#rufus doodle world

[taruth3mighty]

Imagine we're up face to face with Rufus and Inari at the end game, they have to stop us. Rufus has to do his job and Inari wants to prove herself to be useful to the Shadow Clan and be a Kinobi. It's a two against one, despite the fact Rufus and Inari hate each other, they kinda have to work together at least in taking down Player. Then suddenly... Zane shows up and wields his blade at the two, ready to send out his Cacmeow. He did say he'd come to their aid when they needed him. Then Erika shows up too, saying she just finished her exams and had some time to kill. Now it's a fight between Zane and Erika against Rufus and Inari

Zane is having a clash of blades with Inari, while Zane's Awakened Cacmeow and Inari's Vixalor fight.

At the same time Erika's Mawthra and Rufus' Thornet brawl right at the foreground.

[tinotika-arts]

"I've only been up for 48 hours, come on! I have so much work and theories to work on!!"

--

Here comes the 'Alex go the sleep' squad

Or in Doctor Ford's case, 'Alex go the fuck to sleep before I knock you out with a hammer'

[justicebeetle]

i’m also playing Deponia rn, so here’s some Rufus doodles bcuz his head shape is very familiar to Me

worlds worst sillyman

[lepusrufus]

HAVE I STARTED A MINI-TREND OF RED CRYPTID BUNNY FANART??

All as planned.

Definitely.

Ya lil' rascal. Now the red bunny shall take over the world! (Seriously tho all of you who drew Rufus made me awww like an idiot for 5 mins straight)

Feelin kinda obliged to share the doodle i did of her the other day

[sahbibabe]

The Fiction of Love

The Fiction of Love

Soulmate AU: Where whatever your soulmate writes on their skin appears on yours.

Genesis Rhapsodos/Fem! Reader

In which you finally meet the source of the daily recitations of Loveless on your arm: Genesis Rhapsodos.

IT STARTED LIKE everyone else's soulmate experience─the writing appeared one day, out of the blue, on the skin of your forearm like a tattoo. They were always quick to fade, the magical ink devoured by your body's immune system, but they lingered long enough for you to notice them.

And, weirdly enough, the first words your soulmate wrote to you were the words of a poem. Whoever they were, they wrote in an amazingly talented hand, the calligraphy putting your awful, cramped words to absolute shame.

'Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,' they wrote on your arm that morning,'we seek it thus, and take to the skies.'

From then on, every day since then, you would be sure to find phrases of that poem written somewhere on your body. On your arms, forearms, hands, knees, legs, but the most common was always the inside of your wrist, written there as if it was some secret, some thrilling note that you could look at when no one was around.

You hated it.

Unlike the rest of the women in your office building, you despised that poem─and the play─with every fiber of your being. It was one thing to hear it every day at work, brought on by the cooing assistants who fawned over the main male leads of the play and lusted for their numbers. But to be hounded by it even as you relaxed at home, unable to forget those damned words because they appeared on your skin almost every hour on the dot?

It was ridiculous.

Your spite had extended to your replies to your soulmate, so much so that you never replied at all once your hatred took hold of you. It had been nearly two months since you had stopped, six months since they had started to begin with, and yet your soulmate soldiered on, leaving the little phrases for you to find─in obvious spots, none of them ever inappropriate─and going on with whatever they did for a living.

It had to have been something time and attention consuming, because the one time you wrote back, drunk during mid-day, you didn't get a reply until well after twelve in the morning. You had just wrote, pretty awfully,'Why Loveless?' and passed out on the couch, dead to the world.

You woke up right in the middle of the reply appearing on your skin as they wrote it, the curls of their handwriting fascinating as every whorl and slash bloomed upon your arm like wicked black flowers.

'Why not Loveless?' They had replied.

Needless to say, the irritation had rose up as you had expected it to, and you pulled a hoodie on for the rest of the night to hide your arms from your line of sight. If you would have pulled up your sleeve just a bit then, you would have caught the extended reply that they added on to it.

'I'm just joking. Why Loveless? Because it is a truth; it is deliverance. It is a meaning.'

Unfortunately for you, the ink had been devoured long ago and replaced with another Loveless stanza, this one a little bit longer than the others they had written for you… and not at all part of the official poem.

'Even if the morrow is barren of promises

Nothing shall forestall my return

To become the dew that quenches the land

To spare the sands, the seas, the skies

I offer thee this silent sacrifice.'

It was then, staring at your arm as you stood in front of your office copier, the glow of the mako reactor shining upon your skin, that you realized this poem was much more than a means to annoy you. This was their passion, their joy, their hobby, all wrapped into one poem.

You made a decision then.

You booked the tickets, the priciest seats you could afford, rented out a modest but elegant dress for the evening, and made a reservation at a nice restaurant just across the street from the theater, even more pricey than the tickets.

'Theater #2, front steps, 8:30 P.M. Dress nice. Don't be late.'

That reply had been instantaneous.

'I wouldn't dream of it.'

The date set and your dress hanging comfortably in your closet, you began wondering what your soulmate looked like. Could you pick them out of a crowd? Or were they plain and unassuming, able to blend in easily, like camouflage?

You asked them, just to be sure.

'What do you look like?'

'Let's leave that as a mystery. I'm sure I'll be able to find you.'

Stumped, you stared at your arm with wide eyes, before scratching through your question and doodling a smiley face with the tongue sticking out of the side.

'Not if I find you first.'

'I look forward to the challenge.'

By the time the date rolled around and you were dressed and waiting by the steps of the theater, you were so nervous you could throw up. You were a little early and tried to settle your nerves with a small can of soda, but all that succeeded in doing was making the butterflies worse. You were lucky they had even agreed to the meeting in the first place; some people just never got that chance. And that didn't guarantee you would even get along, did it?

After a few minutes of failing to calm yourself down, you got on your phone and scrolled through the new ShinRa announcements, eager to take your mind off of the wrecking ball going off in your stomach. It only helped a little bit.

