confident in both herself and the equipment she is making, and then she moves to take out Coil. She catches him off guard and kills him before he can effectively use his powers. After dealing with Alyssa (Snow’s younger daughter) who has a similar power and far greater fighting prowess, it’s surprisingly easy.

Seizing control of Coil’s assets, Taylor sets up a fake identity, posing as a Tinker. She calls this identity Beacon in honour of the massive research facility that Vanille had underneath Beacon academy. Her plan is for Beacon to begin taking Coil’s organisation legitimate by developing and selling technology and by eliminating rival gangs. To this end, she intends to have Tattletale and the others become a group of rogue heroes.

While this is going on, Taylor begins to explore the cape scene through another alter-ego, Huntress, who she sets up as an independent hero with Brute/Striker/Mover abilities, which are basically all fuelled by her Aura. Thanks to a lifetime of experience and training, Taylor became a SSS Tier Huntress, so her combat skills are, to say the least, impressive.

She makes her debut by intercepting Lung after he pursues the Undersiders who had attacked his casino at the behest of Beacon who has, at this point, revealed herself as having replaced Coil. Her cover story is that she is another one of Beacon’s assets who will be joining their independent hero team.

She is able to repel Lung and help Armsmaster subdue him thanks to tech that she claims to have gotten from Beacon. However, Tattletale is already beginning to suspect that Huntress and Beacon might be more closely connected than they claim.

X X X

I’ll probably post up more ideas of how this could go, maybe a few snippets too. In canon, Taylor is ridiculously determined and absurdly good at optimising her power. Can you imagine what she’d be like after a lifetime of being a Yun-Farron?

Heh.

Having two sets of memories to deal with is also going to be something she’ll struggle with a lot. She was married in her other life. She even had kids of her own. Yet now she’s a teenager again. That’s got to be disconcerting. And there will be a lot of times when she’ll see or hear something and it’ll remind her of her other life.

For instance, when she’s busy working on her tech, she’ll get a lot of flashbacks to all of the times she spent learning from Diana, Vanille, and Raine. And so much of how she analyses things tactically will be influenced by Lightning, Fang, and Averia. And that’s even counting how weird it feels for her to look around and not see Taren and Fury nearby. They were inseparable for most of their lives, and she even buys a brand of cereal that resembles the Gary brand before realising that Fury isn’t around to eat it.

Seeing Vista in action is something of a bitter sweet experience to because it reminds her so much of Taren (his Semblance does something very similar to Vista’s power). As Huntress, it drives her to befriend the ward and help train her because so many of the tricks and tactics Taren developed in his lifetime can be used by Vista as well.

As for her power, Taylor doesn’t have a Shard based power. Instead, she gets her Semblance from her life in Remnant. What is it? It is Mix and Match, a Semblance I’ve described before. Basically, it can combine things to create sentient constructs that can be summoned by and controlled by the user. For instance, if you combined the skeleton of a crow with a lump of steel, you get a steel crow that takes orders and has some other abilities too.

In her life on Remnant, Taylor had the benefit of being related to multiple bearers of Saviour and Ragnarok, as well as some of the greatest scientific minds of all time. And Fraise? Taylor and Fraise were a nightmare. Fraise can basically create any form of matter she wants if she uses enough Aura, and Taylor can combine that with the parts of various Grimm or other animals to create something truly terrifying.

She might not have access to those people anymore, but she has a plan. After all, even if she can’t kill an Endbringer with the tech she’s got right now (and that might change given enough time), she should be able to break off a small piece of one. And if she just so happened to use that piece along with, say, a robot she was building…

#worm #final rose #fanfiction #taylor

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azvolrien · 5 years ago

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Water Horses - Chapter Four

This one got a bit longer than the last few. I didn’t think it was quite long enough to have a good place to split in two.

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After a good night’s sleep and a bowl of porridge, Asta wandered out of the broch to see Roan sitting cross-legged on top of the wall. Hens scurried out of her way as she crossed over to the steps.

“What are you doing?” she asked, climbing the steps.

Roan looked up. She had a damp cloth tied over her mouth and nose and a pair of goggles strapped over her eyes. “Making arrowheads,” she said, slightly muffled by the cloth as she waved a hand-sized lump of stone in the air.

“Is that flint?”

“Chert, technically,” said Roan. “But the skills involved are similar.” She set her hammer-stone down and held up a finished arrowhead for Asta to see. It was more of a lozenge or a leaf-shape than the barbed triangle that classically said ‘arrowhead’, but the point and edges had been knapped wickedly sharp.

“And the…?” Asta sat down and waved her hand in front of her face to indicate Roan’s somewhat makeshift safety gear.

“The cloth is so I don’t breathe in the stone dust,” said Roan, lifting her hammer again and returning to work on her current arrowhead. “The goggles are so I don’t get hit in the eye by a stray flake of chert.” She paused. “You might want to sit a little further back.”

Asta nodded and shuffled back to a safer distance. “Do you use them for hunting?”

Roan nodded and held the half-finished arrowhead up to her eyes for a closer look. “Birds, mostly. Grouse; pheasants. Sometimes deer. Just the little roes, though – I could take down one of the big reds or reindeer with a well-aimed shot, maybe even an elk if I was lucky, but most of the carcass would go to waste. I try not to kill anything I can’t carry by myself, since I don’t have a pony or anything.”

“Seals are heavy,” Asta pointed out, nodding at the cloak and skull lying on the wall beside Roan.

Roan laughed. “I didn’t kill the seal! It was already dead when I found it washed up on the rocks. That being said – I could carry a seal for long enough to get it from the sea to the broch.” She held up one arm and flexed her biceps. Asta nodded thoughtfully, momentarily distracted by the interesting way Roan’s tattoos moved over the muscle.

“And the reindeer skin on your bed?” she asked once her focus returned.

“Heh, you’ve got me there. I had to camp out on the hills for a few days while I rendered the carcass a bit more portable. So – knapping like this takes years of practice, but would you like to learn how to make arrows?”

For a hermit, Roan turned out to have a surprising passion for teaching. By their second visit to the market island a week after the first, Asta could not only make a stone-headed, grouse-fletched arrow to a reasonable standard, but also gut a fish and cook it over a fire she had built herself, match wills with Vanessa the hen to collect the day’s eggs from the coop without too many pecks to her hands, roughly tell the time from the position of the sun, and pilot Each-Uisge with, if not Roan’s expertise, enough confidence to get it safely away from the island jetty while Roan finished securing their new supplies.

“Before I forget,” said Roan as she locked the boat shed. “Here. Got a present for you back on the island.”

It was a knife: about six inches of single-edged steel, with a black leather sheath, an antler handle, and a whetstone on a string to keep it sharp. It carried no ornamentation, not even a maker’s mark stamped on the blade, but there was a certain beauty in its simplicity and the quality of its anonymous craftsmanship. Asta accepted it in trembling hands, drew a couple of inches from the sheath to test the edge – it was sharp – and started to cry.

Roan’s eyes widened. “Um. I’m sorry! I just – you seemed quite taken with the one you were using for the fish earlier! I thought that maybe – but no, it was a bad idea, I’ll just-” She reached out to take the knife back.

“No!” squeaked Asta, hugging the knife to her chest. “I like it. I do like it. Thank you.” She sniffed, bowing her head, and managed a tearful smile. “It’s just.” She sniffed again and wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist. “It’s nothing.”

Still a little wide-eyed, Roan patted her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, then nodded towards the broch. “Come on. I think it’s going to be a cold night.”

It was; by morning a thick blanket of snow had covered the ground, putting enough of a chill into the air that Roan opened the door, winced, and retreated back inside for her sealskin and a tunic with sleeves before she went to scatter some feed for the hens.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you cover your arms,” said Asta, following her out with the reindeer skin around her shoulders and her thick woollen scarf wrapped around her neck as many times as it would go. “You don’t want a hat and scarf as well?”

“Hey, I’ve got this,” said Roan, pointing to the seal skull on top of her head. “Besides, I quite like the cold, even if I do have my limits.” She threw another handful of oats for the hens. “Was there any spare porridge? We can give it to the girls for a treat.”

Asta went back inside for the porridge pot. The hens gathered around, clucking excitedly, as she tipped the leftover porridge out on the ground for them. “They seem to like it.”

“I think it’s good for them to get something warm now and then, don’t you?” said Roan, watching the scrum with affection.

“This snow won’t kill off your vegetables, will it?”

“Nah, I already harvested everything that can’t survive the cold.”

“Do you not worry about foxes getting in?” asked Asta as Vanessa missed a blob of porridge and pecked the toe of her boot instead.

“No, I have the gate warded against them,” said Roan. “Besides – even if they did get past it, I’m not sure it would matter. Before I placed the ward I once saw Vanessa rally the others to chase off one that had got in.”

“Tough chicken.”

“The toughest.”

“So…” Asta linked her fingers over her stomach and leant against the chicken coop, looking at the ground. “You were probably wondering why I burst into tears when you gave me the knife yesterday.”

Roan scattered a last handful of oats, brushed off the dust, and gently placed her fingertips under Asta’s chin, tilting her head up to meet her eyes. “I’ve never really been in the habit of asking people about their problems,” she said quietly. “I think it gave people the impression I wasn’t interested; it was more that it always seemed like prying into things that weren’t my business.” She laid both hands on Asta’s shoulders. “But if there are things you need to talk about, I am here to listen.”

Asta sighed, ran a hand through her hair, and nodded. “Inside, though. It’s… a bit cold for it out here.”

“All right. I’ll be back in soon – I need to check on some skins in my workshop.”

Asta suspected Roan was really just giving her some time to compose herself. It was only a few minutes before Roan let herself back into the broch, sat down on the opposite side of the fire, and gestured for her to start when she was ready.

“I’m an only child,” Asta began. “My parents had done the maths. They could feed one extra mouth quite easily, and still have a bit left over for a small luxury now and then. Two, and they would struggle to even afford the basics. I’m not sure what they would have done if I’d turned out to be twins.” Roan nodded and said nothing, her grey eyes glinting in the firelight.

