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well-its-not-human-anymore · 4 years ago

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Hi! Could I get HC from the guys? 👀 How they would always react to catching the reader seeing them "badly", in addition to the fact that he usually avoids them, but with his brothers it is incredible and they feel bad because they think they do not like him. But she actually likes them and she looks at them like that because she "studies" them to draw them and she is too clumsy and shy to talk to them, that's why she ends up avoiding them. Until finally he catches her drawing them with lots of hearts or maybe they'll find her notebook with lots of portraits of them.

It's kind of funny because when I study people to draw them, they think that I look at them with hatred xd maybe I should increase my glasses prescription

God, glasses are such a pain in the ass but I have to wear them. If I don't anyone within my near vicinity doesn't have a face. But why they gotta get dirty so easily???? Makes me wanna explode or something

TMNT Headcanons

The boys w/ a quiet reader who is fine with his brothers but acts cold around him and stares a lot

Michaelangelo

mikey couldn't describe his disappointment upon realizing that you didn't want to be friends with him

well, you never actually said that to him

but he was pretty sure it was the case

you'd never made an effort to be friends with him

stared at him an awful lot though, but there was always something off about your gaze when you looked at him

like you were sizing him up, scrutinizing him, like he was an opponent

it kinda worried him

to add to that, you didn't even attempt to look embarrassed when he caught you staring

you'd just stare harder

on your end it was quite the opposite

you always found the brothers fascinating and you LOVED studying their anatomy, you'd confessed this to Donnie early on and he happily indulged in your questions

and you loved how easily you got along with the boys

well, except for Mikey

but it wasn't for a lack of trying

whenever the orange sporting turtle came around your normally flamboyant personality crept back into its little corner and hid

any words of excitement that had previously been with you died in your throat

for the longest time you didn't understand it

and you hated not understanding things, so you turned to your only outlet

that's how you ended up with an entire sketchbook full of the youngest brother in vastly different styles and poses

you had a separate book for the others, none of them as detailed as this

and when you stared to analyze you'd fallen into a habit of not looking away when caught

by your logic, if you stared back hard enough he'd look away first or just assume you'd zoned out

he didn't

and on one hectic day you'd left your sketchbook open on the kitchen table in your rush to get to work

you hadn't even noticed the slip up until Leo texted you to let you know during your shift

instant panic

in truth, Mikey was the one who discovered the book upon waking up from his nap and he'd spent the next three hours analyzing every drawing

when you finally dropped in after work to grab your book the turtle was waiting for you with it in hand

he'd asked you if you hated him

you told him no and accepted your sketchbook from him

he was relieved and screaming excitedly, just in his head

"Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime?"

You sighed in relief and nodded

"If you're cool with it- you don't think I'm weird do you?"

"I mean- you are talking to a turtle..."

you lightly shoved his chest and smiled, although it faded within a second

"Oh hush, 10 o'clock tomorrow? I'll bring snacks."

he was so stunned he could only shoot you finger guns in approval

Donatello

Donnie genuinely couldn't understand your unease around him

he'd followed all the proper expectations of holding a conversation

he was polite and engaging

so why wouldn't you talk to him?

this boy has read so many social blogs to try and figure out what he was doing wrong and he just couldn't put his finger on it

you were fine with the rest of his brothers, you'd stay up for hours laughing and gaming with them

you'd even sat still long enough to listen to Leo explain some old Japanese myth that he'd read about in a book

but with him it was always a quick, cordial greetings and farewells with bland small talk in between

Donnie had picked up pretty quickly that you weren't interested in any sort of interaction with him

and he convinced himself that that was okay

but that didn't explain the staring

he'd caught you in the act several times, eyes narrowed and locked on him

especially when you were alone with him in a room or just in the lair

the poor turtle just couldn't put his finger on it

then he caught you drawing, he noticed early on that you always carried a small sketchbook on your person but he didn't think much of it

and it wasn't so much that he caught you drawing, in fact, he wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't snapped at him while he was trying to do a sudoku puzzle

"Damn it Donnie! Stop moving! If I fuck this arm up one more time I'm gonna decompose!"

he'd quickly moved back into the position he was in prior

"sorry?"

but you'd gone silent again, occasionally glancing up from your work and running your eyes along his frame before looking down again

nearly twenty minutes later Donnie had finished the puzzle and it seemed as though you had finished your drawing

"Uh- can I ask what are you-"

"I'm drawing you but you kept moving your arm and making me mess up. You always do that when I draw you so every damn picture I have of you stays a sketch because you always come out looking like a fucking octopus."

He just stared

"Sorry, I uh- I didn't mean to explode on you like that. I'm just- I'm really bad at talking to you okay? It's so easy with everyone else but you've just gotta be so damn smart all the time and I worry that you'll think I'm boring so I just... don't talk to you?"

Donnie is stunned™

You refuse to show him the drawing until you can complete the line art and color it

But at least he knows that you don't hate him

Leonardo

To be completely honest Leo didn't mind that you were distant from him

You created an aura of calm when you were around and you always managed to distract his brothers while you were present

And he enjoyed the alone time

But after a few months that calm acceptance turned into jealousy

Not that he would ever admit it

He would just push it off and ignore it, that usually seemed to work

So why wasn't it?

And your obvious staring problem didn't help at all

Leo didn't spend much time considering his appearance but something about your gaze made him self conscious

And he hated that with a passion

Why was it that you could hold entire debates with his siblings? Even his dad for gods sake. You'd have hour long conversations on almost everything but whenever he tried to say hello you'd make up some lame ass excuse and scamper away

He just wanted an explanation

It appeared that the answer resided in your sketchbook

You'd left it open on the couch when Raph had called you away to spar with him

Leo very delicately flipped through the pages, careful not to disturb some of the polaroid pictures of his brothers

He was admittedly surprised to find pictures of himself among the pages

One of him in a handstand, another of him meditating, there was even one of him mid sneeze that you'd recreated with pencil and paper

The image of his eyes was the most startling, but the book held no polaroid of his eyes

You drew them from memory

And he was shocked when you returned to the room and didn't immediately panic

But that might have been because he didn't try to withhold your book from you

"It took me three months to color them, your eyes. I could never get the shade of blue just right."

"I'm gonna be honest with you y/n, I really thought you didn't like me."

You had the nerve to roll your eyes and follow it with a laugh

"I don't. I mean- I do but no, you just remind me a lot of myself and I haven't exactly figured out why yet. I thought that maybe if I drew you it'd be easier to figure you out..."

"Well did it help?"

You grinned

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

Raphael

If there was one thing Raph hated it was not understanding something that was right in front of him

which is ironic, as a much younger version of himself probably couldn't care less

and a part of him wishes he didn't care about it so much

he wishes that your blatant avoidance of him didn't upset him

but shit, it got under his skin better than any needle ever could

was it too much to ask for you to just tell him what he said or did wrong?

was he asking too much of you?

but on the same scale you'd never shown obvious dislike towards him, you were never rude and you sure as hell didn't talk shit about him to his brothers

you got along great with them

in fact it was getting more difficult to remember a time before you became a part of his family

he'd become so used to your presence that it no longer put him off when he found you hanging around the lair

but in another sense he was certain that you hadn't spoken more than three sentences to him in your time knowing him or his family

so what was the reason

several months in he finally caught onto the staring, your narrow, glassy gaze locked onto his body and refusing to look away

he stared right back at you

this annoyed you for several reasons

because within five seconds your very peaceful drawing session had turned into a staring contest and your eyes were getting VERY dry

then you exhaled in a half-sigh and looked back down at your paper

"Huh, I guess your head is more of an oblong shape..."

he took offense to this

"What tha' hell is that supposed t'mean?"

now your eyes held more of an amused silent judgement, you begrudgingly held up your sketchbook

"I'm drawing you, you fucking walnut."

"Oh..."

now you rolled you eyes and tossed the book to him, he nearly dropped it and fumbled with the pages

your annoyance was quickly growing

"Careful with that."

He flipped through the pages at a snails pace, assumingly because he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing

you had some real talent

when he looked back up at you he was wearing that crooked smile

"and here I was thinkin' that my eyes were just green."

Hope I was able to get this down pretty well! I really enjoyed writing this one! Thanks for the patience!

-Mars 🌠

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x reader #writing blog #writing requests #askbox #ask response #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo

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beanenigma · 5 years ago

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Tips for people who like to write by hand

So you’re an old timey writer who enjoys the feeling of paper as you breathe life into a story? Or, like me, you can’t use your phone at school and just wants to get some writing done while math class bores the others?

Well, me too and I’ve come to your aid! I’ve done some pretty stupid things that costed me hours and hours of searching for lost scenes and struggling to find ideas I knew I’d written down so you don’t have to!

Find the right notebook for you

By experience, notebooks take a long time to be filled. In good nanowrimo times, I take from 6 to 8 months to finish one. So you’ll be stuck with this guy for a long time. Make sure to pick one that you like and is right for your needs. I, for example, prefer spiral notebooks. You can rip out pages if you need to (if you mess it up, if someone asks you for one, if you just need a page to write down a grocery list or something, etc) and you can put a pen on the spiral. I also like having a pocket to put pieces of ideas I have.

Some spooky stories about having the wrong notebook:

I got stuck with a brochure old planner for two years. My mom didn’t use it in the year it was meant for, so I thought oh, it’s free real estate. As it turns out, it had really small space between the lines, so the pages would take forever to fill, it had all those day and hour numbers and the paper was really thin. It was terrible and it made writing terrible. It would have been a thousand times better if I just spent a few bucks on a regular notebook.

More recently, I started using just the kind of notebook I like, a spiral notebook with a pocket. But I bought it a couple of years ago at a fandom event I attended and the cover was a personalized Divergent cover. At the time, I thought if was pretty cool and everyone would know the reference. But now it has aged so very poorly. The cover has blood all over it and it says “Faction Before Blood”. So now I’m scared to pull it out to write at uni and people will think I’m in a gang or something.

Number your pages

I know, it sounds like a lot of work. But you can get a notebook with pages already numbered, number it yourself or do it like I do and number it every 10 pages (just because it’s easier). If you don’t feel like doing all of this repetitive work, date your writing. It’s cool to see how much you progressed, how long you have been writing this project, when you had this idea, etc. One thing doesn’t have to exclude the other, but both methods serve the same purpose.

And this purpose is to help you get an idea of how much you write (and feel good about your progress) and to help you organize yourself on all you’ve been writing. Which takes us to the next tip.

Make the first page an index

Not only it will take the pressure off the first page, it will also help you so you don’t keep losing the awesome stuff you’re writing and forgetting it exists. Everytime you start a new scene or change projects, go to the index and write down the page or the date you started this new section. Since I number every ten pages, I find the first page with a number on it and start counting forward or back to the new page. But you can do it in any way that suits you.

Make a random idea page

It doesn’t have to be the second page (it usually isn’t for me), but it’s good to have one. Sometimes, in the middle of writing, you have that great idea for something you need to change on what you’ve already got, or you got a completely new insight. It’s good to have your idea page somewhere close you can just flip to, write it down and get right back to writing. And don’t go easy on that page! Write it diagonally, vertically, draw on it, anything. It’s just there to take out those ideas so you can take a look at it another time and not mess the flow you’re in right now.

Keep your enemies close. And your pen even closer!

You know your favorite bic friend? It has a secret weapon just for you to use. That little flap of the cap? Use it to keep your pen always close. I normally put it on the spiral of my notebook. But if you have a brochure, you can put it on the cover. Sometimes it damages it a bit, but it’s a good trade for having it always ready for action. If you use moleskine, I saw that they normally have designated pen places. If they don’t, I have a tip for it just under this one!

Take your time to find which kind of pen is your weapon of choice. Personally, I think nothing beats a black ballpoint pen. I know some people like fineliners for writing, but they make the other side of the paper all gross looking and I like to keep it clean. Plus, I write really small and fineliners often bleed in my handwriting. I took my time searching for my favorite brand and I settled on Molin ballpoint pens.

I would recommend buying your favorite pens in bulk. Nothing is worse than pen hunting around when you have an urgent idea. I bought 50 pens for super cheap and I stack them EVERYWHERE. In all my bags, in my sketchbooks, in my bullet journal, in my writing notebook, in my drawers, anywhere I think it will be easy to find one when I need it ( also giving some to my friends who keep stealing my pens).

Crafting the perfect notebook

You don’t have to be a crafter to modify your notebook to better suit you! Find a ribbon anywhere in the house. Cut it to be a little longer than the book. Tape that bad boy to the inside of the back cover and everytime you stop writing, put that ribbon on the page you stopped. This helps you not to get lost in your previous writing and get right back to business when you resume.

Also, if you really like that moleskine vibe but don’t have the cash, just get a regular clothing elastic, make cut it just the size of the notebook and glue both ends to the inner part of the back cover. There you go! Now you can close it (and keep it closed).

If you like post-its, you can take half of the block (or however many sheets you cant put in there and still close the notebook comfortably) and glue it to the inside part of the cover of your notebook so it will always be conveniently available for you.

If your notebook doesn’t have a place to put your pen on and you really don’t want to mess up the cover, you take a small elastic (smaller than the pen) and tape (or preferably glue it) it to the back part of the notebook with both ends inside. There! Ready for the trip! Speaking of which...

Always carry your notebook with you

You never know when inspiration is going to strike. In class. At the bank. In a mall. Whenever you have a little time, you can write something. Or just take a look at what you’ve done and feel good about it.

Not in the mood for writing? Edit. Reread what you’ve done and start finding what you want to change once you type it in. When doing this, don’t be scared to cross out entire sentences and rewriting them on top. If it starts getting too messy, go to a blank page and rewrite the scene and you think it should have been done the first time. It seems counter-intuitive in a copy+paste kind of age, but I assure you it is worth it.

Typing your work

This is one of the biggest reasons I love writing in pen and paper. When you type, your first round of editing is done!

Don’t zone out when typing. As I said, typing is your first round of editing. It is important to keep aware of all of the things you might have done wrong when writing. Some people say writing it on paper and then typing it is a waste of time. I say it saves time and lives.

Keep it loose!

Just because you are writing in an actual physical book, it doesn’t mean you are writing a actual physical book. This is still your notebook and these are still your notes. So don’t be afraid to get messy. Write things out of order (seriously, it’s okay to not go chronological. i know it’s hard). Outline. Sketch. Tip-ex the whole thing. Get post-its on it. Take notes. Make genealogical trees. Draw maps.

If you’re feeling down or uninspired, try very basic writing exercises: write what you see, what you feel, something to try and make you laugh or something to make someone cry. It’s your place to express yourself. And once you got those creative juices flowing, happy writing :)

I hope you enjoyed my tips and please, feel free to reblog this with your own tips and tricks. I’d love to hear them! And follow me for some more writing content!

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gofancyninjaworld · 5 years ago

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A village’s worth: cast size of OPM

I was mentioning to @loopielupie that one thing ‘mad cyborg’ theories all had in common is that they all served to shrink the number of people involved. Sometimes dramatically! But I’m not here to talk conspiracy theories. Cast size is a big thing in stories, with small central casts the rule. I was thinking that it’s easier to write about a starship going across the galaxy than it is to name every member of its crew.

Why mention this? I have finally finishing logging every recurrent character from the main chapters of the manga thus far. Recurrent characters, so monsters that appeared, rampaged and died aren’t included (sorry Boros, sorry Kabuto).

So far, there are 160 recurrent characters in the OPM manga. There are some as yet unnamed characters I’ve not included.

The interesting thing is that they’re distinctive. I usually struggle to remember more than 8 - 10 people in a story, but OPM characters tend to come easily to me. Seriously, toss me numbers between 1 - 160 and I’ll reply with who they correspond to. You’ll be hard-put confusing them. Somehow ONE is wielding a crazy number of characters without them dissolving into a red-shirted mosh pit of people.

Example: nos 40, 74, and 112 are Charanko, Sludge Jellyfish, and Amahare respectively.

Dunbar’s number

160 happens to be very close to Dunbar’s number (150), a number that the anthropologist Robin Dunbar came up with as the theoretical maximum number of people that a person is actively close to at any given time (the range he posited is between 100 - 230). [1] While not a hard and fast rule, it’s round about the size of a small village, the average person’s Christmas card list, and is also around about the size that an online community or IRL club can be self-regulating.

Of course, out of 160 recurrent characters, not all of them are alive right now. 27 are very firmly dead right now. Several have no further relevance to the plot, like the SuperFight contestants (yes, a few we’ll probably see again in a different context). And some will be retired. Nevertheless, ONE is keeping in play an awful lot of people.

That’s nice, but how the heck is ONE doing it?

At this point in time, I don’t know! Correction, I mean I do have an idea, but there’s a lot more for me to understand still. Here’s what I’ve gotten so far.

1. Very strong visual and personality characteristics. Murata may be a godly artist, but ONE’s visual design is exceptional. Even when he’s just sketching out characters for Murata to adapt, that a character has a unique look comes across.

from chapter 82: just because it’s ‘only’ a sketch doesn’t mean that every character in the panels isn’t instantly recognisable.

Murata has definitely taken this lesson to heart, like when he draws some of the HA executives having come to Z-City to see this Saitama guy in person in chapter 29.

Even though none of them are as yet named, we can spot all of them in chapter 79. And they are the easiest characters to present as faceless functionaries.

most of these guys are not on my list (no names). Yet, there’s no question they’re individuals.

Additionally, characters are their own people. They each have their own voice. For example, the nameless executive with the pointless mustache we see explaining to his compatriots the reason behind promoting Saitama to B Class is to force him to show whether or not he’s a fake. If he’s the real deal, then he’d have no trouble in withstanding the rookie-crushing attack that was sure to come from Fubuki. In chapter 79, that same guy is considering what the Monster Association’s strategic aims might be.

Even when they share characteristics with others, they way they put it together is unique. And who shares what is often surprising: for example, Fubuki and Bang both have in common a stronger older sibling who thinks they know better. The way characters see their world is unique. Their understanding is different, they remember the same event differently, their responses are different. It all helps add up to believable characters.

2. The camera moves. So, other than logging who was who in the story, I was also looking at what role they were playing in any given chapter -- were they front-and-centre, playing a secondary role or just somewhere in the background? I’m still thinking about how to represent that nicely!

What I learned was that there is a central cast in OPM. But. Just because they’re the central character doesn’t mean that they get the spotlight at all times. ONE has no shame in moving the focus off them for extended periods of time -- if what we need to know is how Suiryu feels about heroes, then that’s what we’re going to know, even if it takes 50 pages (it actually evolves over 250 pages). But, when he’s done, the camera moves on. Ruthlessly.

Because he makes time for characters, and allows them to be the heroes of their own stories, it’s easy to get quite fond of characters you would normally not think twice about. As well as to miss them when the focus is whisked away from them. It’s a big world and a lot is happening, we can’t linger.

3. We remember little; we recognise much. Our human capacity to remember specific details is quite limited. However, our capacity to recognise what is familiar and make linkages is enormous. ONE appears to be using that capacity. He doesn’t try to tell us everything there is to know about any given character. I’ve written before about ONE writing characters by accumulation, that is, coming back at later time points to add a bit more to what we already know about a character [Link]. Many characters appear as background figures well before we have reason to know who they are, but at least they’re not total strangers.

In often coming back to characters, even if it’s only as a passing mention, he helps to cement who various characters are in our minds as well as remind us of who is doing what where. Mentions do double duty in that they also tell us something about the person doing the mentioning. E.g. we learn much about how much respect Darkshine has for his fellow hero when he roll calls the ones who’d have turned Garou into shish-kabob had he met them.

Wrapping up for now

So, so far what I’ve got is that he makes it easy to tell one character from another. He makes them the hero of their own stories, which he gives them time to tell. He often comes back to characters to build on them.

I’ll be back to dive into just how ONE makes a village full of characters work.

Bibliography

[1] Dunbar’s original research paper: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/004724849290081J?via%3Dihub This article is behind a paywall. However, a more layman-friendly read can be found here: http://www.lifewithalacrity.com/2004/03/the_dunbar_numb.html

#OPM #meta #long #ONE #character building #writing #not sure how he gets away with it

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talesofsonicasura · 4 years ago

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Stone and Dove

Hello folks and happy pride month! I was scanning through my Google Docs and had forgotten I written this story...or that it was perfectly suited for this particular monthly event.