And then, something odd happened; like the proverbial red sea, people parted for someone walking through the crowd at a leisurely pace, except the 'red' was a man, and not a sea at all. Just from your distance, he was gorgeous, with russet red hair and mako green eyes that sparkled under the fluorescent lights.

Whoever got him as a soulmate had earned the jackpot, you thought wordlessly to yourself, watching as the crowd continued to part for him. Really, really lucky.

Then you realized, belatedly, like a sucker punch to the gut, that he was headed your way, those insanely green eyes trained on you with the focus of a predator. It was suddenly very hard to breathe, your lungs constricting at the disbelief in your mind, your phone very heavy in your hand.

There was no absolute way in hell--

"I told you I'd find you," he said with a smooth grin. His voice was like honey, rich and smooth with all of the right cadence, and sat right in your stomach like molten gold. You swore if you weren't so awe struck that you would have teetered back and fainted right then and there. "I win."

"I guess so," you replied faintly, barely a whisper. He seemed to acknowledge the effect he had on you because his eyes crinkled up just the slightest with a smirk that made you want to, quite literally, rip off that red leather jacket he wore and show him who was boss. "I'm [Name]."

"Genesis." You watched the emerald earring he had in his ear dangle and catch the lights, adding to his features spectacularly. "Are you ready to go inside?"

You had to stop yourself from sounding too eager. Your plans had went from having a nice time at a play, to dinner, and parting your separate ways and straight to watching a play, having dinner, and hopefully taking him back home with you if he was willing. "Yes, please."

Genesis smiled and tucked your hand into his elbow, like a gentleman--you could feel your face growing as hot as coals--and escorted you up the stairs, careful not to let you trip and fall. As you walked with him to the stands to give the doorman your tickets, you noticed that he didn't exactly walk with the awkwardness of a normal person. His gait was smooth, fluid, elegant and refined, as if someone had drilled him to always be light on his feet. Add that to the sword you could feel at his side and the beautiful green eyes, and you knew you had a SOLDIER for a soulmate.

"You're a SOLDIER?" You asked quietly as you entered the quiet zone of the play stage.

He chuckled lightly. "What gave it away?"

"Let's see… Other than the sword and the way you carry yourself?" You teased, stomach jolting when he moved his hand to the small of your back to urge you towards your seat. "Your eyes. I've never seen such a concentrated color before."

"Yes, the tell tale sign of mako energy," he lamented, if only to earn a laugh out of you. "But yes, I am a First Class SOLDIER."

Your head turned so quickly that you were sure your neck would have snapped. "First Class? And you're here with me, not on some elite mission?"

"Of course." He blinked, tilted his head, and furrowed his eyebrows as if he was the one who should be confused. "Why would I turn down the chance to see Loveless with a goddess such as yourself?"

Oh, you felt the heat now, curling down your spine like a snake and he the charmer. It should have been cheesy, given the situation and his love for a poem mentioning such a goddess, but for some reason, it wasn't, and it made goofy feelings rise in your chest, along with understanding.

It was more than just a poem.

He grinned when you brought your pamphlet up to fan yourself, leaning back in your chair and mumbling,"Let's just watch the play, okay?"

Genesis was, thankfully, tame during the entire thing. He was just as absorbed into it as you were, those pretty green eyes taking in the play actors with relish, and absentmindedly stroking his leather clad thumb over your knuckles as if it was natural to him.

When the play was over, the actors gave out cute silk flowers as a souvenir, thanking everyone for their attendance and citing their next performance as sometime next week.

Dinner, you came to find out, was fair game for Genesis.

Not only did he pull some strings behind your back to pay for it himself, he also switched your reserved table to the most secluded one in the entire building: the Elite floor where only people like Rufus Shinra dined and held their meetings and drank fine wine.

There were only three other tables on the floor, each one hosting a couple, and the room was dark, barely lit by glowing red lanterns as a centerpiece. Clearly it was a popular spot to be wooed.

You caught envious stares from the waitresses, a few offering you winks and a thumb's up, as you made your way up the stairs, Genesis behind you and making sure you didn't fall. You half guessed he was also in it for the view as well.

When you were seated and left to order your food, Genesis spoke up.

"So, you know what I do for a living, but you have yet to tell me anything about yourself." He propped open his menu and looked over it to you.

"Well… There isn't much to say." You shrugged and focused on trying to undo the straps of your heels with your feet, feeling your toes ache with the added height. "I'm a bit boring compared to you."

"I digress," he hummed,"but go on."

"I work in an office building for twelve hours a day," you deadpanned, much to his amusement. "It's boring."

"Allow me."

Confused, you opened your mouth to ask what he meant, but all of the breath left your lungs once again when his fingers wrapped around your ankle and unbuckled the straps to your heels with nimble fingers. He took his time, sliding his palm up your leg to take a hold of your calf as he removed the shoe from your foot.

Relieved from the pressure of your shoes, you let out a pleased sigh, but when you looked back across the table at him, those green eyes were glittering dangerously, trained on your face for a solitary second before getting to work on the other shoe.

You couldn't help the sudden heat rising in your belly. That look alone had made you tingle.

Before he could open his mouth and say something that would probably make you forego dinner plans entirely and drag him back to your house, the waitress came back, sheepish, and took your orders.

When you finished ordering--a salmon filet drizzled with soy sauce and wine--Genesis was busy studying you, watching you toy with the strap of your dress nervously.

Unfortunately, he never did make any more moves on you for the rest of dinner, but your stomach was glad for that because every time he looked at you even slightly, you would feel food get lodged in your throat.

You spoke well into the morning hours, getting tipsy enough that Genesis had to carry you all the way back to your apartment because the cabs weren't running that late. He was amused, if anything, and laughed whenever tried to come on to him, slurring sweet promises in his ear.

Every time, he would say,"Perhaps later when you're not so drunk."