“So I had a pretty good childhood. Like I said earlier – not extravagant, but comfortable. I did well at school and went on to study literature at university.” If Roan had any opinions about this choice of degree, they did not show on her face. “Then in my last year, just after I graduated… It turned out my parents had decided to take a chance and invest some of their savings in… some venture or other. I didn’t take as much of an interest in the household finances as I probably should have, so I was never sure exactly what they’d paid into.” One of Roan’s eyebrows quirked very slightly upwards, but she still remained silent. “The plan was that if the investment paid off, they planned to make a presentation to Lord zeDamar to get access to the House funds.”

“The more you pay in, the more you get out,” said Roan neutrally. “Theoretically.”

“Theoretically. It… did not pay off. I’m still not really sure if the venture went badly and they felt they’d paid in too much to cut their losses and back away or if it had just been an outright con from the start but it was like it just ate money. They arranged to travel out to meet the people they’d invested with, have a look over things, see if there was anything to be done to fix things, but they never made it. There was…” Asta swallowed and closed her eyes for a moment, covering them with one hand. “They hit a storm on the way, up in the Kiraani Hills, and there was an accident. Their carriage went into a ravine. The House didn’t want to know about it; it was my immediate family’s mess so it was ours – mine – to clean up. So I was left to make all the arrangements by myself, which… was expensive. And then I started getting letters from my parents’ creditors.”

“By law, debts are not automatically inherited,” said Roan quietly. “You have to specifically agree to take them on before they’re something you’re obligated to pay. A lot of creditors rely on people not knowing that.”

Asta laughed bitterly. “Well, it worked! I sold off one thing after another, right up to the house, and the letters kept coming. So I went out to the slave markets. The Slavers’ League agreed to take on all the debts in exchange for putting me up on the next auction block. I suppose it was flattering in a way, how fierce the bidding was. Lady MacArra was prepared to pay a lot of money just for a secretary, and she was up against a lot of competition. She never really explained why.”

Roan pursed her lips as if locked in some internal debate and briefly opened her mouth, but shook her head and did not comment.

“I lived with her in Duncraig for five years. She was… kind, in her own way. A little grumpy at times, not really given to, ah, out-of-work socialising, but she was patient with any mistakes I made, gave me the weekends off, and more or less let me do as I pleased when I wasn’t helping in her office. Never let Daro bother me whenever he came to pester her, which I was grateful for. Even then I��d heard rumours about how her children and grandchildren treated slaves.” Asta sighed and gazed at the fire. Roan silently got up to add another log to the flames and sat back down. “And then she died. Something to do with her heart – it came on very suddenly. I ran to fetch a healer, but there was nothing they could do for her.” She closed her eyes again, scrubbing away the tears threatening at the corners. “Is it stupid, to grieve for someone who literally owned you?”

“Grief doesn’t care about whether or not it makes sense,” said Roan quietly, stirring the logs with a poker. “Slaves are vulnerable, no matter who their owner is, and she protected you. There’s no shame in missing her for that.”

Asta nodded and got up to lean on the wall by the stairs, facing the stonework. “So when you gave me the knife, I… I suppose everything just suddenly piled on at once and I realised that it’s been a very long time since anyone gave me a present just because they thought I would like it.”

Roan’s footsteps padded across the stone floor and she laid the very tips of her fingers against Asta’s shoulder. Asta turned to face her again with a half-hearted smile, and Roan drew her into a tight embrace. Asta blinked in surprise, frozen for a moment, before she sighed and wrapped her arms around Roan’s waist. “I’ve been so lonely,” she mumbled into her shoulder.

“I think I have too,” whispered Roan. “I just didn’t realise until I had someone around again.”

The emotional conversation went undiscussed after that, but the thoughts felt lighter for having been spoken, and the daily routine at Dun Ardech went on as usual. Asta took on a few more of the chores as she learned how to do them, such as cleaning the fish Roan caught, and was able to share a more efficient fish trap design she had read about. She had long since lost track of what day it was. After another week, she finally put her foot down about the sleeping arrangements and insisted that Roan take her own bed back; it was ridiculous for her to still be sleeping on one of the couches when it was her own home. Somehow this just resulted in them sharing it, which wasn’t quite what Asta had had in mind.

It did mean that Roan didn’t have very far to go when she suddenly shook Asta awake in the middle of the night, a couple of days before Curlew was due back from its voyage to the north. “Hsst! Asta! Wake up!”

“What time is it?” asked Asta blearily.

“Almost midnight.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why are you waking me up at midnight?”

Roan grinned, only visible by the faint witchlight she had conjured. “I’d forgotten what day it is. Nothing bad – but something is happening. Come up to the roof with me.”

Grumbling under her breath, Asta wrapped the reindeer skin around herself again and followed Roan up the steps to the trapdoor and out onto the walkway. There was no moon, but the sky was perfectly clear, covered in thousands of stars with the silvery band of the Birds’ Road stretching all the way across. A faint curtain of green light shimmered at the northern horizon, but this clearly wasn’t what Roan wanted to show her: instead she pointed across the sea loch to the south, and the sound of voices raised in song – too many to count – drifted across the calm water to them.

“Is that – is that a dragon ship?” asked Asta as the first boat came into view.

“Aye,” said Roan. “Sort of – it’s just a replica.”

The longship made its stately way down the loch, the carved dragon figurehead proud at the front. The striped sail was raised, but seemingly just for show; the propulsion came from a bank of oars on each side. Behind it, a row of boats smaller than the longship but longer and wider than Each-Uisge sailed side-by-side, each one with a row of burning torches fixed along the rails, while a whole flotilla of vessels from simple rowing boats to comfortable yachts followed behind, each bearing a lantern on its prow and each pilot and passenger joining in with the same song.

“What are they singing?” asked Asta.

“It’s an ancient hymn to the sun,” said Roan. “Thanking it for returning even after the longest winter nights, and praying that it always will. I wasn’t sure if you would have seen this before; a few boats in the fleet leave from Duncraig, but the dragon ship leaves from a little further down Loch Gorm and the rest join it along the way. It’s an old tradition – not sure how old exactly, but it’s been done since long before I was born. The song is in an old dialect. That’s why you can’t understand the words.”

Asta shook her head. “No. I’ve never seen this before.”

Most of the fleet came to a halt before they came level with the broch, but the dragon ship and its escorts carried on past it. One by one, the rowers on the dragon ship abandoned their oars and jumped into the water to swim back to the other boats, where they were hauled aboard and quickly bundled up in warm blankets with mugs of tea and soup.

One man on the foremost escort boat stood up and raised his arm. The singing came to a gradual halt, the silence spreading back through the fleet in a wave. More people in the other boats got to their feet, nocking arrows to bowstrings. The man closed his fist; the arrows were set alight, the bows were raised, and the strings drawn back. Then he let his arm fall in one sweeping gesture and two dozen flaming arrows arched high above the water to plummet back down onto the dragon ship, punching through the sail and slamming into the deck like terrible rain. The flames spread rapidly; in the space of less than a minute, the entire ship was ablaze with the firelight reflecting in the water.

“It was originally a funeral practice,” explained Roan. “When a monarch or a chieftain died, they’d be cremated in a ship like that. But nowadays it’s just symbolic.”

“Of what?” asked Asta, watching as the longship’s yard crumbled and fell to the deck in a shower of golden sparks.

Roan laid an arm around her shoulders and, after a tiny pause, leant in to kiss her on the cheek. “Happy New Year.”

Asta laid her head on her shoulder. “I’m glad you woke me up for this.”

They watched until the remains of the longship sank beneath the water and the rest of the boats began to drift home. Roan straightened up, stretched, and turned to go back to the trapdoor.

Asta caught her hand. “Roan.”

“Hm?”

Now or never. Asta summoned her courage, reached up to take Roan’s head in her hands, and pushed herself up on her toes to kiss her on the lips. Roan didn’t even hesitate; she wound her arms around Asta, almost lifting her off the floor, and leant into the kiss.

“Wow.” Asta drew back, swaying slightly. “You know,” she said dizzily, “for a semi-feral sea witch… you’re a really good kisser.”

Roan just smiled and pressed her forehead against hers.

She had disappeared in the morning, though she had left a note on her pillow saying ‘Checking traps’ with a heart symbol and a tiny cartoon of a happy seal. Asta yawned, got dressed, and went downstairs to collect some eggs and start heating some porridge.

She took her breakfast up to the outer wall to watch for Roan coming back, but there was no sign of her yet. Strangely, even though it was light, the water horses were still on the rocks. Perhaps the burning of the dragon ship had disturbed them and they were catching up on their missed sleep.

Movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was a boat, not as big as last night’s dragon ship but at least three times the size of little Each-Uisge, floating along on the breeze filling its sail. Asta frowned as the boat turned, heading for the rocks. Riabhach and his herd raised their heads curiously.

There was a thrum of bowstrings and a volley of crossbow bolts shot from the boat into the herd. One of the water horses let out a high-pitched scream; Riabhach reared up to his full height, stretching out his forelegs to hold back the attackers while the rest of the herd made their escape into the water, but even he had to back away and flee with an enormous splash as people began to leap from the boat to the rocks, carrying long knives and hunting spears. The last to disembark held no blade, but a long whip hung coiled at his wide belt.

Daro.

Asta dropped her bowl and ran for the broch, slamming the door behind her and lodging the bar in its slots. Her knife was upstairs. She ran to get it and climbed to the roof to crouch behind the rampart. There was no mist to hide her today.

Most of the strangers waited with the boat, but Daro led the rest up over the rocks and through the gate to the courtyard. The hens approached, expecting food, but even Vanessa ran back to the shelter of the coop when Daro aimed a vicious kick at her. There was a crash of splintering wood as his cronies broke down the door, then heavy booted footsteps coming up the stairs.

