#folks asked for designs for all of em for awhile

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF bullies are the best group ever

[dirtfacedgospel]

a long, slow whistle escapes him.  it’s mostly for dramatic effect. sure, wyoming in particular is on the rarer side, but ford’s used to folks from all over.   “ hell of a change there, ”   he comments,   “ never been myself, but i got a few friends that lived up in new york for awhile, t’hear ‘em talk, sounds like a completely different world. ”   never content with stillness, his hands busy themselves with organizing the bottles, shaking them briefly to make mental notes of what needs to be refilled or replaced.

he turns away only briefly, to settle a tab and ensure a small group of younger patrons has a designated driver, but the next moment has him regarding the man again, leaning tiredly against the bar. he seems older, somehow, tired, and the sudden pang of empathy that strikes through ford is stronger than anticipated.   “ you in town for work, then? ”   he asks. he knows its a gamble, that jesse’s about as likely to want to forget about work as he is vent, but the waters seem calm enough at the moment to chance it, and besides, he’s curious, sue him.

it's impressive. more than ten years, the man (ford) said, and that's a hell of a long time to have anything. the only thing jesse's loved that long is music & his old man's guitar, but those are sentimental more than anything some days, and on the others like today, he wonders how he's lugged the crushing weight of them both around for so long.

‘‘am i that obvious?’’ he asks, offering an amused smile. ‘‘i'm from wyoming originally, but these days i'm mostly in new york. i travel a lot for work.’’ understatement of the year, he quips to himself, and sips his drink to fight the dry of his mouth. he's never been the best at speaking to strangers— even if ford (and the presence of alcohol) is making it easier than most. cradling his glass in his hands & savouring another sip, he leans forward onto the bar and lets it hold his tired weight. ‘‘i'm jensen, by the way, but most folks call me jesse. so, i'm jesse, really.’’

[tragically-jane-doe]

Sometimes I just think about what would've happen if Karnak sent everyone back

Ocean could have gone to a big name school but was actually afraid to, she went to community college with constance I don't think she would go towards something that helps people one on one but something where she can help from afar i.e that bitch is going to school to become a eco lawyer, I don't know if she would stick with it or have a crisis midway thru it and look into other fields, she has a lot of difficulty finding herself in relationships but sooner or later Constance just says they're dating and she asks zero questions. She gives the vibe of the baddie bitch who ends up with a by circumstance kid (probably some really distance relative dies and ocean not having a lot of family the kid ends up in her care)

Noel most definitely will be in uranium for a long time he'll get a bartender gig In his spare time he will write the most heartbreaking books like you read it in one sitting ugly crying it'll take years but he'll end up writing a best seller he'll be on talk shows it will be made into shows/movies/plays(he also writes super smutty raunchy toe curling novels also under a fake name), He seems like a forever kinda bitch so I think he would only ever have 1 serious relationship and a handful of hookups. Him and his hubs will probably wander around Europe for a couple years. He's very 50/50 on kids he can see why they're annoying and he can see why people have em

Mischa I'm going catfish Talia for this one. He'll fly back to Ukraine to be with her and she'll ghost him he'll never get closer he'll think something awful happend to her and even when he takes it to the police nothing will come from it, he'll go back to uranium and be roommates with Noel probably be in a slump for awhile, he's going to keep doing rap probably starts doing a bit more traditional Ukraine folk music one of which will become a TikTok sound and becomes viral, he won't end up Arianna grande famous but he will be well known He'll end up questioning his sexuality a bit he'll come to the conclusion that he's attracted to whoever he's attracted too and that's enough for him, it'll take awhile for him to start dating again he's gonna have a few handfuls of short relationships and after awhile of living with noel he would just wake up and realize one day that he's head over heels deeply in love with that man it takes awhile but after some miscommunication and hijinks they end up together. He definitely wants 5 kids minimum he's going to be THAT dad the dad that's going to dress up as a fairy princess for tea partys,learn everything about baseball (or any other sport) if his kids are interested in it, all one of his kids have to do is show big puppy dog eyes and a pout and the man will fold like a wet napkin,he'll support anything his kids put their minds too, he's also the dad throwing down in the stands his kids soccer game cus another dad was talking shit, he's afraid of very little i.e his kids...

Ricky stays in uranium he'll share a apartment with constance for a bit, this boy has been writing warrior cat fanfic since he was 10 after finishing his 2millon word fanfic he starts working as a website/product designer until a small publisher finds his warrior cat fan fic and gets in contact saying change a few things he could publish it, he thinks along time on it until Ocean forces her way onto his Google doc back up of it and starts editing it herself so she can bully him into publishing it... Which she successfully does... It ends up being like game of thrones but better. Penny and him end up together like RIGHT after they all come back from "death".. She goes to furry cons with him (he's a furry she likes how creative everyone is) they end up having a army of cats and and foster children

Constance goes to community college with Ocean. She goes into politics because she love her Small Town™ but sees ways to make it better she ends up running for mayor, she wins by a landslide because the man she's running against isn't even from there and looks down his nose a lot at all uranium natives. She always wanted one of those big (invite the entire town almost) themed weddings and all Ocean wanted was a elopement with only them they met in the middle and had a small(only immediate family and friends) theme wedding

Penny as soon as she's 18 she convinces the courts that she should have custody of Ezra. She works her ass off for him and she also goes to night school to become a mortician. She loves the nitty gritty bits of the human body the grosser the better for her She puts a lot of care into prepping the body. Her and Ricky actually don't end up living together until way into their 30s. They decide not to have a biological kids. Penny has always loved kids but the idea of pregnancy is terrifying and after her experience in foster care her and Ricky end up fostering kids of all ages and are very big on the reunification of family's if possible and work very hard with the kids and parents and social workers. They also foster cats Penny is on 4 different allergy medication and she is having a blast naming the kittens

[thiswasinevitableid]

75 for Indruck!! and either nsfw or sfw is chill

I went with SFW! 75 “I’m an insomniac who calls my best friend at 3am except I misdial on my landline and I tell you all about my nightmare before letting you talk and now I’m mortified but you don’t hang up

CW: mentions of pot and of death

Indrid awakens in a panic, flailing and falling onto the floor. This is why he doesn’t have a bedframe; the routine falling hurts less from a half foot of drop.

“Ouch.” He says to the empty room, the white noise machine doing nothing to soothe his nerves. Maybe if he stays very still, the nightmares can’t find him.

No. That’s not how this works. Maybe he should see if anyone is awake. He just needs another voice, to know someone can hear him if he screams for help.

He grabs the nearest phone, which happens to be the landline that came with his little studio, and dials Barclay’s number.

“H’lo?” 

“Hello, it’s, ah, it’s Indrid, I, I know it’s late, but I need to talk and you said I could call anytime so I am. I, it, it was the dream again. I’ve been staying up as late as can, not sleeping unless my body just sort of forces me too and I dropped off while drawing and it happened again, the one with the bridge this time, not the one with the car, and I, I fell, like I always do, but this time I, I didn’t, didn’t wake up when, when, when it happened. I’m sorry, just, please, can you talk with me awhile so I can remember I’m here?”

“Uhhhh, sure? But, uh, got a feelin’ you mighta mixed somethin up.”

Indrid’s fairly certain Barclay does not have a southern accent. 

“Oh, oh god, I’m sorry, I dialed wrong didn’t I?”

“Guess so? Don’t know any fella named Indrid, and I’m guessin’ you don’t know anyone named Duck, it’s a nickname.”

“No, I don’t” he curls his legs to his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. I was still up, been tryin to beat this level.”

“Why didn’t you hang up?”

“‘Cause you sounded real fuckin scared.”

He was. He still is, his heart a deer still running from long-outrun wolves. 

“Are, uh, are you okay now?”

“I will be fine.”

“I mean, I ain’t a therapist or anythin’ like that but, uh, I can try to help somehow.”

“I’m afraid the only thing that may work is continuing to talk with me which, were I in your shoes, I would not want to do. Christ” he shivers, fumbles in the dark for his sweater, “I need a hug.”

“I can do that.”

“We’re on the phone.”

A small laugh, “no kiddin, here I thought we were at a Taco Bell. I was offerin’ to come over or, uh, wait, no, you better come here, think I might still be a little high so I shouldn’t drive.”

“Are you messing with me?”

“Nope. I live at 5547 Williamson, apartment 2B. Ring the buzzer and I’ll let you in.”

This is ridiculous, how does either of them know the other isn’t planning on wearing their skin as pajamas?

“I’ll see you there.” 

The walk gives him time to second guess himself, then second guess that second guess, and so on until he reaches the three story building that clearly used to be one, family home. He rings the bell for 2B. No one will come down, Duck is probably asleep, or has realized how dangerous his suggestion is.

“Who is it?” The same drawl from the phone, now through the door.

“Indrid. From the phone.”

“Howdy, Indrid from the phone.” Duck opens the door, looking better than Indrid dared imagine. They’re about the same age, dark hair with fading streaks of blue falls about a round face, a stocky frame looks singularly nice to lay against.