My first story doing Male X Male pairing! This tale involves my first PlayStation 4 Game Knack and Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. Particularly, a Jojo OC on my @sonicasura account, Jodari Jonah so check that out when you can! No information about Knack is required! The story will explain some of it.

They say the dove is a symbol of rebirth. For when one life passes, it is reborn anew in a different form. A clean slate just like a pure white dove. Yet, sometimes, rebirth can be a chance to fix something before it could be broken. And to connect two hearts of two different worlds.

Doctor's Laboratory

"I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes. But it's home to me and I walk alone. I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams. Where the city sleeps, and I'm the only one and I walk alone." A voice sang through the halls, rough, slightly rugged but rich with smoothness, balance of husk and baritone.

Walking the halls of the facility belonging to one Doctor Vargas, world renowned inventor for his research on relic fueled devices, was a strange man. He was bulky which was balanced by his frightening height of 7'4. Curly, messy black hair tied at the back with a large white bow of sorts resembling broken wings, one side with an aqua green stripe and the other a bubbly blue.

Heterochromatic eyes with the right blue and the left a verdant green but a line going down the optic starting from the eyelid to the bottom. A bisected line birthmark at the center of his face even going down his nose and lips. He wore a mismatched long coat, the right half a pure white with no sleeve revealing his ripen with muscle arm, black pocket, and featherlike ends, the left being pure black with a long sleeve, white pocket and flat end.

A gray shirt with a large V neck revealing large abs, hot rod leather pants and black boots. The biggest oddity was the nails of his right arm, they were of a stone. The ones on his left were normal as he was carrying what looked like a liquor bottle, which he was currently downing the contents merrily.

He was baffling as he walked through the humble abode like halls unaware of being on camera. The unknown man was wandering in a battle site, while the people on the other side of the glass walls were just baffled. "Um… Doctor, is he another one of your assistants?" "Who is he?" That guy wasn't in the meeting! I'm sure as hell would remember someone dressed like that! Is he literally singing Green Day while drinking vodka?!"

One of the onlookers, a large slightly portly man with a gray frohawk paired with a goatee, chocolate brown eyes and wore a white lab coat was more attentive on the stranger's hand. This man was Doctor Vargas himself, owner of this very facility. "His nails… they are pure red relics! Astounding." The man said while examining the stranger.

Mechanical clanking had the stranger look up from his bottle. Standing at the end of the hall were white and black humanoid robots with red visors for eyes but also wielding swords made out of pure plasma. Doctor Vargas quickly ran to his control console for the robots. "Oh no! I got to shut down before that young man ends up getting hurt!" Vargas exclaimed, ready to pull down the lever.

The lever controlled the battle site which would shut off both robots and obstacles meant for his greatest creation to power through, not an innocent human. Three words was the only thing that stopped him. "Don't underestimate me." Followed by the loud screech of shredding metal. His eyes widened upon the sight before him.

The robot that was ready to slice the stranger in half was laying on the ground. A large hole in its chest dripping out what looked to be alcohol from the damaged circuits. The man had the bottle of alcohol pointing at where the machine once stood, fizz foaming from the entrance of the vodka. "Wow! He...just busted a hole through the robot with a shot of alcohol!!!?"

It wasn't a lie either. Vargas had rewinded the footage on the small monitor of the control panel to the moment before his robot was shot. The stranger pointed the bottle of liquor before yellow electricity began to crackle around his hand. Next thing that happened was a small bullet of the liquor shot sparking with this same energy but it was also spinning!

The spinning orb tearing a hole through the metal circuitry by compressing it with pure rotation into the liquid itself. Sure enough, there was a little ball of metal at the center of the whole, circuits, wiring and liquor compressed into the tiny marble sized orb. "Black Hole Overdrive." Were the words that left the odd man's lips.

Black Hole Overdrive… Vargas didn't know how the young man manipulated the liquid to perform such a feat but it proved the stranger was very skilled if this was an actual technique. "A golem made out of relics?" The stranger said looking at the oddity that greeted him from down the hallway.

This oddity was a humanoid made out of pure relics. Ones acting as the main body were light tan to mimic skin color but also position to form the main body: tipless cone and flat cylinder for the head, cube relics stacked together to form arms, legs, hands and rounder ones to mimic muscles, the gold forming the gumdrop nose, large tusks, small teeth, tips of the ears, and joints from the sphere and triangular pieces located in the shoulder, knee, thigh and ankle areas. Red stone relics forming small wild hair, claws, front and back toes, even fuzz around the chin and on the arms and legs.

The main piece was the large dark gold orb at the center with an aqua blue core. From the two oval obsidian eyes and the red rectangular pieces forming the squinting eyebrows, it was clear the 5'11 golem was surprised by the stranger's appearance. "For something so strange, you are really adorable." The odd man said while giving the subject of his attention a subtle wink.

Vargas, who noticed the wink, almost burst out laughing from seeing Knack, the golem he created jaw nearly dropping to the floor. "This must be a battle site designed for you? Oh dear, looks like I ended up getting lost. Can you please escort me to the exit? I'll follow behind you without any interference." The odd raven asked politely.

Knack merely nodded to the man's request. The relic bound golem could easily protect the stranger from the Doctor's test drones. "Thank you. You're such a gentleman. My name is Jodari, Jodari Jonah. Time to move out, Red~" Knack's core immediately heated up by the raven Jodari's subtle greeting.

Jodari Jonah wasn't exactly normal was a simple thing for everyone to understand. The odd man sidestepped and easily avoided every obstacle that was designated for his golem escort. Leaping across electrified panels in a single step, walking past fast blowing vents undeterred and even dodging the attacks of various machines while drinking from his vodka bottle.

He kept his word of not interfering with Knack's progress while the golem ran the deadly gauntlet. Honestly, Knack was impressed on just how agile this human male was. The raven's presence was bizarrely soothing to him. Sunbathing on the beach or listening to the sound of nature type of soothing.

It didn't take long to go through the last obstacle and escort Jodari back to the human officials alongside the Doctor. One of the women, the chairwoman easily recognized by her well kept silver hair stepped up. "Most impressive Doctor. You call it 'Knack' is that right?" She asked.

A husky, smooth and a touch rough male voice joined in the banter. "Actually, I call myself Knack." Came from the golem, Knack sounding awfully cheeky. "So your name is Knack? Cute, suits a cheeky fellow like ya. 'Knack' for mischief, huh?" Jodari said, voice filled with merry. 'Is he really flirting with a being made of living stone?!' Being the thought of every guest in the facility. "Young man, how did you even get into this meeting?" Heterochromatic eyes bore into the woman as she flinched.

"Goblins didn't just destroy a high tech military base, miss Chairman. They flattened my village first as a mere test run." Any rebound died from Jodari's words. "My dear god. I'm so sorry." Vargas said only for the raven to wave him off. Jodari taking a swig of his liquor before pulling something out of his pocket.

"Don't apologize. You didn't do the deed, Doctor Vargas. For why I'm here is simple. I came to deliver schematics on the few weapons I stole from them bastards but I want to join the expedition." The young man said, handing the man a few pieces of paper. These pages detailed a few weapons from a blaster, mechanized spear and even a small tank.

"And how did you get these schematics?" Questioned a tan skinned man with combed brown hair, trimmed beard, brown eyes and expensive purple suit. "From their corpses, Viktor. Sketched down every single detail of the spoils once I put them in the dirt. Got a problem?" Jodari towering over the man with a heavy glare.

"You wish to join the expedition? Heh. All I see is a drunkard and as for Knack, he seems a little too delicate to me." Viktor said, walking back with nonchalance. "What are you getting at, Viktor?" Vargas questioned eyeing the billionaire industrialist with suspicion. "I brought a few security robots with me. If Knack can get by those, then he'll have a place on the expedition. Jonah can try too."

The golem in question walking up to one of the bots in question. It was cycloptic and humanoid from the built silver armor over the black exoskeleton. "Huh!" Knack barked, the robot flinching in defense from the hostility. Jodari let out a bark of laughter before downing the remaining liquor in his bottle. The raven immediately crushed the bottle with his bare hands before tossing a shard into the eye of Viktor's guard bot.

The shard spinning in velocity before drilling a hole through the green optic and back out hitting the wall behind it. Metal crashed onto the floor as the machine fell dead. Knack inspecting the damage and glass shard in awe. The golem let out a whistle in admiration. "Like that big red~? Call it the Drill Technique. A bit of rotation can turn even a fragile piece of glass into a drill capable of piercing tank armor." Jodari said, grinning at the stone ginger.

"Nice. Hope you can teach me later. Now let's take this to the garden, there's a bit more room. Would you like another escort, Jodari, so you won't get lost?" Knack asked the raven offering his hand. "You are such a gentleman! I would love an escort, Knack!" The odd raven said taking the golem's hand, but after giving him a teasing smack to the ass.

'So bold!!!' Everyone who just witnessed the scene couldn't help but think. Knack's chest orb was scorching hot after the smack. They thought the man was merely poor ass drunk after downing an entire bottle of pure Vodka but to Vargas and to some extent Knack, Jodari was as sober as if he was drinking water. No flush cheeks or slurs, the man was bold and had a thing for gingers. Male gingers because no one knew that Jodari Jonah, was a purely gay male.

The golem and odd man were alone at the moment. Their trial would be held through the maze-like garden, a maze that will soon be littered with machines belonging to Viktor. "Hey Jodari, are those nails of yours pure relics? My chest orb has been picking up on some for a while." Knack asked, the raven looking at said object of attention.

"Yep. I think I was born with them? I honestly don't remember anything past 5 months ago when pops found me, naked and no name." Jodari responded nonchalantly. "You have amnesia? I'm sorry for bringing that up." The relic golem was flustered from being carelessly rude. The raven merely waved it off.

"Oh don't frown, Red~! You didn't know, plus my amnesia never really bothered me. Why focus on the past when you have a future in front of ya? Pops did tell a nice 'wive's tale' once. He said that the nails of your right hand matches the one of your Soulmate. If you don't know, a Soulmate is the person you meant to bond with for eternity. A 'true spiritual marriage' to be appropriate." The golem's jaw dropped immediately.

"M-m-m-arriage?! Soulmate?! NO WAY CAN I BE YOUR SOULMATE! I'M NOT EVEN HUMAN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Knack would continue if Jodari didn't put a finger to the golem's mouth, lips if you count the gold area around the opening of the two stone pieces that make up his head.

"Species doesn't matter to me. I wouldn't even care if my significant other was a goblin. Plus, even if you aren't my soulmate, you are a sweet gentleman and whoever gets ya is very lucky. Handsome face, your ears are cute, the nose makes ya adorable, and the teeth and claws just add the perfect amount of fierce to the incredible mix. Plus, I love strong gingers." Knack felt like his orb was going to explode from this sudden new emotion, felt like deep admiration but way different.

"Thank you. You look nice too. I, uh, like your eyes, they're pretty. And your bow is very nice, Jojo." It was Jodari's turn to slightly blush. "Jojo?" He asked, refusing to stutter like a schoolgirl. The raven wanted to put Knack through the hardcore school of flirting. Nicknames was step one.

"I took the first Jo of your name and put it together with the second one. Hence, Jojo, I figure you didn't want me to continue calling you Jodari since this... Soulmate thing." The redhead explained with sincerity. "How sweet~ You may call me Jojo then, Red. So Knack, before everyone else arrives, why don't we get to know each other's abilities first? Teamwork is a good key to winning battles." That the golem could easily agree on.

It wasn't much longer to reach their destination or everyone to arrive in order to spectate. The two males were starting to see why they seemed likely paired from that wive's tale. Their abilities were very similar. While Knack could channel Sunstone, Jodari had Hamon.

Hamon was a breathing technique that allowed someone to use their lungs to create an energy akin to sunlight, which was what Sunstones were, crystalized sunlight. With Hamon, he can supercharge any water like elements or good conductors like metal to unleash powerful and devastating attacks.

Knack could manipulate his parts to a large extent, shrinking by removing his parts, form a barrier around him, and even expel in a spray fashion or large clusters. Jodari had Spin, a technique that uses the state of perfect or near perfect rotation to produce energy with a lot of applications.

He could bound this energy to any object and fire them with destructive properties. It was how he could make that glass shard drill right through Viktor's robot that easily. Sphere shaped objects can produce more energy than any other one.

Jodari had one more ability but he wouldn't say anything about it. 'If we have cars thrown at us here, then I won't mind showing my ace in the hole in front of everyone.' Was the raven's response while blowing a kiss at the golem. It just made Knack really curious on what this hidden ace was but he wouldn't press on it.

The duo's goal was simple, defeat all the robots while making their way to the end. Apparently the industrialist had two different types of his guard robots which Jodari personally dubbed Goliaths. The thin human size versions which would wield rods, toss boxes or punch at them from what he glimpsed while he was lost in the lab.

He only saw one of the large models which reminded him of a walking fridge. They were very bulky from what the raven could glance, but it wouldn't make Jodari drop his guard carelessly. Apparently it was two bots from the first category that were their first opponents. One had no weapons while the other held a large black bat cops often used.

"Hey Knack, I'll take care of the stick on the machine. Will you be kind to deal with the other one?" Jodari asked before taking something out of his pocket. It was red plastic yoyo with a star on each side, the string was pure metal wire from the golem saw. "You got it." Knack said before reading himself for combat.

The rod wielding robot was the first to attack, leaping at Jodari with the intent of caving his skull in. With a flick of his wrist, Jodari launched the toy part of yoyo at the offender. The string wrapping around the rod tightly and with a gentle tug, sliced the black metal to pieces. "Hup!" And the raven delivered a spin kick to the machine, his right leg glowing a bright yellow aura.

"Shining Sunlight Overdrive!" Jodari's kick sending the robot flying back, his Hamon frying its circuits upon contact. "Raah!" Knack roared lunging forward at his respective opponent. His left arm reared back and claws open for a swipe. The bare handed Goliath went to respond for a punch, but Knack was quicker.

The golem quickly moved the relics of his body to the other side of his opponent's attack, then he brought down his claws on the machine's side. Metal tearing to shreds from red ancient stone piercing its surface, yet he wasn't done. His left arm which was cocked back into a fist upon reforming, Knack delivered a brutal punch to the same place.

The added pressure of his attack to the robot's damaged side was enough to tear it completely in half. Both halves crumpling onto the ground lifeless. "Nice job. Come on, Red~ Let's wreak some true havoc." Jodari said before rolling down his yoyo. He was performing the 'Walk the Dog' trick as they continued onward.

In all his life, Viktor had never felt so humiliated. He had gotten everything he ever wanted without a fuss. The best business dealer in robotics, from advanced airships to robots capable of eliminating any threat. Immense wealth and rich heritage from his noble lineage. But yet…

Here he was, watching his robots getting destroyed. Torn to pieces by the Doctor's pet project and a drunken man fighting with a damn yoyo! A child's plaything was smashing through thousands of dollars of advanced circuitry! However he couldn't deny that, they had his interest.

It was the man that interested him the most between the two. Jodari Jonah, he seemed capable of manipulating pure Sunstone energy without a care in the world. It was an easy feat as Sunstone energy was the same as electricity, conducting would end up in pure electrocution. However the odd man didn't seem affected. He needed more information.

"Black Hole Overdrive!" Jodari tossed a handful of water from his hand at the robot across the stream. Apparently the machines decided to use a blocked off path to chuck empty crates at the checkered pair. Despite it being cheap, it was a good tactic he had to admit. However the crunching sound of metal being compacted into a small marble was enough to explain the results.

Or the large cluster sunstone charged relics that decapitated the other opponent. The head landing in the water separating them with a nice splash. Taking a few steps back after reclaiming his parts, Knack leapt over the guards rail to the other side. "Woohoo!" As Jodari followed the golem with a large jump. The raven easily made it across the opposite rail while Knack grabbed onto the wall.

"Here you go!" Jodari said, helping Knack over the rail. "Thanks." The golem thanked, earning a smile from the young man. Following Knack since he knew the way, the duo encountered three more robots. Only one had a weapon which was another baton rod. Not so hard for the two males to destroy.

"Vibrant Drill Overdrive!" Jodari spun his yoyo into the chest with a bare fisted robot. The toy being charged with Hamon and a mixture transformed it into a spiral drill. This drill tore through the circuitry and metal plating with ease. He wasn't finished though. The yoyo ran a loop around the dead machine through the hole in its chest before effectively wrapping around. "Clutch!"

Jodari then turned at Knack. The relic golem was busy fighting the mechanical staff user but was unaware of the other robot to strike him in the back. "Crimson Revenge Overdrive!" Yelled the raven haired male before tossing the lifeless robotic shell at its former comrade. Mechanical junk began to spiral in vicious red into makeshift top, drilling into Knack's sneak attacker much to the golem's surprise.

"Be careful Red~ You're enemies won't play fair and square. Rather not have my new friend get hurt." Jodari responded softly with a small flirtatious tone. Knack merely gave him a smile and a thumbs up. Cheering could be heard from outside the garden. Apparently the Doctor's guests were enjoying watching the two gladiators wipe out their opponents in style.

Jodari wasn't just enjoying the destruction but he was enjoying the show the golem was putting. Seeing the golem bulk up with relics to increase his size was an incredible sight. He wouldn't lie that he liked guys who were bigger than him. After all, they give the best hugs and cuddles. And Jodari was just ready to give the now 9'7 golem a big ol' hug.

It wasn't long to reach the car lot. The car lot was the halfway point to the end of the garden. Knack had already trashed the robot there with a nice drop kick to the face. However, it seemed a bit too easy for the raven's liking. His suspicion was answered when two of those walking fridge Goliaths he spotted jump down in front of them.

Their hands were way too big to be a normal function, or the fact they were eyeing the cars parked here. "Son of a bitch! Guess I have no choice. Yo Knack, get behind me. I rather not accidentally hit you." Jodari warned. The golem was about to question the raven only to notice how different he seemed.

His eyes were hardened instead of the carefree brightness he saw earlier. A bright reddish violet aura burning around him. Knack didn't question Jodari's words and walked behind the man. "Everyone's got a fighting spirit. Some are weak while some are strong. However, for those whose spirit burns than the sun, it can take a physical form." The raven started.

Raising his right hand to his head and clutched it with his claws. A mad grin tearing across his face as the aura around him exploded in a large burning haze. "The Star! The 17th card of the Tarot Deck's Major Arcana. It symbolizes hope, optitism, and faith for those it blesses and despair to those who oppose it!"

"Take form, the spirit that burns brightly from my starlit soul! Roar to the heavens and show the light that survived absolute disaster! This is my true power! Behold my Stand: Star Platinum Ruin!!!" With a raise of his left hand to the sky, the world around Jodari exploded in a blast of light as a pillar of light shot skyward.

No one expected what would happen next. The violet aura around Jodari separated from bed taking an actual physical form. This aura soon took the shape as what you can describe as an ancient Aztec warrior. Skin a bright violet with a lavender inner tone across his large bulky frame decorated by golden wavy lines spanning down the chest, arms and legs.

Large mane of smoky black hair that waved constantly as if it was pure fire. Bright burning blue eye, a white loincloth but the biggest focal point was what the rest of his body and clothing were made of. They were crafted from pure relics and Sunstones. The left eye was black oval stone amongst the remaining white, ears were just like Knack's but attached to the head, two large gold tusks on the side of his plump lips, red string stone eyebrows paired with a gold circlet and a blue jewel to it but another on his forehead.

Gold and blue jewel necklace that made up part of the neck, two triangular blue jewels on the upper top of his abs, shoulder pads made of pure flat carved Sunstone with red and violet spikes jagged out of it, the center of the arms made out of block stone and gold relics, the outer sides having small wings made out of 6 purple, gold and red relic pieces before ending with yellow Sunstone knife like shards.

Right hand a full trapezoid tan relic with claws made out of red, violet and small gold pieces, left hand fingernails made out of red relics with a gold studded black fingerless glove. A kilt made out of jagged purple and red relics with pieces on the back floating separately, knees made out of tan and gold relics with an aquamarine jewel in the center, floating red back spikes, gold trapezoid shaped feet with three purple and red front claws and one back claw.

The spirit or Star Platinum was large, almost as big as Knack but a foot shorter but the golem could feel it. Immense power pouring from this entity but also some sort of connection. Almost if he was part of Knack himself. Then the entity spoke or to be precise, roared.

