#had a real blast gang thanks for letting me hangout

[baryonyxclaws]

Can’t wait to do this again with everyone! this is a fun program to mess with, makes me nostalgic for ye olde iscribble days. I especially loved seeing how everyone made things in real time, and all the different styles thank you again Cuppajj for hosting!

Here’s some of the things I doodled for this.

Aaaand here are the results of the aggie collab! It was a lot of fun talking and drawing with people and seeing the stuff they made! 😊 Thank you to everyone who participated, this was great and I'll probably do it again sometime in the future. (I won't be @ ing everyone because there are so many)

Probably obvious but just in case: this is one big canvas with a bunch of drawings so feel free to make individual close up posts with what you drew ^^ thanks everyone!!!

[kata-sans]

Raising Stripe

Chapter 31

Guys Night was meant to be fun. It was a tradition started in kindergarten by Craig and Clyde as playdates. As time passed and new friendships were formed, Jimmy and Tolkein were added to the sleepovers. By the time Tweek joined, Guy's Night was well established. They even agreed to include Stripe in their hangouts.

This time it was Tolkein's turn to host the hangout. He prided himself in being the group's favorite host. His rich lifestyle played a key role in his place being the ideal hangout spot and Tolkein lived for the praises. Even after moving out of his parents home, Tolkein only downgraded to a smaller mansion.

Tolkein anticipated a great night playing poker and stuffing themselves with takeout. He had stocked up the fridge with beer and pulled out his best selection of whiskey and tequila. Tolkien was confident the night was going to be a blast.

Jimmy and Clyde arrived first with Taco Bell and Burger King. Jimmy took control of the speakers and began playing cheesy Christmas music. Clyde set up red cups to play beer pong. Soon the Domino's Pizza delivery guy showed up with Tolkein's order.

The evening was turning out great as far as Tolkein was concerned but he wished Craig and Tweek would hurry so the real fun could start. He was excited when the doorbell finally rang, but felt dread as he heard loud arguing coming from outside. Great! The happy couple was having a spat.

Tolkein looked over his shoulder to see that Clyde and Jimmy had also heard the commotion outside. Disagreements between Craig and Tweek were not uncommon but they happened enough that the gang had to create a plan to diffuse the tension during Guys Night. With a silent nod all three prepared their three part plan to save the night.

Tolkien opened the door with a forced smile, “Guys! So glad you could make it!” Craig and Tweek glared at each other and Tolkein silently signaled Clyde over. Step one: Divide the problem.

“TWEEK! Thank goodness you're here! I need your barista skills to fill in these cups in the kitchen!” Clyde yelled as he pulled Tweek away from the door. Tweek followed without looking back at his husband.

“Hey man, let me get those for you. Why don't you help Jimmy set up the poker table.” Tolkein reached out to take the bags of Chinese food and walked towards the kitchen. Craig gave a curt nod and silently followed Jimmy to the game room. Time for step two: Interrogate the quarreling couple.

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“You don't understand Clyde! Just because he chose to adopt Stripe HE feels like he has more say in making decisions for Stripe! Gah! He says I'm selfish! He doesn't know what Stripe really wants!” Tolkien could hear Tweek ranting in the kitchen. Perfect! Tweek was always more talkative and with the right prodding would reveal any problems.

“I swear next time the gnomes come digging through the laundry…nghh I’ll let them take all his underwear!” Unfortunately not everything Tweek said could be taken seriously. Tolkein would need to be tactful in his approach to get some answers from Tweek.

Tolkein casually walked into the kitchen greeting Clyde and Tweek. “Hey guys, how's the drinks coming along?”

Tweek growled in response but Clyde rushed over to Tolkein. “Great! Everything is good here. Tweek! You don't mind finishing here. Tolkien and I need to…do something! Be right back.” He called out as he pushed Tolkein through the door.

“Dude! I know what the problem is!” Clyde whispered shouted.

“Wait, you do?” Tolkien asked skeptically.

“I bumped into Craig the other day and he was all moody and stuff. He's convinced Stripe is miserable as a human and needs to be changed back as soon as possible. Do you think Tweek might be against the idea?” Clyde asked.

Tolkien’s eyes widened. “Of course! Nichole said Tweek was leaning towards keeping Stripe human. It makes perfect sense.”