"If not now, when?" You whined pathetically, leaning against your door as he picked the lock, unwilling to take the plunge down your bra to retrieve the keys.

"Soon," he said, his voice full of dark promise, enough that your alcohol addled mind could make out the desire in his voice like an arrow to the heart. "Soon."

He left you with just that promise, vanishing down the hall and into the night.

You remembered the look on his face, the tone of his voice, even when you woke up, and took maybe five seconds before you were yanking a pen out of your nightstand and writing on your arm.

'Now?"

A few seconds passed, then three minutes. And there it was, written in his elegant penmanship: your answer.

'3:40 P.M. Don't be late.'

[ru-ree-ru]

FF7 Doodle Suggestions

That suggestion box is open again~  Sometimes it feels refreshing to have some inputs from other fans xD  and it’s just one of my therapies to do an act of giving 

To anyone who’s following this blog or even just stumbling across this blog, suggestions are open and it’s not only limited to Rufus or Reeve, but still within the FF7 compilation.

Just a reminder that I don’t promise to do them all. Tho suggestions with a bit details/context might appeal to me more, maybe like “Draw Cloud getting coffee with bed hair wearing a tshirt with a chocobo picture on it” instead of just “Draw Cloud.”  

Any pairing/shipping are also welcomed. Any ‘pairs’ and ‘ships’ are valid  to me because they don’t necessarily mean romantic or sexual, and everyone should just have fun.  bcoz too much not-fun stuffs in the real world already *sighs*  

Feel free to let me know what you’d like to see from me via anon or not, doesn’t matter too if you’ve sent one before as long as it’s different thing/context. 

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100 FOLLOWERS

I just realized the blog has reached 100 followers recently (HI GUYS WHERE ARE YOU COMING FROM-)  so I’d like to use this opportunity to say thank you for following this tiny little corner of mine, have a Castiel pls~ 

[equinoxts2]

New project!

As I said in my 13th anniversary KS post, Zita zan-Ace (of my polyamorous trio BDZ) lost both her husbands in the first season of this iteration of Kulo Seeri. Due to an unfortunate ROS, she herself passed away a few rotations later. :(

In happier news: Guess who’s got a new project? I’m still wading through my Dragon’s Hoard for CC, but there is a new project coming! And since I wanted BDZ to have a happier ending but the game wouldn’t let me, I’m making it an alternate history spinoff going right back to when Zita first met the guys as an apprentice shaman.

In this timeline, instead of parting ways with Branch and Dayvid and returning to Kulo Seeri to finish her shaman training, Zita left Moonlight Falls with them and settled in another, more hidden supernatural town: Turnstone. It’s basically a haven for misfit supernaturals - the kind that are outsiders even among others of their kind. (Like, I don’t know, a squeamish vegetarian vampire. Or a rather large, slobby fairy.) In my sim world, “Turnstoner” is slang for “weirdo” in supernatural communities, but most assume it’s just a figure of speech. Branch, however, actually has family in the area and knows how to get there - so that’s where BDZ went.

The concept stage doodling is nearly finished, and once I’m done wading through my build folder I’ll start setting up. I’m having fun coming up with ways to play each supernatural against type; some ideas I have for characters (aside from BDZ and Branch’s family) include: - a freed genie who hates the outdoors, is nervous around strangers, and would actually have preferred to stay in the lamp - a plantsim/vampire couple and possibly a plantsim/zombie couple (I don’t understand romantic attraction, but I’m a sucker for star-crossed love stories) - the last descendant of the town’s werewolf founder, the outcast Grey Wolf; this (and the town name) came from a dream I had where I was saved from a collapsing building by “Lord Rufus, the Grey Wolf of Turnstone” - a notorious ghost hunter who died, returned as a ghost, and surprisingly the other ghosts wouldn’t have them around.

I’m looking forward to playing it, and I’ll still be playing/writing about Kulo Seeri too. Yay! Excited :)

[sinsofsinister]

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2019. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I got tagged by @lastwiish!! This was a super fun one. I liked looking through my stuff and going ‘hey yeah actually I like this, this is good’. I’mma tag @exowarlock, @sotc, @commanderwilloh, and anyone else who wants to do it :>

“I’m giving you a good story here. Pay attention!” (gifset) - When I first saw this scene I was like ‘hell yeah hell yEAH look at my gremlin son fuckin GO’ and I literally just made the set bc I wanted to be like *will smith pose* I love him. I’m also just lowkey fond of every K Project set I do bc the show is so naturally fucked with it’s default gradient that tweaking the colours sometimes makes me wanna yeet my PC out a window.

“Am I cursed to lose everyone that matters!?” (gifset) - I made this set back before the recent filesize increase so getting all these down to under 3MB without making them look like absolute trash garbage was a fucking mission and a half. I love the first gif. Rufus Caligula is such a cool enemy design fr.

Mitsu (drawing) - I recently decided to pick up art a bit more seriously so I thought it’d be fun to try and draw my FFXIV characters to practice. I thought my Au Ra would be easy aside from the horns, which don’t look like any of the in game ones. I was horribly wrong. Scales are torture when you aren’t actually Good yet. Still, I think it’s cute.

ACNH Island Rep (drawing) - This is actually a redraw of the same thing I made like two weeks ago when I finally decided to draw more, which I only ended up doing bc I hated the hair in the first version lmao. This was the one where I discovered how to do those coloured lines by complete accident and it’s vastly improved my own opinion on my doodles.

Friends to Enemies Speedrun (video) - I hadn’t sat down and properly edited anything in a long time and I learned some new things while making this, so I’m really fond of it. Not as much to say here compared to the others, haha. I just really like making these.