Asta readied the knife as Daro pushed the trapdoor open.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” he commented, leaning on the rampart as the others filed out after him. “It took me a while to round up enough help that weren’t too scared of ghost stories to launch an assault on Dun Ardech. I thought it might be easier to arrive by sea. Where’s your strange friend with the dog skull?”

“It’s a seal,” said Asta, holding the knife’s grip in both hands.

“A seal. Well,” Daro spread a hand on his chest in mocking apology, “consider me thoroughly corrected. I’m sure this has all been a lot of fun, but it’s time to come home, Asta.”

“Your family estate is not my home.”

“Asta,” he said, attempting a conciliatory tone. “Be reasonable. However far you may have fallen from your rightful place, you’re still nobility of the Empire. You belong in proper society, on the arm of a fellow noble and with a collar of the finest gold, not…” he cast an eye around the broch, “…here.”

“Maybe I would rather live here than wear a collar at all.”

“Come, now.” Daro placed a hand on his waist, just above the whip on his belt. “We have to maintain a certain level of discipline, but haven’t you been treated fairly?”

“Fairly!?” Asta stormed forwards, brandishing the knife. Daro took a cautious step backwards, but motioned for the others to stay where they were. “You chained me to a post in your stable yard and whipped me until I bled when I had done nothing. I was lucky to be able to walk afterwards. If you want me to leave here with you,” she lifted the knife to his chin, “you’re going to have to drag me out.”

Daro shrugged. “All right.” In a flash, he caught both of her wrists and pushed the knife down from his chin until Asta lost her grip on the handle and it fell to the stone beneath their feet. “Give me some help here!” More hands grabbed her arms, forcing them down and binding her wrists behind her back, shoving her towards the trapdoor. In a last desperate move, Asta lunged forwards and slammed her forehead into Daro’s nose. The satisfaction of the crunch it made did not last for long; he lifted a hand to his face, inspected the blood that came away on his fingertips, and drove his fist into her gut. She doubled over, wheezing for breath, and three people at once lifted her off her feet to carry her bodily down the stairs and out to the boat.

They dumped her in the stern like a sack of oats.

“Enough of this nonsense,” said Daro, taking a moment to tie her ankles and force a gag between her teeth. “Let’s just get back to the estate and we can put this whole sordid affair behind us, hmm? Cast off!” he added to the crew.

The boat turned to sail back up the loch. Behind it, Riabhach raised his head from the waves and roared once, before he and the other water horses climbed back onto the rocks.