“Well I don't know about you but I am going to set Craig straight. He needs to realize how much happier he and Tweek have become.” Clyde stated with determination.

“Wait! We can't confront him like that or he’ll double down. We need to be tactful.” Tolkein said as he plotted how to change his friend's perspective.

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The atmosphere in the room was awkward. Craig and Tweek sat on opposite ends of the poker table bitterly sipping their drinks and coldly glancing at each other. Tolkien was ready to end this dispute and return to their scheduled fun. Time for step three: Meddle in the problem.

“So…um, Craig who's watching Stripe? Is it someone we know?” Tolkein asked, breaking the silence. He needed to ease into the conversation.

“No.” Craig spoke without elaborating further.

“We paid Craig's coworker, Sara, to watch him. Ngh…I made sure to put Stripe to bed early to avoid any meltdowns. I would have preferred to stay home but someone thinks it's unhealthy to be sooo attached to our baby!” Tweek informed them.

“I did not say that! Quit putting words in my mouth! I know you Tweek! If I let this continue you are going to break down from the stress of parenting 24/7.” Craig defended himself.

“Gah! How dare you! I love taking care of Stripe! I didn't realize you viewed our child as a burden!” Tweek accused venomously.

“There you go again misinterpreting everything I say. I should know by now that you are incapable of having a rational discussion.” Craig fired back.

Tolkein stood up immediately. The situation had completely detailed unexpectedly. “Alright that's enough! You two, on the couch! It's time for couples counseling.” Tolkien ordered without hesitation.

The couple complied sitting on opposite sides putting as much distance between them. Tolkien, Clyde and Jimmy stood in front of them acting like parents scolding their children.“Listen guys I know you both care about Stripe and I'm sure if we talked about it like mature adults we could...” Tolkien tried unsuccessfully.

“TALK! YOU WANT ME TO TALK! OK! Why don't you get off your high horse and realize you're not always right about things, Craig!” Tweek shouted.

“I don't claim to always be right.”

“Then why are you so against my choice for Stripe?!”

“Because we're a TEAM! That means we talk before making such a big decision.”

Tweek froze, “Craig…*sigh* You're right. I was being selfish. I’m sorry.”

“NOOOO!” Everyone jumped at Clyde's anguished cry. “Tweek you can't give up that easily. We love Stripe too. Craig please reconsider!”

Craig grimaced as Clyde clung to his jacket. He was on his knees begging and pleading desperately. “WTF, Clyde! This doesn't concern you.”

“You're the one who's selfish if you think we don't care about Stripe!” Clyde shouted.

“Craig's right, Clyde. Stripe's first Christmas outfit is a joint parenting decision. I should have talked to Craig before I ordered the reindeer onesie.” Tweek confessed.

The guys froze in shock. “You two were arguing over a onesie!” Jimmy said without a stutter.

Tweek pulled up an image on his phone. “I couldn't help myself! I was scrolling on Amazon for Christmas outfits and I didn't think Craig would be interested in planning our outfits for our holiday pictures. In the past, Craig wasn't too interested in picking our outfits, but I forgot how special it is to pick our baby's first outfit for the picture”

“Oh Honey. I should have told you sooner. It makes sense why you didn't ask me. I'm sorry I called you selfish. I know you've been working hard to prepare everything. The last thing I want to do is burden you with my hurt feelings.” Craig admitted.

The husbands embraced for the first time that evening. Their eyes met and they leaned forward for a kiss, but were interrupted when a poker chip hit Craig in the face.

“Enough sappy makeup kisses. I came here to make bank. So s-sit down and start bidding.” Jimmy said, pulling up his cards from the table.

The couple returned to the table. This time, Craig moved his chair beside Tweek's. Finally at peace the night was heading in the right direction.

Unbeknownst to the happy couple, their friends came to a silent agreement. They agreed it was best not to interfere in the couple's choice. They trusted Tweek and Craig to choose what is best for their family. All they could do is stand by and support them.

Ch30

Ch32

[cruzrogue]

I know...Kinda don’t...U know...

Another story hit me! I’m putting the idea on tumblr because that is where I place my story ideas. Don’t know if this will continue or die. I have plenty of stories to juggle. But in-between writing them these ideas won’t let me go...