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[qqueenofhades]

If you have a few moments, and are so inclined, would you consider spearheading a discussion, as brief or as verbose as you wish, about the Legendary Garbage Dates? Like, when, what made it a GD, and HOW MUCH of a awkward horrible trash king dumpster fire was Flynn,-aka Charms McGee-during each??? Only YOU can write this in the way it needs to be written.

hoooo okay okay okayyyyyyy

the garbage dates!!!! aka 1x11 was possibly the first Official of the garbage dates, but garcia flynn had been horribly failing to court the woman he has a crush on for so, so many episodes beforehand. so many. let us briefly recap and rate garcia flynn’s romantic efforts extended fart noises.

1x01: wants to talk to lucy in the warehouse by himself. sends a goon to grab her and announce, “flynn wants to talk to you!!” this fails, because somehow this doesn’t make ladies swoon. catches her outside the burning hindenburg that he just tried to blow up. lucy shouts at him that he’s a psychopath who killed his family; he pulls out her journal and tells her that he knows her life story and that they are destined to work together/Do Great Things. then grabs her around the neck and points a gun at wyatt when he arrives, fucks things up horribly, and runs off like a little bitch. 0/10. 

1x02: “we have to stop meeting like this, lucy!!!” on their second meeting, when you know his trash ass loves it, right after shooting at the team/wyatt. lucy is so god damn annoyed with him she just yells, he loves it, but is offended she hasn’t jumped aboard the destroy rittenhouse train yet. later, busts into the box at ford’s theatre, sees her, brain glitches, then shoots her favorite president in front of her eyes, grabs her, throws her on a couch, fucks things up horribly, and runs off like a little bitch. negative eleventy billion/10. i can’t even look at him.

1x03: doesn’t actually get to talk to lucy in this episode. steals a nuclear bomb instead. 0/10.

1x04: strolls up to lucy like a suave motherfucker in his pinstriped suit, stares at her with a “don’t you find me irresistible???” lowered-eyes, puckered-lips gaze while she shouts at him about wernher von braun. gets her caught by nazis, clearly regrets this, fucks things up horribly, and runs off like a little bitch. 0/10.

1x05: doesn’t actually get to talk to lucy again. does not prevent him from, once more, fucking things up horribly and running off like a little bitch, desperately hoping she’ll save his ass. 0/10.

1x06: kidnaps lucy and co, ties wyatt to a chair, threatens to kill him and monologues at him thinking they will be friends, “you still haven’t told them about us, lucy???” trying to sound like they’ve been having some passionate affair through history. delighted and proud when she sets him up with rittenhouse. fails at everything else. 0/10.

1x07: fucks things up horribly and runs off like a little bitch, but offscreen. 0/10.

1x08: doesn’t see lucy, but saves his brother and sees his momma and i will award him exactly one point for it. 1/10. don’t get used to it, flynn.

1x09: clearly just watched everything she and wyatt did so he could copy it when they go on their own undercover date in the 1930s in 2x06. odds of him pulling this off are very low. 0/10.

1x10: OH SWEET LORD. FLIRTS AWKWARDLY WITH LUCY. STARES AT HER ADORINGLY. THEY CHECK EACH OTHER OUT. THERE ARE MOMENTS. SHE EVEN HELPS HIM GET TO RITTENHOUSE AND HE FIGHTS WITH WYATT TO SAVE HER. THEN… NEARLY KILLS JOHN RITTENHOUSE, KIDNAPS HER, DRAGS HER OFF TO THE TIME MACHINE, RUNS OFF ETC ETC, BUT WITH HER. GOD. GARCIA. GARCIA WHY. 2/10.

1x11: the e p i t o m e  of the garbage date. he steals her a dress. in his favorite color. calls her “honey” pretending to be arguing with his wife. takes her for a drink at a table with a fucking little candle and tries to make her actually think he would ever kill her. sends her friends to the murder castle. lets her volunteer for HARRY GODDAMN HOUDINI MASTER OF ESCAPES while gazing at her with red construction paper heart eyes. is somehow surprised when this backfires. negative 100/10.

1x12: doesn’t see lucy, regrets all life choices. 0/10.

1x13: “lucy if wyatt saves his wife i’m single???” 0/10.

1x14: oh. my. god. sees lucy for the first time since the escape in 1x11. promptly orders karl to unhand the wife and gives her aren’t i sultry but obnoxious looks while she orders him not to kill charles lindbergh. only pretends to comply because he is the actual, breathing worst. looks really good in a bomber jacket, though. 1/10.

1x15: GETS RUFUS SHOT??? LIKE. THERE ARE NOT SUFFICIENT NUMBERS IN EXISTENCE TO RATE YOUR FAILURE IN THIS EPISODE. GO SIT IN THE CORNER. GO SIT IN THE CORNER GARCIA. EVEN YOU WITH ROLLED UP SLEEVES AND A SHOULDER HOLSTER BEATING UP A RITTENHOUSE GUY WILL NOT ATONE YOU. NEGATIVE ONE TRILLION/10.

1x16: is a lonely sad disaster hobo in a suit, plays with explosives, cries when lucy preston says one (1) nice thing to him, realizes that oh hey this journal thing was kind of a miracle, imagines her naked, flirts, then gets arrested. bellows at lucy that he will never forgive her. sure, garcia. sure. 1/10.

2x01: “i’ll only talk to lucy.” just. just. no effort. no effort whatsoever was made. 0/10.

2x02: has managed inventive way to talk to crush, gives intel but warns that the next one will cost her. nobody believes him. 0/10.

2x03: lucy tells him they need him and promises to get him out of jail. draws bad pictionary clue 2 seconds later; enjoys most extra day of his recent life during the jail break of his dreams, strolls into the bunker looking like sin and immediately causes sexual crises. enjoys it greatly. 2/10.

2x04: “what my wife failed to mention” and literally everything else. doodling “mr. lucy preston” in his notebooks. will fuck up the world if she tells him to. so in love he can’t see straight. yet again, no effort whatsoever was made, but he did save the wife and manage to be genuinely sweet to her. 3/10.