There was still no sign of Roan.

~~~

Well that’s not good

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hocotate-freight-company · 6 years ago

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First Purple

((This is my first attempt at writing something based off of this blogs story. It’s also Persey’s backstory! Uh tell me if you guys like these and if I should make more, they’re nice filler and fun to write. Also don't expect it to be perfect especially formatting wise pfft.

The soft light of dawn was peering through the gray clouds in the sky as Olimar crunched through the snow and over to the onion. He peered up into the red onions’ hallucinating rays before being scolded by the ship “Ahem.” it made a loud staticy cough, turning Olimar’s attention to it. Louie was standing awkwardly in front of him, just...staring. “Captain Olimar I hope you aren’t forgetting to teach Louie the basics.” He gave him an accusing look. Olimar blinked at the machine, “Uh..no, I suppose I’m just eager to get to our first cave,” he gestured the young man over, “come over here Louie, I’ll teach you how to call out pikmin.” Silently the blonde trudged through the ice and stopped at the other’s side. Olimar tried to ignore how uneasy he felt, “You stand right here,” he said, tapping his foot in the center of the onions’ beam, “and just whistle.” he blew hard into his whistle as soon as he finished his sentence. He saw Louie jump out of the corner of his eye as a storm of excited pikmin cheered and flooded the ground around them. As always Hope was first, taking his place at his captain’s side with happy squeaks. He noticed that there was a red leaf hovering behind Hope, the same red leaf that had never left his brother’s side since the day he was plucked. It was not too long ago when he had sent Hope to carry back a pellet, sprouting two new reds. Of course the newborns followed their older brother’s lead for awhile but even after maturing and his twin sister venturing out to socialize with her other siblings like they normally do, this one...stayed. Olimar couldn't exactly blame the little guy, if he could pick anyone to be his role model, it’d be Hope. Even though the young pikmin was constantly on the elder’s heels he hardly seemed to mind, even comforting him when he started crying over the smallest things. Olimar smiled at the two, patting their heads, they certainly had personality.

He led his squad to the hole in the ground that they had discovered the night prior. It emitted eerie noises, the groans of the earth, and growls of creatures. Louie peered down into it while the pikmin crowded against it, enjoying the hot air that it pumped out. Olimar looked up at his new partner, “Are you ready?” Louie looked at him, eye’s wide. For a moment it looked as if he were about to protest but nodded slowly instead. The freight ship’s pod hovered over them, making the reds tilt their heads and reach up to grab at it. After counting to three Olimar jumped into the cave, not giving his body the time to hesitate. He heard the wails of the pikmin as they jumped down after him, all of them landing in a pile on the frosty cave floor. Olimar groaned and rubbed the side of his back, slightly annoyed as the ship floated down gently. He heaved himself to his feet, offering a hand to Louie and helping him up, “Now…” he scanned the land that he could in front of him, whistling the pikmin close to his side. Everyone thankfully seemed uninjured except for a couple of bruises. He walked forward, grabbing the nearest red in preparation for an attack. Louie trailed behind him, ears twitching as the pikmin hummed. Soon enough the lights of the captains beacons glowed on the hides of several dwarf snowy bulborbs. They held their breaths as the creatures sniffed hungirly at the ground, even the pikmin had gone completely quiet. With no warning Olimar began chucking the pikmin at the enemies’ backs, cringing as they yelped in pain as the force of the pikmin crushed them. He let out a sigh, following the spirits that rose from the bodies with his eyes. The pikmin instinctively began to haul their prizes back to the ship, who gasped dramatically as they came closer, “Oh no you are NOT bringing THAT here! That’s not treasure, that’s disgusting!” he scolded, leaving the pikmin looking confused. Olimar ushered the poor reds to his side, not being able to help but give the machine an angry look. He froze as he returned to Louie and the rest of his team. The rookie employee had taken out a knife and was cutting slices off the corpse and putting them into airlock tight bags. “Louie...what are you doing.” he tried not to reveal the disgust in his voice. The blonde looked over, his expression blank, “taking samples.” he said simply. He looked back at his work, tucking the knife and the bag into his pocket before standing up again. To say Olimar was uncomfortable was an understatement, “riiighhhhtttt…” he murmured through clenched teeth. Trying to forget the whole situation he hurried over to an orange sphere that was emerging from the snowy earth. His chest swelled with pride as the pikmin instantly began to dig away at it, they were already learning new objectives. Soon they had freed the treasure, and swarmed it in an attempt to be one of the carriers. Olimar’s mouth watered, it looked just like a fresh fruit, “hey Louie, have you ever heard of Koppai?” Louie was eyeing up the treasure too as the pikmin walked past him, he nodded. “Heh, oh yeah I guess they teach that in school.” he commented, embarrassed that he forgot that even his tiny daughter had learned about the local planet. “They eat fruit.” Olimar’s ears perked, Louie had spoke! He smiled to himself, perhaps the man was finally beginning to feel comfortable around him. With the remaining pikmin Olimar picked up a bottle cap, a pang of sadness striking him as he recalled something similar he had meant to gift to his son.

The ship reported that the current level was now treasure free, and for the first time he noticed another hole on the floor. The crew had an easier time going down this one, knowing exactly what to expect. He heard Louie let out an “oof” as Hope fell on top of him, the pikmin hurriedly getting off and cooing his apologies. Olimar’s eyes bulged as looked at the scene in front of him. There was no snow here, a dim light shone like a spotlight on three vibrant violet flowers, “Candypop Buds!” he exclaimed aloud, racing over to examine them. Louie and the ship followed slowly, trying to get a closer look as the reds raced past them and made odd sounds at the buds. Olimar was in awe, stroking the dark petals delicately, “I’ve never seen purple ones before…” The ship floated in front of him, “Care to explain what Candypop Buds are?” The brunette let out an audible “oh!” before turning his attention to his colleague, “Candypop buds turn the pikmin into the same color as their petals, no matter the species. It’s so interesting, you can throw a yellow in a blue candypop bud and it’d come out a blue!” suddenly the realization hit him, “which means…” his gaze slid over to the flower, it’s leaves shimmering in the sunlight. He scanned his crowd of pikmin, some looked terrified and others looked pumped to be thrown into them. Hope squeaked, nudging the little red leaf forward. Olimar lowered himself to the pikmin, “do you want to go in?” he asked, knowing full well the pikmin couldn't understand him but hoping he had gotten the point across. The red leaf poked it’s finger together, looking sheepish as it nodded slowly. Olimar gave him a warm look, stroking his head before tossing him into the candypop bud. He squealed and was cut off by the petals folding in around him. Olimar’s throat felt dry and he could practically hear his heart pounding, had he made a mistake? Relief washed over him as the bud spit up a tiny purple seed. It squirmed in the warm soil until its stem pierced through the surface and swayed, waiting for it’s captain to pluck it. Suddenly Olimar’s palms felt sweaty with anticipation, this was a color he had never encountered before. He tugged at the sprout, falling backwards as it sprang free. He gawked as it landed on the ground with a thud. It was bigger than any other pikmin he had seen before, and plumper too. Feelers grew from each side of his head, and his dark red eyes and red splotches were the only things left from his previous body. Hope let out a high pitched chirp, greeting his younger brother with open arms. The other pikmin began to do the same, circling him and examining him. “I can’t believe it, it’s an entirely new species…” Olimar breathed. Louie gazed at the happy looking purple, his face emotionless, “should we make more?” he asked without even looking in his friend’s direction. Olimar stood up, brushing himself off, “Yes, good idea. I’m excited to research these little guys as soon as possible.”

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woofjock · 6 years ago

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Holidays are coming

A drabble for @humcnster / JAK ! 💪🐺

“Jak ! Wait up !”

Feet tapped against the snowy grounds of Spooky High, Scott Howl ( himself ) making his way through the covered streets. Snow swooshed left and right as it made way for the athlete, masses of snow clinging to his attire in a desperate attempt to slow him down. What if he fell? He cared little for such. If he fell, he fell. As long as the gift would make it, Scott would be pleased. He was clearly in a hurry as Scott paid little attention to the tiny snowmen that rested on the sidelines. Tiny yelps came to as they were knocked out of the way; curse the werewolf, his eyes were set on that darn blue-haired fellow !

A pant came, white fog passing from his mouth; “ --- I’ve got something for you ! You gotta take it ! It’s super important, bro ! ”

He ran and ran, a gift hurdled up under his arm like a football. Hadn’t it been for the fact that it was no longer football season, Scott ( most likely ) would have thrown the gift to Jak in the famous Howl style. Not now though, he had no need to improve his toss at the moment --- and besides, he was on a serious mission. A gift mission. A very important chore he had been waiting to go through with since early September. While said chore lacked proper appearance, it was in fact a gift. He had simply forgotten the wrapping ( in reality eaten it by accident ), so what concealed the gift for Jak was simply just a big, red bow. It covered up some of the gift, but not a lot, and everyone with eyes would be able to see that it was a matching college jacket similar to Scott’s. This one, however, was blue instead of red. Scott believed this to be something Jak would appreciate ! Why? He had no idea ! Scott loved these jackets himself, so naturally he projected his own liking onto his friends as well. Jak hanged around Scott for a reason, right ? Clearly it was because of his style !

Eventually he caught up with Jak, and once he was within an arm’s reach Scott stopped to catch his breath. Chest heaved and his smile grew even wider. With a tint in his cheeks, kissed by winter herself, the werewolf raised his arms slowly; “ --- H...here !”

Holding out the gift for Jak to look at, Scott closed his eyes for a moment. Humbly swaying was his tail, its movements switching between confident and shy as he knew that it wasn’t the prettiest present. There was, however, a card on top and it held a handwritten greeting inside. The outside held a cute drawing of a tree and a present. Both had eyes and were looking at each other, with the present saying ‘you light up my life’. He hadn’t made that one. Nope, that one was drawn by Liam, someone who actually knew how to work a pencil properly. Having fallen for the cute line, Scott found it to be perfect for Jak.

“I hope you... like it !” He said, eyes opening again, with a warm glance directed at Jak’s eyes. Head tilted, falling snow laying on top of brown hair. “It’s a little something for you, since... you’re a really great guy, and I --- heh --- wanted to get a gift for you ! You don’t have to get me anything, though... Your friendship and you yourself are the best gift I’ve received this year !”

Closing his eyes again, Scott’s tail waggled more; “ --- merry Christmas, Jak!”

#( SCOTT // DRABBLE )#humcnster #you know what ... these two should smooch under a mistletoe #alSO IT'S NOT A STARTER #JUST A DRABBLE FOR YOU AND JAK

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bioticgoddess · 6 years ago

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Songbirds and Baby Bats (IV)

Series Summary: Jason Todd returns from the dead and, after the events of Under the Red Hood,he goes from Gotham to Bludhaven in search of himself…and an old friend. But getting your life back is never easy and Black Mask has enlisted the aid of Gotham’s other Crime Families as well as a few ghosts of Batman’s past. He’s coming for the Red Hood and everyone of his allies.

Notes: This gif was so much more appropriate. You’ll understand shortly. Enjoy ladies and gents! Posting early because this weekend is a mess...Enjoy!

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PART IV

Jason arrived at the cafe first. He’d been volun-told to get up, after a much longer than anticipated patrol, to meet Dick. They were going to review the transcripts of relevant conversations pulled from their listening devices placed in the cars of Black Mask, Falcone, and Maroni nearly two weeks prior. It had taken them days to pull the relevant conversations and turn it into easily annotated paperwork. He would have absolutely preferred to be spread out on Amy’s living room floor, papers like fallen snow, going through every line with highlighters and coffee and trying to gain back the ground lost in his five-year absence.