"OOORRRRAAAAAAA!!!!!" Star Platinum Ruin howled voice sounding like a mixture of both Knack and Jodari with a bit of static like distortion to it. Feeling threatened, both robots went to grab a car. Too bad they didn't realize how fast this new being was. One second, the left Goliath was fine, then the next it had a large hole in it with Star's arm through it. Knack pitied the second robot for what happened next.

"ORAORAORAORAORA!!" Came an onslaught of punches from the Stand. The bulky machine was form to pieces with every brutal punch, metal scraps flying everywhere until the machine dropped dead. The Goliath was reduced to nothing but few pieces of scrap metal. "Ora!" Star roared in triumph.

"Holy shit." Was all Knack could say at the sight. Jodari and his Stand looked at Knack, the raven had a smile while the hybrid had a look of curiosity on his face. "Come on, Red~ We still have halfway to go. Star Platinum Ruin will be fighting in my place for the rest. Wouldn't be fair to pull him back just for two robots, right, Star?" Jodari said looking at the spirit in question.

"Ora!" The purple goliath chirped with a nod. He seemed very pleased from the odd man's consideration. Regaining his voice from the huge surprise, the golem finally spoke. "Sure. You got it partner. I'll do my best to help out." Knack answered, earning a smile from Jodari.

Making it to the end of the garden wasn't hard with the inclusion of Star Platinum Ruin. The Stand, Knack believes is what Jodari called him, was insanely powerful. Star was fast, tearing apart Viktor's machines left and right with either his fists or claws. Not even one of Viktor's mechanical menaces could so much as touch much less hurt the violet skinned berserker.

He was kind to leave enemies for Knack to fight on his own while keeping the rest from sneak attacking him. Jodari was being his odd self… taking out a flask of alcohol (where did he even get that Knack would never know) and chugging it down while singing Camptown Races.

Finding the end of the garden didn't really take long. The key mark to it is the stone statue of a beautiful woman. A memorial crafted by the Doctor for someone he cared about the most but lost a long time ago. Knack had grown around 13 ft in size at the moment before looking at his strange human companion.

Jodari had stopped singing and drinking. The man merely looked at the statue with honest empathy before walking up to it, Star Platinum Ruin following. The raven stood in front of it before closing his eyes and placing his hands together, Star following suit. Knack knew what he was doing, Jodari was giving a silent prayer, a respect to the fallen.

It was a sincere and beautiful moment, however it became one that would soon rot. One of Viktor's robots had emerged in the garden and aimed its gun at them. It started shooting medium balls of green plasma with no hesitation. Quick to act, Knack ran over to Jodari and pulled him out of the way. A stray shot hitting the base of the statue.

Looks of horror spread on both the Doctor and Jodari, a loud cry of 'No' echoing from outside the garden. A cry came out of Jodari's throat, a phrase Knack didn't recognize. "Za Warudo Riwaindo(The World Rewind/Rewind The World)!!!" Everything around them suddenly greyed out before everything just stopped in place.

Yet, Knack, Star Platinum and Jodari were unaffected. Jodari was immediately shocked at what was going on but Star didn't seem to be. It's almost if the Stand knew...no he was doing this. Next thing other of them knew, their bodies began moving to previous positions, alongside everything else. 'We're...going back in time!!!' The golem thought in pure astonishment.

They then found themselves in their previous spots, 30 seconds before Viktor's robot appeared and attacked. Knack was stunned beyond belief but immediately shook it off hearing the familiar hum of circuitry. Without a thought, the golem spun around and delivered a Falcon Punch into the robot that would've attacked in the past.

The fist decapitating the attacker while it's head went flying to the opposite side of the garden. Jodari spun onto his feet looking up to see more of the drones, ready to drop down on them from the sky. Aiming the small flask of liquor and giving Star three metal ball droppings. "Blackhole Overdrive!!" A shot of spiralling alcohol came out of the flask like a rocket.

Star Platinum Ruin flicked one of the metal droppings with his finger, the item went airborne at the speed of a bullet despite the little movement used. The liquor shot tearing through the chest plate of one Goliath while the metal ball pulverized the head of the other. Both bodies of lifeless dropping down to the ground with a heavy thud.

Two more Goliaths, both with installed cannons came flying from the garden over to their current spot. This was the last wave of machines. "One more push, Star Platinum Ruin! Time to shine bright as the stars above! Knack!" The golem looked at the raven. "Toss me into the air!" Knack looked at Jodari for a moment before nodding.

Picking up the raven, Knack threw Jodari right at the two airborne machines. "Raise your graceful wings, my precious star!" The relic wings on the Stand's arms immediately spread forth, Sunstone energy began to channel between the pieces. What came from it was a large glowing pair of golden Phoenix Wings.

"Saki Spiral!" Channeling Spin into his flask, the raven sent it forward, Star Platinum following by tossing the two remaining metal bearings. The clear liquid created multiple spirals of Saki in two groups from the bearings that grew in the air and with a spark of Jodari's Hamon, they ignited into twin tunnels of fire. Star Platinum Ruin grabbed onto Jodari's arms as the young man shifted into a kicking position with a quickly growing rotation, the Stand sinking into his body with the wings now spread across his host's body.

"Ultimate Technique: Rising Phoenix Overdrive!!!" Jodari roared, now an angelic drill fire and burning rings, with all his might. The raven drilled through the robot in his range and tore a massive hole into it, however it wasn't what finished the machines off. The spirals of fire he created had grown in a viciously large vortex as they travelled, swallowing the remaining robots within its maw.

Using the wings of his Stand, the amnesiac raven descended down like an angel that flew out of battle in triumph, a large explosion of golden fire exploding in the sky. He stood up as the rest of his Stand dissipated before looking at Knack, with the biggest grin on his face. "That was a blast! Looks like we're in!" Knack couldn't help but laugh.

This adventure was going to be very interesting and very bizarre.

This is Knack if you haven't seen him.

#knack #jjba #happy pride 🌈#oc #jojo oc #jojo's bizarre adventure #joestar oc #jodari jonah #star platinum ruin #oc stand #male x male #sonicasura #story #crossover #lgbtlove #tales of sonicasura

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there-goes-rain · 6 years ago

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“Sticky Notes and Papercuts”

I woke up to the sound of a knock on my door.

“Who is it?” I grunted.

“Its Trophy.” The voice at the other side irritably snapped. I groaned.

“What is it!?” I questioned, getting up and stretching.

“Mail’s here.” Trophy concluded. I sigh and quickly take off my sleeping cork and opened the door.

Trophy had apparently left, leaving the delivery envelope standing by the front counter awkwardly. I speed walk to the counter and waved.

“Hi Letter, sorry for the wait…”

“Oh, it’s all right! I did come early today… Sorry to wake you!” she squeaks. She opens her satchel and digs through it.

“It’s alright. I usually get up earlier anyway.” I shrugged. She nods and hands me a few letters.

I look at the names they were addressed to when Letter puts a decent sized box onto the counter.

“Alrighty! That’s all!” She declares, she bounced out the door to deliver the rest of the mail she had.

I stared at the box.

“Who’s this for?” I wondered. I put the few envelopes I had into the small mailboxes for each room, then pick up the box to check who it was addressed to. I was surprised to find that it was extremely light. I look over it and finally find the sticker that says the address and such.

Orange Juice

Hotel OJ, 1510 Road

II Island, 14113

But there was no return address…

I go back into my room and close the door behind me. I sit down on the couch and put the box on the coffee table in front of me. I grab my box cutter and slice the tape off the top of the box.

Inside of the box was a bunch of sticky notes, notecards, lined pieces of paper, and heart-shaped cutouts made of construction paper. Upon closer inspection, I notice that they all had some sort of writing on them. I pick one up and raise it to my face to read it.

Hi OJ! You’re probably not ever going to read this because my handwriting sucks and I’m a coward so I’ll probably never send it, but I thought I’d share what I love like about you!!

So, uh, to start, You’re super nice and funny and stuff. You smell like oranges and it’s really nice. Your voice is really soothing to me… You always try to help others! You could have bought anything with a million dollars but you bought a hotel so that we all could stay together!! It’s really cool how…………

It went on. I couldn't help but smile. This was so nice… As my eyes scanned the page it got harder and harder to read. The handwriting became more scribbly and smeared. I looked down to the bottom of the page.

From!

Someone who loves you!

I couldn't read the name of who it was from due to the streaky lines. Also, it seemed to be scribbled out too,,, I put down the sheet and pick up one of the sticky notes. On it was a small sketch of what seemed to be me. It had hearts around it and was done in pen. The lined were again, scribbly, but I could tell what it was supposed to be. I put it down and pick up one of the note cards.

Hey OJ! There's something I wanna tell you!

I think you’re really cute cool! I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date hang out?

Ugh nevermind i should just throw this away-

I pick up another,

Roses are red

I can't draw a Moose

I might have a crush on

Someone named Orange Juice?

And another,

Thinking of you keeps me awake. Dreaming of you keeps me asleep. Being with you keeps me alive!

And another,

I still get butterflies even though I've seen you a hundred times.

You came into my life when everything seemed so dark, but you gave me the light and I found my way.

Every single day, I am grateful for you. I will love and cherish you forever.

My smile is true only when I'm with you.

You are like the guy of my dreams but much better, because this is real life.

I love you more than words can ever say.

You bring so much color into my world that used to be so dull and gray.

I love you so much that I would do anything to see you smile.

Wherever you are is where I want to be.

Do you even know how special you are to me? There is no one else in this world like you, you are one of a kind. And you are the only guy out there for me.

Even after all of this time that we have spent together, I find myself loving you more and more as time goes on.

You are my happy place. I am crazy about you. I get butterflies when I think about you, which is all the time. I never thought that I could be this happy and I have you to thank for making it happen. You have a way of making me smile every day. You have a way of making me smile every day. When I look at you, I get a feeling that everything will be okay, no matter what happens. <3

As I pick up the next piece of paper, I feel a sharp pain in my right index finger. I look at it and realize that I had gotten a paper cut and started bleeding. I put down the papers on the table, then peer into the box, looking to see how many notes were left. There were only a few. I picked one up and noticed that there was something written on the bottom of the box. I take the rest of the notes out and read it.

Hey OJ… I wanted to make sure you read most of the letters before I said this, so I decided to write it on the bottom of the box. Heh… I wanted to say all these things to you in person, but I didn't want to face it or say it out loud… So I sent you this box. When I saw the MailLetter come in to deliver the mail, I gave this to her to give you as if someone mailed it. Hopefully, you actually open it today… heh…. So yeah, If it’s still the day you got this box, then meet me in that garden behind the hotel. If you want, I mean, you don't have to….

-Physical Flat

I re-read the words again, then pushed the box back onto the table. I got up and stretched really quickly, then ran out of my room. I slammed the door behind me and ran behind the hotel. I opened the gate to the garden and went inside. There was no-one there?

“Hello?” I call out, “Anyone here?”

I hear some rustling from one of the hedges and someone came out of it.

It was Paper.

“Hey Oj! Uh- How was your day?” He asks. I shrug.

“Oh, you know. Normal hotel stuff. How about you though? Send any packages lately?”

“Y-yeah actually! Just sent one today. To someone, I really care about…” He responds, blushing a little bit.

“Oh cool… I got a package today… I can't really tell who it’s from, but I’ve got a hunch.”

Paper looks a little bit surprised.

“Really? Who do you think it’s from then?”

I shrug in response. He gives out a nervous chuckle.

“It doesn't happen to be from you does it?”

“Depends… Was it full of little notes?”

I nod. He blushes more.

“Then, uh- Yeah- It was from me-”

I give him a big hug.

“Thank you. You put so much time into that… For me… Thank you…”

He hugs back.

“Why wouldn't I? We made such a good duo back in season 1. I guess I wanted this duo to stay a duo…”

“I’d love that.”

#payjay #ii payjay #orangejuice #oj #oj ii #orange juice ii #ii #ii2 #inanimate insanity

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years ago

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Lady and the Tramp

I do not know why the chapters of this story suddenly got so long! I’ve just been unable to stop writing lately. Stress writing, mostly, which I hate to do because sometimes, that can send the story off track. Of course, it can also ignite some of my greatest ideas. Unfortunately, I never know until after y’all tell me what my stress writing came through with. 😭 At any rate, I definitely will cover the conversation later. I didn’t have the place in this chapter to do so. Your reviews are keeping me sane.

Lady and the Tramp

After the sophomore summer, Charlotte knew that she wasn’t going to be able to make anymore trips home. The amount of lab work that she would be doing, the conferences and a lot of the other workshops and stuff she had to do would pull most of her time and being Jasper’s #1 Fan would take the rest. He had several competitions, matches, and games. She was skipping every boxing match, because she didn’t want him doing it in the first place and had even told him that he should go back to kite disc, but without him, the school’s team dissipated and he didn’t have the time to commit to the league again.

Whenever it was Dodge-a-leen time, though, Charlotte was in the stands in brightly colored high waisted leggings with a Big Dog T-shirt, tied up in the back, and dog makeup on her face. She could do that deep voice barking that the fans often did, but she gave it a shot. With her tiny voice, it always stood out and everybody began calling her “Little Dog,” which Jasper loved, because that was his girl. She… had mixed feelings about it. She didn’t know that she cared for the nickname “Big Dog.” Henry used to call him that sometimes, but this was different. This nickname had come about from something that she still found embarrassing, though Jasper never had taken it as such. And also, she felt like Little Dog was a hop, skip and jump from being his bitch, and well… She guessed as long as nobody ever said THAT, she was fine.

Besides, he still called her Chef’s Kiss and she now called him F Sized. She didn’t explain it to other people, as it started out as a little inside joke during one of her sexy study sessions with Jasper. He couldn’t get the answers right, therefore wasn’t allowed to touch the parts. That was how it worked. A was her backside, B was her chest, C was down there, and D - he was able to take her hand and put on his down there. But, if he wasn’t getting the answers correct, there wasn’t touching. She moved or stopped his hand if it was going to the wrong spot. He was struggling with the mock test and began grumbling about how he’d “cockblocked himself with stupidity.”

While stupidity definitely was a turn off, Charlotte hadn’t viewed Jasper as stupid in a long time and she certainly hadn’t called him that ever since finding out that his stepdad did. Whenever he called himself that, she verbally redirected him. This particular study session, he said, “I have a humongous head with a stupid tiny brain in it.”

“You’re not stupid and if you were, your brain wouldn’t be smaller.”

“It is though. You know brains develop differently when kids have trauma, remember?”

“Yeah, but…” She fumbled over her words and managed to say, “I love your fun sized brain!” He loved that compliment. Fun Sized Brain was his new handle on Twitflash because of it.

“I appreciate that you said fun sized, because that is actually exactly what I think of your cute little body as!” She frowned. He smiled and explained, “Because you’re petite.”

“I got it.”

“You have a full sized heart, though!”

She smiled and shook her head, “See, I would have called yours friend sized, but I dig that full sized still fits the alliteration scheme.”

He took her hand and placed it on himself, “Mm hmm, and what is this sized?”

“Fuck sized,” she said, without a pause and they both started laughing. “By the way, the answer is D, so I’ll count that as correct.”

“I don’t remember the question…”

The only person she told the meaning of Jasper’s F Sized nickname was Henry, and she’d said, “Because his brain is fun sized, his heart is friend sized and his manhood is fu…”

“Let me stop you there, Champ,” he said, laughing and shaking his head. “I’m glad that you two fixed everything. You’re not worried that it might go off track again?”

“No, we’ve done a lot of work together to make sure that we’re actually on the same page and have the same goals for us. PLUS, I got us affirmation journals. We decorated each other’s and we keep them, filling them up with greatness as we see it - like the good things we notice about each other, the positives that we see and the accomplishments made by one another. If we have negative times, one can invoke the affirmation journal and either read in it to reaffirm ourselves OR, if we’re that much in our feelings, the one of us that hurt the other will read affirmations to the hurt party. We haven’t had to use them… much, and we’ve both written a whole lot inside of them.”

“So, you two just carry around paper books and write every good thing in it that you can think about each other, so that if you argue, you’ll have the positives on record already to counter the bad feelings?”

“Bingo!”

“That’s… brilliant. Your idea?”

“Sort of. It was my idea to make it into this type of practice, but that was motivated by how Jasper got me not to break up with him. He let me see his life goals journal and I saw these really beautiful things that he’d written about me and it changed my heart. So, I thought of this idea for us to make a part of our love culture.”

“This is so stinkin’ cute. I can’t even bear it!” Henry said with heart eyes. “Ugh. I gotta find myself a lil’ nerd girl.”

“Find a lovable jock,” she advised.

“Jasper’s considered a jock, now?”

“I mean… he’s involved in the athletics program. Let me show you something, I think you’ll appreciate this..” She dug around for a book then showed it to the video call she had open with Henry. It was a red leather bound book with various rocks attached to it, kinda like it was bedazzled, but not with sparkly rocks, and the title was scripted on in some of Charlotte’s nice scripting: Jasffirmation Journal.

Henry gasped, “You did a fun pun!” “I did!” she cheered.

“That’s a nice journal. What are all those rocks?”

“Those are various forms of jasper that I procured myself on an excavation assignment.”

“You’re freakin’ awesome, Char.”

“I definitely agree with that, but thank you!”

“I gotta see what his looks like,” Henry said and texted Jasper to ask him to send him a pic of the affirmation journal he kept for Char. Within minutes, he received it. “OH MY GOD!” Henry said. Charlotte just smiled as Henry fawned over the realistic sketch of Charlotte with stars in her hair and coils that spelled: I’m Charstruck. “He did a fun pun too!”

“We worked with you and Ray for way too long,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” he said, putting his phone aside. “Man, Jasper’s drawing is amazing. Is he taking art classes?”

“No. He’s a tattoo artist, though. Remember?”

“OH! He finished his apprenticeship. That’s cool. Will tattoos money put him through school?”

“One of his accounting major frat bros has helped him with his budget, which I used to do but hadn’t had the time to try to reorganize it, so this guy did. Jasper gets some funds from his fanbase, and he gets free stuff from local businesses and companies - like he’s got all this merch that he basically is a walking ad for and I keep telling him to see about talking to someone about sponsorship, but he’s just happy to get free stuff just for being popular and likable. I’m like, you can get paid to get free stuff for the same thing, Dude! So, he is doing just fine.”

“Does he have any tattoos? I’m not gonna get a tattoo from somebody who doesn’t have a tattoo, just on principle.”

“He’s got a few little ones,” she said.

“Really? What of?”

She smiled and sent Henry texts. She had photos of Jasper’s tats. The one on his arm, which was a blend of a lion and a bull with touching faces (because those were the animals of their zodiac signs and he’d designed the drawing), a Captain Man symbol on his left wrist, small enough to cover with a watch, if he had to for work or something, and the back shoulder that had Lady and the Tramp characters. “Dude… what?” Henry said, “Two of these are kind of big and why in the world did he get Lady and the Tramp tattooed on his body? Does Jasper realize that these are permanent?” “Yes, he does. He’s not an idiot. He got Lady and the Tramp because of the whole Big Dog, Little Dog thing. Lady and the Tramp is us.” She blushed.

“Awwww, well then it’s cute. I thought that he just liked the cartoon or something.” It’s shocking that he doesn’t have your name or something on him.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Does he and you just didn’t show me?”

“No. But… he’s mentioned wanting to get a tattoo of me over his heart. I don’t know how he can. His chest is an erogenous zone for him.”

“His… OK! That makes all those hickies on his chest make more sense now!”

“Those what?” Her eyes were wide. How the heck did Henry know that she’d put hickies on Jasper’s chest? They DID discuss their sex life!

“I saw hickies all over him one time, senior week and he wouldn’t say anything about it to me. And scratches on his back. Is his back an erogenous zone too?”

“No. I just used to have a real problem keeping control of myself when I was finishing. But, he actually likes that kind of stuff, so win-win, I guess. Why are we so casually discussing this?” she wondered.

“We’re friends and it’s normal.” She nodded. She hadn’t really thought to discuss stuff like this before outside of Jasper, but it came out surprisingly smoothly when talking to Henry. She was able to talk a little more about things with him. But, they wouldn’t be able to see each other in person for a while. Their schedules were simply too demanding. She hated it, but it was one of the things that she’d mentally prepared for whenever she first left home.