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[taruth3mighty]

Have we considered how lucky Player is not to encounter Key Guardians that want to maul them alive. Rufus, the old and responsible one, is sent out to nearly get mauled alive instead of the teenager. Like Rufus says he nearly died while getting the forest key. The bandit leader was so insane that you could consider the fucker to have rabies. Keep in mind, Rufus was apparently "viciously attacked". If Rufus barely made it out of there alive. Imagine Player being in that position. I mean if a guy just growled at me and likely tried to attack me directly, like not even in a Doodle Battle. Yeah no that'd be fucking terrifying shit. Human rabies.

[sadistic-second]

💌 Make it good like the poem you gave me.

Reno had been confined to his office for the entire day due to the fact that the whole vending machine riot had gotten a bit out of hand. There were two Turks standing outside in an effort to protect him should things escalate again. Again. He just couldn’t help but think about the fact that he’d been assaulted a couple days ago. He could honestly say that he was surprised by the uproar. There were a few people who didn’t seem to might though so that was at least nice. He sighed and stared down at the paperwork on his desk. He didn’t really want to fill it out so he opened a drawer on his desk and flopped the paperwork into it.

But what was he going to do with the rest of his day?

He had a stack of blank paper on his desk and he dragged it over to himself. The first couple of pages were used for crude drawings of him beating up the mob of people who were upset. Then the next couple of pages were just random shapes, some of them colored in, others he just left blank. But this was all so boring. He decided that he would try his hand at writing something. 

He started by writing little notes to the Turks standing guard outside. They ignored him at first before one of them asked if he was bored or hungry. He said yes to both, but wasn’t sure what that meant as neither of them seemed to say anything after that. Sighing and growing frustrated with that, he went back to his desk. 

What was he supposed to do now?

Roses Are RedViolets Are BlueIs There Room Under Your Desk?Let Me Blow You.

Reno could not have laughed harder at his own lewd poetry. He wrote several more like that before balling them up and throwing them away. He tried to write serious poetry, but he thought it all sucked. He’d eventually moved his trash can to the center of the room and started to throw his paper balls into it like a game. Each piece of poorly written poetry went into the bin just as easily as he had written it. But that first lewd on he had torn off the page it occupied and put it in a safe place so he wouldn’t lose it.

How he got to the subject of romance and things of that nature he wasn’t really all that sure. He the longer he started to stare at a page, he’d doodle something like a heart on it and write some kind of sappy little love letter before balling it up and tossing it away. Heh, like anyone would actually believe he was capable of having feelings of any kind like that. There was a reason a particular nickname of his was ‘Sadistic Second’. If he could be like that, why would he have any chance at finding anyone who might actually accept that part of him?

Another sigh and he balled up a ‘love letter’ addressed to no one and threw it in the trash can again. He didn’t have that many sheets left. He’d probably have to go get more from the filing cabinet. Did he even have any more in there? He might have to ask the guards outside to get him some. The door opened and one of his guards came in with a sandwich and a drink for him to enjoy. They asked about the paper and he said he was just working on some stuff and asked if they might bring him more. There was a shrug and they left again.

Assuming these were the last few sheets that he had, he just decided to let himself think about their best use. He knew his handwriting wasn’t all that great to be completely honest. So he figured that he could just write whatever he wanted and no one would actually be able to read it. The joke was on him though, he was taking this one slow and actually making it legible. 

Dear Rufus,

He hesitated as he wrote that; should he actually go through with this? It was funnier when he didn’t give them names then wrote incredibly dumb things on the papers. He had crossed it out and thrown the page away without thinking.  It’s not like the man would ever actually see it. He leaned back in his chair to eat the food that had been brought to him. He stared up at the ceiling and began to ponder. If one were to actually write a love letter to Rufus, what would it say? Would it compliment him? Would it just talk about his body? Would it talk about all the things they would have wanted to do with for him? With him? To him? Something akin to a shiver glided up and down his spine at that thought. Maybe he really shouldn’t go through with this …

But then he remembered that the likeliness of the man ever seeing this letter was pretty slim. And if Reno put it in his own desk and locked it, he’d never see it then. So with that in mind, he just wrote whatever came to mind.

Dear Rufus, 

We’ve been working together for quite a while now. You know, the bodyguard with a body to guard. I’d say that you and I are pretty close. I’m not sure how close though all things considered. There was that time I tried to seduce you then there was that time you asked me to dance. Then you took me to breakfast that next morning. Those are just three examples of recent times. I could go on and on about all the other times we’ve interacted, but I won’t. Oh! Then there are all those times you’ve told me to go to bed. I think that counts as caring. 

Or something. I suppose you’d rather just have your bodyguards alive and well as opposed to dead or dying. Which all things considered is actually pretty nice. Not to mention Not a lot of people actually care for their people the way you do. Perhaps that’s what I admire about you. I actually admire a lot of things about you though. The way you carry yourself, the way you interact with other people. As weird as it sounds, watching the reactions of the people you speak with is actually really awesome. The way their faces contort in horror is my favorite, I think.

The next several lines were crossed out as if Reno couldn’t find the right words to say. 

You’re probably the best boss in the world and I really enjoy working for you. Yeah, I know I’m pretty terrible sometimes. And I’m late a lot. And I don’t always listen. And I’m kind of trash a lot of the time, but you don’t really seem to mind that. You’ve kept me around despite everything and for that I am very grateful.

I enjoy being one of your Turks. Its fun and I get to do a lot of things that I wouldn’t normally do. Couldn’t normally do. I have a lot of fun and I really, really enjoy being your bodyguard. I would like to remain by your side for as long as you’d like to have me. 

Love Reno

He didn’t seem to notice or care that he had said love at the end when he signed his name. He looked it over and it seemed pretty okay. He rewrote it to make sure there were no mistakes and tossed all the other ones away. This new perfect copy was left no his desk out in the open where anyone could see it. He then walked over to the door and told the other Turks that he really had to use the bathroom. One of them escorted him while the other went inside to clean up his lunch mess. 