The barista, a shorter girl with heavily braided ginger hair and a smattering of freckles across her cheekbones smiled at him. It was that plastered-on yet surprisingly genuine smile that most service industry professionals mastered. A secret weapon designed to convince everyone that yes, they did want dessert to go with that huge meal they’d just eaten. Or in Jason’s case, a scone to go with his large iced coffee. “Would you like anything else Jason,” she asked sweetly, scribbling his name on the side of a plastic cup.

Another of the baristas, tongues in hand, retrieved his scone from the pastry case. “No, but thanks, this looks great,” He grinned, accepting the paper bag the second barista handed him. Handing the ginger barista a twenty, he walked off, not bothering to collect his change, “You guys keep it.”

Her thanks was genuine and emphatic. It made him smile.

Dropping into a heavy cushioned chair near the pick-up area, Jason stretched out. He’d only agreed to meet Dick here because Amy couldn’t and neither liked the idea Dick coming to her apartment. Then, of course, Dick had insisted on meeting in public. He’d voiced concern about Jason shooting him. As if the acrobat would be worth the bullet; besides, his guns were locked up in the apartment. “Heh,” he chuckled to himself, breaking a corner piece off the scone and popping it in his mouth.

If nothing else, he could sit there and people watch ‘til Dick bothered to show up. Something he hadn’t really done during daylight hours since returning to Gotham-Bludhaven let alone the States. Not unless he’d been tracking some of Black Mask’s men, or the Joker’s, or otherwise trying to sort out his plan when he’d come home. None of it had been what he was doing now. This was for fun.

Watching the table nearest the door. The woman checking her phone periodically, seated alone and fidgeting with the seam of her cup’s sleeve. He noted glee that lit up her face when her partner walked through the door of the cafe; reminding him of a time when he was happier, younger, less world weary. The woman’s partner, girlfriend, enveloped her in her arms and peppered her with smiling kisses. It was a gesture he recognized. Something he’d done a lifetime ago and their overall elation was both visually loud and familiar.

It was how he’d felt when he became Robin all those years ago. How he’d felt when Bruce revealed he’d adopted him. A shudder ran down his back – not from the iced beverage collected from the order counter. He didn’t want Bruce to hold a happy place in his memories. Not now, after everything that had happened.

Scanning the room in search of distraction his eyes settled on a young man. A text book open on his table, furiously scribbling on a tablet. Jason could hear the soft tapping and swiping noises as the youth wrote, despite the popping sound his jaw made as he worked on the over sized scone in hand. He could see the title of the book from his seat: Gotham: A Study of Engineering. They’d had to break a dozen or so rules building the elite of the two river cities. Even before becoming a Robin he’d spent enough of his life crawling through the cities guts to know the kid wasn’t going to get the full story in that book. Not that he could tell him any of that, of course. There were too many safe houses and supply caches tucked into the bones of Gotham to risk it, even if he’d been of a mind to do so.

His phone buzzed, violently.

It broke his focus and, with the huff of a toddler, he fished the device out of his jacket’s interior slip pocket. Swiping his thumb across the screen and unlocking the device, the messaging app popped open automatically. A quick tap and the thread he had with Amy replaced it. Just got to the Manor. Text you when I leave.

Ok, he typed back..

Almost as quickly as his response went out the words “Be nice to DG.” showed up under his single word. “Hah,” he chuckled, “I’m always nice.” He sent a thumbs up emoji to her instead.

“No you’re not,” the acrobat shook his head. As per usual, he was popping up out of nowhere and doing it more frequently than Batman. Despite being almost twice as loud. At least Jason had the decency to not surprise his friends, especially those who could put him in the hospital.

Glaring, Jason rocked up out of his chair. Comfortable as he was, they couldn’t actually have their meeting next to the baristas. “Says you,” he grumbled, brow cocked, “This way.”

“See, this is exactly what I meant,” Dick observed, a grin on his face that was probably attracting half the single women in Bludhaven. He had that kind of optimistic magnetism even when he didn’t mean to.

He followed Jason through the growing throng of patrons to a table against the wall. It was positioned so they wouldn’t be visible from the window but could also easily guard the transcripts and any other relevant documents. All currently tucked neatly in Dick’s gray and blue computer bag. Either of their apartments would have been infinitely better but he had his orders. “So where’s little bird,” Dick asked, startling Jason – though the Red Hood buried it behind a swig of his coffee.

Pulling their chairs out in near unison, Jason shrugged. “Had an errand.” The two did their best not to let the metal feet grate across the café’s floor.

“Supply run,” Dick yawed, dropping into his wooden chair. The grimace that briefly graced his features told Jason that that had been a mistake. Either the wooden seat or metal chair back had reminded Dick’s body of some fight, bruise, or pulled anything from patrol and training. It was a sensation that Jason was intimately familiar with. Pushing the other half of his scone across the table as a peace offering, he nodded. Both in agreement and a sign that the food was fair game.

Anyone who walked past the pair, papers spread out between them, would assume two things: First, that they were brothers – despite looking similar only in the broadest of senses. Both boys had dark, nearly black, hair and deep blue eyes. They were both athletic and their faces had similar, again general, shapes. Overall, Dick had a much lighter look to him whereas Jason was far more dour. It wouldn’t have been an incorrect assumption, given that Bruce has adopted both of them during their respective childhoods.

Second, thanks to their hushed tones and body languages, that whatever they were doing with all those papers and Dick’s laptop was family business. What that meant to an onlooker could be up for debate, however. Again, the other baristas and casual observers wouldn’t have been wrong. “Where do you want to start,” Jason asked as his brother slid the stack of papers off of his laptop and across the table.

“You go through that pile and give me whatever looks relevant. I’ll add it to the file I’m building here,” he tapped the computer’s lid, “and we go from there. Otherwise, you going to tell me what’s going on?”

One brow raised, Jason shot back, “huh?”

“I know what Bruce said happened in Gotham. I know what the news said happened. I want to hear it from you and then I want to know why you came to Bludhaven. You’ve been here over a month, so yea,” Dick explained, drumming his fingers across the mouse’s touch pad. The computer thrummed to life a moment later and, without breaking eye contact, he typed in the requisite passwords. “Well?”

Snorting and rolling his eyes, Jason took a long drag on his coffee. The cold stimulant buying him time to formulate a polite, or at least less snarky, answer. He could do it. He could be nice to his brother. In theory at least, if not in practice. Before he could speak. Dick added one more caveat, “And not the G-rated version I’m sure you gave Amy either. Full disclosure.”

Jason glared hard over the rim of his cup-lid. Brows knit together, eyes narrowed, and an irritated growl vibrated from his throat. He didn’t want to give more than the G-rated, maybe PG, version of events in Gotham. That meant admitting, to people he actually liked, the extent of what he’d done. At the time things like dismembering drug cartel lieutenants had made complete sense. That using an RPG to push Black Mask over the edge and into unleashing Joker, all so Jason could get his hands on the clown, had been rational. Reasonable even. Now…he wasn’t so sure.

He still wholeheartedly believed that some criminals just needed to die. At the very least have their faces smashed in so badly their own mother’s wouldn’t recognize them. Also things he’d done during his return tour of Gotham. Nothing he’d done since coming to Bludhaven. It had a higher crime rate than Gotham, though most of that was organized crime and gangs instead of super villains – Penguin and Two-Face notwithstanding. He shrugged, finally setting his coffee down “Why do you care,” he demanded as Dick broke a piece off of the shared scone.

“You’re family. Look, didn’t show up after our fight on the roof because I knew you wouldn’t give me reason to come hunt your ass down,” He paused, blue eyes wavering for a moment. One that he covered for by flicking them down to the computer screen.

Snorting derisively, Jason looked down at the papers. The words were just a jumble of letters to him. “I came to Bludhaven to think. “ He sounded contemplative and, to a lesser extent, defeated. Giving voice to his reasons seemed to take all his bravado away, “I hacked the Batcave’s computer before I left, even before I went after Joker. So I knew, by the time I shot that RPG at Black Mask’s office, that Amy’d left Gotham and ended up here. Figured if I survived what happened with Bruce then I’d go to her. Of course I thought he might actually shoot Joker and not pull that bull shit with the gun. Those burns, on top of all the contusions from digging myself out from under that building, SUCKED. So when my plans literally blew up in my face…I had nothing. No idea what I wanted to do. I mean, I took care of a couple loose related Black Mask helping the Joker escape Arkham, but otherwise I was gone. A ghost. Far as the world knows, Jason Todd died…six years ago now.”

“And what happened in Gotham before the shit in Crime Alley,” Dick asked, again. He couldn’t say that, if things had been reversed and he’d been killed by Joker, that he wouldn’t have been as revenge bent as Jason. One of the baristas called another patron’s name, a subtle reminder among the screaming milk steamers, chattering locals, and coffee-shop music that they were in public. That discretion was still the better part of valor. Or in their case, survival.

“What you heard about? What Bruce and the news said? Yea…that was me,” he sighed. “I did some worse shit than was reported; some of it I’m starting to regret. So I don’t really want to discuss it in detail. Ever.” There was a note of guilt, or shame, coloring the fringes of his otherwise stern tone. Searching his face, Dick could tell that he wasn’t going to get the lengthy explanation out of his brother that he wanted. Not without it ending in a fight.

Skeptically, Dick pressured slightly, “And does she know?”

Jason nodded slowly, cheeks visibly redder. “She knows enough,” he muttered, even Dick had trouble hearing him. The more he was asked, the less comfortable he became and suddenly Jason felt like he was being scolded by Alfred; not sitting across from the closest person he’d ever had to a brother. Sure, they’d come to blows growing up – what siblings didn’t – but they’d also always had one another’s backs.

“Okay. So what are you gonna do about it,” Dick asked bluntly.

“Huh?”

“What are you doing about yourself? About Amy?”

“I-I don’t know. I mean, I hadn’t even planned that far,” Jason shrugged, eyes finally focusing on the paper before him. The letters going from a hodgepodge pile of sticks and circles to actual words. “Farthest I’ve gotten is helping you guys with this,” he tapped the top page. It was an email between Falcone and Black Mask, supposedly encrypted. Until Oracle had gotten a hold of it. “After that…I don’t know.”

Dick groaned, struggling to keep his voice down and his tone calm, “Dude. You’re living with her. You can’t tell me you haven’t been –“

“I’m sleeping on her couch. The closest I’ve gotten to her, beyond some middle school hugs and pecks on the cheek was when I got shot. That’s also the last time we had any sort of conversation about…us. Or what passed for us before I…” he trailed off, voice low. He was hesitant to say that he’d died. It was something done automatically, nonchalantly when in his Red Hood gear. But out in public, without the protection of his helmet and body armor, he felt like an over exposed nerve. “Yea, we had a moment when I first showed up but…I don’t know. I just don’t.”

Dick opened his mouth to say something, then immediately thought better of it. Neither his younger brother nor his partner had been very good at the whole courtship thing. It had taken both Barb and Alfred intervening to convince them to take the plunge before Joker got his hands on Jason. That had been what, six months during their senior year of high school? For both Amy and Jason it was a lifetime ago, all things considered. Swallowing he finally found a string of words that didn’t make him sound like a complete jerk, “Give her time. I know how much she cares about you, and you clearly still care about her.” Jason looked up, almost plaintively, “You know what I mean.”

Alfred set the kettle down between them, the green and white knit cozy brighter than either he or Amy remembered it being. Though against the stark colors and layout of the Batcave, even khaki was practically neon. “How are you handling Master Todd’s return,” he asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the entire property when they’d gone down to the cave.