It starts off with Cisco Ramon from the flash and Felicity Smoak from Arrow getting to know each other in non-platonic circumstances. They like each other. It becomes an olicity story because I’m a Oliver and Felicity fan. Haha. Those two are just it for me. I can read or write them in similar situations and not get tired of it. I actually love that! 

Thanks beforehand for reading especially if you got this far.

Cisco Ramon & Felicity Smoak, OliverQueen/FelicitySmoak

My idea is to make 2 versions of any chapter that I might have smut. (Clean/Smutty) AKA (1A/1B...2A...etc) That is if I continue... Well here goes!

(Untitled story)

Cisco Ramon not one that is usually popular with the girls. Especially when alone and not with his college friends. Friends that brought him along to this year’s spring break trek across a few cities before getting back to his own university.

Wanting to go to a nerd hangout. Scope the world of mechanical wonderment with a side of technological flair at this exhibit. No way that the possibility of missing such mind-blowing thought-provoking display would not fall on his roaster of things to do in Las Vegas. His boys bailed at the idea of spending an ounce of time in the land of boredom. Their words not his. He’d meet up with them at that party venue some guy told them about last night.

Like always he’s enjoyed his alone time and now is ready to adventure to the wild side. Hanging with rich kids has brought a level of craziness. Things these guys do are beyond some of the frat boy lifestyles he’s seen in movies. Just a factor of wow and unbelievable.

The bouncer takes one good look at him and double checks his ID. Cisco just makes a cheesy grin as he tells the guy its 100% him.

The music is low. Not much going on. He is the early bird. Checking his watch early by two hours. Probably should have gone to the hotel. Leaving with the gang. They bring the party. Oh well. He is here now. Maybe he can see if they serve some grub.

Movement catches his attention. Long black hair being pushed to the side. He notices she’s trying to read while hitting her pencil against the table to the beat of a song playing. The closer he gets to the counter the view of the hottie only gets better. Better meaning the anticipation of getting a mildly improved glance. Taking in those sexy low-cut boots. Following her limbs upward. Stopping mid length on her upper thighs as she must be wearing a short skirt. Her long hair covering the view to her face. He wonders how pretty she must be.

“If you keep staring, you’ll burn a hole in my head.”

That gets him to suddenly apologize. He didn’t think she’d notice him. Finally, she sits up straighter moving the hair that is obstructing a clear picture of her face. He suddenly sucks in air. She’s breathtaking.

Her index finger shoots up to the mirror off to the side. A mirror he didn’t catch until now.

“The mirror has failed your gawking ways.” Her lips are pressed to a thin line but there is mirth in her eyes. She knows he won’t be able to tell she’s amused.

“Sorry.” He mutters now totally embarrassed. Serves him right for ogling.

“The club isn’t really open for dancing yet. What brings you in? Not the stale pretzels I hope.”

“I’m super early. I just came from the conservatory of Mechanical Engineering exhibit that was hosted this week and well I couldn’t say no to…”

“Being that guy that drools over numbers.”

A part of him deflates. This hot chick thinks he’s a loser, “Yea. I’m that geek.”

“Well then. It’s a safe bet to get the tenders, onion rings, and maybe apple crisp if you have a sweet tooth.”

“So no on the pretzels?” He smiles because just maybe he has a shot with this beauty. “What about the nut selection?”

“Both are probably salty. You know. It gets you to drink more. Though if you want to handle any certain number of nuts that they serve. I won’t be able to enjoy talking to you further.”

“Oh! You don’t like them? Or do you have some food intolerance to pine nuts?”

She gives him a sly smile, “Seems like the only nuts I can’t handle.”

His mind is quick and it makes him have a goldfish moment. They aren’t even arguing except his mind is screaming. Opening and closing his mouth to only leave it open in surprise. She’s flirting. She is flirting with the nerd him. “I’ll be right back.” He thumbs the food counter.

Felicity goes back to reading. Keeping from sparing a look back at the interesting nerd who seems to like her goth appearance. She knows what she wants tonight. She went out. Instead of studying in her room at her mom’s place. Where she’d be bored out of her mind. It’ll be nice to enjoy a night with a guy that seems to be intellectually sound.

He gets back placing the double portions of the food choices she mentioned while joining her. Just that alone gives him some secret points he has no idea about. They have a blast talking. Actually, chit chatting about science and math related situations that would bore the likes of most other people. Those that can’t fathom how awesome existence is with the mix of these two subjects. Pushing creations to make human lives better.