Women make up 56% of the college population. 25% of college seniors are virgins. 32.5% of college relationships are long distance. 1 in 4 college students have an STD. 63% of college women hope to meet their spouse in college. By senior year, 72% of college students have hooked up. ⅓ college students have been on fewer than 2 dates. Quick Facts: One of the top reasons college students break up is cheating. College students prefer short-term, casual relationships over long-term relationships because it allows them to focus on their academic and career goals. Most college couples break up around spring break, summer vacation, and right before winter break. 28 % of married college graduates attended the same school, but only 2% of North American marriages are comprised of high school sweethearts.

With numbers like that, it was really easy for me to believe that with Jasper’s personality and follow through that we couldn’t possibly be a part of that 2%. And even if we had been, what about those other stats? How much of it would be applicable. Wouldn’t one of us hook up with someone? Wouldn’t someone cheat? Wouldn’t we break up? For a first time relationship to be the last one that you’ll ever have, these possibilities become more or less likely dependent upon what stage in the relationship I was in. It was a fluctuating scale, to be honest. But, by junior year, I definitely felt like I was in a confident place.

Jasper makes me proud, all of the time, His thinking has become much more critical. His plans make more sense. His ability to manage his time has improved. He’s been calling himself a “Textbook Leo,” which has been annoying, because the traits that you didn’t see before, it’s like he tries to make sure that he has them now. That’s fine for some things. Silly for others. But, he’s very focused and he’s going to be a very accomplished man. I believe that with all of my heart.

One of the last times that Henry was able to visit was whenever Charlotte first moved into her new apartment after Rush Week. Jasper helped her to pack, but got the pledges to move all of her things. The apartment that she found was closer to Jasper, in a nice sized townhouse style apartment within walking distance of the frat house, but of course, the guys had to go to another side of town to grab her things from her previous dormitory. Jasper’s little brother was responsible for overseeing - making sure nobody damaged or tried to steal anything, holding on to the keys of her dorm, and personally handing them to her after her things were cleared out and he’d locked up. Charlotte liked him. She was the reason that Jasper had selected him and he was closer to her than to Jasper, but only because it was hard to get close to Jasper, especially now that he believed himself to be a king.

Henry helped Charlotte to unpack, wishing that he still had that hypermotility. Dang, that would have made this a breeze. Charlotte had a lot of stuff and she was very particular with how she set things up. One area that he was intrigued by looked like a shrine of sorts, with a shelf in the middle, and she hung a photo of her and Jasper above it. “What is that?”

“My gift center,” she said, setting things there from a box marked Gifts From Jasper. “I keep stuff that Jasper gives me in an exposed and visible area. It helps the room to have a good attitude.” He made a confused face, but didn’t want to even ask. “I can feel the energy in these gifts, because I know the motivations and the emotions behind them,” she explained.

“You becoming all metaphysical on me?”

“Not all, but I definitely feel like… energy is something that can be manipulated by certain objects and intentions. Like, you ever meet someone and you can just feel that something is off about them? That’s how I was with Casper and I was absolutely correct about her, even though for a whole year she was nothing but pleasant to me, I knew that there was some negative vibrations there.”

“You do like tarot cards and stuff?” He asked.

“No. I don’t know enough about that area of spirituality and I honestly don’t feel like committing the time to learn.”

“Dang. I was gonna ask you to do a reading for me,” Henry joked.

“We can go to one. There’s a girl in the BSU that does them. I feel like she’s the real deal. She grew up in Louisiana in this matriarchal witch family. Though… I don’t know if witch is the right word. I can’t remember what she said. Jasper might, though. He’s fascinated by that stuff. They have an entire segment on the radio show for African spirituality and diaspora practices.”

“I… we should get a reading, just as a gag.”

“You don’t do it as a gag!” She complained, shaking her head.

“Okay, we can do it for real, then.”

“Well, I’ll have to see if she’s available. She has an online business, where she prepares spells and herbal roots and oils and jewelry and stuff. I’ll check her prices for the readings.” She grabbed her phone and Henry kept unpacking. They were bringing the empty, broken down boxes to the recycling bin whenever Jasper’s truck pulled up. They heard him before they saw him. The truck was always so loud, but it was old and cheap, so that was why he had it. He didn’t want to spend a lot of money on something that he only planned on driving for now. Charlotte began buying her reliable but affordable car in high school. She made regular payments on it to try to help build her credit and by the time she was ready to leave for college, it was paid off. It was a metallic gold hatchback and had horse decals on it. Jasper’s big orange truck had all kinds of bumper stickers and window stickers that he’d peppered it with. Henry turned up his nose, “Why is it orange?”

“That was the cheapest thing that he could find when he was looking, and he loves it. He says that he’s always gonna have orange vehicles, now.”

“WHY?”

“Probab;y because he’s an attention whore,” she said.

Jasper had a pretty booming speaker system in the truck and was blasting music, because that helped him not to hear the troubling sounds that the truck made. He turned off the car and got out with a little box, “Hey, Henry!” he said and waved at him. “Chef’s Kiss…” He slid the box to Henry and wrapped his arms around Charlotte. “Did New Henry give you your keys?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Did who?” Henry asked.

“His little brother,” Charlotte said.

“His name is Henry too?” Henry asked.

“No,” Charlotte said, but left it at that and asked, “What’s that?”

“A homewarming present,” Jasper said and took the box back. It made tiny whimper sounds and she noticed it had holes in it.

“Housewarming, and Jasper, is that a living creature?”

“You don’t have a house. You have an apartment, and no..” he opened the box and said, “It’s TWO living creatures!” She looked to see two very adorable puppies with collars and tags… “Lady and the Tramp!”

“Wow. All I got you was a cake.”

“I prefer cake,” she said, then to Jasper, “Jasper, you cannot just give people responsibilities as a housewarming gift! I don’t have time to raise two dogs!”

“I’ll be here like everyday. All you’ll need to do is be happy to see them when you get home.” She bit her thumbnail and stared at him, displeased. That was what that face was. He knew that much. He handed the puppy box to Henry again, pulled out his life goals journal, unlocked it and made an X on the list, which made Charlotte smile, in spite of herself. “I am willing to take on all of the responsibilities parts of them. I’ll make sure they’re fed and clean and…”

“You need to make sure that they know how to use the bathroom before they are moving in here, Dude. I’m not cleaning up dog poo from any surface of my new apartment.”

“That’s fair,” he said. Henry was already petting the boxed puppies and taking photos when Jasper reached for the box. “I’m gonna let them run around in the back of the truck while I’m here. That’s where I got the dog house, anyway.”

“The…” Charlotte looked and saw the doghouse that she didn’t know where the heck he thought that he was putting in her apartment. She turned around and went into the apartment, leaving both dudes and both dogs outside.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell her that they’re both girls because I couldn’t find a male Schnauzer for Tramp. I don’t think she’ll like me naming a girl Tramp, but it’s symbolic.”

“I don’t think that Charlotte likes animals,” Henry said, climbing into the back of Jasper’s truck. “And, she seems more like a cat person, right?”

“She just doesn’t have the time to raise them, but she’s gonna love Lady and the Tramp, once they’re ready to be civilized.”

“She didn’t love Katelyn. She barely acknowledged that she was alive and Katelyn was effing adorable.”

“She took care of Katelyn all of the time! You just weren’t there to see it,” Jasper fussed.

“Why are you getting pissed?”

“I’m not. I’m just irritated that you’re acting like you still know her better than I do.”

“That’s not what I’m… I’m sorry. How are you doing? What season is it for your sports?”

“Wrestling season is October until March. Boxing events usually begin in March. I have Dodge-a-leen practices all year, but tournaments are late spring, usually. Thinking about reviving kite disc for good on campus and just having it be among frats and stuff. I miss it, but I had to give it up. I’d give up anything for Charlotte.”

“Is… that why you felt like you had to give me up?” Henry asked. Jasper gave him a look. “I just felt like we could all still be friends. Whenever you left for college, you were really on this ‘of course we’ll still be friends’ thing, but we haven’t talked out what happened.”

“What’s there to talk out? I apologized and you said, NBD.”

“I said NBD because you apologized, but that doesn’t mean it was resolved. Especially because you told me that I never reached out to you, then when I did, you weren’t available,”

“So, I was supposed to wait for you to decide that you had some need for me? I have things to do, too. Maybe I’m not saving Swellview, but I’m not sitting around waiting to mean something to you, either.”

Henry set The Tramp down and clasped his hands together, “I’m still the same dude who was willing to give up Kid Danger for you. I’m still the same person who took on a full shift at Cactus Con so you could be on a date! I’m still…”

“You’re still the dude who was having wet dreams about my girlfriend right before we got together and acted like I was being an asshole for not wanting you to sleep in the same bed anymore!”

“Okay. Okay. Well, I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable…”

“Being friends means respecting boundaries. This is the woman that I plan to marry. Your friendship makes me uncomfortable, but that’s not why you and me fell out. You and me fell out because whenever I expressed to you how I felt about it, you talked to me like I was a dumbass, and you accused me of mistreating Charlotte!”

“You were mistreating Charlotte!”

“That wasn’t the way to say it! When I’m trying to tell you what I don’t like or don’t want to happen and you respond that way, it makes me feel like not only did you not care about my boundaries, but you used her pain to try to attack me because you didn’t like me setting those boundaries! And… That’s just fucked up to do to both of us, yet I’m the only person who apologized for my behavior that night. I’ve been apologizing to people for standing up for myself for too long. I know myself better and I deserved better.”

Henry nodded his head and collected Lady to pet her and help him feel better. “That is a lot to process. That makes sense. I think you’re right and I never realized any of that before now, because we didn’t talk about it. But, no matter what kind of dreams I had about Charlotte years ago, mind you… I’d never try to do anything with her and even if I had, she’d shoot me down and probably clobber me. She’s been dickmatized by you since Day 1.”

“I don’t like…”

“I mean, she’s been enamoured with you. Most of the time we talk, it’s about your relationship and how much she loves you. I envy that and I would love to have that with someone, but that someone would never even cross my mind to be Charlotte. And I will sleep in my van before I make you feel that uncomfortable again, or before I won’t hear you out when you’re telling me about boundaries, or before I go without just kickin’ it with my bro for all this time. I’ve got an empty spot where you’re supposed to be, in here, Dude.” He pointed all of his fingers to his heart.

Jasper smiled and said, “You know how she got into her whole energy/vibrations thing? She was researching what Jasper meant, because she had this idea to gift me some Jasper stones and she wanted to know more about them. So, she read somewhere that Jasper is the “Supreme Nurturer,” a stone of grounding and stability, providing comfort and security, strength and healing. Its presence balances the aura to a level of wholeness and peace, and acts as a reminder that one is not here on the physical plane simply for oneself, but to bring joy and substance to others… and she said, “Babe… That is SO you!” And I cried and I started looking for the perfect ring… and she started looking into stones and energy and all that stuff.”

“She’s right, though, That is so you. Why do you think I miss you so much?”

“I missed you too.. I just couldn’t let go of my pride until you seemed like you really cared about what I was trying to tell you that I cared about.” They smiled at each other, then hugged it out.

“So… Did you find it? The perfect ring?”

“No. I think I may have to have it made.”

“Does she know that you’re looking?”

“I haven’t confirmed anything, but she’s the smartest person I know, so maybe.”

“Well, I won’t say anything, but damn it, I’d better be included on however it happens… Unless it's a private just you and her typed thing.”

“I’m trying to find the perfect way too…” Jasper admitted. “When you’ve been doing great things for somebody for a while, it’s hard to outdo yourself.”

“Yeah, the stuff that she brags on you about, I honestly don’t know how you can possibly top them, but you keep doing so, so…” Henry shrugged and sniffed around, “What is…”

“LADY!” Jasper said and Henry looked down at the puppy who peed on him.

“That’s awesome…” he said, sarcastically.

It was good for Jasper to have Henry back, The dynamics of their friendship had definitely changed, as Jasper was less determined to lay himself down for Henry, but he still loved him and having him and Charlotte around when it was time to meet his dad was encouraging. It was a 4 hour drive, so Charlotte drove the way to get to Henry and then Henry drove the rest of the way to Mr. Dunlop’s place.

Whenever they pulled into the address that had been given to Jasper online, the first thing that Jasper did was take the dogs to make waste. Henry and Charlotte were going to take them for a walk while he met up with his dad and not be too far away, in case he had to call on them.

Charlotte was carrying Lady because, “She gets excited and runs off too much,” but, they both had leashes, so Henry was confused, but didn’t bother.

Charlotte kept looking at the house, no matter how far they got from it and checking her phone. Henry realized that she probably was in protective mode. Whenever she thought her Jasper was in trouble, she was one feisty little woman. “Hey! Remember that time that Ray punched Jasper out and you came in and on sight, beat him up with your backpack?” She gave him a blank stare, unsure of why he was bringing that up. He smiled awkwardly. “That was funny to me… Albeit, terrifying.” He shut up.

“Trample, where you goin,’ Sis?” Charlotte said and Tramp turned around and came rushing back to her. “Here,” He said, handing Lady off to Henry.

“Last time I held her, she peed on me.”

“Dude, that was months ago.” Charlotte said, dismissively and picked up Tramp.

“They can walk and we have leashes, why do you keep holding them?” He asked.

“The musty lady in the apartments let her dogs free run beside her and one of them got hit by the public bus!” Henry gasped in horror and cuddled Lady close to himself. “Yeah. That public bus near the apartments is scary. I don’t want them to get used to just running around, unless I live somewhere with an open area and minimal vehicles. A college town is kind busy for that.”

He nodded, “Okay, okay… But… We’re not in town right now and I haven’t seen any vehicles since we got here. Let’s just let them use these for now and if something happens, we pick them back up.” She nodded and let him put the leashes on the girls and walk them. “Are you worried about Jasper, Dude?” Whenever she was worried, she was a little more high strung. She nodded. “His dad seems like he wanted to meet him. I think it’s probably going well.”

“Yeah, but… Jasper just got to where he’s able to balance his issues out with his current situation and I just don’t want anybody shaking him up and throwing him off of his center.”

“That’s not gonna happen as long as he has you. From how I understand it, you’re his center.” She took a deep breath and looked at the house again. “Let’s go back and see if we can check on him,” Henry suggested.

A dark skinned woman with a huge afro, in draping, colorful clothes and a lot of jewelry opened the door and smiled at them. Charlotte and Henry glanced at their car in the driveway, then the house, then the woman. Charlotte asked, “Is… Is Jasper Dunlop here?”

“Yeah, he’s here.” She said and opened up to let them inside. “They’re in the meditation room. Mind taking off your shoes? Also, we’ll bring the dogs out back. It’s fenced in and covered. Hawks won’t get to them.”

“Hawks???” Charlotte shrieked.

“Hawks WON’T get to them,” Henry repeated. “Thank you,” he said. “She’s kind of an anxiety mom.”

The Black woman said, “Well, I can make you some relaxation tea. It was helpful for Jasper. Passionflower with a little lavender and chamomile. You’ll calm down and also sleep like a baby tonight.”

“I… Are you a witch?” Charlotte asked.

“You can say that. I’m a healer, a practitioner of Hoodoo herbalism, tribal holistic care and divination.”

“Oh! Like your friend from Louisiana,” Henry said to Charlotte.

“They have a deep history with spirituality and healing in Louisiana, but I’m from Oklahoma. Descendant of African slaves and Native American slave owners, if you can believe it.While we were recently expelled from tribes as members, you can’t illegalize blood, therefore the magic of all of my ancestors is within me,” the woman said, nodding her head as she released the dogs from their leashes and helped them through a doggie door. “I began to seek out the meanings of my dreams and found a mambo who connected me to my roots. I began practicing, only first to see if I really had a gift, then years later, as a believer. It’s how I met Jack Leigh. He wanted help from some things and a friend told him about me. But, then he saw me and forgot what he wanted help with and asked me on a date, instead.” She laughed.

“I can see why,” Henry said.

Charlotte mumbled, “I can see why Jasper’s mom hates me.”

The woman shook her head, “Is there anybody that woman doesn’t hate?”

“Herself?” Henry tried to guess.

“I wish that were true. That’s where she has to begin her healing and until she does, none of her intentions will be corrected.”

“Are you Jack Leigh’s wife?” Henry wondered.

“I am so sorry! I never introduced myself. Adanna Blackfoot.” She shook both their hands and led them to a sink in the little side area of the kitchen that looked out into the backyard. Charlotte could see the doggie enclosure. There were all kinds of plants and flowers growing on the fence surrounding them. The three of them washed their hands and talked a little while. Charlotte was fascinated with Jasper’s stepmom, though she said she didn’t feel that was a fair title, because she only knew Jasper from afar and word of mouth. But, Charlotte still wished THIS was the woman who’d raised her man. He’d be so much more in love with himself, and not just faking it. They eventually made it to the meditation room and Jasper was happy to see them. “Sorry, was I taking too long?”

Charlotte met him with a hug and a kiss, “I was worried about you, but Adanna eased my mind.”

“She and Uncle Rox would be great friends,” Jasper said.

“Uncle Rocks?” Jack Leigh repeated, confused, because Jasper didn’t have any uncles by that name.

“My uncle Roscoe,” Charlotte said.

“Roscoe Bolton?” Jack Leigh asked. From their faces, he could tell that was who they meant. “Wait a minute… You mean to tell me that your fiance is The Bolt’s niece?”

“Uncle Rox just became infinitely cooler because he is known as The Bolt. Say more, right now!” Jasper said, excitedly. Charlotte was more on the we all just glazed by that F word, huh?

“Hell, The Bolt introduced me and Adanna! What’s he up to? I haven’t heard from that fool in years.”

“Still a fool,” Charlotte and Henry said, but Jasper had said, “He’s the best!” Charlotte looked at Henry and said softly, “So… did you hear him say…”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Okay. Tell me something,” she said and laughed a little. Fiancee? Was that how Jasper had described her? Because… YEAH - they most definitely were most likely gonna get married. She certainly hoped so, but they hadn’t discussed it in a solid form yet. It was more like how kids discussed graduation… an event that you look forward to and you know it’s happening and even have certain elements and dreams about it that you must include. But, not knowing what college you’d attend, what your GPA will be, what major you would choose. It was like, sure marriage was a real possibility, but it wasn’t something he’d asked her to do or something she had started preparing for - things that she associated with being a fiancee… Everybody was looking at her and she rewinded her mind a little to try to recall what they’d said in the background while she was in her thoughts. Think he’d mind if I got his contact info? “Uh, no. I’ll give him a call and verify, though…”

“Small world,” Henry said.

“It’s a huge world, but everything is definitely connected,” Adanna said, pouring the new brew of tea for the additional guests.

At some point, after a lot of laughter and stuff, Henry said, “Hey… Adanna, do you do like readings?”

“Not professionally,” she said. “I’ve limited it to friends and family, loved ones, for personal reasons.”

“Oh,” he said, sadly. “Char and I have been trying to make an appointment with her friend, but our schedules never line up with her available spots.”

“Well, for the two of you, of course, I would.” She said and smiled, getting up to retrieve her cards. Charlotte was staring at Jasper, still thinking about the F word and wondering what happened before they made it in. He’d definitely been crying at some point. He had his ‘crying bags’ under his eyes. He was in good spirits now, but she wanted to know what went on when she wasn’t there to protect and comfort him. He looked back at her and made a confused face. He was wondering what she was thinking about. She mouthed ‘I love you,’ to him and watched the smile on his face beam. “I’m so lucky,” he said out loud. Jack Leigh smiled at the two of them. Beautiful couple. Wonderful boy. He’d really messed up missing out on shaping him.

#A Chasper Fic #chasper #henry danger #hd fanfic #Nesha HD Fics

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noradarhkpalmer · 6 years ago

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draw me like one of your french girls, miss darhk

Title: draw me like one of your french girls, miss darhk

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer aka Darhkatom

Warnings: Darhkatom gets a little suggestive

Summary/Notes: Ray finds out Nora can draw and then finds out she used to love to draw, so what does Ray do? What he does best of course. A big romantic gesture to fit the occasion.

I’m so sorry I fell behind on these! I had some personal health problems come up but I am going to try and catch up! This one is extra long! Enjoy!

Day twelve of 25 days of Darhkatom! Feel free to click the through the tag to see the others! Basically, I will be posted all loosely related (unless stated otherwise) fics for 25 days straight!

He had found the doodle when he was cleaning up dinner. They had had a quiet dinner in the galley while waiting for the rest of the team to get back from a mission. They sat there and talked, ready to get up and quarterback but also trying to enjoy a rare moment where they were the only two people on the ship. When Ray cleared the plates he noticed Nora had doodled on a napkin she hadn’t used. It was a profile of him, incredibly realistic, and Ray had tucked it into his pocket, reminding himself to ask her about it later.