“C’mon up. Tried callin’ you a little while ago to see if you wanted me to order food or somethin, but since you didn’t answer think we’re gonna have to settle for leftover pizza for now.”

“That’s, ah, that’s fine. And that was a landline I called from, hence the lack of response.”

“Jesus” Duck giggles, “you still got one of those?”

“The previous renter left a lot of things behind, and whoever is paying that telephone bill hasn’t stopped so far. Oh, thanks.” He steps through the door Duck holds open, finds a room much like his own; a messy studio full of the elements a single man needs to get by. A tiny T.V is linked up to an XBOX in the corner, and two hanging planters flourish by the windows. 

“Still want that hug?” Duck opens his arms.

Indrid nods, stepping into them, his own arms locked by his sides in case Duck doesn’t want to be touched. The shorter man is warm, his arms solid and strong, one holding Indrid’s shoulder blades so the other can run up and down his back. 

“You can hug back, I don’t mind.”

Indrid hugs his waist, “This isn’t weird to you?”

“Kinda? I dunno, I give damn good hugs and I don’t like seein’ people scared or hurtin, and you seem to need someone to be a little gentle with you. So, what the fuck, may as well hug you; knew I wasn’t gonna feel right if I hung up without offerin’. Besides, that dream sounded fuckin’ awful.”

“It is, its’ that way every time. So is the other one, and the one after that.” Indrid curls inward, as if he could somehow squeeze his nearly six foot frame to fit snugly under Duck’s chin, “I, they aren’t just dreams, either. I have what you call very bad luck with death. My mother died in a car accident when I was seven, with me in the backseat. My father died in a freak bridge collapse, again with me only barely surviving. Then my best friend drowned when we were swimming.” He shudders, images flooding back, “the dreams make me see it over and over in strange, altered versions, versions where I die, and they say you’re supposed to wake up before you die in a dream but tonight I didn’t, I felt my dream self die and I, I, I woke up so frightened.” he gasps, cringes to find tears slipping from under his glasses. 

“Hey, hey it’s okay man, here” Duck sits them down on the bed, Indrid now clinging to him, “don’t worry, ain’t lettin go, you can keep talkin if you need.”

“I get so scared sometimes, like I’m an omen of doom and anyone who comes near me will die. And I know that’s ridiculous because the majority of people who’ve been close to me are still alive, but nights like this I wake up and watch the door and the windows because it feels like death is following me, waiting to grab me, and I’ll die frightened and alone and not be found for days until someone, one of the few who still cares for me, wonders why they haven’t heard from me and, andandand-” it’s sobs now, awkward and painful each time they push out of his chest. 

“Shhhhh” Duck pats his hair and Indrid wiggles closer, hoping his whine communicates the desperate hope he’ll do that again, touch him like he matters. What it does is knock them over, bed squishy under them.

“Hush, hush now, ain’t nothin like that gonna happen. No more talk of shadows, partly because I only sobered up like ten minutes ago and talkin about seein the grim reaper in the corner don’t play nice with that.”

‘“I, I’m s-sorry-”

“Hey, hey I was teasin’, tryin’ to see if I could make you laugh at me a little” Duck strokes his cheek with his thumb, voice warm as a summer morning and soothing as moonlight, “besides, even if somethin’ scary did show, you got the ‘hero of Kepler’ to protect you.”

“The, the what of what now?”

“Kepler’s the tiny town I grew up in. Both my folks were real respected and shit, dad was former marines, everyone assumed I was gonna grow up and fight the good fight. Instead I disappointed ‘em all by wantin’ to look after trees all day.” He mutters, looks sad, and Indrid can’t bear the sight and so he mimics him, places a hand on his cheek and pets it gently.

“Trees do far more good, and need far more help nowadays.”

“Thanks, ‘Drid. Oop, sorry, just kinda slipped out.”

“Nono, I like it, I’ve never had a nickname before. Or, ah, never had a good one, that is.”

“Well, you do now, because I like you and I say so.” Duck pets his side, making his sweater ride up and exposing a tattoo.

“Oh shit, that’s so fuckin’ cool.”

“Thank you, I did the design myself. That’s, ahd, that’s what I’m doing in town. I’m apprenticing to be a tattoo artist.”

“So. fuckin. Cool.” Duck draws a finger along the moth design, Indrid squirming a little when he does. It feels nice; unfamiliar, but nice. 

“You gotta tell me all about it.”

“Alright” Indrid sniffs and Duck, after flopping to the side of the bed and reaching beneath it, produces a tissue, “as long as you promise to tell me about those” he points to the row of succulents on the far wall.”

“Think I can handle that. Fuck, got cold in here.” He drags a blanket up over them and Indrid purrs at the warmth, snuggling up in his arms as Duck nuzzles his neck, “now, where were we…”

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Indrid wakes up with his glasses smushed to his face, a thick blanket wrapped around him, and the smell of coffee tickling his nose. He yawns, sits up and gets his bearings well enough to not be startled when Duck speaks.

“Mornin, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning.”

“Didn’t seem like you had more nightmares last night.” Duck pours two mugs of coffee.

“I didn’t. Your, ah, your presence helped immensely.”

“Maybe my true callin’ is a teddy bear, good for snugglin and keepin monsters away.”

“Perhaps.” He pads over to the little kitchen to join him. Takes the sugar when offered and dumps a large amount into his cup. 

“Hey, uh, this may be way off base, but, uh, I, uh, I feel like we really kinda clicked. Even accountin for the weird circumstances and the heightened emotions and shit. I coulda talked with you for days, and honestly the reason I kept holding you after that firs hug was because I felt so fuckin comfortable with you. Like you fit.”

“I felt the same.” Indrid stirs his coffee, unsure of how to ask for what he wants. 

“If, uh, if you ain’t busy tonight, do you wanna go out? With me?”

“On a date?” 

Duck suppresses a smile as he nods. 

“I’d like that so much.”

“Hell yeah.’ Duck hugs him and this time he hugs back instantly, giggling when the shorter man kisses his cheek and whispers, “and if you feel like it, happy to be your teddy bear tomorrow night, too.”

[protectmartinblackwood]

Tagged by @lostjonscave. Thank you! :)

nickname: Don’t really have one? I mean some people call me Art instead of Artemis. But not often enough to count.

zodiac: I’m a nerd-ass Capricorn.

height: Fucking short as hell and you know what? I AM gonna be sensitive about it and not type it out.

last movie: Uhhhh you know I don’t actually remember. It’s been awhile.

last google: Ao3. Because sometimes I’m an old person who types website names into google instead of my search bar. Love me. 

song stuck in my head: King of Pain cover by Mudvayne

other blogs: Mainly @unityinblack as my main/personal. I have a few others but don’t really use em.

do i get asks: SURPRISINGLY yeah, now and then. Also a surprising number of folks PMing me. It’s terrifying but pretty cool.

blogs following: Does this mean how many I follow? 155, maybe a quarter of those are active nowadays though.

amount of sleep: Ha. Hahaha ha I don’t. Okay I do. Some. A couple hours a night these days if I’m lucky, but I do go through periods of actually sleeping like a human.

lucky numbers: Okay so I don’t have a Lucky number exactly, but I do have the number 444 which has mysteriously and without fail followed me nearly every day of my life for YEARS and I’m not dead yet so it can’t be too bad? But that’s a thing.

dream job: Eccentric but well-loved art professor at a university. Failing that, interior designer would be cool.

dream trip: World-wide trip visiting all of the major art museums! Some minor ones as well because hell they’ve got good stuff and need love too.

favorite food: Mexican food in general probably. But daaaamn do I love some tempura batter fried sushi. 

do i play any instruments: Nah. I DID kinda learn the keyboard back in the day but it’s been years and I know for sure I’ve forgotten it all.

languages: English and now VERY rusty German.

favorite songs: That’s. I can’t do that. I literally can’t do that. There are SO MANY and it changes weekly depending on my mood but the one longtime favorite that’s not going away any time soon is Failure by Breaking Benjamin. I love just about anything Breaking Benjamin. I’m a basic-ass angsty millennial and I love my early 2000s alt rock. 

aesthetic:  Skulls, Tentacles, Wind-tossed ships, Stormy skies over tumultuous deep green seas, That eerie glow in the air just before a heavy storm, Abandoned parking lots at 3am, Dark forests full of Creatures that are almost recognizable but Not Quite Right, Neon lights and bright clean storefronts shining like a beacon in the dark at midnight, Converted brick warehouse loft apartments in the city, Cluttered and paint-spattered art studios

I could go on but I won’t lol

Tagging uhhhhh @mae-mil, @somuchbetterthanthat @bowtie-loving-alien @sazandorable @flo-nelja I GUESS - I’m getting to this a week late and I don’t know who all has been tagged or would even be interested in talking about themselves on here BUT. Do it if you wanna. No hard feelings if not, as always. Have fun. Enjoy your lives.

[thiscityneedsyounow]

can you answer #1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 and 147?