It leads to them to pulling out their identification’s cards. Both checking the emblem on each other’s license.

“Francisco Baracus Ramon.”

“Yep, a mouthful.” He pops a broken piece of an onion ring into his mouth before looking at her name, “Felicity Meghanne Kloak.” He has no idea that the ID is fake. That isn’t her real name or age. Her mother gave her a fake id as a parting gift as she left to M.I.T. “Oh shit, you’re just eighteen. I’ve been serving a minor alcohol.” She doesn’t correct him further to say that she’s actually sixteen. “I turned twenty-one just like a friend of mine a few weeks back.”

“Happy belated birthday.”

“Thanks. I don’t feel any different.”

“You don’t? You’ve had a few strong drinks.” She says with laughter.

“I’m not sloshed. Hey why aren’t you a little tipsy? You’ve been drinking by myside this whole time.”

She outright laughs, “Your twenty-one. Jimmy would lose a gasket if a minor had alcohol in the open like we are.”

“Whose Jimmy?”

“The owner.”

“Oh!” Cisco says with a frown.

“Cheer up. Isn’t the point to have fun? Enjoy life? Us nerds are already so stuffy.”

“Says a literal goddess. You are so beautiful.” He sees that she about to burst out laughing at how he is becoming so corny. “Come on its not just the alcohol talking. You are just so amazing.”

That has Felicity be a lot more assertive as her hand moves up his arm showing an attraction. Somewhere during the hour and a half of being together they’ve moved to be sitting by each other. Able to talk easier as the sound check started to interfere with hearing the other.

That is until Cisco feels that he may have overdo it with the drinking and heads to the bathroom. Leaving Felicity to not see him again tonight.

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Cisco meets the gorgeous goth girl named Felicity. Instead of dancing he’s having a session with the round porcelain latrine. He’s a little out of it but his friends meet up with him. Thank goodness his friends arrive. At least the two who needed to pee. Escorting him to a VIP lounge. He’ll rest there. So much for the sweet perfect dream of a girl he met earlier.

Oliver and Clive go check out the club as the rest of the party is escorted to the VIP lounges.

It doesn’t take long until Felicity catches Oliver’s eye. She’s isn’t alone per se as she listening to some guy and her lips are strung in a line of just being polite. He makes his move as Clive tells him he doesn’t get the appeal. Oliver just shakes his head telling his friend ‘variety is the spice of life’.

The guy by the goth’s side trying to sound smooth as he drawls out, “You sure you don’t want something better? I can just call…”

Oliver hears the guy’s line and rolls his eyes. He’d let it play out if the girl was willing to take the drink but with this Goth chick saying adamantly, she is good with what she has. The guy doesn’t get the hint she doesn’t want another drink. As the man calls for the bartender. Oliver steps into the game.

“She has impeccable taste.” Oliver says contemplating the guy who is being let down nicely but is willing to make her uncomfortable. He holds the cocky signature look he is known to have as the other guy is sizing him up. Adding, “It doesn’t stop with just drinking choices.” Catching her stare. He winks.

Taking the moment to dip on his chances as the other guy becomes a third wheel. The odds rising in his favor as her body converges towards his own.

The bartender taking the other man’s order first. A certain venom seeping from his voice as he gets a drink for himself only. Concluding a dark stare towards the couple as the pensive man conflicts with himself if he should just walk away.

“And for the lady?”

Felicity noticed a recognition between the man behind the counter and what she supposes is her knight in shining armor or in her case fitted suit jacket. She’s kept from gawking at the newest intruder. Her eyes falling back onto her drink. Being put on the spot she just tells the bartender to give him his usual. She doesn’t know if they know each other. It doesn’t really matter because the other guy leaves. It’s a huge weight off her back. He was just to persistent for her tastes.

As the bartender hands off the new stranger’s drink. Felicity gets a nickname she presumes as the man dubbed Ollie says ‘thank you’ shelling out a handsome bill for a simple drink.

Oliver doesn’t move to take a seat. Keeping his focus now on his own drink as he sips slowly and placing the drink not far from hers. “It’s actually Oliver.”