Ray entered their room that evening once the team returned. It was now officially their room. It made him giddy every time he thought about it. Not only was that the only room Nora had ever stayed in on the Waverider but things were now sprinkled about the room that just made it theirs, rather than his and she just also happened to sleep there. Things like her houseshoes on her side of the bed, and Ray thought the fact that she wore them was absolutely adorable, she said it was because her feet were always cold but Ray didn’t care. He just thought it was one of the cutest things about her. Her books, the ones she brought with her and the ones she’d fabricated since were beginning to stack high in two stacks on Ray’s desk, which they now also shared. And of course her clothes were also in his closet, their closet.

He changed for bed and grabbed the doodle from his jean pocket before tossing the clothes in the hamper. Ray climbed into the bed next to Nora who was reading and humming quietly to herself. She looked up at him and smiled when he got in the bed.

“So ugh… I found something of yours after dinner tonight.” Ray handed her the folded up napkin and Nora took it with great confusion.

She opened it and her eyes went wide. “Oh I thought I had thrown that away with the rest of the food bits on my plate.”

“This is really good, Nora, and I’m not just biased because it’s a profile of me. You’re really good, have you ever drawn anything else or is this just some talent that is somehow magically wonderful the first time off?”

Nora smiled in embarrassment. “No… I used to doodle a lot as a kid, I was always drawing something, I much preferred it to playing with dolls or even reading, or playing with other kids. I stopped because I had a job to do but even when I got bounced around asylums and mental hospitals if I was able to have stuff to draw with I would, it usually wasn’t anything in particular but tonight you had moved your head to a certain angle and I don’t know, you maybe also had a look on your face and I just wanted to capture it and so I drew it.”

Ray placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’re really good, I think you should do this more often. We can fabricate any art supplies your heart desires.”

“So I can what, draw you like one of my French girls, Ray?” She rolled her eyes. “Thanks, but no thanks. I feel like I barely have time to read or spend time with you between missions. I don’t want to clog up all my free time by drawing stuff that doesn’t even matter…” She tried to put the napkin off to the side but Ray caught her wrist.

“Hey, your art matters. I have no idea what all you’re going to create or have created but it matters. If it’s important to you or ever was, it definitely matters. You’re allowed an outlet, if Zari can have her video games that probably will actually melt everyone’s brains one day, you can draw or paint or sketch or whatever you want.”

Nora looked away. “I’m sorry, Ray, but I just don’t have the heart for it anymore. This was a fluke. Just me trying to pass the time while you were nerding out about some science thing.”

Ray knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere trying to push her more tonight so he nodded sadly and let her toss the napkin in the trash bin. “Okay. I understand.”

xxxx

Apparently, Ray “understanding” meant he wouldn’t press the issue anymore that night. The next day, however, Ray spent probably too long fabricating sketch books of different sizes, fancy pencils, fancy colored pencils, erasers, and even some kits of charcoals and paints and pens. Ray knew he was probably going overboard but that was Ray Palmer’s MO, show love in absolute excess.

Ray neatly organized all of the art supplies while Nora was in the shower that morning and left it on her side of the bed and then disappeared to the lab to do work, slightly afraid of Nora’s quite possible negative reaction to the gesture.

Nora came back to her’s and Ray’s room now ready for the day when she saw what she hoped was not a giant pile of arts supplies on their bed.

She got closer and realized that it was.

Dammit Ray.

Nora picked up one of the sketchbooks and ran her fingers over it, remembering how most of the time in the asylums and hospitals she maybe had loose leaf paper and a dull pencil but she’d draw everything she wanted her life to be instead of a scared, demon possessed teenager. She drew herself as a princess locked in a tower, being saved by a valiant knight, that one had been recurring after getting her hands on an anthology of King Arthur tales, she also drew herself in a world where her parents were still alive, doing normal parent stuff like picking her up for school or decorating the Christmas tree. She drew the fantastical and normal, because back then, even the normal was pure fantasy to Nora.

Nora threw the sketchbook down and sighed. Ray’s heart was in the right place but hers just wasn’t… but she would try, for him.

xxxx

Nora figured she would find him in his lab, she had a small sketchbook tucked under her arm with a set of brand new and sharpened art pencils. She also had erasers and a small set of micron ink pens. She might not even do anything with the supplies but she would try, for Ray.

She saw him tinkering somewhere deep inside the chest plate of the ATOM suit and knocked on the open lab door.

Ray looked up at saw her there and then his eyes fell to the art supplies tucked under her arm and broke out into a full grin.

“I saw you got my present.”

Nora walked up to him and grabbed his chin gently to look him straight in the eyes. “I did, and you are so often what I don’t deserve, and I thank you for it.” She pulled him in for a soft kiss and patted his chest. “Carry on, I just wanted to watch you work.”

“And maybe doodle me, while you work?”

“Maybe.” She smiled and hopped up onto his workspace table and put the supplies in her lap. She sat there, just enjoying watching him work as she often came down to the lab to observe but then she got an idea and pulled a pencil out of the box, discreetly so he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing her actually trying, and opened to the first page in her sketchbook. She moved her pencil down the page, trying to get the perspective of him working on his suit correct. When she was satisfied she moved onto finer details, trying to capture the look of absolute concentration and amazement at his own invention on his face.

After a while the tinkering stopped but Nora kept tracing back over the same line, lost in the image of Ray on her paper and she felt someone touch her arm and she jumped. She looked up to see Ray standing next to her, trying to get a look at what she’d been drawing for the last hour.

Nora instinctively held the sketchbook to her chest so Ray wouldn’t see. “Can I help you, Dr. Palmer?”

“Just wanted to see what you were drawing.” He grinned.

“Well it’s not done yet so you can’t see it.” She gently pushed him out of her personal bubble and gestured for him to get back to work.

“Ah you want me back in the same spot so you can make sure you’re drawing me proportionally.” He started walking back to his suit and picked up a small wrench.

Nora smirked. “No, I know exactly how… well proportioned you are, Ray Palmer.”

“I am well aware that you do, Miss Darhk.” Ray abandoned his suit once more and went over to Nora, stepping between her legs and leaning down to kiss her gently.

Nora let the sketchbook drop and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him further.

They jumped apart at the sound of a cough and saw Zari standing near them, now holding the sketchbook.

Zari narrowed her eyes at them before speaking, “I better not flip through this and find naked drawings of Ray.”

Nora, now annoyed that her moment with Ray was interrupted used her magic to bring the book back over to her. “There aren’t any but the ones I have planned are all tasteful, and are for no one’s eyes but mine and Ray’s. Did you need something, Miss Tomaz?”

Zari, now slightly disgusted, shook her head and held up her hands. “Nope, getting the image out of my head of you guys recreating the scene from Titanic has taken top priority. I’m gonna go now.”

Nora laughed as Zari made her exit and tugged on the collar of Ray’s shirt.

“You… you have plans to draw me naked?” Ray asked, completely flustered.

Nora shook her head, “no that was just to get Zari to leave us alone, however, the more I’m thinking about it, the more I am liking the idea. Just not here,” she said and pulled him in for a deep kiss, the sketchbook forgotten again… but not for long.

#darhkatom #ray palmer #nora darhk #25 days of darhkatom #legends of tomorrow

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asktheoutside · 6 years ago

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Prequel cast anon again! What fighting styles do the other Egos use? Also, I noticed that I have my own tag now! Thanks!

Yip! You do! ^^ And if you want a different tag, just be sure to tell me; I’m happy to change your tag to that! (also, headcanon-related questions make me soooo happy! I love answering them

As for the fighting styles the others use, it’ll be below the cut so I can go into detail and it’ll be pretty long! Note that this is for their Outside versions, so I may write fighting styles a little differently elsewhere (i.e. Anti would definitely use his claws in any other AU, but doesn’t have them in this one anymore, or Dev would use his horns if he still had them; just stuff like that)

~Mick

Antisepticeye: Keeps hunched low the entire time; lashes out with his knife at random. He’ll be the first on the attack every time. He’ll typically go straight for the weak points–eyes, throat, belly–and won’t hold his punches. Even in this AU, he wouldn’t be afraid to maim or kill someone if it came down to a fight. If there’s technology nearby, he’ll glitch it out to cause distraction, or possess it if it’s something he can harm his opponent with.

Bim Trimmer: Bim has no qualms against getting blood or flesh in his mouth, and if it came down to fighting for his life, he would go straight for the throat. He can’t land a punch to save his life, so he has to rely on scaring the crap out of his opponent with the threat of tearing their throat out, or use his voice projecting ability (voice can be projected really loudly in any direction he wants, as if using a megaphone) to startle them so he can get away. If scaring them doesn’t work, he won’t hesitate whatsoever to sink his teeth in.

Bingiplier: He flinches away from raised fists, but his frame itself could be enough to defend him from a human or non-robotic Figment by making them break their hand. He’s not likely to defend himself thanks to Red and Green’s treatment toward him, but if he’s protecting someone else he would use his skateboard/the nearest large object like a bat, or pulse his aura to electrocute his opponent.

Blue: He’s agile like a cat, and will twist in ways he really shouldn’t be able to in order to reach his opponent’s weak points. If he can get behind them, that’s all the better. If he’s aiming to kill, he’ll typically try for a quick snap of the neck: It’s easy and effective. If he’s aiming to incapacitate, he’ll try for a choke and just. Knock them out. He doesn’t really care how, as long as he’s not going to cause any permanent damage.

Chase Brody: His gun is his best friend in a fight, and he’s surprisingly quick on his feet. He’ll stay as far from his opponent as possible; dancing circles around them to avoid their attacks and firing warning shots to try and scare them off, and aim for the shoulders and legs if they don’t back down. When it comes to protecting his kids, however, he’ll aim right for the chest and head. To make sure they’re safe, he’s not against killing someone, and will feel no guilt for it. (***spoiler***) (***spoiler***)When he becomes a cop, his style will change immensely because his first priority will be to protect the people around him, but also try not to injure his opponent if he can help it. He’ll be more likely to use a taser, with his gun only as a last resort. When it comes to his opponent having guns, he’s fearless and will dive right in to disarm them. He is bulletproof, after all.

Darkiplier: If he’s able, Dark is most likely to use/prefers his reality warping to make his opponent see something that isn’t really there (his reality warping is mostly illusion-based) to make it easy to incapacitate them, or step back and let his aura do all the fighting. The less he has to do to avoid getting his suit dirty, the better. He’ll only use his fists if he’s caught of guard or has no other choice; but don’t let that fool you. He packs a punch.

Ed Edgar: He doesn’t fight. That’s that. He’ll pull his sunglasses down to try and Persuade his opponent, but if that doesn’t work he’s high-tailing it outta there. The only reason he seemed all threatening with Jacques was because our artsy boy wouldn’t defend himself and Ed’s a coward; picking only on those weaker than himself. He’s happy to argue with someone who could beat the crap out of him, but if it came down to an actual fight, he’s outta there.

Dr. Edward Iplier: Not very good at fighting, but he’s likely to use his (very limited) magic to grab a scalpel out of thin air so he can at least defend himself. He doesn’t stand the best chance in a fight if he’s on his own, even with a weapon, and will take any chance he can find to get the hell out of there.

Green: His fighting style mirror Blue’s almost exactly, except he’s not quite as agile and will try to trip his opponent rather than get behind them.

Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein: He’s a big guy in this AU: Broad shoulders, big hands, thick skull, and a lot of muscle and fat. As of this moment (Chapter 51 most recent) he’s not too well-trained in fighting and would mostly rely on his scalpel, sleep ability (touching their forehead with his palm, he can knock them out cold), or a well-time swing of a fist. As the fic goes on, he’ll definitely start using his size to his advantage. And pairing brute strength with the doctor’s knowledge of every square inch of a body? He’s not going down easy.

The Host: Don’t be confused by his lack of eyes; you don’t want to be on the receiving end of his fist. He’ll use his Sight to Watch his opponent’s moves moments before they actually happen, and dodge/attack accordingly. If his opponent is physically stronger than himself or caught him off guard, he’ll pull his bat from the folds of his coat and swing for the head, or use his ink-aura to drown them. He will not be the first to attack, but if he’s the one attacked the Author’s sadism comes to light and he aims to kill.

Jackieboy Man: He’ll try his damnedest not to hurt his opponent too bad, aiming instead to dodge around them and try to get in close enough to incapacitate them. He can twist in ways no normal person should, and will use that to his advantage, going so far as to use his flight to move around them quickly and carefully. If he realizes that he’ll need to do some damage to get his opponent down, he’ll use his screech to knock them back and temporarily deafen them so he can move in to pin them. The ability has a good chance to cause some serious internal damage, so he opts to only use it when absolutely necessary.

Jacques Septique: He has zero knowledge in self defense. He’ll flinch away and cower in a corner if it came to an actual fight. His only chance would be to sketch something useful to pull off the page, but it’s more likely he’s too scared out of his wits to even think of doing that, let alone would he have the time to do so. He’s the least likely of the bunch to win a fight, and would rely completely on his feet to get him out of there. Unfortunately for Jacques, he’s really clumsy when it comes to running…

Jameson Jackson: Hand-to-hand is his greatest strength if it came down to a fight. He packs a lot of punch in that little frame, and if he’s defending himself or someone else he’s not going to care if he breaks his opponent’s nose or knocks out a few teeth. He’s probably the most likely to worry about showing his abilities and risking a human seeing, but if he’s in a situation it won’t matter that he does, he’ll likely use his Helping Hands as a second set of fists to go at his opponent. He’ll aim for the jaw and nose with every blow until his opponent is either backing down or on the ground.

Jim (News Jim): He would literally just. Stick his foot out and hope his opponent trips. Though if they actually got him, all he’d have to do was release his aura; it’s linked to his ability to See death, so it looks, smells, feels, and stains like blood. He could just drown his opponent in it if they didn’t let go of him.

Jimmy (Weather Jim): More physically fit and quicker on his feet than his brother (or most of the others, for that matter since he likes running), he’d have a very good chance of simply outrunning his opponent. His best bet would just be tiring them out; be it through if they decided to chase him, or if he ducked away from their attacks. Regardless, he wouldn’t lay a hand on them and hope for an opening to run.

King of the Squirrels: He may be small, but don’t be fooled. If he’s attacked he practically goes feral: Biting and scratching at anything to come into reach; going for the soft spots whenever he can. Once his opponent deals the first blow, they’ll have fun trying to get any more in. He’ll do anything to get them pinned and knocked out, and there’s a good chance he could cause a whole lot of cranial damage once they’re down or even kill his opponent without meaning to.

Marvin the Magnificent: Preferring to fight his opponent from afar, he’ll use his magic to attack them. Bolts of it that can burn or cut, making them levitate, throwing them backward, anything he can to incapacitate them. When he fights, it looks like he’s dancing: Cape billowing, eyes and hands glowing, aura surrounding him, every movement precise and fluid. Chances are, he’s not going to care how much damage he causes his opponent, as long as he’s the one to walk out alive.

Oliver: Goes straight for the arms. He’ll twist them, break them, crush them if he has to. He has agility to rival Blue, and will twist and turn in whatever ways he needs to to get at his opponent’s hands. Once he’s got a good hold on them, he ensures there’s no breaking free. He won’t usually aim to kill, but if he does a snapped neck is quick and easy.

Red: Relies on brute force, often trying to get in close enough to choke his opponent. The most likely to be injured while actively fighting his opponent because he won’t care to dodge attacks, and only worry about getting close enough to get his hands around their neck. He aims to kill, and will gladly do so by crushing his opponent’s windpipe.

Silver Shepherd: He has inhuman strength, and will (try to) use it to dispatch his opponent as quickly as possible without hurting them too badly. He’ll typically try to get behind his opponent and go for the arms to pin them behind their back, or fly at them to tackle them. He tends to misjudge his own strength and hurt them more than he intended, or he’ll wind up knocking them out when he lands a punch too hard.

Wilford Warfstache: His attacks are unpredictable, and he’s often the one to deal the first blow. Sometimes he’ll use a gun, other times a switchblade, or his magic, or just his fists. He’s a brick wall; will square his shoulders and rush his opponent with his chosen weapon at the ready. Unless he’s fighting just for the hell of it, his intent is to kill; often aiming for the stomach with his weapons, or throat when he’s bare-handed. It’s not unheard of for him to teleport just before he reaches them so he can get them from behind.

Yandereplier: Quick and graceful, he moves as if his limbs were made of water. He prefers a katana in each hand, showing off with dangerous tricks with them throughout the fight. Tricks that, if he wasn’t skilled with them, would end with him dead. His intent is to kill, usually with a slice to his opponent’s neck, or one or both katanas lodged in their gut.

Devilplier: Most likely to use his bare hands or a gun. He’s a tall, broad man, and will definitely use that to his advantage. If he’s bare-handed, he’ll buffalo his way into control over his opponent, taking any blows they deal to worry about later, then go for a choke hold, or use his aura to attack theirs. If he has a gun, he won’t so much as step toward his opponent. He’ll just start shooting until they go down.

MadPat: He’s not good at hand-to-hand, and relies solely on weapons and abilities to save his ass in a fight. While he does keep a gun on himself, he greatly prefers fire and has pyrokinesis as one of his abilities. If he’s out of it or caught off guard, he’s more likely to use a gun (like when Schneep found him injured), but otherwise he’ll try for fire. When he’s in a fight, his goal is to cause as much damage to his opponent as possible.

Natemare: He’s not a big guy and he knows it; he’s good as dead if a bigger opponent gets him pinned. He’ll teleport at random around his opponent, dealing blows when he can with whatever he can and trying his damnedest not to get hit himself. He’ll use his smaller size to duck around his opponent, having no qualms about “low blows” to the groin, or lunging up to headbutt them under the chin. He doesn’t intend to cause permanent damage, though if his life is on the line he won’t care as much if he does.

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fatbottombucky · 7 years ago

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You’ve Saved My Life *Peter Parker x Reader*

Request: Can I request Peter Parker with a soft artsy male s/o who draws way too much Spider-man? Because there are too many angry dom males and I am a soft and passive gay guy who just likes to draw and give affection and love. Sorry if this is not something you can write and thank you for reading my request ❤️ Pairings: Peter Parker x Male! Reader Warnings: Fluff, like a lot of it Word Count: 2372 A/N: Hope you like this Anon, and everyone else. Sorry, I’ve been slow with my writing, under a lot of pressure from work and I’ve got a lot to write. So, thank you for being so patient with me - Rosalie

You sat with your headphones in at lunch, music turned all the way up as you quietly sketched in your sketch-book. You could feel the hustle of the other students around you, even with your blaring music in your ears they managed to still be a little louder. Your hands worked furiously on your latest muse, your inspiration had come quickly and you intended on using this latest motivation on getting some art actually finished.

Despite being inspired, heavily motivated, you couldn’t get the drawing right. You had spent hours, pages after pages, sharpening pencils, even using charcoal. You just couldn’t draw him right, Spider-Man was the one person-Superhero- you couldn’t draw correctly. It angered you, in a good way. There was no reference photos, good ones, that you could look at. Iron Man, Captain America, heck even Falcon had photos all over Google Images. Spider-Man hardly ever got photographed and when he did, they were blurry and didn’t hold enough detail for you to get everything right on the costume.

You see food trays being dumped on the table opposite you, your eyes glance up to see Peter and Ned chatting away. You quickly pull off your headphones, shutting the sketchbook quickly and acting as casual as possible. If Peter knew you were drawing another guy he’d be mad, you don’t like Spider-Man like that, he’s cool and you kinda wish you did know him because then you’d get this drawing finished but Peter is your guy. Spider-Man would never compare with Peter Parker, at least to you anyway.

“Hey, Y/N, these are fantastic.” You snapped out of your Peter daze by Peter looking through your sketchbook, swiftly moving it out of your reach when you try and grab it. “You draw a lot of Spider-Man, is he your favourite?” Peter is smirking, eyeing Ned like they both know something you don’t.

You scoff loudly, rolling your eyes and glaring at Parker. “No, don’t be stupid. You know I love Thor way too much.” Peter chuckled silently, still flicking through the pages. “And they suck, okay. You have to say they're good because we’re dating, I can’t draw him right.” You finally take the book away, Peter is frowning confused at you. “There’s hardly any photos of the guy on the internet, that’s why there’s so many, I’ve been trying to get his suit right but I keep fucking it up.” You look at the latest one, “I should just give up, find a new muse for my project.”