Good lord. Sure though, I’ll do it. Under the cut~

147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn!146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla.145: Night or Day: Day.144: Oranges or Apples: Apples143: Curly or Straight hair: I don’t care one way or another?142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds.141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Both!140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heals: Neither, blegh. 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: I don’t really care? Sweet & poor.137: Coke or Pepsi: Depends on what I’m eating. 136: Hillary or Obama: Wow how outdated is this. #BringBackObama135: Burried or cremated: I’d like to be cremated tbh134: Singing or Dancing: Singing!133: Coach or Chanel: Uhhhh.. Coach?132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Who?131: Small town or Big city: Big city, all the way.130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target.129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller I guess?128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure.127: East Coast or West Coast: EAST COAST BEAST COAST @wan-shailu126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas.125: Chocolate or Flowers: Chocolate.124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney.123: Yankees or Red Sox: Red Sox all the way.[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: ‘What do we need it for?’121: George Bush: Good lord I’ll take HIM over the orange cheetopuff now.120: Gay Marriage: Dude, love is love. Let people be.119: The presidential election: WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING 118: Abortion: Pro-choice.117: MySpace: Never had one.116: Reality TV: Fun to watch when I’m bored.115: Parents: Mine are actually really cool.114: Back stabbers: Fuck ‘em. Betray my trust and I’ll never trust you again.113: Ebay: Kinda cool tbh.112: Facebook: Ehh. I use it like once a month.111: Work: A necessary evil.110: My Neighbors: Chill folks, don’t really talk to them that much.109: Gas Prices: A bit higher than usual right now, they’re ok.108: Designer Clothes: Stupidly overprices and they never fit right.107: College: I still want to go one day.106: Sports: Watching? It’s cool. Playing? fuck no.105: My family: I love ‘em, honestly. A really good family.104: The future: Eh. Your path is what you make it.[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: Not too long ago, my little bro.102: Last time you ate: Uhh.. A few hours ago? 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: I mean.. I’m talking to an old friend I haven’t talked to in ages if that counts100: Cried in front of someone: Not in over a year.99: Went to a movie theater: Uhh.. Shit Alex when was the last time.. Force Awakens? Deadpool? Whichever came out more recently.98: Took a vacation: Lord don’t ask me this question.97: Swam in a pool: Same as above ^96: Changed a diaper: Not since my little sister wore them, so 5 or 6 years.95: Got my nails done: Never.94: Went to a wedding: Not since my dad’s second wedding. Think I was 9 or 10?93: Broke a bone: Freshman year of high school.92: Got a peircing: 9 or 10? got my ears pierced91: Broke the law: uhhhh90: Texted: Technically? I haven’t[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: No one particular person. The people in the pineapple chat do a lot though88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My cats, being close to my family87: The last movie I saw: Regrettably, The Bee Movie.86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: No idea right now.85: The thing im not looking forward to: Above.84: People call me: Crazy. Magpie. Mira. Yawny.83: The most difficult thing to do is: Overcome your fears.82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Naw, I don’t drive.81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo.80: The first person i talked to today was: Also my little brother.79: First time you had a crush: Hmm.. 4th grade I think? I don’t remember his name, something with an E.78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: Hydra is one, Sam is another. Alex (both Alexes I know) too.77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Last night, something about cats.76: Right now I am talking to: Daniel, and the group of nerds in the pineapple chat75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Man, when do we ever grow up? But honestly, being a falconer would be so amazing.74: I have/will get a job: Eventually.73: Tomorrow: Wake up. Cook food. Talk to people. Sleep.72: Today: Same as tomorrow.71: Next Summer: Who knows, we might all be dead.70: Next Weekend: Same as tomorrow.69: I have these pets: Two black cats, Merlin and Gwen.68: The worst sound in the world: Tornado sirens…67: The person that makes me cry the most is: well fuck I dunno66: People that make you happy: See questions 89 and 78.65: Last time I cried: Over a year ago.64: My friends are: All over the place. They’re amazing.63: My computer is: pretty important to me.62: My School: lmao what school61: My Car: lmao what car60: I lose all respect for people who: Betray trust. Aren’t honest.59: The movie I cried at was: Kubo and the Two Strings.58: Your hair color is: Reddish/brown57: TV shows you watch: Merlin, Bob’s Burgers,Raising Hope.. Not a lot else rn56: Favorite web site: Uhh… I spend a lot of time on youtube?55: Your dream vacation: Any vacation, at this point.54: The worst pain I was ever in was: Hmm..53: How do you like your steak cooked: Well done pls52: My room is: A little messy, kinda plain. Like a safe haven.51: My favorite celebrity is: I don’t really have one.50: Where would you like to be: Somewhere up north?49: Do you want children: Ehhh, maybe.48: Ever been in love: Yeah. 47: Who’s your best friend: I don’t really have one best friend.46: More guy friends or girl friends: Most of my friends are guys, yeah.45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Talking to friends, tbh.44: One person that you wish you could see right now: 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: lol nope42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: 41: Have you pre-named your children: HAH you’re funny40: Last person I got mad at: 39: I would like to move to: 38: I wish I was a professional: [ My Favorites ]37: Candy:36: Vehicle:35: President:34: State visited:33: Cellphone provider:32: Athlete:31: Actor:30: Actress:29: Singer:28: Band:27: Clothing store:26: Grocery store:25: TV show:24: Movie:23: Website:22: Animal:21: Theme park:20: Holiday:19: Sport to watch:18: Sport to play:17: Magazine:16: Book:15: Day of the week:14: Beach:13: Concert attended:12: Thing to cook:11: Food:10: Restaurant:9: Radio station:8: Yankee candle scent:7: Perfume:6: Flower:5: Color:4: Talk show host:3: Comedian:2: Dog breed:1: Did you answer all these truthfully?

[find-your-rp-partner]

Naruto Role-play Search! ❤

✿ This is just repeated introduction about myself✿

✿ If you already know who I am, skip ahead! ✿

A youngster with so much time on my hands, you would be surprised….The name is Malia but you can always call me Luna which is my internet alias :3. Once again, I have come here to request a very beloved anime/manga which we all at some point in our lives, watched. 

Also a little about me - 18, born and bred American (with a latina touch here and there cx) I have been role-playing for a decent amount of years (initially started from omegle, lolol) But here we are! Also, doggos for life ♡.

Read away, boo….

  ▷ Naruto, eh?

NARUTO IS LOVE, NARUTO IS LIFE - ehem...sorry, fangirl moment…

*clears throat*

I would love you forever if you would roleplay with with me! It has been such a huge craving for as long as I could remember and a decent amount of times, I have roleplayed this. Also, I am updated with the series so you can definitely look forward to Gaiden and even the next generation if we get to it. I play all characters...hehehehe *evil laugh*

▷ Who is your Bae?

Everyone and anyone, you just name is mah friend! Though if I had to narrow it down (and this is a very, very hard decision to make) I would say….

❥ Namikaze Uzumaki Naruto

(Been in love with this a**hole from day one)

❥ Haruno/Uchiha Sakura

(SHE IS QUEEN)

❥ Hyuga/Uzumaki Hinata

(Sweet cinnamon roll deserves a lot of love..all my love)

❥ Uchiha Sasuke

(Nuff’ said *cliche dab moment*)

❥ Otsutski Toneri

(Yes, this would be weird, I know… DON’T JUDGE ME HE IS HOT)

I think that’s pretty much it for the love interests. Also, I am SUPER flexible when lovers are concerned so we can definitely negotiate!

  ▷ Rules

|Style|

I write third person paragraph form. I can write anywhere between 300 to 1000 words. Honestly I love long replies. I can understand not wanting to drag out certain aspect. But I love descriptiveness and thought put into the replies. I also believe in fairness. With that being said, please keep in mind my portion of the roleplay as well. Don't write this phenomenal reply from your Character and then say on my half 'so and so had an apple'. Give me something to go off of. It's happened to much in the past, and honestly takes the fun out of roleplaying. I double, which means I play my OC & your love interest and vice versa. I can be open to OC x OC, or one on one. Though that's usually a thing that I've done with someone I've roleplayed with for awhile. Comfort and what not. I can also work on canon x canon or even OC x OC so make sure to let me know what you prefer :D.

|Limits|

Being the young adult that I am; I will only do mature themes with you if you are 18+ years of age yourself. That being said, I'm fairly comfortable with most things. Smut, fluff, angst, drugs use, abuse, f//, etc. I love a variety of plots and twists in roleplays. However, I'm not a mind reader. Please tell me your limits. Everyone has something they aren't comfortable with. Best to avoid it, yes? Mine consist of , pedophilia, descriptive rape, necrophilia, PWP, bestiality and anything involved or around those things; many for obvious reasons. I love smut though...so it’s a must if you’re roleplaying with me!

|Characters,Pairings|

Plotting, characters, original characters, love interests etc….I LOVE ALL OF THEM! I usually have a main ship in a fandom and could ask you for a Canon x Canon if I crave it at the moment but knowing myself, I’d stick with an OC. So yes, OC x Canon, Oc x OC or Canon x Canon, I LOVE EM’ ALL! Yuri, Yaoi, Straight, Funatari (lol) LOVE EM’ ALL! Mary-Sues are welcome too since character designs are freaking awesome! The only thing I ask for is when making your character, please don’t half-ass them and be careful of little details...like keeping their name Japanese and not English, or any other language.

|Plotting|

I love plotting. It's a must for me. I at least like to have a general idea of where we're going. I've never been good at winging, and honestly I feel like a lot of those roleplays end fairly quickly or are dropped because someone got bored or I was unable to render an appropriate start. Once again, I'm not a mind reader. I usually stick to canon, but always end up falling in love with original ideas. So never fret on pitching something to me!

|Reply Time, Etiquette, & Stopping|

Do be patient with me as you can expect it from me. I think we can all agree that we're adults or have responsibilities that can take up our time. Totally understandable. 