“Thanks for the save. Oliver” She finally lets herself look at him again. He is gorgeous. Long locks that probably are way overdue to get cut. Taking him in. She rather digs that his hair accentuates his baby face. Though those blue eyes are mesmerizing. She could get lost in them. That is dangerous. It doesn’t seem to help that he notices her staring. “It’s Felicity.”

Her name falls from his lips and it brings a smile to his face. She gets to notice he has dimples. Oh boy she is in trouble.

“It’s a pretty name.”

Her hand goes for her drink. Controlling her temptation to reach out and touch his cheekbone. That’d be weird.

“Thanks. Do you know the bartender?”

“Met him yesterday. Told us about this club.”

“Us?”

“Spring break. Me and a few friends.”

“I’m on break too.”

“Really? What school?”

“M.I.T.”

“Cool, small world.” He can’t but smile. “My new school is in Boston too.”

“You’re a transfer?”

“You can say that. So, why Vegas?”

“Guilt trip.” Seeing the question form she continues, “I’m a freshman. I took a work study program plus a load of classes this summer. Money’s tight but she’s… she’s my mother.”

“She misses her baby girl. I think that is so sweet.” As she gives him a raised eyebrow. He doesn’t take it back. To him parents that care. They are the best.

“Same question? I doubt being in Vegas while under twenty-one is a big drawl.”

“It’s a pit stop. We are heading to New Orleans next.” He doesn’t mention Miami before heading back to Boston. “What gives my age away?” He waits for her to say his baby face.

“You weren’t asked for an ID. Out in the open. Even with him knowing you. You’d have been asked if you were going to consume alcohol. Just in case of narcs. I’m guessing that drink doesn’t contain alcohol.”

“Did you watch him make the drink?”

“No. But that camera over there.” She doesn’t point. “Jimmy would never allow that in his establishment. Now private rooms where there might be a few minors he’d let that slide.”

“You know the owner.”

“If you mean know as in… He dated my mom than yes I know him.”

“Past tense. Guess it ended amicable or you wouldn’t be here.”

She nods taking another sip of her drink, “He’s got a smiling sun tattoo on his butt cheek.”

“What?”

“Things you wish to never see but my momma doesn’t know how to have signals that she’s busy entertaining.”

“Ew. I couldn’t imagine catching my parents.”

“At least you know they did the deed once to get you.”

“I have a sister.”

“Okay.” She laughs, “Pardon me, twice at least.”

He likes her laughter. Among the list of other things. He’s about to say something else when a buddy of his is trying to get his attention. Felicity shifts to follow Oliver’s line of sight and she sees another good-looking guy using hand signals to converse with the tall college student she’s been getting to know. Trying not to eavesdrop she repositions back to the original posse before him.

“Need to leave?”

Oliver responds with a firm no. As his eyes trail back to hers. She can see whatever the other guy said has made him go red in the face.

“Are you alright? You’re red-faced.”

He shakes his head. Letting out a self-deprecating moan.

“What’s the deal?”

Oliver’s bites his lip as she can tell he’s radically thinking. She can pinpoint it in his eyes when a decision is made and wow those blue eyes are so distracting.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“What about your friends?”

“They can live without me for some time. I’d like to get to know you. We’re in Vegas. Let’s paint this town red.”

“Or you can let a native show you to some hidden gems.”

“Hmm. I’d like that even better.”

She slides off her chair and Oliver gulps as his eyes travel down her backside. She’s already leading them towards the exit.

“Do you need to say goodbye.”

“Nah, they’ll get the message if they don’t see me.” He walks a little quicker to get the exit door opened  for her to leave first.

“Then you’re with the death witch. Getting the ride of your life.” Felicity could make some of his friend’s words. Her goth chicness being too much for the boy. “Something in those lines if I’m correct.”

“Yet, no one tried to save me.”

“You need new friends then.”

“Definitely. That is if they didn’t also think your hot.”

“Thanks, I guess. I turned away from your conversation around once he did the age-old sign for… um… coupling.”

“He sure did.” They find themselves in the dessert heat. Oliver waiting for her instruction but adds, “Felicity?” As he gets her undivided attention, “I don’t expect anything down those lines. It would be insulting and…”

“Oliver, I wouldn’t come outside if I didn’t want to get to know you better.” She winks well sort of winks and it makes him chuckle slightly.