Peter quickly shakes his head. “No way.” He rushes, you raise an eyebrow. “I’m sure you’ll get it right eventually, you always do. Art is like, your superpower.” You smiled at the brown haired boy opposite you, he always knows what to say to make you feel better. You didn’t expect Peter to be so supportive of you drawing Spider-Man, he used to get miffed at you drawing Thor, well anyone but him.

“Thanks, Pete, I gotta go. Promised MJ I’d draw her yelling at people,” you get up and collect all your things together. Peter gives you a slightly amused chuckle, “Hey, don’t laugh. Mj will kill me if I miss her in action.”

“You’re bigger and stronger than Mj.” Neds laughs, biting into his sandwich beside Peter. Ned is right, you’re, at least, a foot taller than Mj but not even you could take on Mj.

“I may be a guy, but Mj would kick my ass, yours and Peter’s, then kick our asses after eating just to get a point across.” Peter opened his mouth but closed it nodding, Ned ended up joining in as you chuckle and walk off. Only to rush back to the table, Peter frowning as you rounded the table and lean down to kiss his cheek, earning an eye-roll and disgusted face by Ned who smiles despite how fluffy you guys are. Peter blushes, you simply chuckle before running off, pulling on a hoodie over your red henley and walking out of the lunch hall.

Peter P.O.V

“You still haven’t told him?” Ned whispered to Peter, “You said you’d tell him yesterday, what happened?”

Peter sighed, watching you walk off, his grey hoodie being thrown over your red henley and shoving your sketchbook into the green messenger bag. “We got distracted,” Peter glances at Ned who cringes, knowing that’s code for ‘making out’. “If I had known he was drawing me, Spider-Man, I would’ve said last night.” He sighs gently.

“Well, now you have a great opportunity to tell him. I mean, you’d be saving his art, which is the same as saving Y/N’s life.” Ned chuckles and Peter rolls his eyes, chuckling along with his best friend.

Peter sighs, looking down at his lunch tray. He receives a slight nudge from Ned, a little push for him to say what’s on his mind. “What if he doesn’t like me anymore? What if Y/N hates that I’m Spider-Man and ends it?” He knew he sounded stupid, but that little nagging feeling kept picking at him and Ned was the only one he could confide in.

“Peter, Y/N is the nicest guy ever. If anything you keeping this from him, for as long as you have, will be the thing he’ll be mad at most. He’s hooked on you, trust me. I sit with him in Math, doesn’t shut up which is annoying cause you don’t shut up about him either.” Ned laughs; the small smile returning to Peter’s face. “Just tell him, become boyfriends and talk about each other to one another instead of to me. That’s all I ask.”

“Thanks, Ned,” Peter sighs as he finally starts to eat his lunch, he receives a slight shrug from Ned in response.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter called walking up to your locker at the end of the school day. You looked up, the small shy smile turning at the corner of your lips as he stood beside you. “So, wanna come round later?”

You pretended to think but nodded when Peter rolled his brown eyes at you. “Of course, I need to go home and grab some new soft pastels but sure.” You closed the locker, shoving everything into your messenger bag and nodding for Peter to walk with you. “Can we watch Empire Strikes Back?” You asked, interlacing your hand with Peter’s, the blush forming on Parker’s face going unnoticed by you- or you just failed to comment on it to him.

Peter would never admit out loud but he loved holding your hand, even before dating he liked the small touches you’d give him. May calls your hands ‘artist hands’, delicate and skilled, your touch is always extremely calculated with everything from painting, drawing and simply touching another person. It’s from all your time spent drawing, you know exactly how much pressure to use or, maybe, with Peter it’s just natural to hold his hand how you do.

Peter sighs but smiles. “We’ve watched that one dozen of times,” he whines playfully, you turn and softly chuckle at him and shrug your shoulders. “Also, thanks for stealing my hoodie, I totally didn’t need it all day.” Peter nudges you.

“Hey, what’s the point in dating someone, near enough, the same size and not stealing their clothes?” You smiled, although starting to shrug off the hoodie. “But you can have it back-”

“No, it’s fine. I still have your Indiana Jones shirt at my place,” Peter smiles as you chuckle.

“I’ve been looking for that. Oh, that reminds me, I have your Iron Man tee at mine, my mum washed it for you because I wore it to the art gallery with Mj last Saturday. I’ll swing it around tonight.” Peter just nodded, listening to you talk about the art gallery you recently saw with Mj, he was going to go with you but… Spider-Man duties came up, meaning he had to cancel last minute. “Peter? You listening?” He’s pulled from his thoughts by you, he nods once. “We’re near mine-uh- I’ll be round after five, okay?” Peter nods with a small smile, leaning down slightly to peck your lips before watching you leave to walk down your street.

Before he can even leave to go back home, a small beep comes from his backpack, sighing slightly he jogs off to the nearest alley.

Normal P.O.V

You knocked on Peter’s apartment door, clutching the strap to your bag nervously. The door opened to reveal May, who grinned and had music playing inside the apartment, she often played music when she was cooking or… dancing.

“Peter is out at the moment, Y/N.” You sighed softly, nodding slightly. “You’re welcome to come in and wait for him though, he shouldn’t be too long, sweetie.” You smiled and walked into the apartment, May grinning happily. “How’s your art coming along? Peter is always talking about your sketchbook,” she smiles knowingly.

“Peter talks about me?” You shyly ask, a blush obviously rising to your cheeks.

May just chuckles and nods. “Of course he talks about you. He’s completely smitten by you, always talking about how handsome you are; Ned and I are just waiting for him to, finally, ask you to be his boyfriend.” She giggles as you stutter, unsure of how to respond to that. “You’re welcome to wait in his room for him, his desk is tidy so you can draw whilst you wait.” She winks slightly as you embarrassedly stumble into Peter’s room.

You shut Peter’s door softly, leaning against it as you tried to calm yourself slightly. Of course, you wanted to be Peter’s boyfriend, you just didn’t know if he wanted that. He had kept cancelling dates these past couple weeks, making up excuses and just only seeing you at school; which was fine but it did raise suspicion with you. Your eyes glance up to see Spider-Man crawling through Peter’s window, well trying to crawl. His suit seemed caught on something, you, however, were stuck with utter shock at the sight in front of you.

“Uh- what the fuck?” Is all you manage to stutter out.

Causing Spider-Man to look up, the eyes of the mask widening in, what you assume is utter horror. “What are you doing here?” He gasps out, finally getting unstuck and falling to the floor in a red heap.

“Me? I’m Peter’s boy-friend, a friend… friend that is dating him. What the heck is Spider-Man doing here?” You cross your arms, trying to look stern and angry but, honestly, you doubt you looked intimidating to Spider-Man. You still had red and blue pastel stains on your hands, plus your hair was a slight disaster and you were wearing Peter’s hoodie which, still, somehow managed to be big on you. Then a dreaded thought came to mind, “Is Peter cheating on me with Spider-Man?” You muttered out loud.

“No, that’s definitely not what is happening.” He quickly jumps to his feet, shaking his head. It makes sense they, probably, met through his Internship with Stark. Peter has talked about Spider-Man a few times too, plus he seemed to not mind that you are drawing Spider-Man a lot recently. “Wait, will you listen-”

“I knew he was keeping something from me. He’s been acting so weird lately, plus always busy. Peter doesn’t have any other friends beside me, Ned and Mj.” You rush out, pacing in front of Peter’s door, “Which is another thing, Ned knows something but won’t tell me, it’s like when they both went to see the new Star Wars without me. They think I don’t know about it, that I actually believed their shocked faces at everything that happened when they, finally, took me to see it.” You looked up, kinda shocked with yourself that you had spilled all that to Spider-Man.

It’s silent for a moment. “Wait… you know that we saw it without you?”

You raised your eyebrows at that. “Peter toOK SPIDER-MAN TO THE NEW STAR WARS BEFORE ME?” You didn’t mean for your voice to raise an octave higher but the disbelief you felt, the betrayal and hurt that flashed through your heart at the thought of Peter taking another guy to the franchise you both love. You were fine with Ned, Ned probably dragged Peter to it because you hated going to see movies within their first weeks. “I’m sorry for yelling like that… but Peter is… I like him, okay? And May said he wanted to be my boyfriend and you’re here… I am so confused.”

Spider-Man sighs. “Peter isn’t- I’m not cheating on you,” you frown slightly at that. His hand reaches up and pulls the mask off his head, revealing his face… Peter’s face exactly. “Surprise!” He smiles slightly, shaking his hands in a jazz-hand sort of way.

You stare in utter shock, slight amazement at Peter Parker. He starts to shift uncomfortably from foot-to-foot, awkward from the intense stare you’re giving him. “Can you please say something?” He mutters out to you, fiddling with the mask in his hands.

“I’ve been struggling with my art project for days and you’ve been Spider-Man this whole time?” You asked with narrowed eyes at the boy in front of you, his mouth opens and closes as he tries to answer that. “To make it up to me, you’re gonna stand there as I draw that costume!” You pull out your sketchpad, plus a few pencils and move to sit on his bed.

Peter chuckles and rolls his eyes. “So, you forgive me?”

“I forgive you, Peter Parker. You’re difficult to stay mad at,” you sighed sitting down on his bed, he smiles fondly at you for a moment. “Plus, now I can nail these Spider-Man drawings, you’ve literally saved my life.”

Peter chuckles, Ned’s words from earlier ringing true. “Well, that is my job.” You snicker slightly at him, flipping to a blank page and beginning to draw, “Do I actually have to stand here as you draw me?” Peter mutters; already fidgeting. He doesn’t receive an answer but remains standing in front of you anyway, smiling whenever you glance up to look at him causing you to blush slightly and smile to yourself. “Can I, at least, have a kiss for saving your life?”

“Do you ask every guy you save?” You smirk looking up at him, Peter just grins and shrugs.

“Only the cute artist ones that happen to be my boyfriend.” He goes to lean down but you hold a hand up to stop, he frowns but receives you with your head down and shading a certain piece of his suit. He just sighs and smiles, watching intently as you sketch him perfectly.

(I hope you like this, took a long time to get right and my dear friend @dashofholland helped me with the ending because I got stuck, hope the comedy route was okay. :) - Rosalie)

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x male #peter parker imagine #peter parker one shot #spider man imagine #spiderman x reader #spider man one shot

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mangled-dreams · 7 years ago

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A Man with a Van

This is a second story for @destinggirl. She requested #14 of the first prompt list; “What are we doing this time?” “Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?” “Oh, God, we’re going to die aren’t we?” “It’s Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.” This one is a friendly Mark and reader with guest appearance from Ethan.

Man with a Van.

Sitting on your brother’s couch you wait for your movie to start back up. Commercials are the bane of your existence at this point in time. Due to…unexpected turns of event you’ve found yourself stranded in California for the better part of December. It’s not really something you’re complaining about, but you really had been expecting to see your cousin for her wedding instead of being left to watch your brother’s house while he goes to Japan.

You’re glad that your brother is able to take such an exotic trip, but you hadn’t exactly volunteered for babysitting duty. Thankfully your recent endeavor into the employment realm proved to be fruitless. At least, that’s what you’ve been telling anyone that asks. It’s less humiliating then saying you got fired from three retails stores in four months back home.

With a heavy sigh you stare at the remote just out of your reach then the TV again. Do you dare attempt to reach over and grab the remote? Or do you simply watch the cartoon movies currently play its opening scene. Decisions. Decisions.

After a few minutes you decide to grab the remote, turn off the TV, and take a shower. It’s about time you left the house and interacted with other human beings. You’ve been to your bother’s place a few times, watching the house on occasion, so it’s not like you don’t know the area.

It’s just interacting with people.

“Okay, Theo, I’m heading out.” You call to your brother’s Persian cat. He doesn’t even lift his head at his name and you take your leave. The cat doesn’t hate you, but he doesn’t like you either. Which, in you honest opinion, is okay.

Walking around in the bright sun light you take the sunglasses you’d bought before your brother left and slip them on. Somehow it feels off having to wear sunglasses in the dead of winter. You take in the manicured lawns and blossoming colorful flowers. It’s rather peaceful and you decide to put your ear bud headphones in and play a little bit of music to accompany you.

You walk for a few songs, pausing when cars drive down the street before deciding to turn around. As you spin around you literally crash into another person. You both tumble to the ground, trying to make sense of what just happened.

“Oh God, are you okay?” you ask quick to scramble off the young man beneath you. You barely get a glimpse before brushing yourself off, but he looks familiar.

“Yeah, are you? Sorry, I was running after my dog. She got loose.” He responds looking around for said dog. You glance around too.

“Your dog? I didn’t see a dog around here. Are you sure…” You pause when you spot a wagging pale yellow tail just behind the man. Sticking your index finger and thumb into your mouth, you form a circle and whistle loudly, watching the dog’s head perk up. She looks at you a moment before running full speed to you and her owner.

“Wow, that’s impressive.” He tells you grabbing ahold of his dog’s collar and slips the leash on.

“Thanks, back home we have a dog going deaf. I’m the only one that can whistle loud enough to get him to come in.” you say taking a good look at the dog and owner. He is quite attractive, short dark down hair, dark brown eyes, and pale olive skin you wonder if he’s seen sunlight much. And he wears glasses! Oh how you have a weakness against guys with glasses.

“Again, very impressive.” He tells you smiling at you. You can’t help feeling perplexed by his features. Even his voice is familiar to you.

“Do I know you from somewhere? I fee like we’ve meet before.” You say feeling like a sleazy guy trying to pick up someone in a bar. “I’m not trying to hit on you, I just… ah. You look really familiar and it’s bothering me because I don’t know where I’ve seen you from.” You quickly explain feeling even more like an idiot.

He laughs at you, his tone relaying his amusement at your actions more than being rude. “It’s okay. I actually get that a lot, but you’re housesitting for Billy and Thomas, aren’t you?” he asks earning a suspicious look from you.

“Y-yes… how did you know?” you ask deciding to be a little more tightlipped. It’s not that you don’t trust him, but even a baby face like his can hide insidious intentions.

“They told me. When I go out of town they watch Chica for me so I don’t have to put her in a daycare.” He says smiling cheerfully. “They asked that I stop by from time to time to check in on you. You’re Y/n, Billy’s younger sister, right?” he asks and your guards relax a little.

“Oh, wait! Billy said there was someone that would stop by to make sure I didn’t die.” You say feeling a little more at ease. He laughs with you.

“I’m Mark; I live down the street a few houses.” Mark introduces himself, holding out his hand to you. You smile and take it, shaking it twice before letting it drop. You don’t know why it’s so bothering, but you know you’ve seen him somewhere before.

“Have we met before? You really do look oddly familiar.” You push. “How long have you been living around this area?” you follow up with.

“I don’t think we’ve met before, but I’ve been here about a year. I’ve seen your photos in your brother’s house, but I don’t think we’ve met face to face before. Not to sound conceded, but do you watch YouTube?” he responds. You shrug.

“I don’t not watch it. I just mainly use it for music and learning to crochet and things. Are you a YouTuber?” You ask raising a brow at Mark.

“Yeah, my user name is Markiplier. I do a lot of Let’s Play and some comedy sketches.” Mark tells you. Chic whines at his side before pushing her nose against your hand. You smile at her and give her a few good scratches behind her ears.

“Cool. I hear you can make a good living doing that. Pretty successful I take it?” you ask idly petting Chica at your side.

“I like to think so. I have a kind of sketch comedy tour set up. We’re going around the states before going international for a few months.” You raise your brows at him and nod your head impressed by his success.

“Wow, that’s amazing. Are you happy?” You ask. It’s normal question for you to ask people that are quite successful in their profession. There’s no point in doing something if you’re not the least bit happy with your success.

“It’s a little stressful at time, but yeah, I’m happy. We start the tour shortly after New Year.” Mark tells you.

You nod still quite impressed at what he’s accomplished. You’d remembered hearing a few friends, and younger cousins, talk about YouTube stars they enjoyed. “You’re not much older than me, are you? What? Like twenty-eight?” You ask. Chica pulls away and walks back over to Mark for attention. You frown at the golden hair pooch. “I thought we had a connection!” You moan at Chica. She looks at you with her big brown eyes. “Oh, you wound me Chica.” You mutter looking away from the beauty.

Mark laughs at your antics. “Yeah, a round twenty-eight.” Mark pauses for a moment. “A-are you doing anything tonight? For dinner I mean.” Mark asks almost nervously.

You shrug. “I’m not the best cook, so I thought I’d pop down the Mc D’s or something and get some grease to fill my stomach.” You eye him. “Why do you ask?”

It’s Mark’s turn to shrug his shoulders. “I’m supposed to meet a few friends for dinner, and since your relatively new to the area I thought I’d see if you want to go with me.” Mark asks. You mull over the proposal. It would be nice to see where else you can get too for food.

“What kind of food?” You ask agreeing in your own way to go to dinner together. Mark smiles at you.

“It’s really delicious,” Mark reassures you with a smile you feel instantly drawn too.

“I thought you said it was going to be delicious, not repulsive.” You groan as your meal is place in front of you. You knew you should have turned around and left once it became clear this was a… how should you put it, fan service place. The décor is quite enjoyable.

Comic book pages are pasted to the tops of wooden tables with glass covering them for protection. Large life size cutout of various comic, cartoon, and anime characters line the walls tastefully. It’s like a nerd’s version of heaven… your version of heaven, you correct yourself.

However the food before you does not reflect that heaven.

“It’s good, just give it a try.” Mark tells you encouragingly. You give him a skeptical look and glance down at your food. It’s a stew you’d always thought would be pretty delicious, but looking at it now… You’re glad you have a steel stomach.

“I felt the same way when I first got that. The WestFall stew is quite delicious. It just looks a little hard to stomach.” Mark’s friend Ethan tells you. You give him the same skeptical look before picking up your spoon and give the bowl a stir.

You glance at Mark, he’s already digging into some kind of fried shrimp dish and whisper, “If I get sick from this I’m going to egg your house.”

Mark nearly chokes on his shrimp, laughing when he should be swallowing. You panic for a moment before he coughs, takes a drink of his water, and tells you, “That’s fair.”

“Whoa, don’t kill of the leading man before his big tour.” Alex, another friend of Mark chuckles from across the table.

“So, who all joins Mark in his endeavors?” You ask scooping a small spoon full of soup, carrots, meat, and what looks like mushroom spores. God this better not kill you.

“That would be just about all of us.” Ethan says as you force yourself to eat what is sitting in your spoon. You munch hesitantly as Ethan continues on. “Originally we had a few others planning to go, but they had to bail last minute. Tyler and I will be doing a few sketches with Mark and a few others like Wade and Bob. We all have our own little spot lights but the majority of the tour will be all of us just being jackasses.”

Okay, so the stew isn’t that bad. The mushroom spore things are quite delicious. Taking another spoonful, this time quite a bit larger you listen to the conversation flow around you. You interject and add but for the most part it feels nice to relax and enjoy some good—if not disturbing looking food.

This is the most peace you’ve known in quite a while.

It’s knocking at 6 o’clock in the morning that disturbs your slumber. You curse whoever is knocking on your door knowing what time it is. Granted you’d been waking up at a more socially appropriate time.

Dragging yourself down the stairs you pass a few mirrors and ignore your appearance and throw open the door less than pleased to see Mark’s smiling face on the other side. “I will kill you if this is not an emergency.” You growl at him and notice Ethan behind him with a camera pointed at you. “What are you two doing?” You groan kind of wishing you’d stopped to at least fix your hair…or even to put pants on.

“Put pants on! We’re taking a trip!” Mark tells you in a tone that sounds slightly crazy. You glare at him then to Ethan.

“What? I don’t want to go on a trip with you, Mark, or you… Seriously, what is going on?” you ask ready to slam the door on Mark and Ethan.

“Did you not remember you were going to do a video with me today?” Mark asks breaking character. You frown.

“No?” you respond as a conversation for three days ago finally connects everything. “Wait…you never said we’d be starting at 6 in the fucking morning! God, why didn’t you call or something to see if I was awake?” You ask glaring at Mark again. He’s smiling the dorky smile that makes you want to be his friend all over again.

“This would have made the video a bit more genuine.” Ethan pipes up. “But really, you should get some pants on. People are walking their dogs out here.” He adds smirking at you. You glare at him and close the door loudly.