My email would be: marisavesthedayagain@gmail.com

There are some days I can have all the time in the world and reply multiple times a day, and then others it may take a few before you hear anything from me. I consider writing and roleplaying a hobby, it's not something I need to feel pressured about. In the meanwhile, talk to me outside of the roleplay. I can fangirl for days or talk about the weather. I do like making friends with my partners. Should you wish to drop the roleplay, that's fine. I do admit to it making me sad, but maybe you'll come back someday? (:

Please do not message me with ��Hey wanna rp?’ that is such a buzz-kill….

✿ That is all for today, folks! Have a good one!✿

* Bye-Bye Jutsu!*

[agent-monkeywrench]

“Deal” the Agent blurted out before the Krieger had a chance to change their mind as he caught the rosette. He finished the ration or energy bar he was eating before crumpling the wrapper and placing it in a pocket along with the keychain, then producing a small handheld lume that emitted purple light and began scanning it over any of the criminals wrists and hands that were still intact. The Krieger waited silently if not patiently as the Agent went about his task. After sorting through five of the men the Agent paused, and breathed a nearly inaudible sigh of relief.

“What is it?” the Krieger asked as the Agent shuffled out of the way to give her a view of the wrist he was holding the light to. "UV stamp, they use ‘em in clubs round here so they know who’s paid entry and who may have snuck in… each establishment has a specific design, and while I do have to check my notes I believe I recognize this one. That device is the second one we’ve found, the other one already got shipped off planet for analysis and was the cause for my deployment."

“But this one” the Agent continued while shaking the xenos applicator “was pure luck, some young gal was getting carried off by what I hope were her friends from one of them clubs, she didn’t look drunk but outright zonked ya know? Had kind of a blank eyed, zombie shuffle and wouldn’t head any direction on her own without one of them shits pulling her along, so I followed ‘em for awhile… well about a block and a half later she seized out and fell over, the two young ladies seemed panicked and took off without her. I obviously went to check on her, found this thing, and got her to a Medicae facility but I never knew which club they were coming from hopefully until now. Posted up for a couple of days observing the Medicae to make sure no one came after her until luckily her family showed up, gave them the Ol’ private investigator schtick to interview her but she didn’t remember anything at all and I didn’t know about the stamps at that point.” he recounted after standing up to face the deathrider.

“Now we just gotta decide how we’re gonna fuck this pig from here… My suggestion is that we’ll have to split up for now, you’re gonna have to file some kind of report here and as I said I’ll have to go back to my safehouse and check my notes; not to mention I already wasn’t supposed to link up with you already so ain't about to reveal myself to any more folks. I’ve already scouted the area around your garrison and there’s a little diner called “Theph’s Kitchen” uptown from the garrison, once you’ve settled in and can excuse yourself from your unit head there, I’ll meet up with you no more than five minutes after you’ve entered and we can begin gathering the items we need” The Agent explained as he patted down his gear to make sure he hadn’t left anything behind, even going so far as to jog over and retrieve the can he had used as a decoy.

“Three very important questions before we part ways though; do you own any civvie clothes? Do you know how to spot and lose a tail? And can you pick a name for me to address you by when we meet up? No code names or ranks or nothin’ like that, just a regular name.” He asked even though he could have already guessed the answer to the first question.

Neon Rain

agent-monkeywrench‌:

24hourstilldeath‌:

agent-monkeywrench‌:

24hourstilldeath‌:

Pausing for just a moment, 24-WLF caught the thumbs up and tilted her head in curiosity. Seems like the person who had…supposed been tailing her was on her side. Oh, she has felt him. Too many times alone out on patrol, with enemies thinking her easy prey didn’t allow her NOT notice.

If he was useful, then he was spared her blade which hissed from its sheath like the snake. The enemy had made their move and paid for it with the Agent’s intervention. Huldra made a horrible noise that should never had been made by a horse and charged. The men in the warehouse, who by all means had her surrounded, began to scream. Turns out the mare’s horn wasn’t vestigial at all.

Gasping and unwilling to deal with the hoofed horror in the warehouse, those who were still outside turned their rifles on the Agent, intent on taking advantage of his slipped footing. Hopefully. The rain was still heavy and the metal was slick with oil. Perhaps they could get him to fall…

Three men nervously encircled the Agent atop the lifts basket, unwilling to make the first move as they leveled their rifles at the newcomer; things were noticeably not going according to plan for them. “Get down!” one of them finally summoned the courage to demand which only caused the man clad in the rain poncho before them to begin chuckling. The Agent pulled a white and red metal cylinder from his chest and seemed to pull a pin from it only to drop it at his own feet. “Frag out” he muttered and the eyes of the crooks around him widened in horror and without any further thought they scattered in all directions, abandoning their rifles as they began to scale the walls of the trap they had initially sprung; independently from one another they reached the conclusion that they simply weren’t getting paid enough for the job at hand. The Agent outright snorted and laughed as the most heavy set of the men struggled to pull himself onto the cargo container, kicking his leg furiously and screaming for help from his comrades. They didn’t notice the hollow clang of the canister as it hit the ground, and if any of them had happened to be brave enough to investigate further would have been able to clearly read the label of the empty can of tomato juice their opponent had dropped.

He began to saunter over toward the Krieger and their mount as they both continued to thrash around wildly, cargo within the warehouse was arranged into convenient lanes for the horse to charge down but was too high for the criminals to climb out of. His first step off of the basket caused him to slip but he caught himself before he fell, but thankfully no one was around to see it at this point.

It took her embarrassingly little time to finish off her would be attackers, now not more than blood on her mare’s horn. Those who had tried to press themselves against the high walls of the cargo containers in an attempt to let the mad woman and her furious by pass her simple came out of it with blood weltering from their necks. Her saber was shining red in the rain fall and weak stab lumes that tried their best to illuminate the corridor.

Then there was silence.

The crooks who had managed to climb out of the way of the Agent’s false bomb had apparently decided they had enough and fled. Not even bothering with a parting shot.

Instead the Agent was greeted with the rain soaked sight of a reaper wearing the armor of a solider. Sated, Huldra plodded along almost casually past bodies she had lovingly trampled. 24-WLF flourished the saber before sheathing it, still wet with vitae.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.” She spoke slowly, her voice almost as deep as a man’s. Huldra’s played hooves kicked at the empty soup can and the woman’s head tilted in amusement. “Clever man. But it’s not much work tricking idiots.”

A stab of lightning hit close by, ripping the din of furious rainfall in half with its fury. Huldra started at the thunder that proceeded it, hooves clattering loudly on the bare rockcrete. “…we should get inside. Speak as you walk and no more of your tricks.” She demanded sharpy as she got her mare under control.

“Sure, introductions and back pats are overrated anyway.” The Agent chuckled as he turned away from the Krieger slightly, unrolling a dark green balaclava over his face as he removed his poncho’s hood. He walked past the Krieger, tossing the rider a jangling mass of metal as he moved on to search the pockets of the more intact crooks. The Krieger turned the mess of keys over in their hands before before revealing the inquisitorial rosette concealed within its tangle acting as nothing more than a keychain… if they were shocked or awed by the revelation they made no outward appearance of it. “As far as filling you in, I’d be a lot better at answering questions you ask rather than trying to sketch the whole picture for ya.” He answered in a deep, calming voice with a slight rural drawl.

Taking only a moment to study the contents of the keychain, the woamn under the mask only offered him a snort. “I have none. Just tell me why you’re here and if you’ll be continuing to get in my way.”

Sensing her master’s irritation, Huldra’s long face slowly panned around to look at the man walking beside her. It was almost a warning. She might have just gotten off the blood rush, but killing this man would be like swatting the fools she just took care of. The gleam of her dark, inhuman eyes under the mask said she was considering it even now.

The rained suddenly stopped as they ducked back into the vast container warehouse. The smell of open wounds in fairly tight spaces could have gotten even through the Agent’s balaklava. The woman and her mount had dome some work that’s for sure. Not to mention very little light the place. 24-WLF had to activate a stab lume at the front of the saddle. “Well?”

[flauntpage]

Hack-a-Simmons: Four Observations from Sixers 118, Wizards 113

Ben Simmons didn’t have much to say after attempting 24 free throws in the 4th quarter of last night’s nail-biting win.

“It’s not gonna happen much longer. I’m gonna knock em down,” the Sixers point guard explained.