Breathily she laughed, “Not well Alfred. Not well at all.” He nodded; she continued, eyes tracing the lines of steam that escaped her tea cup, “I always thought if, by some miracle, he returned that it’d be easy. Same as breathing. But…” Her brow furrowed briefly and it almost looked as if she was going to cry. “It’s not. We’re both falling over ourselves to be nice and friendly. It’s…”

“Awkward,” he offered. She nodded in turn.

She swallowed, hands wrapping around the cup more tightly. This was part of their ritual: Once a month Amy made the trip to the Manor with the intention of spending the day, part of it at least, with Alfred. He’d suffered in silence after Jason’s death where the others had raged. Even when it was futile. Part of that meant he sent her back to Bludhaven with a number of first aid kits, even if she and Dick didn’t need them. This time, her Supply Run would include some new armor for Jason to replace the ruined pants he’d been shot in. A project the Briton had undertaken without Bruce’s knowledge or permission. They were as much his children as they were Bruce’s.

“Miss Flynn,” he began, a grandfatherly smile on his face, “You and Master Todd were thick as thieves, one another’s shadows. That’s not a bond which can be easily erased, no matter what has transpired or how much time has passed.”

The tea was hot, not scalding, but still hot enough to hurt when she took a sip. There was a time when that had been point; she’d at least felt something as it burned the length of her esophagus. Now, it was just careless. “Mmm. And we are still.…in the field. There it’s like nothing’s changed, no time’s passed. In private…ah…um...the most familiar we’ve been was when he was shot a few weeks back. Don’t know that either of us even knows how to have that conversation. I bloody well don’t,” she chattered, running her burnt tongue across her front teeth.

“You must find a way or it will, inevitably, spill over into your work in the field I fear,” Alfred cautioned, sliding a small cup of ice across the table to the young woman. He’d known her well enough and watched her grief long enough to realize that she’d burned the inside of her mouth. “You both deserve better than that.” He was tired of seeing the children he cared for, the closest he had to children and grandchildren, as spent and used as they had been the last few years. Tired of watching them walk this world in varying degrees of anguish.

Letting out a soft sigh he continued, “You will find a way Miss Flynn, you and Master Todd both. Cliche and motherly though it may sound, perhaps it is best to let your heart lead when your head is not up to task?” That at least elicited a contemplative nod from the Irish girl as she popped one of the offered ice cubes in her mouth.

“C’mere,” Dick instructed. His back was to a wall, protecting the computer screen from the outside world. Exhausted and sore Jason practically creaked when he stood. He wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting in these godawful chairs but it had been at least long enough to make even his ass go numb. “This is…not good,” the older vigilante muttered.

Almost as soon as his eyes leveled with the images and data on the screen, Jason’s stomach dropped. “Not good is an understatement,” his tone was flat, almost emotionless. Black Mask wasn’t just partnering with Falcone and Maroni to expand their enterprises in Bludhaven. He – They – had hired an assassin form the League of Assassins to deal with what they called their vermin infestation. A man the files referred to Deathstroke; a man whose reputation was infamous The three vigilantes were, with particular emphasis on Red Hood, to be terminated with extreme prejudice. His hire had been arranged by the Intermediary, about whom almost nothing was listed beyond what turned out to be an anonymous dark web bank account.

Reading all of that, following the path of Black Mask’s decisions on paper made Jason want to vomit. “We need to go,” he whispered, finally finding his voice again. They had to warn Amy, or at least bring her up to speed. More importantly they needed to prepare for the veritable war heading their way.

His phone vibrated across the table. Reaching for it, Jason caught it with his fingertips before it could take a nose-dive towards the floor. On the notifications tab, a message from the their absent third beamed at him Leaving for the apt. Text you when I get in. He sent a thumbs up back, swallowing hard. Since Ra’s had been responsible for Jason’s resurrection, it stood to reason that other, maybe all, members of the League knew the identities of Batman and his allies. Though Jason really hoped only Bruce, Dick, and himself were compromised. If they weren’t, things were about to become significantly more complicated.

“I’ll talk to Oracle. See if there’s anything she can dig up on Deathstroke or this Intermediary,” Dick was hesitant to ask her for this kind of help. The more he pulled Barbara into this situation, the more help she gave them, meant that more of a target had been painted on her as well. Where the League was concerned, they could never really be sure it wouldn’t all blow up in their faces. “You get Amy up to speed,” he said.

Jason swallowed, nodding. He was looking at his phone screen, suddenly the message he was typing out for Amy seemed less important. A long slow breath escaped him as he deleted the frantic words, a question about dinner. One he’d started as a way to burn off nervous energy. Instead he wrote, Meet you there Irish. Ride safe. Please. Without a second though he brushed his thumb over the send button. “I have a couple contacts I can talk to as well. Will take me some time to track ‘em down.”

“Do it, and no killing,” Dick warned. All kindness gone from his voice. “We have to be better than these guys.”

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #red hood x oc #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood imagine #nightwing #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #dcu imagine #dc comics imagine

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ask-serious-sans · 7 years ago

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Bad Time Duo (Fanfiction) Part 5

Papyrus noticed Sans first. "Ah, there you are, brother!" he announced, "We were looking for you!" Chara quickly followed Papyrus' gaze upon hearing his statement, surprised to hear Sans was indeed in this timeline, but glad that they no longer had to explain that they'd somehow messed up a reset and possibly separated the two brothers. When they saw Asriel beside Sans, their eyes lit up. "Rei!" They cried, rushing over to their brother. "Wow, brother! You actually weren't slacking off for once; you found the human's brother without me even having to ask!" Papyrus said, looking impressed. "Hey, snow need to act so surprised," Sans joked, grinning. "Sans! Stop it with the puns already!" Papyrus complained, a frustrated expression appearing on his face. However, it was soon replaced by a proud smile. "Anyway, look! I found a human!" "Heh, I knew you could, bro," Sans replied, "But... You aren't going to turn them in to Undyne, are you?" Sans was a bit concerned about Undyne discovering Chara was here. While Undyne was a good friend, she was definitely the 'attack first, ask questions later' type of monster, and probably wouldn't wait for him and Papyrus to explain Chara was a friend before trying to take their soul. Especially since only one more human soul was needed to break the barrier. And while Sans was sure Chara could defend themselves if it came to that, he still didn't want to risk it. "Well, I was," Papyrus started, glancing over at Chara, who was currently on the receiving end of one of their brother's rib-crushing hugs. "But... I don't think I can anymore. Separating them from their brother would be like separating us. I don't want to do that, Sans..." Sans smiled. "You really are the coolest, Paps." Papyrus smiled back. "So, where did they come from, anyway?" Papyrus inquired. "That's kind of a long story, bro." Sans sighed, knowing that if he were to explain Chara and Asriel's presence in this timeline, he would have to tell his brother about the resets. While Sans had always preferred to shield his brother from the knowledge of the fallen human's genocide runs, and Flowey's before that, he knew at some point his brother might find out. It was just kind of ironic that it was happening now, when said genocide runs were probably- hopefully- over. "I love stories!" Papyrus said cheerfully, not noticing the sad sigh. "What is it?" There was no going back now. Perhaps it was for the best, though; Sans didn't like hiding things from his brother, even if it was to protect his happiness. Meanwhile, Asriel had overheard Papyrus' statement. "A story? I wanna hear!" he said, releasing Chara from the hug and running over to the skeletons. Chara followed with an apologetic expression. "Uh, well, if Chara doesn't mind?" Sans said, glancing at the human. Chara seemed to realize what the story was about immediately, and silently sighed, apparently having the same mental conversation Sans had had moments ago. Finally, they nodded, unable to say no to Asriel's hopeful smile. "Come on, let's go to the house!" Papyrus suggested. "I'll make some of my famous spaghetti for us all to enjoy during the story!" "Paps' spaghetti is the best, you're in for a treat," Sans told Chara and Asriel. Chara smiled, though it seemed a bit forced, as if they were worrying about something, and Asriel began excitedly talking about making cookies to go with the spaghetti. While the two younger brothers chatted about cooking and baking as they walked, the older siblings followed them at a slight distance. "You're going to have to tell him, huh... I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm the one who messed up and ended up in this timeline..." Chara muttered quietly, so their siblings wouldn't overhear. "Something else probably would have happened at some point to cause him to find out; honestly, I'm surprised that other human never told him what they were doing just to mess with me. Don't blame yourself." Sans replied quietly, trying to sound reassuring. "But it's because of me that you have to tell him now," Chara argued quietly. "And it's because of you that I don't have to worry about it happening again," Sans countered. Chara looked like they wanted to argue, but couldn't think of a retort. "Now, we have to figure out how we're going to explain this to them," he continued. Chara glanced over at Asriel, worry and sadness filling their expression. It wasn't that they thought he couldn't handle knowing what had happened; they just didn't want him to have the burden of that knowledge. But they couldn't keep him in the dark forever. "Yeah..." By then, Papyrus and Asriel had reached the skeletons' house, and were waiting slightly impatiently at the door. "Hurry, brother! We want to hear the story!" Papyrus called, with Asriel nodding enthusiastically in agreement. Sans and Chara walked over without another word. The four entered the house together, with Papyrus rushing to the kitchen to prepare a pasta dish, and Asriel following to scour the kitchen for ingredients for cookies. Once the two were finished, they headed back to the living room area, where Sans and Chara were waiting. The younger siblings sat down, looking at their older siblings expectantly. Sans and Chara exchanged a glance, and then Sans began the tale. "Alright... It started awhile ago, well, I suppose several timelines ago is more accurate- Sorry, that doesn't make sense, does it? Okay, um, anyway... There's something you don't remember, Paps." Stumbling over his words, Sans tried to figure out how to explain everything that had happened. "There was a human that fell. At first, they befriended everyone, and we reached the surface. I thought we had a happy ending." Papyrus looked at Sans in confusion- he'd met a human before? Besides Chara, of course. And they'd all reached the surface? Why weren't they on the surface now, then? Though questions swirled in his skull, Papyrus remained silent, allowing Sans to continue speaking without interruption. "But then, I woke up back here in Snowdin," Sans sighed. "I was so confused- it was like everything had just gone back to how it had been before the human fell. Then... The human appeared again. But this time..." Sans took a breath, bracing himself for what he had to say next. "They... chose a different route. They chose not to befriend everyone, but to fight them instead." Papyrus gasped at this revelation, but still said nothing, not wanting to interrupt his brother. Concern filled his expression, however. How long had Sans been keeping this to himself? "This happened quite a few times," Sans said, deciding not to mention exactly how many times he'd had to watch his friends and family be slaughtered. "I had lost hope. We were in an endless time loop, it seemed, with no way out." A bit of the despair in Sans' tone faded as he continued, "But eventually, something different happened. When I went to Judgement Hall to face the human, Chara was there, waiting for a human to arrive as well." "H-huh? No humans besides Chara have come to the Underground," Asriel spoke up. "That's... Not quite true, Rei..." Chara said, their tone quiet. "Something... Something similar happened to us as well." "What?" Asriel was shocked, not quite able to believe what he was hearing. "Don't worry, Rei," Chara told him, " We're gonna be fine now." Asriel just nodded silently, mind reeling from what he had just learned. "Wh-what happened next?" Papyrus asked uncertainly, as if he wasn't quite sure he wanted to hear the rest of the story anymore. "Chara and I decided to team up to stop the humans. After a long, difficult battle, we won. Then, we waited, expecting the humans to show up again, to reset the timelines like they always did. But they didn't." Sans continued. "Eventually, we realized that they didn't have the ability to reset anymore. It turns out that Chara has the ability now." Asriel and Papyrus turned to Chara with wide eyes. "Really? That's so cool!" They chorused. Chara offered a weak smile, but they didn't agree. The reset ability wasn't cool- it was too much power. The only good thing about them having this ability was that at least it meant the genocidal humans didn't. "So, you reset then? And that's why we're all here?" Asriel inquired. Chara sighed. "Yes. I didn't think we would all be in the same timeline, though... And I have no idea how we could return to our own timeline." "Well, couldn't you reset again and see if that fixes it?" Papyrus asked. "No," Chara shook their head adamantly. "No more resets." They weren't sure what would happen if they did reset again, but there were a lot more unfortunate possibilities than good ones. They could end up in their timeline, but leave Sans stranded in Judgement Hall. Or, they could end up separating everyone as they'd feared they had earlier. Things weren't so bad now; at least they had Rei back and Sans had Papyrus back. Sans smiled, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Though he hadn't thought Chara would start resetting and creating timeline loops like the other humans had, it was still a relief to hear them say it aloud. And considering they had experienced firsthand how devastating resets could be, he knew he could trust them not to go back on their word. "Well then, what should we do?" Papyrus questioned. "We could try the library. Maybe there's a book that discusses timelines or something." Chara suggested. "You guys have a library, right?" "Yes! Although it's called the 'Librarby' for some reason," Papyrus replied. Chara stifled a laugh. "Alright, let's go."