“Are you saying no?” Mark shouts through the door.

“No, I’m getting clothes on!” you shout back and hurry up the stairs to your bed room. It only takes you a few minutes to change and get your morning routine taken care of, but you draw it out a little longer just to make the pair wait. Grabbing a yogurt cup and some granola you head out the door to find the pair talking on the front porch.

“Wait! Ethan get back in your spot. Okay, Y/n close the door and open after I say, “huh? Guess they’re not coming.” Got it?” Mark directs as you roll your eyes and close your door on him again. You can’t help your smile and wait for Mark to mutter his lines.

You’re giggling by the time he’s finally in character and have to compose yourself as he says lines. You spare a few seconds to eat your mixture of strawberry yogurt and vanilla crumbled granola cereal. Letting your spoon simply hang out of your mouth you open the door to a slightly surprised Mark before he starts to laugh.

“What?” You ask taking the spoon out of your mouth. “You didn’t give me time to eat my breakfast.” You offer innocently.

Mark quickly composes himself and quickly takes off pass Ethan. He shouts for you to follow and after exchanging worried glances with the camera and follow after Mark. You’ve never filmed anything before, so this is going to be interesting.

Mark laughs manically in the driver’s seat and you look back at Ethan and the camera then to Mark again. You have your lines to say and thankfully you’re not doing too bad.

“Mark… Ah, what are we doing this time?” You ask a little hesitantly even as you want to laugh your ass off at the look on his face.

“Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?” Mark asks with a look in his eyes that’s a bit too convincing.

You look at the road a head of you, there is a green screen before you and the lovely white van is on a small platform that will simulate that it’s moving. Even with the van on idle you don’t quite trust Mark in this moment. “Oh, god, we’re going to die aren’t we?” you ask looking back to Ethan and his camera again. He shakes the camera to simulate confusion.

“It’s a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.” Mark responds and you give him a wide eyed look.

“Is Saturday!” you shout as he presses on the gas. The van’s engine reeves in your ears.

“My point exactly!” Mark shouts. Holding his pose a few more seconds before he breaks character and laughs. You and Ethan laugh along with him. You have no idea how that’s all going to fit together but it was really fun to do.

“Mark, you are really selling the crazy guy very well.” Ethan remarks from the back seat. You nod in agreement. Mark smiles and looks at the pair of you in turn.

“You guys did great. I have a few more shots to make but this was fun. Y/n, I’ll take you back home and get in touch with you in a few hours. Ethan and I are going to go through the video and see if there is anything else we need from you. Thanks for your help, by the way.” Mark says.

Everyone exits the van and the tech that helped you set up helps break everything down and gets the van on the pavement again. You’d already taped everything that Mark needed from you at various other locations. This had been the last scene he’d needed you for.

Marks texts you later and says he doesn’t need you for any reshoots and will forward a sneak peek to you once their done with the editing. You tell him you’ll look for the email and go make yourself dinner. If you had plans to stay in Cali, you’d definitely like to do more sketches with Mark and Ethan. It was quite a lot of fun and the process itself was fascinating.

Maybe you need a change of scenery and start a new chapter in your life. You’ll talk to Mark tomorrow about that. For right now you want food.

#platonic #mark fischbach #making a vid #in a van #reader insert #ethan nestor #funny #goofy mark #mark's van #weirdo in a van-o

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downtomyunderoos · 7 years ago

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rabbit doll

// akihiko sanada (downtomyunderoos) & kanji tatsumi (needlepunk)

1. Akihiko --

“Here, I saved some for you. Try it?”

2. Kanji --

“Huh- really? A-alright, if ya say so, that is….” Even with Akihiko’s permission, Kanji was still hesitant to accept what was being offered. He normally just did tiny crack snacks so hard candies were a bit different on his teeth. That all hardly mattered when the peach sweetness hit his tongue and melted away. It was so fruity and enjoyable.

“Hehe, thanks, Senpai! I’ll pay for candy next time. Promise.”

3. Akihiko --

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” And he meant it, being that these were sweets given to him a few days ago by Takeba. Some things never change. Nonetheless, Akihiko was fully aware someone like Tatsumi was a man of his word. Also that he and his mother ran a textile shop.

“By the way, what are you working on?” he asked, nodding to the sewing tools spread on the nearby table.

4. Kanji --

“Huh?”

Kanji glanced back up from his work table and took his foot off the sewing machine pedal. His entire station was a complete mess of fabric, and no doubt a needle or two hidden somewhere among everything. He’d have to be careful when he stood up, less he wanted to get stabbed by his own carelessness.

In his hand was a jumbled up mess of various colored felt. To his side was a sketch pad, open to a page with a sketched out pattern. “Oh, well…I-I’ve been tryin’ ta amp up the dolls we make here at the shop. The rabbits were a huge hit, so now I’m tryin’ to make better ones based on the persona I always see Senpai usin’.”

From the (rather poor) drawing and color fabrics one could make out that he was working on an Agathion, currently working on the golden pot for the plushy’s body. “Can I get ya somethin’? We don’t got a lot but I can get ya a soda or some tea if y’ere gonna be here for a while.”

5. Akihiko --

‘Senpai’?

…Ah, he must had meant his leader.

Akihiko recalled the silver-haired young man with the sword. He, too, was gifted with summoning multiple personae. Tatsumi seemed so hard at work — actually it appeared as though he was lost in it. So this was one way the Investigation Team’s leader inspired them… He could sense a strong fondness for the guy. The general vibe he got from their group during the Grand Prix affair felt similar to how SEES moved forward for Arisato’s sake:

Akihiko resumed college, and here he was, entering the textile shop in the middle of his break. Normally he’d spend hours training if not studying, but life always had a strange sense of humor. He never suspected other persona users much less even going out of his way to visit them. He changed, albeit a little – instead of living more like a power-hungry hermit.

Then, ‘rabbits’ made him blink. Toys of that nature reminded him of Miki, but a rabbit doll also involved happier memories of Arisato. Of when he gave one to her. He didn’t keep others’ belongings. Akihiko ultimately decided they’d hold him back in a way, hoarding things of the past.

“That’s fine, I won’t be here long,” he said while nonchalantly scanning the area. A nostalgic, homely feel. A slice of Inaba. Nonetheless, a hidden gem in his eyes. Bringing up the next thing made Akihiko meek even though Tatsumi wouldn’t know the reason. “You, uh, mentioned rabbits..? You happen… to have any left?”

6. Kanji --

There was much work to be done, but at least the first of many new dolls was almost finished. He just had to finish the construction of the head and then finally piece it all together: head, pot, and handles and then one down! Already, Kanji was thinking of which persona he could make next. Maybe Takae Mikazuchi? Or perhaps even Izunagi! Those weren’t exactly, cute, tho. If it wasn’t cute then it’d risk not selling. Sad as it was, Kanji had to think about what would actually bring the shop money more than what he felt was better in his heart, sometimes.

Akihiko’s question grabbed his attention before he could continue sewing again. “Huh? Oh yeah, we got plenty of those little things left. Why? Ya want one? ‘Cause you can help yourself.” Kanji stood up from his sewing machine and stretched his arms out, all too happy to fell the joints in his shoulder blades crackle and pop after being so stiff. He smiled at Akihiko. “Ya want a boy rabbit or a girl one?”

7. Akihiko --

He was thankful (and dumbstruck, quite frankly) for how straightforward Tatsumi was. That he wasn’t one to pry. Guess Akihiko came to the right place.

“Oh, uh… boy.”

Although he wouldn’t know what the differences would be. Yet the reason he chose that was to own a memento of Kanji. Silly, wasn’t it? Yet it would remind Akihiko that he was changing. That he wasn’t degenerating — such as traveling without keeping in contact with old friends and dropping out — and instead holding onto new friendships. He could hear Arisato laughing at him, but also.. he knew she would be happy for him.

8. Kanji --

He nodded. “Alright, wait here. I’ll see what I got in stock and you can have whichever rabbit ya want.” Kanji exited his craft room and returned with an assortment of various rabbits all in different outfits, and various sizes. Some where sitting down, others in precious bun-loafs. There was a cop-rabbit, a chef, a farmer, just about any kid friendly role there was. And each rabbit had light blue eyes. “Take whichever one ya want! No big deal!”

9. Akihiko --

The selection left his jaw slightly gaping. “Damn, Tatsumi, you did all this? These are incredible.”

Akihiko plucked up a few one by one, observing and appreciating the creativity and skill. This’ll be an experience he won’t forget. Funny how one thing can remind one of so many people in different ways.

“I suppose,” a smaller perching cop-rabbit claimed his empty hand now as he gazed at it with warmth, “..I’ll go with this one. Yeah.”

10. Kanji --

“Hey, no problem! I’m glad ya like ‘em that much.” Kanji saw the look on Akihiko’s face, and it soothed the punk’s soul, knowing how much the other liked his new companion. “Give ‘im a good name, okay? Oh hey! maybe I should make one that looks like Koromaru, too! What do ya think, huh? That’d be cute.” He smiled at the boxer, bright and wide with his teeth exposed.

11. Akihiko --

A couple seconds allowed Akihiko to soak in Tatsumi’s brand of spunk, but it nonetheless caused him to chuckle. “I bet Koromaru will be flattered. The real fella’s pre-tty popular, so I can’t imagine the doll not being a hit.”

Akihiko paused out of hesitance for a reason, but also— he realized, from height to hospitality, how Tatsumi gave vibes similar to his best friend… before Akihiko blinked.

( Enough, brain. )

“Say, uh… how much do I owe you? Don’t tell me you’re giving me this in exchange for a piece of candy.”

12. Kanji --

“What? Nah, man don’t ya worry about it. We got dozens of those left. One little rabbit goin’ to a new home for free ain’t gonna hurt us. He’s yours. My gift to you.”Kanji wouldn’t accept anything else for an answer as he put away the remaining rabbits. They’d all get homes soon enough.

He sat back down at his work station and quickly jotted a few notes he’d need for the next few projects, especially the Koromaru doll. “Besides, I said I’d buy candy next time. There will bea next time, right? You’re always welcome in our shop, anytime.”

13. Akihiko --

Damn. Akihiko didn’t feel any inclination to argue to that.

“Alright, if you say so… Thanks, Tatsumi.” A look of gratitude diffused off his face as he watched Kanji return to his spot. “Yeah, I’ll come visit in the near future, don’t worry. The rabbit will remind me.” He held up his appointed gift as if giving cheers.

He remained standing and peering over the bundle of dolls. There were still children in this day and age who have nothing. If only Akihiko knew how to craft, but he had to be a rambunctious older brother, didn’t he? Kanji really was incredible.

“I bet you made lots of kids happy…” he muttered within earshot before changing his tune. Soles pivoted the other direction. “Well— I gotta get going. Thanks again, man. I’ll come back again soon. It’s a promise.”

14. Kanji --

His attention was caught. What…had Akihiko just said to him?

He smiled at him. “Yeah, sure thing man. See ya next time. Don’t be a stranger.”

#for the archive!#rp:ic #akihiko to kanji tatsumi #needlepunk

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kpopfanficsforthesoul · 7 years ago

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Tetralogy- Zico, Namjoon, and Sooyoung- Part One

Genre: Fluff/Drama, Roommate!AU, Alien!AU

Prompt: You and your three roommates were all crammed into a ridiculously small apartment, so you ended up being closer than family. You’ve never been happier since they took you in, but what will happen when you discover who they really are?

“IT’S HORROR MOVIE NIGHT!” Zico bellowed, bursting through the front door of your dinky apartment door and holding up three DVDs as if they were an Oscar Award.

“You’re gonna break the door off the hinges!” Sooyoung criticized from her spot on the counter.

“No kidding!” Namjoon began, getting up from his seat on the couch to get a drink of water. “You’d think he would have learned after the three previous times he did!”

“Y/N!” Zico wailed, running over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a pouty lip. “They’re being mean to me!”

You were standing at the microwave, waiting for the popcorn to be done. “Guys, you know Zico didn’t mean to break the door.”

“Or the window.” Namjoon added.

“Alright, God of Destruction, let’s talk about how much stuff you’ve broken throughout the course of living here!” Sooyoung yelled at him from across the room.

“Oh come on, I thought we were past this!” Namjoon protested, ripping his earbuds out with a dimpled smile.

It was times like these that you remembered just how much you loved your roommates. It was about two years ago, when you were all freshmen. The University decided to tell you at the last minute that they had run out of dormitory space. Sooyoung found you crying in frustration at a nearby coffee shop, and being the caring person she is, invited you to stay with her and her two friends. There was a short conversation between them all before you moved in that you had overheard.

“Sooyoung, we’re not exactly here to make friends.” You remembered Namjoon saying.

“Well, if we don’t help her, this girl will be homeless in the street.” You heard her retort.

“She seems really nice. And pretty too!” Zico energetically told them. “It’s not like she’s going to disrupt our quest.”

Despite their initial doubts, they now couldn’t imagine living without you. You were a family, all each other had. Zico was a music major, Namjoon was a creative writing major, and Sooyoung was a fashion major. You however, were an astronomy major. You never understood why, but when you first told your roommates this, they all widened their eyes.

“Why don’t you go put in the movie, sweetie?” you told Zico, trying to change the subject. He nodded and scurried into the living room. Saturdays were always the best days of the week. All of you got a break from work and school and just got to hang out.

You followed him in and plopped down next to Namjoon. He turned his phone off to the side and spread his long arms over the top of the couch.

“I got the blanket!” Sooyoung declared, sitting down on the other side of you.

Zico whipped his head around while standing by the TV. “Yah, Sooyoung!” he scowled. “I wanna sit by Y/N!” You always wondered why your friends never used honorifics. Namjoon never called Zico hyung, and both never called Sooyoung noona.

“No! I can’t sit on the edge of the couch during a horror movie!” Sooyoung retaliated, clutching onto your arm.

Zico bellowed what sounded like a war cry and jumped on top of both of you, trying to wiggle a spot in between the two of you.

“Zico, stop, I’m sitting in the middle!”

“No, I wanna sit next to Y/N!”

“Both of you stop ripping her in half!” Namjoon proclaimed. “Zico, your elbow is currently in my ribcage!”

“This movie is so good! Even better than the first one!” Zico said on the edge of the couch cushion. “Sooyoung, you’re hogging the blanket!” There was only one blanket and four of you, so you were all huddled up, sharing little bits of it.

“It comforts me!” she retorted, hands over her eyes. Sooyoung was one of those that acted all tough and told people she loved horror movies, but then got super scared when she actually started watching it. She was practically sitting on your lap. “Aish, this is so scary…”

“How can you be so terrified? This movie is nothing like the book…” Namjoon assured, flipping through the pages.

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “Shh, Namjoon, you’re ruining the movie.”

The screen soon returned to black, concluding that the movie had ended.

“Is it over?” Sooyoung stuttered, peeking out from behind her eyes.

Zico rolled his eyes. “Yes, ya chicken, the scary monster is gone!”

“You know what’ll make us all feel better?” you began, trying to make it sound like you were talking to everyone and not just Sooyoung. Zico gasped. You and Namjoon shared knowing glances.

“MIDNIGHT MARIO CART TOURNAMENT!”

“You want some food?” Namjoon asked you, opening the pantry. You had both left the living room to stretch your legs.

“Yeah, I’m starving!” you told him. You sat down at the small circular kitchen table. Distant shouts could be heard from a few feet away.

“Why is it always those two that end up competing for the top spot?” Namjoon inquired, dimples protruding from his smile once again. You both glanced over at your two friends in the living room.

“Yah, Zico, stop distracting me!” Sooyoung grunted, slapping his arm away from her.

“Never! I’m gonna win!” he declared, biting his tongue in concentration.

“Sometimes I really question if they’re the older ones.” you commented. You and Namjoon always felt like the mom and dad of the friendship.

Namjoon chuckled at you, then looked back to the pantry. “Oh no.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Looks like we’re all out of chips and instant ramen.” he said nonchalantly.

“But… that’s the only food we eat.” you told him.

“Exactly.” He threw on a black hoodie and walked into the living room.

The two friends overheard your conversation.

“Joon, it’s 2 AM!” Sooyoung argued.

“Emergency run to the supermarket, we’re out of food, and only one of us can ride in the cart!”

“Stop here slave!” Zico decreed, holding up a hand.

Sooyoung gritted her teeth and pushed her arms forward. The cart when sailing into a bread shelf, with Zico in it.

“That was uncalled for!” the younger whined, throwing the fallen rolls back in their proper place.

“And throwing me out of the cart after I had already gotten in it just so you could be pushed around isn’t? she retaliated.

“Nevermind that, do you guys want shrimp or chicken ramen?” Namjoon asked, examining the shelf.

“I’ll eat any.” Sooyoung told him, leaning against the handle of the shopping cart.

“You sure do eat a lot for someone so slender!” you told her, receiving a smile.

“OH MY GOD, GUYS, THERE’S A PURIKURA PHOTO BOOTH!!!” Zico yelled, excitedly pointing at it. You all smiled at each other before springing into action. Namjoon dropped the ramen he was looking at and linked arms with you to run over to the booth, and Sooyoung quickly grabbed the cart and practically flew over to you.

You realized what a sight you all must be. Four college kids in sweats and disheveled hair, one in a shopping cart, at a super market at two in the morning to buy instant ramen, flying through the aisles and screaming over a photobooth.

“Squeeze, squeeze!” you directed, pushing everyone into the booth. “Someone will probably have to stand on the seat in the back.” Soon you were all sat down and started the process.

“Whoever’s adding these sparkly hearts on the frame needs to stop…” Namjooon commented in between photos.

“Sooyoung!” you exclaimed.

“It wasn’t me, I swear!” she argued, throwing up her hands.

Zico giggled from his place on the left.

“ZICO I SWEAR TO GOD”

“I’m home!” you declared as you walked through the front door. No response.

It was Thursday, and back to the normal schedule. You got off from work early. Usually, everyone was home by now…

“Sooyoung? Zico? Namjoon?” you asked, walking through the apartment. No signs of them anywhere. You wandered into the back half of the house to search in their rooms. You peeked in your room. Usually Sooyoung would be sprawled out across the floor doing some fashion sketches for class, but she wasn’t. You had to admit, it was strange that they would all leave without telling you. You walked out and looked at the door of Namjoon and Zico’s room. Now that you thought about it, you had never been in their room. You slowly walked towards the door and creeped inside. No one.

However, something did catch your eye. The inside looked about five times bigger than it did from the outside. The side walls were book shelves. This room didn’t look like it belonged in an apartment the size of yours. As you walked in, the walls seemed to keep extending, getting longer and longer. You were starting to get a little freaked out. The door looked a lot farther away than it did when you first thought you had reached the end.

You went over the the book shelf and picked up a black spiral notebook. Next to it was a container of pens. “Earth Progress Reports: Agent N.” It read. You furrowed your brows before flipping open to the first page.

A paragraph was written in strange writing. There were dots, shapes, triangles, and squiggly lines. However, right under it was an English translation.

“Year Two. Month 4. Day 22.”

Sooyoung and I have finally grasped the concept of the planet’s internal heating. After intense observation, we have observed over ninety galaxies from this planet alone. I feel that the great leader will be very pleased with our studies.”

“Zico has just finished repairing the ship. We should be able to make a short trip home to deliver samples of Earth soil in four days.”

You counted on your fingers. This was written four days ago… so that means, they would be gone right now. But where? What was this ‘home’ Namjoon wrote about? Who was the great leader?

“Why are you taking samples of the planet?” you asked yourself, setting down the notebook. “More importantly, why is your room so trippy? I wonder when they’ll get back…”

Ironically, as soon as you thought this, a loud clanging noise could be heard. The room began to shake and rattle. You sat down on the bed for protection, and waited for what would happen next. Soon, the shaking stopped, and a noise like a tea kettle sounded.

Suddenly, the closet door opened. A huge cloud a smoke flew out of it, revealing three shadows. You assumed it was your friends.

“Well that was a nice little trip.” A woman said stepping forward. She had blue hair, little blue specks across her face, and wore a dress of chrome silver.

“I think we discovered a lot throughout these last few weeks about life science on Earth.” A voice that sounded like Namjoon’s said. It came from a man with pink colored skin, and orange curly hair.