Down by 19 points going the fourth quarter, a short-handed Washington team clawed its way back into the game when Scott Brooks decided to start fouling Simmons around the five-minute mark. Simmons hit only 12 of those 24 free throws, but drained 6 of the last 8 heading into the two-minute mark. He finished with 31, 18, and 4 and added 2 steals and 2 blocks.

The hack-a-Ben set an NBA single-quarter record for free throw attempts and turned a snoozer of a game into something reminiscent of an old Big East tournament slug fest.

Brett Brown had a series of good post-game quotes regarding the fouling strategy.

On the frequent fouling:

“I mean we’ve done it ourselves. This one was done early and it did stretch out the game. It was done in my old life with Bruce Bowen a lot. And then you’re in a decision, do you take him out of the game or do you roll with him? And tonight, we decided to roll with Ben. And it’s going to be part of his evolution. He’s going to have a long career, he’s going to have to learn to navigate through this.”

Do coaches use this tactic reluctantly?

“You feel a bit like you’re cheating the game. You feel a little bit that you’re taking something away from the fans. But the bottom line is you’re doing it to win. And we will all do anything we can, within the rules, to find a way to win. We had great success doing that to DeAndre Jordan last year when we beat the Clippers. The thing I believe is that it’s such a copy cat league. It’s so well-coached and well-scouted that you would expect this to happen more and more. This is gonna be part of Ben’s growth and as a team we’ll learn how to deal with it better as well.”

Did you ponder taking Simmons out of the game?

“Oh yeah.”

Was it the way he was missing free throws?

“No, it’s just the general notion. I’ve been doing this for a long time and you know it’s not going to go away. So you sit there and think about it. You walk that slippery slope of ‘how do I help my team win? how do I help a player grow?’ Sometimes they don’t connect as easily as you’d like. This one didn’t.”

Well you couldn’t have liked the way Washington was nailing threes…

“Yea, see, this is the thing, you guys are gonna go and write about Ben Simmons. I’m gonna look at our defense. This is where the story should be told. There’s a subtitle beneath this with Ben Simmons, that’s true, but they also had 48 (fourth quarter) points. Some of it I shake their hand, other periods there were lapses. We had a few technicals. We had a few turnovers. That play at the end of the third where we foul Jodie Meeks, I thought it was a poor call. But they called it. ‘Bam, bam,’ that’s how they go into the fourth. Those are the things that interest me the most. I get the global issue of Ben Simmons being fouled. But it’s deeper than that to me.”

He’s right, this wouldn’t have been an issue if the team had played better defense for the first half of the fourth quarter. The Sixers built a big lead when Bradley Beal left the game in the first quarter after being elbowed in the face and having to go to the locker room.

Brown also conceded that the stop and start nature of the fouling might have disrupted his team’s defensive rhythm, but didn’t want to use that as an excuse for the drop-off in performance after 2 1/2 quarters of stellar D.

1) Two-man games

When the Wizards stopped fouling, the Sixers closed out the game with similar looks on three straight plays. It was a two-man pick and roll game with JJ Redick and Dario Saric, and Saric scored 6 points in the final 1:42 to seal the deal. He added two rebounds and turned it over once while also being T’d up for slamming the ball on the ground after making a tough layup at the rim.

Play 1:

And play 2:

Same thing, right?

With the game being junked up into oblivion, the Sixers came out of the Hack-a-Ben situation and found success with that design. Simmons and Joel Embiid did not attempt a shot in the final two minutes and didn’t have to.

  2) Rebounding the basketball

The Sixers set a season-high with 64 rebounds in the win– 21 were on the offensive glass. Washington finished with 35 boards.

Embiid finished with 14 and Amir Johnson added 6 off the bench. The pair are now tied for 10th in the NBA with 18.4 rebounds per 48 minutes. Simmons is the only “point guard” in the top 50.

It was a career high for Ben, who snagged 18 in the win:

The last @sixers rookie with at least 18 rebounds in a game prior to @BenSimmons25 tonight? Charles Barkley on Feb. 22, 1985 vs. Detroit.

— Sixers Stats (@SixersStats) November 30, 2017

  3) Swingin’ through

Like clockwork, Embiid always seems to get favorable calls on that post-up swing-through at least once per game. It happened twice last night, first in the second quarter:

I’ll save the second example for another post.

But you see how well he sells that contact. In this case, he draws the double team, Tim Frazier reaches, and Joel goes right up into him for the foul call. Embiid is excellent at timing that action, knowing that as soon as the defender’s arms go horizontal, he’s going to get that whistle every single time.

That’s high-IQ stuff.

  4) The commish

NBA commissioner Adam Silver was in the house last night.

He did an interview with NBCSP during the first quarter and talked about the Sixers’ improvement:

“I have to say, they have a great organization in place. I think Bryan Colangelo is doing an excellent job, two time executive of the year. He’s doing all of the things that are necessary for building a team. A great analytics staff. He’s stealing people from the league office staff, but that’s a separate issue I’ll have to talk to him about. (laughs) Scott O’Neil on the business side, Chris Heck, I’m really pleased with what they’re doing. Josh Harris, David Blitzer, I mean it’s everything you could ask for from a league office standpoint. It’s taken awhile here and there’s been a lot of patience from the folks in the market but we’re seeing the results now and it’s really exciting team.”

Alaa Abdelnaby asked Silver if he was “trusting the process” –

Silver: “I’m not going with that expression. (laughs) I go with great young players who are showing a lot of promise…”

Silver went on to praise the character of Joel Embiid and Ben Simmons. We know he’s not a Sam Hinkie fan and doesn’t wanna go down the “process” road. I don’t blame him. The league commissioner can’t endorse one of his teams purposefully tanking. Whatever. He was different on the Washington broadcast:

Adam Silver had some strong words for @cmillsnbcs about tanking in the NBA#WizSixers http://pic.twitter.com/sgDY4I4AsT

— NBC Sports Wizards (@NBCSWizards) November 30, 2017

Anyhow, one thing I’ve noticed, and I promise I’m not trying to be an asshole here, but whenever I see Silver he reminds me a bit of the warlock from Game of Thrones, season two:

Hack-a-Simmons: Four Observations from Sixers 118, Wizards 113 published first on http://ift.tt/2pLTmlv

[sherryandbelle-blog]