They say the letter he had written and found themselves smirking just a little bit. Even if they did like Reno, they weren’t above embarrassing him. So what did they do? Had that letter sent to Rufus personally. 

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Fanfic: Tattoo

Summary: Elena wakes up one morning and finds a strange tattoo on her arm. Soulmate AU, kinda.

Main Characters: Elena, Rufus

Ships: Elena/Rufus

Also read on: Fanfiction.net   AO3

That morning was typical. I got up at 6 a.m. like I always did, made myself a cup of coffee, and got in the shower. As I was showering, I noticed my arm had a tattoo of flower designs on it. They started at my right wrist and wove all the way up to my elbow. They looked like ink drawings, like when someone gets so bored and the only surface they have to draw on is their arm. It was a very elegant pattern, but I was confused as to how the tattoo got there. I hadn't been drinking or anything the night before. I was home all evening. And the markings didn't hurt, they were just… there.

I tried scrubbing the tattoo off my arm, but it wouldn't fade. Eventually, I decided to just ignore it and get ready for work; I would be late if I spent any more time trying to get the ink off.

I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I brushed my hair, put some pants on, and as I was pulling my white button-up shirt on, I noticed new markings appear on my arm.

Meeting with Tseng 10 a.m, discuss Elena's recent performance issues.

What?

I stared at my arm for a good five minutes, evaluating the words. Why were they there and what were they supposed to mean? It was almost as if someone were writing reminders on their arm and the note were transferring to my arm. But if that were the case, how did that person know both Tseng and myself? Why were they planning on speaking with Tseng about my performance issues. Sure, I've made a few mistakes on missions recently, but I was nervous and distracted! I've been a Turk for only a few months and I've been trying very hard to prove myself. Sure, my weaknesses are inexcusable, but I don't feel like my mistakes should cost me my job.

The only person I can think of that would have a meeting like that with Tseng is Rufus Shinra, but he doesn't seem like the type of person to write notes on his arm. Or doodle flower patterns… The whole situation just didn't add up.

I shook all my thoughts away from my head. I would solve this whole tattoo mystery later. I was running late for work.

When I got to the office, I headed straight for the break room, determined to get my hands on some more coffee. The entire commute to work was spent theorizing about the strange markings on my arm. Naturally, I came to so many conclusions that I might as well have none. Luckily for me, my Turk uniform covered up my arm, so all the doodles on my arm wouldn't look unprofessional in front of my coworkers.

I entered the break room, noticing how my three fellow Turks were all gathered there as well.

"Good morning everyone," I said in my most cheerful voice. Nothing was on my mind. Nothing at all.

Reno looked over at me, confusion on his face. "How the hell are you so chipper in the mornings?"

I shrugged and nudged him out of the way of the coffee machine. Filling up a paper cup with the drink, plus some cream, I was content.

I could feel Reno's eyes on me the entire time I was making my coffee. I chose to ignore it, seeing as how Reno always had a habit of staring at people he was trying to figure out. I had taken a sip of my coffee and set the cup down, about to ask our commander if there were any missions today, when Reno grabbed my arm and pulled the sleeve back, studying the flower designs that were still prominently there in blue ink and the word in a contrasting black. He chuckled to himself and released my arm. "Get bored on your drive here?"

I pulled my arm protectively against my chest and glared at him.

"No," I said defensively, "They just showed up this morning."

That last part I said in more of a concerned whisper.

Reno chuckled again and took a sip of his coffee, shaking his head.

"What do you know?" I accused. He wasn't telling me something.

Reno ignored me and watched as our commander headed towards the door.

"Going somewhere, Chief?"

"I have a meeting with Rufus," Tseng said calmly, "I'll be back before too long. Make yourselfes busy in the meantime."

I checked my PHS, noticing that the time was 9:45. So that reminder on my arm was written by Rufus. His handwriting was a lot more… average than I imagined it to be. Simple printed letters, very unlike the elegant cursive I imagined he wrote in. But why were Rufus's reminders on my arm?

"You think they're going to talk about you, like it says on your arm?" Reno asked from over my shoulder. I jumped slightly, forgetting that anyone else was in the room.

I looked at Reno in a manner that I hoped said "tell me what you know, or else."

"Ok, look," Reno started, holding his hands up defensively, "I didn't wanna say anything because its probably not true, but I've heard of people who, when they meet their soulmate, whatever their soulmate writes on their skin, it shows up on the other person's skin."

"Say what now?" He sounded totally crazy!

"Look, I'm not saying its true. I've just heard rumors of it happening."

"So you're saying Rufus Shinra is my should mate? And that he draws on his arm when he gets bored?"

"Not gonna lie, I didn't know that last part. Only way to find out is to look at his arm and see if it's the same."

"What if I wrote on my skin? Would it show up on his?"

Reno shrugged, "Don't think so. I think it's a one way thing."

I sighed. I really didn't want to confront Rufus, especially not about something so… trivial? Childish? It sounded ridiculous is what it sounded like. Rufus would probably laugh at me, show me that nothing was written on his perfect skin, and fire me because of the meeting he had with Tseng. Nothing good could come out of this confrontation.

I waited an hour after Tseng got back from his meeting to walk myself up to Rufus's office. The elevator ride seemed to take forever, even though it was only about ten floors.

I stopped by the secretary's office and asked her to let Rufus know I was there. I wouldn't tell her the reasoning, but she didn't question it. She recognized me as a Turk and knew not to ask too many questions, a fact I greatly appreciated.

As soon as she told me I could go up, I walked with purpose up the stairs and to the metal, air-locked doors that would lead to Rufus's office. They opened the second I reached them.

As I strode into the office, I was taken aback. I had never actually been there. It was plain elegant. Black and white metals for the desk and a bar in on corner. It must have taken a lot of work to change the office from President Shinra's gaudy style to this.