“Just think of how far we’ve come!” An energetic boyish voice came from the last member. He had two little yellow antennae sprouting from his purple hair, which brushed over his large green eyes. “I mean, we came as secret agents who were trying to figure Earth out, and now we know everything from how an ant’s legs work to how the moon affects the tides!” You noticed how the inside of the closet was chrome, and had blue plastic accents. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

The three laughed, then walked towards the bookshelf you were standing by. Their smiles dropped once they saw you, looking shocked and nervous. They widened their eyes.

“Y/N?”

Author’s Note: I don’t care it they’re aliens or weird, living with these three would be like a dream! Hope you enjoyed this. I’ll be resolving this in the next part :-)

-Marie 💗

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#collaborative kpop scenarios #sooyoung scenarios #zico scenarios #rap monster scenarios #namjoon scenarios #girls generation scenarios #block b scenarios #bts scenarios #girls generation #block b #bts #kpop scenarios #kpop #roommate au #alien au

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mystic-fangirl-vinny-blog · 7 years ago

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[Raph x OC] Crush (Part 1)

The upbeat melody seemed to echo through the summer night air as Raph hopped from roof top to roof top. He was on his way to the rooftop garden of a noisy boarding house. Normally he would avoid such a noisy place, but this was the home of Anna Romano, a teenage girl whom he had quickly became friends with. Maybe it was the fact that she could relate to him, since she also felt as if she lived in her siblings shadows, or maybe it was the fact she seemed unfazed at his being a mutant turtle. He couldn't really put a finger on it, but he found himself drawn to the small, chubby girl.

"My pretty little Galway Girl." A soft voice sang along with the chorus of the upbeat song, "My, my, my, my, my, my, my Galway Girl." Raph couldn't help smiling as he quietly watched the brunette, pouring herself over the large sketch book, as she intently focused on her drawing. Her pale, freckled, cheeks were smudged in a rainbow of colors from the charcoals spread across the small table in front of her. This seemed to be one of those moments where he would remember this scene, as if his mind was taking a mental picture. Anna was surrounded by an L shaped makeshift wall of climbing ivy, strings of garden lights peeking out from the dark green leaves. Several large clay pots filled with colorful flowers seemed to make a short third wall, creating a comfortable nook where the round wicker dining set was. The dark haired girl seemed oblivious to Raph's presence as she brushed her messy, wavy hair from her face, adding another streak of color to her cheeks. Quietly, Raph claimed a free wicker chair beside her as he turned his attention to the work that kept Anna's concentration. His eyes widened when he saw the drawing, it was no wonder she was so lost in her work! A silhouette of a young woman with her hair pulled back filled the bright white page, but the silhouette it self was filled with color. At the bottom was a scene of a beach with a setting sun, the colors of the sunset climbing up until they faded into a night sky that filled with constellations and colorful galaxies. "That's amazing!" Raph breathed. Anna let out a sharp yelp, her heart suddenly feeling as if it were in her throat as she leapt from her seat. Raph jumped, catching her chair before it could fall. "You freaking ninja!" Anna exclaimed, clutching her chest as she turned her now wide hazel eyes to him, "How can someone your size be that quiet?!" "Training." Raph replied with a small smirk, "Didn't mean to scare you, you were just so focused." Anna sighed, sinking back into her chair, "No shit I was focused. Do you know how many hours I've put into this thing?" "I can imagine." Raph replied, "When was the last time you ate?" Anna hummed thoughtfully as she looked to the sky, blinking a couple times before turning her attention back to the red masked turtle, "When did it get this dark?" "What do you mean?" Raph asked. "I came up here around noon." Anna said, "What time is it?" "Tell me your kidding!" Raph replied, "It's like ten-thirty!" "Really?" Anna asked, suddenly realizing how dry her throat felt. Raph sighed, shaking his head, "How many times do I gotta tell you to take a break?" "Hey, I get into my work." Anna replied. "Yeah, but how good will your work be if you stop taking care of yourself?" Raph asked. "That's true..." The brunette replied, looking away sheepishly. "I don't mean to lecture ya or anything," Raph said, "You just gotta take care of yourself. Ya got talent, Pipsqueak." "Thanks, Big Guy." Anna said with a chuckle, "Wanna come in? I got some left over pizza in the fridge. Oh and I finally got Deadpool!" "Hell yeah!" Raph grinned.

Anna, who was eighteen, lived on her own on the top floor of the boarding house. Her apartment, luckily, had the large skylight that made it easy for Raph to come and go when she invited him over. The two teens climbed down the built in latter that lead to Anna's small living room. Her apartment was small, but comfortable. The living room connected to the kitchen, the two rooms separated by a small, narrow island that doubled as Anna's table. Two doors were in the corner of the kitchen, one leading to a small bathroom and the other leading to Anna's bedroom. In a matter of minutes, the two teens had made themselves comfortable on the couch, pizza box in front of them on the long coffee table, along with their sodas. "Ready?" Anna asked, pressing play after the large turtle nodded. Raph had to admit, he loved the comfortable moments like this. Moments where he could just relax without having to worry about anything. He did have moments like that at home, but something about this was different. It was hard for him to explain it. He wondered how he could explain it as they watched the movie, but the thought quickly left him as he watched the two actors suddenly start their sex scene. He tensed a bit, glancing to the girl next to him then quickly looking away. Anna seemed unfazed by the scene, she actually giggled at the holiday themes of the scene, but Raph couldn't help feeling a twinge of awkwardness. Sure Splinter had explained when he was younger that sex was a normal and natural thing, but it was different seeing it with someone sitting next to you. Granted, the scene was censored, but it didn't change the fact he was alone with a girl in her apartment during the scene. It didn't help that he had recently wondered if he thought of Anna as more than a friend. After all, it seemed like she was always on his mind any more. When he woke up, when he went to bed, during small victories while sparring with his brothers, and even when he'd be on patrol. His brothers, mainly Mikey, would tease him whenever he got a text message, knowing it was Anna he was talking to. Even April and Casey questioned his relationship with Anna. Raph pushed the thought from his mind, reminding himself he was a mutant turtle. There was no way a human like her would think of him as more than a friend. Right?

Anna was internally screaming as the sex scene finished. The whole reason she had invited Raph in to watch a movie was so she could have an excuse to suggest cuddling with the large turtle. If she did that now though, would he get the wrong idea and think she wanted more than that? Although she seemed calm on the outside, internally she was having a small crisis. She liked the larger teen, there was no denying that for her. She wasn't sure if it was love, but she knew for sure she liked him much more than just a friend. After all, when her coworkers at the cafe would ask if there was anyone special in her life, Raph was the one that always came to her mind. Would he feel the same way though? After all, she was just a human. Would he even think of a human in that way? She wanted to let him know how she felt, but she didn't want to make him feel awkward if he didn't think of her that way. So the thought of cuddling to test the waters seemed like the best way to go, but would it just be weird now?

Time passed as the two teens continued watching the movie. Anna glanced to Raph as she took a big breath and grabbed the remote. Raph gave the girl a curious look as she paused the movie. "Do you want to cuddle?" Anna bluntly asked, a faint pink color rising in her charcoal smudged cheeks, "I kinda feel like cuddling tonight." Raph suddenly felt as if his cheeks were burning at the girls sudden request, "Uh s-sure." Raph shifted in his spot, raising his arm to allow the brunette to lean against him. The reality of the girls request sank in as he felt her head against his chest and her smaller arm draped across his plastron. Feeling her warmth, the sweet smell of her shampoo mixed with the warm vanilla scent of her perfume, and the softness of her skin against him made his heart race. This was it, the moment that Raph had to admit he did have feelings for Anna. The way his arm fit around her, how she seemed to fit so perfectly against his side, it just felt so right to him. The thought crossed his mind, with her head against his chest like this, she had to hear how fast his heart was beating, right? He didn't care though, not if it meant he could keep holding her like this. Anna couldn't hide the wide smile on her face as she curled into Raph's larger form. The warmth of his larger arm around her made her melt as she laid her head against his chest. With the remote still in hand, she hit play before snuggling into the large turtle. She could hear the steady beating of Raph's heart, making her own heart flutter as let her eyes close. She had imagined this scenario before, but the real thing was so much better than she imagined. Raph glanced down at the brunette, a grin spreading on his face as he watched a content smile spread on the smaller girls face. He never would have guessed this would happen and now that it was happening he didn't want it to end. He knew it would have to though, so for now he just let himself enjoy the feeling.

"That was a good movie." Anna said when the movie was over. "Yeah it was." Raph agreed, his arm still around her. The two teens looked to one another, neither of them wanting to move from the couch. "You're pretty comfy, you know that?" Anna said with a smile. "So I've been told." Raph said, quickly adding, "By Mikey, I mean." "Aww," Anna chuckled, "You cuddle with your brothers?" "W-when we were little." Raph said, a faint blush crossing his cheeks as he looked away, "Mikey's always been a cuddler." "That's sweet." Anna said. Before Raph could reply, his phone rang, making Anna get up. As much as she didn't want to admit it, it was getting late and Anna knew that it was one of Raph's brothers trying to find him. "Do you have to go?" Anna asked after Raph hung up. "Yeah." Raph replied, "Splinter was getting worried." Anna nodded before giving the turtle a smile, "We should cuddle again some time. That was nice." "Y-yeah, it was." Raph smiled.

Anna followed Raph up to the roof, the two teens exchanging their goodbyes before Anna stopped Raph. "What up?" He asked. Anna felt as if her heart was going to explode as she motioned for him to lean down. Confused, Raph leaned closer to the girl. Placing one hand on his cheek, Anna stood on her toes as she quickly kissed his other cheek. Raph felt as if his face was on fire as he realized what she just did. "We should go on a date some time." Anna said, her cheeks burning a bright pink. "Date?" Raph repeated, staring dumbfounded at the girl. "Raph!" Mikey's voice echoed from a near by roof. "Think about it." Anna smiled, "Good night!" With a wave to Mikey, Anna quickly disappeared into her apartment, leaving Raph holding the cheek she kissed as his younger brother landed on the roof. "Dude, what's with that goofy look?" Mikey asked. Still in a daze, Raph turned to his brother, "I think I have a date."

#tmnt fanfiction #tmnt 2016 #raph #raph x oc #fluff

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blastingxff · 7 years ago

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Fate that Binds pt. 5

This part: Lunch with Jessebelle and James goes about as well as it can. Also, Jessie is the new Eugene because that’s my favorite fairy tale (like even before the Disney movie).

first part // previous part // next part Series: Pokemon Characters: Jessie, James, Meowth, Pikachu, Ash, Brock, May, Max, Jessebelle Ships: hints of rocketshipping if you read it that way, mostly just friendshipping though Summary: It had been a throwaway wish, something made out of the frustration of the moment- it wasn’t actually supposed to happen. But the magic of a well haunted by a pokemon’s spirit ended up altering reality. Now, Jessie, James, and Meowth aren’t in Team Rocket. They don’t even know each other. And it’s created far darker a world for the TRio than Ash could have ever imagined, and now he and his friends want nothing more than to change things back to how they were. Genre: Friendship, hurt/comfort, so much angst, all the angst, drama, butchered canon, Words: 1,904 / part 5 out of 16 Trigger Warnings (this part): swearing, abuse Notes: This popped into my head and didn’t get out until I wrote it down. It’s 16 chapters, and entirely written already in about three days. So that will explain a helluvalot. Like the bus-sized plotholes. I just wanted to be mean to my favorite characters, geeze, is that so bad? XP Also can be read on Ao3.

Chapter 5

One Week until the Wedding

This… this isn’t what he wanted.

Those words marqueed in her mind. Her blue eyes shooting towards her travelling companion who looked as though he had gotten little sleep. Did he still blame himself for this? No, Team Rocket had annoyed them all. It was only by sheer chance that she hadn’t wished upon that well herself. I want Team Rocket to just leave us alone. But this was… this…

This isn’t what he meant.

She tried to meet the eyes of the lavender-haired man across the table, his parents having excused themselves on account of business. Beside him a proper, haughty woman ate her lunch with elegance and poise. His manners were impeccable as well, but his shoulders, while back out of politeness, were heavy out of crushed spirit.

When she had managed to catch those green eyes during one of their brief ventures up from the safety of the plate in front of him, she almost wished she hadn’t. They were dull, faded, holding no sign of his vibrant personality in the sparkling emerald she had glared into on so many occasions, the corners of his lips showed no sign of ever engaging in that joyous laughter she had heard from him before, he had been tamed. Broken.

Ash’s puffy eyes that morning had told her he had been crying. Pikachu’s closeness to him confirmed the fact. And now she felt very much like doing the same.

What she wouldn’t give for this to be an elaborate set-up. For them to stand up right now, rip off the unnatural looking blue formal dress Jessie was wearing, the stiff suit James wore, Meowth disguised as the pretty Jessebelle using Wobbuffet to make himself taller, and start the motto. She realized in the moment she was actually wishing, desperately, for them to try to steal Pikachu.

Jessebelle had just finished telling a “hilarious” story about when their Vileplume accidentally got stun spore all over James’ clothes. May was starting to slowly be convinced of her theory of this being a set-up. That’s it. It had to be a trick. This was too messed up. It had to be. “Sounds like having a vileplume makes so you really need to prepare for trouble.”

Her partners caught on immediately to the last three words, and subsequently on some level realized what she was trying to do.

Jessie’s brow only raised a little, but she continued to eat- using the opportunity to get as full as she could. James remained unmoved, focused on his own food. He hadn’t even noticed.

May’s shoulders fell. No, it wasn’t a trick. Unless they decided to nix the motto in the past twenty-four hours, this was the new reality.

“So, James,” Jessie began to speak suddenly, May’s attention made sharp. It was the first word Jessie had said that day, and it was to him. She exchanged an anxious glance with her brother, “What do you do around here?”

“My fiancé here is a master pianist, he plays the most beautiful songs,” Jessebelle spoke before James even had the chance to register that someone was talking to him. His gaze had shifted from the plate to Jessie. For the first time, their eyes met.

Jessie didn’t back down, “I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to James.” Her words came sharp; Jessebelle looked affronted that someone would dare speak to her like that, and in her own home!

“Ah yes,” she recovered smoothly, “My darling is a man of few words. I know he doesn’t mind me speaking for him. It saves him the trouble.”

“Really? That’s it? Because you’ve been talking nonstop for the past, hm,” she glanced at her wrist as though it held a watch, “thirty minutes? Hour? Perhaps it’s because he’s a man of few words. Maybe it’s just because you’re a teensy bit conceited.”

May watched Jessebelle’s face start to change color, lips pursed. Before she could retort, however, a small scoff came from the lavender-haired man. A little, light laugh it seemed came from the beaten-down human before them. May realized then how relieved the sound made her feel. For a moment, things seemed almost normal.

“Sweetheart,” the words were anything but soothing, her hand reached out for his, gently caressing his knuckles. The touch made James stiffen unnaturally. His eyes widened, he swallowed. She could see the regret in his eyes.

That woman terrified him.

Satisfied, Jessebelle took back her hand. Jessie’s eyes only hardened as she looked from him to her and back. She looked like she wanted to say something, but a familiarity to the situation held her tongue. It’s the exact same. May realized, give or take a couple hundred grand.

The awkward silence filled the large dining room. Brock broke it, “Hey, so, Miss Jessebelle?”

Her attention was earned.

“Have you ever heard of any mysterious wells or the like?”

“Mysterious wells? How do you mean?” It seems James’ offense had been forgiven, but he had yet to relax. His eyes were fixated on the plate. He showed no sign of having heard anyone.

“We came across a beautifully decorated one. We’d like to know more about it,” Brock explained.

“It was a blueish color, with a purple roof and gold bricks at its mouth,” offered Max, getting out a notebook from his backpack to draw its shape, “the roof’s shingles had carvings on them of a Pokémon I think. Um… I don’t remember exactly….”

May thought back to the well, trying to imagine the top of it. She had looked at those carvings closely, their uniqueness drawing her in. The image took shape in her mind, “Oh! I remember!”

Max handed her the notebook and she sketched from her mind. Perhaps it would be a little different in reality, but the drawing was good enough she felt. She turned around the notebook so that the couple across from them could get a look.

James slowly glanced up, as though trying to make sure that Jessebelle didn’t see him examining the picture. He tilted his head, and May saw a glint in his eyes. He knows something. “I’ve never seen such an ugly thing in my life,” Jessebelle waved her hand, pushing the notebook away with a flick in the air, “Now put that away. It isn’t proper to draw at the table. If we’re done with our main course, I would love for you to join us in the parlor. My fiancé simply loves to play the piano for guests.”

She stood up, glancing over at Jessie, “Unfortunately, there’s only room for six in the parlor. You are dismissed.”

“Bitch,” she coughed, “I didn’t want to see you treat James like a fucking dancing mankey anyway.”

She grabbed a bread roll, giving the finger before turning, “I’ll get our shit together so when you come back from the circus we can split.”

May watched the woman leave, turning back to see that she wasn’t the only one. James’ face told her that he wanted every bit to go with her. To have the courage to talk to Jessebelle that same way.

“Sweetheart,” the name caused a tremor to shake through James’ body, “Please don’t make me ask you to get up again. Go play the piano, our guests expect the best.”

All he could do was nod, accepting her order. May felt heartbreak in her gut. His walk was too heavy. It looked as though he were an old, frail man- too weak to defend himself. Too beaten to know he was worth defending.

They had to fix this.

* * *

“Guys where’s Jessie?” the question came by the light of the campfire. They hadn’t gone far from the mansion, as per Jessie’s request. But as they settled down for the evening with the bare supplies they had managed, they realized she was missing.

Her few items, however, remained.

Instead of worry, the four decided to wait to see if she was there once more by morning.

Max realized, as he went through his backpack, his notebook was missing a page. The page with the drawing of the well.

* * *

“Knock knock, Rapunzel.”

The voice broke through the otherwise silent room in one of the four towers of the mansion. James found himself turning around quick, eyes wide as he saw a figure sitting in one of the two window sills, “Did they really lock these windows from the outside? Like what the fuck are you, some sort of animal? Geeze. Is that door locked too?”

James’ eyes went towards where Jessie was pointing, the only door in the room. He returned his look to her, and nodded.

“Fuck. And I thought I had it bad. What happens when you gotta piss? Got a pot in the corner or something? Damn,” she let her sneakered shoes touch the inside of the room, “So, wanna go get into some trouble? We can make it back here before they even notice you’re gone.”

He froze as he tried to register what she had just said. She stepped forward, waving her hand in front of his face, “Hey, James, Jimmy, Jim, come on, I’m breaking you out.”

Suddenly, realization seemed to hit. He backed away, shaking his head violently, his eyes went to the door as though terrified his ‘beloved fiancée’ would come through, terrified she’d see this, terrified she’d realize that he wasn’t alone.

“Fine, then I’ll kidnap you. I’ll return you by morning. If they find out, I’ll hold you ransom, okay? It’ll all be because I’m a thug and you come out smelling like a rose. Deal?”

She held out her hand for him to shake. He hesitated longer, “What do you want?”

The words came from a voice that hadn’t been used in who knows how long. But she didn’t let him see the sorrow she held for that. Pity sucked, “Just for you to play by my rules.”

He paused, looking at her hand, then up to study her face. Find her bluff. Find the trick. Her deal was tempting to him; she could tell he had a deep desperation to get out of that building. How long had he been trapped in there? But fear was holding him back. After a moment she saw his eyes narrow with resolve. He had nothing to lose. With a deep breath he reached out, taking her hand, “Deal. How did you find me?”

Her grin was genuine this time. She went to the window, “Don’t ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies. Just follow my steps,” she was already halfway out, starting to let herself down. Before her head dipped below the sill, she looked at the man who seemed to still be caught in a little bit of inner turmoil, but the reasonable side of the turmoil appeared to be losing satisfactorily.

“If I’m the princess then, does that make you a prince?”

“Prince?” her nose scrunched, “Too many rules. How about I’m the handsome rogue? You okay with handsome rogues?”

He feigned thought on the matter before returning with a smile, “I think that’s okay.”

“He does smile!” She let herself return his faked thought with her own acted surprise. “Looks good on you. Now let’s get out of here. We got a lot to do and an itty bitty time to do it!”

#fatethatbinds #{my writings}#{rebloggable}#pokemon fanfiction #team rocket fanfiction #musashi #kojiro #team rocket #pokemon fanfic #((but really I do love Rapunzel like I have so many renditions of the fairy tale #old vhs and old books and such))

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