Sherry and Belle: Chapter 12

"Did they find Belle, yet?" Sherry asked in a weakened tone as she attempted to sit up from her hospital bed, David paced around uncomfortably before speaking, "Trevor said 'e was taken home... Alex s'posedly left ta try to negotiate somethin', but from Trevor's tone, it doesn't sound likely.". The two sat in silence, as if mourning the lose of a close friend; the woman slowly laid back down, signaling for the part timer to leave. A few minutes passed as Sherry began to doze off, before someone else walked into the room, locking the door behind them, then slowly approaching the bedside. The woman rolled over to face the person, but a towering, shadowy figure with massive, black claws and glowing yellow eyes loomed over her instead. "You should have kept running..." The distorted voiced being suddenly broke into a fit of excited laughter as it raised one of its dense, clawed hands over the bed. Sherry jolted up right before it could crash down on her, effectively making the nurse next to her jump as she woke up. "S-sorry, hon. Didn't mean ta wake ya." The small nurse apologized as she finished tidying up the bedside desk, quickly leaving the room afterwards. The boss sighed, sneaking a peek at her heavily bandaged up leg, {Heh, they insisted that I just cut myself up on some scrap metal while lookin' f'r Belle, but that monster's crooked face won't escape my mind THAT easily. Guess it's best to play along though, don't really need folks callin' me crazy...} Sherry reassured herself as she stared out the window from her bed. {...I hope he's okay...} The woman thought as the boy's wellbeing crossed her mind, causing her to reminisce on what felt like a month of knowing him, when in reality, it was barely even a week. "Hello, Sherry Autumn." The doctor's voice snapped her out of her momentary trance, "You're good to leave at anytime, just finish taking your antibiotics, and you'll be good as new in no time." he laid a short stack of papers down, along with a partially filled pill bottle on the bedside desk, before exiting the room.                                                 ●●● Sherry opened her unlocked door to see Jerald tidying up the kitchen, "Hey David, you want ta start on the livin' room, Sherry should be gettin' released from the hospital soon." the volunteer worker called out as he continued to scrub the various stains off of her counter. The boss looked around the messy living room, the neatly stacked pillow and blankets on the couch catching her eye, as well as Belle's duffle bag of clothes sitting near the entryway. "The livin' room's fine, thanks f'r cleanin' the kitchen-" "Sh-Sherry!? Hey! Hi..." Jerald gave a sympathetic stare as she walked into her freshy cleaned kitchen. "I... I'll just leave you ta, eh... I'll go an' check on the shelter now." The volunteer worker nervously left the house, leaving Sherry in her tidied kitchen; she eventually decided to finish cleaning the rest of her house. The boss tossed her bedding in the wash, cleaned the upstairs mirror and windows, then vacuumed the whole house, effectively relaxing her mind as she cleaned. At some point she reached the dilemma of cleaning the living room, unable to move anything of Belle's, she ultimately decided that she was done cleaning, and started making a few necessary calls for her new shelter. "Yes, y'ill have ta be VERY hands on with the animals, so if ya don't like 'em, this probably isn't f'r ya..." "Yeah... yeah... oh, part time's fine! What days can ya come in?... No, no, that's great. Our other part timer can't make it in f'r several week days at a time, so that's perfect." "Our  new shelter COULD really use a vet, but we're not housin' any horses at the-... hello?... hello!?" "Full time?... Sorry, our facility isn't really ready f'r that yet." "Yeah! Come in a couple days from now, and we'll getcha set up as our receptionist.". After a few hours of phone conferences, Sherry grabbed her bag in preparation to go out, when she suddenly heard Belle's phone vibrate, but she decided to leave it be.                                                 ●●● After getting some fast food, the boss steadily drove back to her home, listening to some slow music on the radio as she drove in the dark. A figure abruptly darted in front of her, barely giving her enough time to brake without hitting it; {Mirage!?} she quickly grabbing her gun, jumping out of her vehicle to face it. "WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!" A young teen shouted in terror as Sherry pointed her firearm at the cyclist, "I-I'm sorry if I cut ya off!! I swear!" the teen quickly hopped back on her bike, speeding away as fast as she could, leaving Sherry to her own embarrassment. "Idiot!" She snapped at herself in a hushed voice as she got back into her truck, slowly driving away, {I need ta calm down...} the woman solemnly thought as she continued her drive home. {I'm actin' a fool, I only knew the kid a week!} She thought as she grew increasing annoyed at herself, "First thing I'm doin' when I get home... I'm gonna clean up Belle's mess!" she proclaimed.                                               ●●● Sherry woke up early afternoon, slowly walking down her stairs and through the untouched living room to her kitchen, jumping slightly as Belle's phone buzzed when she passed. The woman stared for awhile, before picking it up, and tossing it on the living room couch, making herself some coffee afterwards.                                                  ●●● "Ye're hired; Welcome 'board." Sherry congratulated her new employee with a handshake, then ordered Jerald to give the young woman a tour of the facility. "Excuse me, Ms. Autumn?" Another new employee nervously waved the boss over to the main phone, "A senator of Wyoming is on the phone!" she reported in a startled tone. "Tch. It's just a scam caller, don't give it any information." "Okay... but 'e saids he knows ya..." "Just a scammer-" "His name is Trevor?" Sherry's eyes widened, "That's not a scammer, thank ya f'r yer help, Chelsea.". "Hey Sherry..." He started uncomfortably, "I was just calling about some of Belle's belongings, well... one of them, at least." "Which one? He left everything o' his when he left." Sherry commented solemnly as she paced around the front desk. "His phone. I was just wondering if you had it, and if it's been ringing at all." "It has actually, but I can't really think o'-" "Okay, thank you." Trevor seemed pleased, and before Sherry could ask anything, he abruptly hung up.                                               ●●● Sherry closed her front door, locking it before setting her handbag down on the kitchen table, shortly before hearing the small flip phone vibrating on the couch. She sighed hesitantly, then finally answered it, "This is Sherry Autumn, right?" she heard Alex's voice ask, "Yeah..." "Good. So you-" "Why are ya callin' Belle's phone tryin' ta contact me!?" "Because Trygve tasked me with answering any questions you may have pertaining to the night you were attacked by Eirik, but he DID NOT give me your phone number to do so.". The woman stood silent for a few moments, "Trygve?" "Ugh... 'Trevor', as you people call him-" "What do ya mean 'you people'?" "Humans!" Sherry shuttered as he shouted that, "Hello?" "Y-yeah. Sorry, I f'rgot ya guys weren't really human, heh." "Excellent. So I do not have to attempt to explain that to you-" "I don't even know WHAT ya are! Mind explainin' that!?". Sherry heard nothing but ambiance, until Alex finally sighed, "I can not tell you that just yet, nor can I say where our kind is from, but I am allowed to say that we are not human, and that Belle was taken back to our palace home by Eirik, our queen's deadliest henchman." the woman sat down on the couch, stunned. "Well!? Is there anyway ta get 'im back!?" She shouted in a sudden stir of frustration, "That is highly unlikely, but... there MIGHT be a way to go see him... Ehh..." "How!?" Sherry quickly lightened up. "Three days from now, call Trygve- Ugh, 'Trevor'. He will tell you where to go from there, but be prepared for a large amount of traveling." Sherry thanked the man, then ended the call, shortly before dialing up an old number on her own phone. "Hello?" A gruff, stern voice answered in an already impatient tone, "Hey, Charles-" "Sherry!? Wow! We haven't talked since... well. But how have ya been!?" "Listen, I need ta go somewhere soon, and I would like it if ya stayed at our old house f'r awhile-" "Is this 'bout that 'Belle' character Sam was talkin' 'bout?" "Y-yeah, he went somewhere, and I wanted ta talk to 'im one last time.". "Mmmm... well, who am I ta stop ya, but... I really have missed ya." "Heh, I've missed ya too, ya lug.".                                                ●●● Sherry leaned against her red truck, sipping on a frosted lemonade and looking around at Fort Worth, her first and final rest stop before Galveston, the designated meet up location. After a straight five hour drive, the woman needed to rest before a drive nearly equal in length, and after that drive, the three would travel by boat until they reached Belle's homeland. The boss heard her straw start to gurgle as she finished her drink, signaling that it was almost time to hit the road again, she sighed as she tossed the empty cup into a nearby trashcan, switching the navigation on her phone back on as she started her truck up.                                                 ●●● Sherry noticed a sleek, blue car sitting at the entrance to Galveston, with Trevor and Alex standing next to it; she quickly pulled over near the two. "Hey!" Sherry greeted as she walked over, "Glad to see you made it!" Trevor called back, gesturing Alex into the passenger seat of his car. "This island has some pretty limited parking, so I went ahead and reserved us a couple of spots near the bay. I'll lead you there!" The woman nodded, quickly heading back, and getting into her truck. The blue vehicle gently cruised back onto the road, with the red truck beginning to trail behind; Sherry stared out her window at the flat, breezy surroundings, the palm trees lining the roads, and the sharp, rolling waves barely visible in the distance. {This's it... time to see where Belle's REALLY from.} The woman pumped herself up, preparing for whatever strange, inhuman place that the two men in the slick car were leading her to. To her surprise, Trevor pulled into an inn's parking lot near an older looking boat dock, parking at the far end, then reaching out of his window and pointing at the spot next to his. "Why 're we-" "A storm's scheduled to blow over the gulf tomorrow, which means a lot less activity in the water. I got in contact with an old buddy who will take us to the end of the gulf in his crabbing boat, so you have the rest of the evening to prepare." Trevor explained while Alex carried the senator's luggage in. "I'll send Alex to fetch you tomorrow morning, just make sure you have a large meal before we leave, and just leave your belongings in your room, you won't need any of it where we're going." Sherry nodded, feeling mildly disappointed at the unexpected wait.                                                 ●●● "Thar ya go, lass!" An elderly fisherman hoisted Sherry onto his boat with a surprising amount of strength, then turned and stared at the two standing behind him. "Been awhile, Trygve. Last time I saw ya in person, ya had climbed outta the waters and onta muh boat! Now ya say yer a senator!? HEH!" The fisherman gave Trevor a hardy handshake, then returned to the boat's steering wheel. "So... ya know Trevor?" The woman asked as the other two untied the boat from the dock, "Ever since 'e got muh boat outta ragin' waters!" the older man chuckled to himself as he seemed to reminisce. "I was inna smaller boat at the time, an' as I thought she was gonna bite it, a HUGE shadow swam under the vessel, an' kept 'er afloat 'til the shore came back inta view! Once I tied 'er up ta the closest dock, I 'eard somethin' splash up onta muh deck, back then, Trygve wore dark, ridged garbs, so I didn't recognize 'im as a human at first, but after I took 'im down into my sleepin' quarters an' gave 'im some spare clothes, 'e explained what 'e REALLY was.". "And what is that?" Sherry asked, glancing back at Trevor and Alex, who were peacefully relaxing near the back of the boat, "They 'aven't told ya? Aren't ya goin' ta see thar palace!?" "Yeah, but they seem hesitant ta say anythin'." The fisherman shook his head with a grin. "So, what're ya goin' ta the palace f'r?" "We're visitin' the prince-" "Belethor!?" The old man exclaimed, "How do ya know 'im?" "Hmm... when Trygve left the palace, 'e left quite 'n impression, that's why 'e can never return ta 'is home. When that happened, 'e made a rough guess on who would follow 'is example an' travel to the surface world, so f'r 'e's been right with every guess, including the prince.". Sherry nodded, then glanced back to Trevor, who was staring at the bottomless waters swirling behind the boat with a longing gaze, "Hmm, their kind sure do love the waters, but 'e vowed never ta leave 'is human form unless absolutely necessary, a real shame too, 'is kind 're terrible at swimmin' with our form. It's quite a spectacle ta see, though!" The man chuckled to himself. "And why doesn't 'e want ta take his true form?" "'is kind 'as a keen sense o' smell, as well as perfected ocean navigation; 'e made a lot o' enemies, including their queen, if he went inta ocean water without a disguise, they'd find 'im." "...What's yer name?" The woman asked, seemingly catching the old fisherman off guard. He suddenly started to chuckle, "Ya 'ave two mighty bein's behind ya, an' ya want ta know 'bout me!" he chuckled some more, before turning and smiling at the woman with his crooked teeth, "The name's Matthews!".