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sukisdeliveryservice · 3 years ago

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helloo! how was your day milady? its always a pleasure reading your replies too! <333 and i hope you'll enjoy your hiatus :))

also idk i just find parrots rly pretty, and the way the supposedly repeat stuff you say is rly endearing too djhdjfhfb in all honesty, im pretty new to the whole baking thing, but i love making cookies :D they always smell so lovely djfjdjdj i'd love to explore and make more stuff!

you do digital drawing? :o id love to see something! only if you're comfortable sharing though ofc <3

mmm i haven't watched alot of tv shows really tbh. my favourite and the only one im invested in atm is friends, ive watched alittle of modern family and how i met your mother, but that's pretty much it ig jdndjdj

as for movies, i love the greatest showman! it hits a bit too close to home but i always love the goosebumps i get whenever i watch it :) next would be thor ragnorok, which ive mentioned before djjdjs but its just really funny and love it sm, and it was loki's turning point so bonus marks. black widow is also a new favourite <333 though i felt terrible when they were being tortured as kids, but it really showed a new perspective on natasha and her past. i also really like the notebook! everything was so sweet it rly nearly brought me to tears jsbdjdjjsh and finally the shawshank redemption! it was something i didn't rly think i would like, but i was really pleasantly surprised lmao. everything was pretty depressing but it also kinda blew my mind away :D

for songs, my no.1 song rn is nct dream's irreplaceable, idk why exactly but i love that song. i also have a thing for songs that are similar genres to baekhyun's un village, nct jaehyun's try again and jungkook's still with you, so those are three more though im not really sure if they're really the same genre anyways and its been almost a year now and i still cant get over how nct 127's boom makes me feel 💕

hmm for fics, i dont really remember everything i read, but i absolutely loved your ceo cheol fic 🥺 it was so cute and the way reader and cheol work perfectly together T-T most of the time fics like these consist of cold bosses who only show a little warmth to the reader, but cheol was so sweet throughout everything it just made everything so much more adorable and endearing. i really really loved it :'D <333

what are your top 5 of these? and also for the next question, have you ever

been to a concert?

sneaked out from your house?

gone through a one direction and/or bts phase?

had a crush?

had a pet?

performed in front of a crowd?

read a book/fic that you love so much you still think of it occasionally? (yes im asking for recs)

- 💎 anon who loves you lots!! <333

milady?? heh you sound like chat noir from miraculous ladybug (my guilty non guilty pleasure show) i was thinking carefully about these answers thats why it took so long!! i'm going to go to bed after this is posted hehe this is gonna be a long reply so take all the time you need to answer pfft- my day has been lovely thanks to this ask by the way!!

yeah i'd love to show you something!! there were a couple burried in my rambling tags but when we're allowed to turn off anon i'd love to show you!! do you have discord btw?? it might be easier to talk on there afterwards!!

ooh how i met your mother is probably my favourite sitcom!! maybe that and b99. its pretty long and the ending was erm...not good imo but i still think the long length was worth finishing!!

the movies you picked are lovely anon!! i am also a fan of the greatest showman since i am also a big fan of musicals!! it was pretty fast paced but overall the grandeur and visuals of it stunned me and the sountrack is amazing!! i haven't watched black widow but hopefully soon!! and i dont usually watch a lot of western films but i really want to check out the notebook as well!!

ahh your music taste is also exquisite!! so im guessing you're more into like soft pop/rnb kinds of songs!! i definitely listen to baekhyun's music before sleeping since his vocals really suit soothing songs. i really need to check out more of nct's music - hello future was really good!!

OMG ANON YOU READ MY CHEOL FIC??? i was so unsure about that one but it makes my heart squeeze that you read all of it and liked it :'D

okie so my top 5 (no particular order) i'm probably forgetting a few

tv shows - 1. HUGE atla fan!! i even liked legend of korra even though some poeple didn't 2. how i met your mother 3. horimiya 4. extraordinary you 5. yona of the dawn

movies - 1. your name 2. big hero 6 3. tangled 4. weathering with you 5. from up on poppy hill - literally any ghibli i've watched

books (sorry lots of these are manga) - 1. fruits basket 2. haikyuu!! 3. SNOW WHITE WITH THE RED HAIR (IT'S MY FAVOURITE EVERYTHING) 4. to all the boys i've loved before (it's very different from the movies) 5. i don't mean to bring up percy jackson since it's been years but those books are still everything to me

songs - 1. eight (iu, suga) 2. all my love (svt) 3. kidult (svt) 4. dandelions (ruth b) 5. somehow (day6)

thank you for asking anon! i loved listing these out! next to the never have i ever!!

been to a concert? NEVER!! waiting for svt to come to canada, they didn't list canada for ode to you :(((

sneaked out from your house? NEVER i've sneaked people into my house...

gone through a one direction and/or bts phase? I HAVE! bts but it was only for like a month before i fell in love with 13 men...

had a crush? soobin duh i'm beginning to realize now that maybe i've been more in love with the idea of love instead of harbouring genuine feelings // NEVER!!

had a pet? I HAVE!! multiple fishes...rip

performed in front of a crowd? I HAVE!! i've played the drums during school concerts and during a competition a few years back!!

read a book/fic that you love so much you still think of it occasionally?

for this last one i'm going to tie it in into my top 5 fics of all time!! (with mini reviews!!) i should make a masterlist of my recs honestly - when i compile all of my favourites i think that's when i've be brave enough to tag the writers fjdshfdkj

out of touch, out of time by @/by-moonflower // i read this months ago and my heart literally still sinks whenever it even crosses my mind. i don't think i've ever been so emotionally impacted by a fic before and this is my go to rec for anyone who wants to FEEL something. i don't wanna go in depth as to spoil it, so i'll just leave it at that for now.

outlasting the universe by @/by-moonflower // you know what i'm just gonna link their entire masterlist because all of their works (even the short drabbles) are just literary masterpieces. the way they write makes you feel so alive?? and everything just speaks for itself and is so authentic. they make you feel like you're wandering amidst a ghibli film, periof. authentic is the best word i can use to describe their work and this fic is just the definition of beautiful.

bluff and nonsense by @/thepixelelf // THIS FIC. it's my go to rec overall. it was so memorable had such good flow and just genuinely so genuine?? i have no other words to describe it, it's just so ,,, lovely. the plot takes you on a journey and it's woven together so seamlessly.

in a span of three months by @/viastro // i won't be surpprised if you've read this one already because this author is a true staple in the carat writing community and honestly all of their works are simple timeless. this one really hit the mark for the me the most though and i finished it all in one sitting.

wish by @chocosvt // goodness i'm a fan of hoshi fics aren't i? this one was also really memorable for me and i have read it several times!! friends to lovers but they really made the trope their own and added lots of twists and tadbits that gave it so much charm!! i would also rec this as a starter fic for svt :))

phew thank you for reading all of that anon, i really appreicate you taking the time to write such love responses and questions. now i'd like to know your answers for the same questions ,,, have you ever:

been to a concert?

sneaked out from your house?

gone through a one direction and/or bts phase?

had a crush?

had a pet?

performed in front of a crowd?

read a book/fic that you love so much you still think of it occasionally?

to add on:

been to a place/been in a particular mood after a specific event that you wanted to stay in forever?

written a piece of work that sparked energy within your fingertips!!

met a person/have someone in your life who you now just treasure so deeply?

this is getting super long we need to reveal our identities soon fkdsfkjlds

#💎#love you too carat anon!!#love & letter 💌

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angstymarshmallow · 7 years ago

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An Afternoon In (Drake x MC)

[A little note: Wow two in one night. I finally had the chance to finish this prompt that the awesome @storiesbehindyoureyes requested. Thank you so much sweetheart, I had a blast writing. The prompt was ‘The snowman you made is very interesting looking’ for Drake and Robyn from this list of wintery prompts . Well here it is!]

[Summary: An afternoon in makes Robyn (MC) impatient in getting Drake to go with the flow of the holiday spirit.]

[Word Count: 2744]

The holidays brought a lot of joy into Robyn’s life. Always considering Christmas one of the most magical times of the year, she enjoyed adorning their rooftops and backyard with multi-coloured lights, placing the finishing touches on their large white pine tree and most importantly – she sang Christmas carols as often as she could. It was important that she poured her heart out in nearly everything during the holidays.

Robyn didn’t grow up with the white pine tree she had now, nor did she manage stockings filled with treats. The holidays with her mother had always been sparse and empty. Now that she was older, she had a large amount of people surrounding her with love and understanding. People who considered her family and vice versa. She knew she wouldn’t have to feel that loneliness ever again.

The holidays for her became essential for keeping those ties she had cultivated since the brief periods of living in Cordonia special – which made decorating their quaint home and spreading holiday cheer responsibilities she took seriously. She devoted the same eagerness and passion with this as she had often done with other aspects of her life.

It was a pity that Drake hadn’t quite shared similar sentiments.

Her grinch of a boyfriend preferred drifting off to sleep in the middle of unravelling and placing Christmas goodies across their home. He made excuses at nearly every attempt of skiing, and any other activity she could think in order to get them both out of the house. It was mostly the same; a polite decline or a grunt of a response, indicating to her that he hadn’t wanted to.

Simply put; Drake wanted nothing more than to ignore several holiday traditions – Cordonian, American or otherwise.

On a particularly cool December afternoon; Robyn was determined to change Drake’s outlook during the season.

It wasn’t that Drake didn’t deserve to spend the holidays however he wanted. But every end of the year begun and ended the same –she wanted to change how he thought about the holidays. Drake mostly kept to himself when they invited people over; hanging back with a good book or tinkering around the house to avoid any unwanted attention. When she encouraged him to join; he often told her he was more interested in watching. Family had always been important to him too; and nothing brought people together as much as these did.

This was her mantra when she decided that today was going to be different. Today she was going to coax Drake into finding his holiday spirit – even if that meant pushing him outside of his comfort zone.