I heard Rufus clear his throat and I realized I had been standing in the middle of the room, looking around, transfixed in my own little world. I stepped forward and, per Rufus's request, I sat down in one of the black leather chairs in front of his desk.

"What brings you here, Elena?"

I was utterly stumped at the question. How did I explain the weird tattoos on my arm? I stared at him for a moment, probably looking like a deer in headlights.

"Well?"

I shook my head a regained my compostre. "W-well…" I managed to stammer out. This was going to be a lot more difficult that I thought it would be.

"Ok, well, you see, I was talking with Reno and he said that I should talk with you because a really weird thing happened to me this morning. I was in the shower—"

"Elena, I really don't need to know much about your personal life. I'm believe any advice from Reno should be wisely ignored."

"No, you don't get it, look at this!" Without hesitation, I pulled up the sleeve of my jacket and showed Rufus the markings on my arm. Rufus furrowed his brow and studied my arm, obviously perplexed.

"Elena, I don't—"

I interrupted him, "Look, I know this is stuff you've been writing on your arm because Tseng said he had a meeting with you and it was at the exact time that this note says that a meeting with Tseng was going to take place and Reno said it was some kind of weird soulmate thing and I don't know if I completely believe that but I can't ignore the markings on my arm, like they're there, and I just—"

"Elena," Rufus looked at me with a look that clearly said I needed to stop talking. "I admit that this is very strange, but I highly doubt this connects us in any…" he was choosing his words carefully, "romantic way."

"Maybe not, but I just thought it was something I should point out."

Rufus looked thoughtful, studying the drawings on my arm. When he finally looked at me, he smirked. "Well, I appreciate that."

"Yeah…" The conversation got awkward because I had nothing else to say, so I did what I always do in awkward situations: I said the first thing that came to mind, "Why were you and Tseng talking about me?"

I could have phrased that more elegantly, but Rufus just chuckled. "I promise, it wasn't as bad as the reminder on my arm makes it sound."

I nod. That's an acceptable answer I guess. I have a feeling I won't get a more detailed answer from him.

And again, the conversation grows awkward and I blurt out the next thing on my mind: "Why do you draw flowers on your arm?"

I can see a tinge of pink on Rufus's cheeks. I'm sure that was something he thought no one would ever find out about. Now he was the one who looked like a deer in headlights. One point to Elena for catching President Rufus Shinra off-guard.

Rufus cleared his throat and regained his composure, "I just always find myself drawing them. I like the simplicity of the patterns."

"They're really pretty." I say, still not thinking about what's coming out of my mouth.

I can tell Rufus doesn't know what to say. I give myself another point for that.

"Let's just keep this between us, shall we?" He finally says, still obviously a little embarrassed. I nod in agreement, despite the fact that Reno already knows.

I got home that night, much later than I had intended. I decided to stay late at work to get some extra papers filed and I was ready to pass out the second I walked through my door.

I noticed as I was changing my shirt that the ink on my arm had faded considerably. Rufus must have washed it off earlier.

After eating a quick dinner and watching a few epicodes of a TV show I liked, I headed to my bedroom and climbed under the covers on my bed. I looked at my arm again, still baffled by how strange that whole situation was. I noticed that a fresh set of words were written on my wrist:

Goodnight, Elena.

I smiled to myself and turned off the light on my nightstand. I know Rufus said there was no connection between us because of this, but maybe he was wrong about that. Maybe he could end up being my soulmate.

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4-10-2018. #makfandrawchallenge4 (Disney month) tonight the subject is Kim Possible, hope you enjoy. Kim Possible looks like an average high-school cheerleader, but in her spare time, she saves the world from supervillains. Her buddy, Ron Stoppable, his pet Rufus, and a resourceful webmaster named Wade collabotrate on secret missions and can do anything. When she's not defeating the bad guys, Kim still has to cope with typical pressures of school, family and social life. Theme song: Call Me, Beep Me #art #artwork #artist #artistforhire #artistofInstagram #animated #cartoon #concept #custom #draw #drawing #DrawEveryday #ink #drawingaday #doodle #design #illustration #pencil #sketch #sketchcard #Disney #KimPossible

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Aloha Ke Akua (love god): Pisces Playlist

Hallelujah (Shrek Soundtrack) – Rufus Wainwright: "I know this room, I've walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew you”

Aloha ke Akua – Medicine for the People: “And the day that I don’t wake up. And transcend the holy make-up. I am capable, I am powerful”

I Will Follow You Into the Dark – Death cab for Cutie: “If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks. Then I'll follow you into the dark”

Dangerous Woman – Ariana Grande: “I wanna savor, save it for later The taste of flavor, 'cause I'm a taker. 'Cause I'm a giver, it's only nature”

Turn the Lights Out – Delain: “I was here. Will you dread me, will you despise me. I'll be there for the last living thing.”

One More Light – Linkin Park: “In a sky of a million stars. It flickers, flickers. Who cares when someone's time runs out? If a moment is all we are.”

Secret Door – Evanescence: “Look past the end. It's a dream, as it's always been. All life lives on if we've ever loved it.”  

Long and Lost – Florence + the Machine: “It's been so long between the words we spoke. Will you be there up on the shore, I hope. You wonder why it is that I came home. I figured out where I belong.”

Here’s to the Fall – Kamelot: “Open my eyes. Help me to see. Here's to the coming fall...”

As the World Falls Down – David Bowie: “We're choosing the path.Between the stars. I'll leave my love. Between the stars.”

Empty Walls – Ser Tankian: “Those empty walls. When we decline, from the confines of our mind.”  

Waiting for Superman – Daughtry: “She’s talking to angels, counting the stars. Making a wish on a passing car. She’s dancing with strangers, falling apart. Waiting for Superman to pick her up.”