[thiswasinevitableid]

42 or 20 with indruck! Can you tell I'm a sap?? ❤❤❤

I went with 20, since I’ve actually done a variation for 42 for Indruck before.

Prompt 20 from this list: My amazing partner just dumped me. Please come home with me for the holidays and pretend to be my partner.

“DUCK I NEED HELP!”

Duck’s used to his neighbor and friend entering his house without knocking. After all, he does much the same to him. But the panicked tone is enough to send him tumbling off the couch.

“Ow. What’s up, ‘Drid?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Indrid drops to the floor to check on him, and Duck waves his hand dismissively to show he’s fine, “I’m just, it’s, I realized another horrible part of Derrick dumping me.” 

Duck sits up, facing his friend as the thinner man continues, “The few times I spoke with my parents since I started dating him, I bragged about how wonderful he was. Goodness knows they’d criticized me enough for everything else, at the very least it felt nice to tell them my relationship was going well. And now I get to go home in a week for the holidays, without the wonderful boyfriend I told them all I had. It’s going to make everything worse.”

Duck nods sympathetically. He’d been the first person Indrid told about the break up, Derrick leaving him abruptly two weeks ago after revealing he’d been dating someone else at the same time until he could make up his mind about who would make the better.

He’d apparently said Indrid needed “too much work” to be the winning partner. Duck keeps hoping to run into the guy so he can give him a piece of his mind (and tell him to be glad it’s Duck, and not Aubrey, who’s confronting him because she is pissed). 

Indrid is weird, sure. He can be absentminded, messy, can leave sketches scattered across his floor for weeks. But he’s funny, thoughtful, and Duck has pictured him without clothes more than once, wondering what it would be like if it was him drawing the high, faintly cracked noises from him on the other side of the wall. 

But more than any of that Duck always gets a strange sense of belonging when he comes home in the evening and sees Indrid’s apartment lit beside his own, still dark one. Indrid is home, next door, and that means things will be okay. 

Duck would have given anything to be in Derricks place. 

“Duck, I need you to come with me and pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Duck should have put some specifications on that statement.

“‘Drid, you full well I can’t lie well enough to pull that off. And ain’t they gonna notice I’m nothin’ like the guy you told ‘em about?”

“I kept everything vague to decrease the chances of them finding something to disapprove of. You won’t need to lie, Duck, please I’ll,” Indrid’s gaze darts around the room, his red glasses sitting on his forehead allowing Duck to enjoy the light brown of his eyes, “I’ll design your next tattoo for free, I’ll pay both our internet bills for a year, I’ll, ah, I’ll-”

“Whoah, whoah, ‘Drid, you ain't got to do anythin like that. We’re friends, we help each other out.”

“So you’ll do it?” Indrid bites the inside of his lip.

“How long would it be?”

“Five days, six if we hit bad weather coming back up here. That wouldn’t take you away from work too long, would it? Or do they expect the part time rangers to cover the holidays?”

“Nah, the center is closed on Christmas. And I’m pretty sure Juno wants a few extra hours anyway. I’ll ask to be sure, but think I oughta be able to get the time off.” He looks back at Indrid’s face. There are bags under his eyes, the result of the semester and graveyard shifts at a coffee shop. His strange, wide smile is tentatively trying to spread across his face. It’s the first time since the break up he’s looked hopeful. 

“Yeah, what the hell, can’t let my friend be lonesome for the holidays.”

Indrid makes a delighted noise, flapping his hands, “Thank you!” He throws his arms around Duck, and Duck returns the hug. Indrid loves his hugs (most people love Duck’s hugs, but Indrid’s opinion tends to take up the most space in his mind). 

He’s doing his friend a favor, and that makes the fact this is a terrible idea worth the risk. And hey, five days paling around with his friend in some fancy seaside town will be fun.

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Juno: You know that’s a terrible idea, right?

Juno: Pretending to date Indrid is going to make for one heartbroken Duck and you know it.

Duck: It’ll be fine

Juno: How long have you had a crush on him again?

Duck: A year. And we stayed friends the whole time because I fucking knew when to keep it to myself. And I can keep keeping it to myself because his friendship means more to me than my fucking dick. 

Juno: ……..

Juno:...... Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you

Duck tosses the phone on the bed as he finishes packing his suitcase. Yes, he’s had a crush on Indrid for awhile. And yes, by the time he realized just how intense the crush was, Indrid was in a relationship that made him happy, and the strength of the crush was overwhelmed by the desire to not make Indrid’s life harder. So Duck kept those feelings to himself, focused on being Indrid’s friend, including putting in a good word on his behalf to their landlord so he could get the little studio apartment next to Duck’s one-bedroom. 

Who knows, maybe spending so much time in close proximity will get rid of the crush….

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…………….Or it will make it ten times stronger Duck muses during his turn at the wheel. It’s the west coast, so there’s no snow, but rain patters on the windshield as they drive down I-5. Indrid is humming along with the playlist he put on, finishing up the last of the meal they grabbed from  Dairy Queen. He’s been intermittently hand feeding Duck fries so he can keep driving. 

He also does a thing where eagerly and licks the spoon while eating his Blizzard and Duck is afraid he might hit the guard rail if he doesn’t stop staring. 

“How did we meet?” Indrid asks somewhere near Sacramento. 

“Uh, think Dani introduced us, right?”

Indrid nods, “That’s what I thought. We’ll need to have our story straight, but it seems easiest just to describe our relationship as truthfully as possible.”

“You mean we ain’t tellin ‘em we me when I rescued you from an evil goat?”

Indrid “humphs” crossing his arms, “I did not expect to tackled at the petting zoo. But I appreciated the rescue all the same.”

“Thought Aubrey was gonna wet her pants laughin at you.” Duck giggles at the memory of Indrid flat on his back with an extremely hungry goat on top of him.

They run through increasingly ridiculous things to tell Indrids family; that they met on a botched bank robbery, they got trapped in an elevator together, their characters fell in love during a game of D&D and it spread out into their real lives, and so on until Indrid is doubled over with laughter. It would be so easy, feel so natural to reach over and squeeze his hand or stroke his face as they both come down from their giggling fits, but Duck knows better than to trap his friend in a car with unwanted affection.

By the time they reach Carmel, it’s well after ten at night. Indrid drives the last leg, explaining that the house numbers can be tricky to see. They arrive at a stately three story house four blocks from the beach.

“Right.” Indrid sits in the front seat, key in his hand but showing no desire to reach for the door, “here goes nothing.”

They carry their bags up to the house, which is all dark save for the porch light. Once they’re inside, Indrid slips off his shoes, Duck following suit and immediately spotting why.

“Who has this much white carpet?”

“My parents.” Indrid grumbles. 

They tiptoe towards the stairs, and in spite of the fact they’re expected guests, Duck feels like they’re teenagers slipping in after curfew. The bedroom Indrid leads them to is bland.

“My, they really did take it all down.” Indrid sighs, setting his suitcase on the floor.

“This was your room?”

“Yes. I wonder what they did with all the art and posters. I liked a lot of them. And I’d lay money that all of Brad’s sports awards are still up somewhere. They always preferred those to my art.” He sighs as he changes into his pajamas, then slides under the floral bedspread. 

Duck didn’t bring pajamas. He just sleeps in his boxers.

“Um” He points at himself in an attempt to indicate the problem. Indrid goes completely still, looking him up and down.

“It’s alright, Duck. That doesn’t bother me. Come on” he pats the mattress, flipping back the covers, “I’m cold and you’re a spaceheater disguised as a man.”

Duck snorts,settles beside him, “No, you’re just an icicle that got an art degree.”

Indrid barks out a laugh, sets his glasses on the bedside table “Touche. Goodnight, Duck.”

“Night, Drid.”

The light goes out and Duck nestles under the covers. Should he roll over so his back is to Indrid? No, that might seem like he’s hiding something. But rolling towards him could be too much, seem like this is real instead of a trick they’re playing.

“Duck?” Indrid whispers.

“Yeah?” He rolls over, finds Indrid on his side facing him. 

“Thank you. For coming with me. The, the next few days may be a bit awkward.”

“‘Drid, I wasn’t expectin anythin else. Not after eveythin you told me about your folks.”

“I know but, well.” Indrid takes his hand, toying with his fingers, “I’m sorry in  advance for anything they say.  Or do. Or imply. Or-”

“‘Drid.” Duck takes their joined hands, holds them against his chest, “You ain’t gotta apologize to me for shit they might do. I knew what I was gettin into when I agreed to this.”

“Thank you.” Indrid says again. He looks so tired. 

“Go to sleep, icicle.”

Indrid smiles in the darkness, and shuts his eyes. He keeps his hand in Ducks, humming softly when Duck pulls the larger quilt over them. Their hands stay linked as Duck sinks into the pillows and a deep sleep. 