Robyn made a vow silent to herself as she padded down the wooden stairs of their home. She would stop at nothing until they could find whatever he believed was missing – whatever took away his happiness during the winter to begin with.

She stopped at the edge of the stairs; eyes searching until they found him.

He was snuggled inside one of their larger blankets; eyes roaming quickly page after page of the book inside his lap. She caught sight of the familiar green sweater she brought him – much to her surprise, and she leaned against the stairs as she watched him.

His brow was furrowed adorably in intense concentration.

“Reading another Dean Koontz novel?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” His eyes shot up quickly and she watched those dark pupils of his. They seemed to almost glimmer as they grew in affection. “I might as well get a good head start.” He shrugged, “since you’re inviting people tomorrow.”

“You could stand to participate more you know,” she pointed out and gestured to him. “Instead of disappearing into yourself.”

“Perish the thought.”

“Hah,” she laughed dryly. “I would but I’m rather fond of you, and being with you means accepting your ideas, no matter how much I may or may not agree with them.”

“Heh.” He paused, “how romantic.”

“What’s really romantic is the idea I’ve got planned.” she waited a beat until she saw his eyes ascend upward. “See I’ve been thinking –”

“Oh, here we go,” he interjected with a groan.

“Yes, here we go.” She repeated insistently. “I’m going to pretend that wasn’t an insult.” She trudged across the room, until she was standing directly in front of him. Placing her hand on her hips, she gave him a haughty stare. “We should go out today, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Hmm,” he inclined his head at her. “I may be listening.”

“Just you and me.” She added. She beamed at him, “isn’t that better than reading yourself to sleep?”

“I don’t know, Dean Koontz is pretty good.” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Just you and me?” When she nodded, he closed his book shut. “Uh huh, what’s the catch Tinsley?”

She could see the wheels turning inside his head, but she kept a straight face as he stared expectantly at her. “No catch Drake.” She replied meekly. Slowly, she sashayed over to him, until she could lower herself on top of him; hips possessively pressing into his as her arms slid around his neck. “Can’t a girl just spend time with the love of her life without any ulterior motives?” She murmured smoothly.

She could feel his length, stirring against her. Her gaze slid to his lips and watched as a lazy half-smile touched his cheeks. “Only when she wants something.” He teased. Although his voice was still easy-going and aloof; his hand tried to reach for his novel.

She moved faster, grabbing his wrist she stopped him. “Oh no, you don’t.”

He scowled.

Without breaking eye contact, she brought his hand up to her lips and pressed a soft kiss by his wrist. “All I want is to spend time with you,” she was going to have to pull out the big guns for this one.

“You know much I enjoy spending time alone with you.” With careful deliberation, she trailed kisses down his wrist then all the way back up again. “And before the rest of our friends and family get here, ” She watched his eyes darken, “we should make every second count.”

She could feel his eagerness growing by her hip and instinctively she shifted intimately closer. “You know you want to.”

She heard him groan before he closed the distance between them. His kisses begun gentle but quickly moved into swifter action, they became rough – almost bruising her lips while the rest of her was left only hungry for more. She tangled her fingers inside his hair as she kissed him back, coaxing his mouth open until she felt his hands wander in between her thighs.

Breathing hard, she broke away first to bump her forehead against his.

His hold loosened on her immediately. Blinking, he stared at her incredulously.

“Mmm, as much as I’d love to strip you naked and make some new memories in this couch,” her hips shifted intimately against his a split seconds longer for emphasis. “So, what do you say, you in?”

Searching her eyes, he sighed. “You’re such a tease Tinsley,” his voice was still husky. “Such a damn tease.”

“Don’t worry, you can punish me later.” She brazenly said, winking at him.

Chuckling, he finally nodded and gave her a small smile. “Alright, lead the way then. I am at your mercy.”

Grinning, she gave him a quick peck on his nose before straightening to stand. “I like the sound of that baby.”

“I’m regretting it already.”

Taking his hand, she laughed and pulled him towards the front. She made sure to give him his coat first; knowing all too well his tendency to ignore buttoning himself properly for the cold weather outside. She slapped his hands away to button everywhere she saw open, and handed him his gloves before placing his hat on the messy top of his head.

“Thanks mom.” He raised one eyebrow sardonically as she fussed over him.

She stuck her tongue at him before turning to grab her coat. “Well if you’d just do everything like a normal human being – I wouldn’t have to fuss over you like a mother hen.”

He snorted. “Robyn, you couldn’t stop even if you tried.” His expression softened, “I just want to see you care as much about yourself as you do other people.” Before she could respond, she felt his hands touching the back of her neck as he wrapped one of her scarves together.

“Thanks,” she said sheepishly.

He responded by fixing her hat on top of her head.

Taking his hand again, Robyn opened the front door with a beaming smile. “It’s really simple Drake –”

Drake stilled beside her, nearly preventing the door from locking behind them until Robyn yanked him forward. “This isn’t what I think it is…is it?” He trailed off as his eyes widened at the mountain of snow.

“Well, since you haven’t shoveled our driveway yet – I thought we could do it together.”

Drake was surprised. He had expected something reckless - something as mundane as shoveling snow was so….un-Robyn that Drake had to pinch himself to guarantee this was real. What Robyn described was completely reasonable. In fact, he was a little disappointed. “Deal.”

She handed him a shovel first, then grabbed a secondary one from their garage.

Neither of them wasted any time. Digging deeply into the snow, Drake begun shoving it from off the sidewalk. Inside – the holiday season was bearable, but outside all Drake wanted to do was buy a cup of coffee and snuggle back up with his novel again.

It would seem that neither of these would happen the longer they lingered here.

He was mid-way through digging a portion by himself when he sensed something was wrong. He looked out of the corner of his eyes and noticed that Robyn had stopped shoveling. As his hackles rose in suspicion he noticed it – the white slab of death heading straight into his direction.

He deftly dodged the first snowball, and was about to shoot her cocky smile before the second one squarely landed by his jaw. It stung for a moment, as the cold snow made goosebumps grip the side of his check. He gave her a scowl, “I knew it was too good to be true.”

Robyn was dancing back and forth even before he scooped up a snowball to toss at her. She nimbly skirted out of its path and several more until one finally nicked her. She gave as much as he did; snowballs flying high in the air to pelt each other.

Two snow forts separated them, and Drake was beginning to feel his hand grow numb before he decided for a seize fire.

“You scared of losing, Drake?” Robyn called from over her side of their front lawn. She was still grinning from ear to ear as she hunched over. Her cheeks were as flushed as his felt, and her eyes danced with amusement. Even though he was pretty certain that they both had lost count, he shrugged. “What’s the point? We still have the rest of this to do.” He kept his face completely straight as he watched her develop a sigh.

After a minute passed, she dropped her snowballs and stepped from beside her fort. “Well I guess we –”

This was his opening and he didn’t hesitate in taking it. Taking a deep breath, grim determination filled him as he ran at full speed.

Robyn’s face twisted once she realized what he was doing. “Oh, no.” She was turning towards their home; hoping her legs would carry her fast enough before his body could connect with hers. But it was too late.

Before her feet could carry within more then four feet - his arms hooked around her waist, pulling insistently until they tumbled together. They landed in a tangled heap.

Drake could feel her shaking with laughter as they landed against the cold surface.

“You-you cheater!” She declared, crying out loudly in between her fits of laughter. She was gasping for air as his hands slipped into her jacket and tickled her sides.

“Sorry, say that again?!” He smirked. “I couldn’t quite hear you.” He felt a lightness inside his chest as he watched her. She was still laughing when he rolled on top of her.

“Y-you’re a cheater.” She jerked her chin up defiantly at him. “Cheaters never win.”

“From where I am, it looks like I am winning.”

She stopped speaking a second before he lowered his lips to hers. They were soft and warm, despite the frigid wind-chill, he wanted nothing more than to take her inside the moment she deepened their kiss. Eventually, he broke away long enough to grin cheekily at her. “I won.”

Smirking, Robyn didn’t comment until she hooked her hands into the side of his hips jeans. Summoning her strength, she caught him off guard by outmaneuvering his loose hold on her. Sitting on top of him, she held one of his arms possessively and a look of surprise twisted his face. “You were saying?”

Laughing, he shook his head before his lips stretched into a wide grin. “A tie?”

She lingered a moment longer before getting to her feet. “A tie.” She agreed, then whipped her head back at him as he stood. “Unless…” she looked back at the mountain of snow in front of them then back at him. “Whoever makes the best snowman wins?”

Drake didn’t respond, he simply reached for snow – hunkering down as he begun packing them one by one together.

“Hey!” She gave him an indignant stare. “I didn’t say we could start yet!”

He gave her a pointed stare, until his lips itched to smile. “You didn’t say we couldn’t.” He was almost half-way done making the base before he realized she was still staring incredulously at him. “I suggest you start before I’m finished.”

Blinking, she shook her head ruefully before she begun packing snow together – the way he was moments ago. Truthfully; she wasn’t the best at making snowmen and usually her mother had never allowed to growing up. Now that she was on her own; she relished the joy in feeling the snow form beneath her fingertips.

She was almost half-way done when Drake stood up beside her.

His arms were folded and he glanced at her half-made snowman with a slight frown. Already he could tell it wouldn’t come out as proper as nearly every snowman should. The angle she was placing them at would collapse on itself. He hesitated to asl before thinking better of it. He didn’t want to ruin her fun. Hiding a smile, he waited until she was finished and heard her triumphant cry before helping her get to her feet.

“The snowman you made is very interesting looking.” Drake observed. He managed to keep a straight face until he watched her snowman’s head slowly slide moreover to the right side.

Her look of dismay broke him. Laughing, he slipped his hands into the sides of his pocket and watched as she bent down to desperately fix it. “Tinlsey it’s no use – you’d have to start from scratch.”

Robyn bit her bottom lip, before she turned back to pout at him. “Ah, bummer.” She sighed dejectedly.

At her look of complete defeat, Drake didn’t have the heart to tell her he won. Instead he cupped her cheeks and placed a soft kiss by her forehead. “For those couple seconds I saw it – it was the best damn snowman I’ve ever seen.”

Roybn wasn’t a fool. She knew he was trying his best efforts at comforting her from a poorly-made snowman. The gesture alone warmed her more than their kindling fire waiting back inside their home. “You’re sweet for saying that.” She smiled, “and I know your heart is in the right place. Right now.” She turned her face slightly to give both his hands a kiss.

“My heart is always in the right place when I’m with you.” Drake murmured, closing the distance once more to capture her lips again. “…Does this mean I get to punish you now?” His grin was nearly wolfish when they came up for air. “Because all of this has been giving me some ideas.”

Robyn smacked his shoulder playfully; a light blush spreading across her cheeks before she entwined her fingers with his. Together they abandoned their shovels and ventured back inside their cabin.

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Every Moment Since I Bought A Slipper

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No Hop Method

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on the horizon it could be supposed there is a strong pull within Hollywood to molt the experience of watching and performing in a movie. With our current world, it must be asked first, what kind of movies, and how wise? Well the best and most genious surely. But what do we fear from what we love and what initiative could give this, it’s gold, it’s chrome? It’s a good time to pose for a Polaroid, a Kodak, but with the difference in terms and uneasy projecting, would a non-inclusive, not humane approach to this “fín”, bring forth the worst parts of living in a proximad boo for “film”.

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