Savior – Rise Against: “ hat's when she said I don't hate you boy I just want to save you while there's still something left to save"

Dust and Ashes – John Groban: “All of my life I spent searching the words Of poets and saints and prophets and kings. And now at the end all I know that I’ve learned. Is that all that I know is I don’t know a thing.”

Rap God – Eminem: “So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle. Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times.”

Epona – Eluvietie: “Benoulati epon ueidonti marcacon. Gutus nertomaros tuos raditIn surpritiia biuotutos. Matrona uxella. Breccata con marii roudoblatouon.” [English Translation: “Mistress of horses, leader of horsemen. Your strong voice speaks. In the beauty of life. August mother goddess. Adorned by the magnificence of roses.”]

Control – Halsey: “They send me away to find them a fortune. A chest filled with diamonds and gold. The house was awake, the shadows and monsters. The hallways, they echoed and groaned.”

The Mariner’s Revenge Song – The Decemberists: “There is one thing I must say to you. As you sail across the sea. Always, your mother will watch over you. As you avenge this wicked deed"

Postcards – James Blunt: “I hope you know that I'm sending a postcard I don't care who sees what I sent. Or if the whole world knows what's in my head.”

I’m Good – The Mowgli’s: “Trying to figure out who I am. Or who I’m supposed to be. Feel good about where I stand. So I can make the most of me.”

Humming -- Portishead: “Closer. No hesitation. Give me. All that you have. And it's been so long, that I can't explain.”

Pisces – Jinjer: “Neptune’s child shivering inside. Drowns in the liquid gold. Cherished his life to the underworld. Meet me flashing when winter cries.”

Enter Dreamscape – Phantasma: “I pray infinitely. For a different deity. Than the atrocity that haunts me in my sleep.”

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The fifth annual Ten with Ken Holiday Special continues our review of highlights from more than 500 college and university greeting videos released around the world last December. In part 3, “Festive & Fuzzy,” we turn to the cuddlier side of the season, with a look at campus mascots, puppy dogs, and classic movies. Mascots appear often in holiday videos, as we saw in parts 1 and 2, including the University of Virginia’s Cavalier, Upper Iowa University’s Pete the Peacock, Wheaton College’s Roary the Lion, James Madison University’s Duke Dog, and Cape Breton University’s Caper. Mascots played Santa as well, such as JW the Mustang in Western University’s video. At Atlanta’s Emory University, it was not the official mascot, Swoop the Eagle, but the “spirit” of campus, Dooley the Biology Lab Skeleton, who played Santa. The best-in-class “Mascot as Santa” video, though, came from the University of Alabama: Big Al, the elephant, was rushing around campus dispensing gifts, when he needs to figure out how to cheer up a disappointed little girl. Although cat videos (like my current fave, Owl Kitty) dominate the internet, when it comes to higher ed holiday videos, it’s all canines all the way! They make cameo appearances at tree-lighting ceremonies, music recitals, and even serve as a prop for presidents. An adorable golden retriever puppy warmed up the bonfire at Algoma University. Two malteses cheered up a fireside chat from Quinnipiac University president Judy Olian. At Duke University, president Vincent Price recited a poem to his golden doodle and labradoodle. Dogs are also increasingly the stars of holiday videos. Teddy and Travis toured the College of Veterinary Medicine at Ohio State University. At North Carolina’s Meredith College, president Jo Allen’s dog Bachelor has starred in holiday greetings for years – delivering ornaments and candy canes, making a fitness resolution and hitting the treadmill. Last year, he took us on an aerial tour of campus, flying his WWI prop plane. Bachelor has earned a special lifetime achievement award for his contributions so far. Landmark College president Peter Eden talked to the animals – by Facetime! And the campus therapy dogs texted each other. And speaking of therapy dogs, the theme of well-being has been increasing in holiday videos. The SAIT Student Association released several videos last year emphasizing support services. The Thompson Rivers University student life office produced a tongue-in-cheek video about winter wellness. And of course, plenty of videos focus on homesickness and loneliness. Lonely mascots often find a happy ending. At the University of California Merced, Rufus the Bobcat felt neglected by busy students until he launched a campus feel-good initiative. At the University of Guelph, Gryph snuggled up to watch holiday videos with president Franco Vaccarino. At Scotland’s University of Stirling, the mascot Squirrel was deeply depressed until he was brought into a warm circle of friends to celebrate the holidays. “Be the Difference” was the best-in-class video of this type last year. Often, lonely mascots parody classic Christmas movies like “Home Alone,” eating tons of ice cream and getting into trouble. Last year it was Penn State’s Nittany Lion, and the University of Alberta’s GUBA the golden bear. But we also saw the president of Regis University, Father John Fitzgibbons, recreating holiday classics like “Home Alone,” “Elf,” “Christmas Vacation” and even “Love Actually.” With even higher production standards, the John Chambers School of Business & Economics at West Virginia U produced a wonderful best-in-class collection of movie parodies. It was matched only by another outstanding parody of “Christmas Vacation” from the University of Tennessee – Martin, in which Chancellor Keith Carver performs superbly. Of course, the other popular holiday movie parody was “The Grinch,” from UK’s Newcastle & Stafford Colleges Group to Bellarmine University. This episode contains clips from more than 500 higher ed holiday videos that Ken collected last year. You can find our full collection of 2018 videos on Youtube at https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLodJ8ParJmYXZ7unDyH9cDK-lwTwGul7B And we’ve started collecting 2019 higher ed holiday videos at https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLodJ8ParJmYXaztYot1vitgTZ5AHfAfJk If you want to add one, please use this special link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLodJ8ParJmYXaztYot1vitgTZ5AHfAfJk&jct=Tm_lbyblL2ee4fhdD9En0aFVEu-NVg After 3 parts and 40 minutes, we may have done what we can for this month. Ten with Ken will be back in January with more serious topics, from virtual reality in pedagogy, to student mental health and therapy dogs. To be sure you don’t miss a thing, be sure to subscribe at https://ift.tt/2ggwffw