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Indrid towels himself off absentmindedly, eyeing the china-shop decor of his once lovely room. Duck volunteered to venture downstairs in search of coffee for them (Indrid trusts three people to make his coffee sweet enough: himself, his friend Barclay, and Duck). Indrid woke up first this morning, found Ducks head resting against his shoulder. He took his time studying the lines of his face, wondering if Duck would let Indrid draw him. Ideally, nude. 

Maybe asking his friend who he has a raging crush on to join him on his trip was a bad idea. 

He’d realized his feelings for Duck about four months ago. But he was happy with Derrick (well, until the last two months before the break-up, when he’d suddenly gone cold around Indrid), and knew it was common to get crushes on people even when dating someone. Besides, he and Duck were close friends; Duck made him feel safe, didn’t judge him for his quirks, was funny and charming in his own quiet way. So what if he occasionally pictured him while masturbating, imagining what it felt like to kiss him on every inch of his body?

There’d been a temptation to ask Duck out in the days after the break up. But his friend would no doubt assume Indrid was treating him as a rebound, and Duck deserved to feel truly wanted. Now it might be too late. 

The door swings open and Duck shuts it quickly behind him.

“This is a fuckin labyrinth.”

Indrid chuckles, “Couldn’t find the kitchen?”

“No! Thank fuck we got a bathroom attached to this place or I;d go to take a piss and you’d never fuckin see me again.”

“If it’s any consolation, you don’t need to worry about a Minotaur unless my brother is up.”

A silver bell rings and blinks, “Does your family use a fuckin dinner bell?”

“Yes.” Indrid finishes dressing as Duck checks his hair in the mirror, “and it means it’s time to face the family.” He holds out his hand, “stay close; I’d hate to lose you in the maze.” 

Duck hesitates, then grabs his hand, and they head downstairs. 

His parents and brother beat them there.

“Is that really what you’re wearing out today?” His mother asks when they appear. 

“Hello to you as well.” He and Duck sit side by side, and he only relinquishes Ducks hand in order to pass dishes. 

“So,” His father eyes Duck, the scrutiny in the gaze making Indrid wince automatically, “you’re Indrid’s boyfriend.”

“Yep. Name’s Duck, and it’s real nice to meet y’all.”

Brad, his brother, snorts, “Duck?”

“It’s a nickname, oh, thanks darlin.” He smiles when Indrid hands him a cup of coffee. 

“Indrid says you’re interested in...environmental science, yes?” His father continues. 

“More or less. Done a lot of work in forestry and botany and such. Goal is to be a full time ranger in a national park or somethin.”

“I don’t know why we even have those; why the fuck are we preserving a bunch of trees when that land could help enrich the economy.”

“Shut up, Brad.” Indrid glares. 

“Indrid, manners. Besides, your brother has a point. All that land could be a boon for mining and development,”

“With all due respect, uh, Mr.Cold, public lands are one of the best ideas we’ve had as a country. And they bring in lots of money to places that wouldn’t get it otherwise. Hell, back home in Kepler, most of the money comes from tourists visitin the national forest.” Duck chews his eggs thoughtfully, “Plus, screwin nature only comes back to bite us in the end.”

“At least it’s a degree that has a potential job that comes after it.” His mother stares pointedly at him and Indrid groans.

The rest of breakfast goes much the same, and Indrid pulls Duck from the table as soon as he’s done eating. 

“Right, that was awful.” Indrid sinks onto his bed. 

“And you didn’t eat anythin.”

“I had toast.” Indrid snips back. 

“One piece. Come on, darlin, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my sweetheart starve?” Duck catches the pet names this time, coughs, “sorry, figured better to keep up the game in the house, in case someone can hear us.”

Right, of course. Duck’s being practical. He doesn’t really think of Indrid as his darling. 

“There somewhere in town you like?” Duck settles beside him, voice gentle, “It’s okay if there ain’t. Can even brave the labyrinth and grab you leftovers if you need me to.”

Indrid meets his eyes, and gingerly rests his head on his shoulder, “Well, there is one place…”

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The outdoor mall is obscenely cheery, Christmas trees covered in shiny baubles and carols blasting from storefronts. Signs tout the perfect gift for that special someone, and Duck imagines himself wandering from salesperson to salesperson until he finds the thing that could show Indrid just how much he cares about him.

After a leisurely breakfast in a tiny, scruffy cafe (indeed, the only scruffy store amidst the pristine, wealth soaked chains and boutiques) in which Indrid scarfed two cinnamon rolls the size of his head, they wander arm in arm, window shopping and people watching. Indrid relaxes incrementally, and keeps casting strange, affectionate glances Ducks way. 

In spite of the chilly weather, they opt to go to the beach, finding it mostly deserted. Indrid shows him a patch of tidepools, and proceeds to ask a dozen questions about what he’s seeing. Duck does his best, though ocean life isn’t his specialty. 

“Oooh, hello little friend.” Indrid is on his stomach, leaning over one of the pools with a hermit crab in his hand, “your shell is so pretty.”

“Uh, ‘Drid, you might wanna keep an eye on that-”

Splash

“Wave.” Duck tries not to laugh at his friend, who now looks like a surprised, damp cat. 

“Oh dear.” Indrid looks at his soaked top half and shudders, “that is going to be unpleasant to walk home in.” 

“Here, take those off.” Duck unzips and doffs his jacket, unbuttons his green shirt and hands it to the taller man, “That oughta help until we get back.”

Indrid, skinny and shivering, takes the shirt and slips it on. His fingers fumble and Duck steps forward and begins buttoning it for him. 

“You don’t-” Indrid starts

“I want to” Duck finishes. When he buttons the last one, he looks up and finds their noses nearly brushing. 

“We should head back.” Indrid murmurs.

“Yeah.” Duck drops his gaze, taking a step back, “lead the way, darlin.”

Indrid hops off the rock onto the sand, offering his hand to Duck so he can do the same. Duck supposes they don’t need to hold hands on the empty beach. 

They end up holding them all the way back to the house. 

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It all comes to a head at dinner the next night. 

“This is low even for you, bro.” Brad grins.

Indrid rolls his eyes, “What is?”

“Bringing a fake boyfriend because your skinny ass got dumped.”

The little bit Indrid’s eaten threatens to come back up. Duck is still, save for the chewing on the inside of his lip.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Indrid responds coolly. 

“Friend of a friend on Insta said in a group text that he knows your ex.” Brad looks over at their mother, “Apparently Indrid is too stupid to know when he’s being strung along, and too much of a dud to actually keep the guy.”

“In that case” His father turns to Duck, “how did you end up involved in this?”

“Probably paid him.” Brad sips his beer and Indrid growls. 

“Actually” Duck says quietly, “I came because Indrid asked me to. Couldn’t say no to the most amazin guy I know. Indrid’s perfect and Derrick was shitty to him. Just cause we ain’t had time to put a label on things don’t mean I ain’t crazy about him. And for your information” he stares down Brad, “that ‘skinny ass’ is the nicest lookin ass on the entire coast, and you are the shittiest siblin’ I’ve ever had the displeasure of meetin’.”

“How dare you?” His mother hisses and Indrid takes that opportunity to bolt, certain Duck will follow him. As he’s halfway up the stairs he hears Duck drawl, “Mom always said money can’t buy class. Thanks for the real-time demonstration.”

By the time his friend enters the bedroom, Indrid is huddled on the bed, trying not to cry. 

“Shit, ‘Drid, I’m sorry, that was outta line of me but I can’t, I couldn’t sit there and let ‘em talk to you like that. I know you got your reasons for not speakin up, but you don’t deserve to have no one takin your side.”

“It’s not that. I can’t, Duck, how could you say those things knowing full well we aren’t together? Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted to believe you feel that way about me? That’s the most loved I’ve felt in months and I know it was a lie.” He buries his face in his hands, glasses denting his skin. 

“Hey, goofus.” Duck nudges him until he looks up, “you’re forgettin the part where I can’t lie.”

The gears of the world grind to a halt, and in a frozen moment in time Indrid processes a dozen realizations at once.

“You do like me.” He whispers. 

“No shit, darlin. Indrid, I’ve been into you for months, but I didn’t wanna push you away by tellin you and makin’ you uncomfortable. I meant every goddamn word, and that all barely scratches the surface of how bad I want youMOphhhm.”

Kissing Duck is a hundred times better than he ever imagined, the two of them tangled up before they even fall fully backwards. Warm fingers tangle in his hair and Duck whimpers beneath him, arching frantically into Indrids touch.

“Fuck me.” Duck pants when Indrid lets him breathe. 

“Not here. I, I think we should go somewhere else, leave early. They don’t want me here, not really, we could go home, rent a hotel room, anything, Duck, goodness please let’s get out of here.”

“It was an exclamation goofus, this room is a boner killer if there ever was one. But yeah, gettin gone sounds real fuckin good to me. I’ll let you take the lead, sugar.”

“You promise?”

Duck kisses his nose, “Wherever you wanna go, darlin. I’ll be right there next to you. I promise.”