#sorry for the late reply unu

[chirpycloudyrobin]

Does WWX still have the scars from Zidian and the Wen brand on his true form in the ghost king au?

Cause if so, he and LWJ would have matching scars, right? At the same time?

Cause the scars have so much symbolism for their bond that I can't even properly put it into words.

Just, stories laid out permanently on the skin of your beloved and knowing you match? The shared pain and history written in flesh and blood and pain but knowing that no matter who else should happen to see or know only you and them can properly know what it all means?

I don't know, there is just something so beautiful in that level of seeing and being seen. Of understanding and being understood.

And now I'm just imagining the first time the both of them actually see the others scars in their entirety and just... There are going to be so many emotions for these two. Just, so, many, emotions.

And now I'm also imagining LWJ seeing WWX true ghost king form for the first time...

Well they're both in for one hell of a ride. They best be holding on to each other all throughout it. Though I doubt LWJ will be letting go of WWX at this stage.

hi ~ sorry for replying so late lmao life has been UEHTGHFJDH

but to answer ur question : yes, he still has scars from zidian :> i dont think he still has the wen brand tho. or maybe the wen brand may just be a bit more faded like it had years to heal over. my reasoning for this is that zidian is a high-grade spiritual weapon that can canonically affect the spirit (since it can literally yeet a spirit possessing another's body), while the wen brand was done by what i believe was just regular branding iron

his zidian scars from his old physical body has been "translated" into his new body almost completely, as if zidian had left imprints of its lightning onto wwx's soul itself. i feel it'd be a combination of zidian being a high-grade spiritual weapon and wwx getting whipped often enough that made the scars carry over to wwx's new ghost body. maybe his change into a ghost healed the wen brand a little bit but it still remains bc wwx sees it as a reminder of him staying true to his morals

and honestly youre 100% right ! wangxian's scars carry so much of their stories individually that it'd feel wrong to just handwave them away. i genuinely cannot wait to write them seeing each other's scars again ;v;

in the AU wwx is still pretty much looking straight ahead. he knows something is up w lwj but he has more stuff in his plate than in canon so itll take him a while to pause and look closer unu but best believe this time lwj genuinely wants to help and support him, and lwj will definitely not be letting go of wwx if he can help it uwu

[filthyjanuary]

don’t take this the wrong way but.....wait are you straight?

i am not taking this the wrong way as i know on this website i’m a rarity but yes swfreggfdswdf

[cherubsoda]

7 & 8 for u and xanxus?

Hi i suck ,, at replying my bad im horrible at answering  these things bc uwu self indulgent but thank you for the ask!  heres a shitty bitch that i didnt want to fix

7) Who tends to get more flustered over things?

ahsdfkf imagine him getting flustered over something fr that’d be the fuckin day, it’s definitely me! he could make that stupid laugh or say something stupid and i would feel 1st 2nd and 3rd hand embarrassment for the guy. the one shit thing about me is that i can get uwus in the middle of anything so like you know that video of that guy holding that lady’s hand? 

that’s it, that’s the relationship. 

PLUS if i say something embarrassing it’s just gonna end badly for me but also imagine:

me: who’s my baby boy

him: ….

him: me.

im kidding he’d never

8) Who’s the bigger tease?

perhaps i will tease him for his fat forehead u.u im kidding ill smooch it i made fun of it so much he grew it out zsdfahgs. but i guess him?? going for a low blow - literally! the height difference babey!! also i look like a baby, there’s a lot he could make fun of honestly (not like,,, actual shit to offend me but also maybe on accident?). He’s just there like “you gonna cry? piss your pants maybe? maybe shit and cum?”

i guess a bit off topic, im pretty snarky (if that counts as a tease :/)- which is honestly the only way i could stand out to him - so like we could go back and forth with almost, mean or playfully dirty shit and its like hAA OK good one bUT-

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

One for the Money [Chapter One] Rolling Star [Asakura Hao]

A/n: characters are aged up and the story is a mafia AU.

Ameyuri rushed down the main street of Tokyo City in a desperate final attempt to take the bus on time. She was running late for work again, with the icy autumn breeze putting a damper to a previously failed attempt at keeping her long hair tied back.

After the third attempt to slide a headband into her tangled ringlets, she huffed in frustration and tossed it into her bag. The odds and ends of her work attire would have to wait until later, at least until Ame left the city limits.

She was highly anxious by the first few hours of her day. The overseer of the hot spring where she worked required her to be at hand early. And Ame, poor sweet Ame … well she tried very hard to do just that, but the city life wouldn’t allow her a single moment of rest.

Like now, for instance.

She let out a groan of irritation and stepped cautiously through a cluster of people in her way. They were on the sidewalk, observing something across the street police officers in crisp black uniforms were dividing off with caution tape. Another arson she assumed – the air smelt like smoke and burned hair; the fourth this month. Ame ignored it, but a comment someone made brought her frantic pace to a sudden halt.

“Did you hear the bus was delayed by a few hours?”

Ame fell into a crowd of junior high students and listened for more information, taking the time to comb through her matted hair.

A teen wearing messy buns was the first to reply.

“What now?”

She stomped her heeled foot in aggravation.

“Another gang-related incident.”

Snorting, she crossed her arms. “Go figure.”

“The building was a rumored hot spot for gang-related activity. My father works with the IPS, and I heard from him that it was a mess.” A male student shivered. “At least ten bodies were found – maybe more – burned alive. The gang attacked was the one with the gold pyramid; you know the one.”

The YVS. Ame frowned; she had read about them in the paper. Rumors were that their leader came into wealth at a young age and practically bought the entire police station. Most of Tokyo City belonged to them. Whether there was any truth to this claim, Ame wasn’t for sure, but now, nearly a handful of them was rumored to be dead. Coincidence, perhaps, but Ame didn’t think so.

She huffed in aggravation and decided that she had wasted enough time. Tamao was going to kill her, quite literally maybe. Ame proceeded towards the subway station. She walked fast, nearly there, and rounded the corner to the escalators when she was side-swept and knocked to the ground with a thump. Her belongings fell from her bag and scattered across the floor.

“Damn it to hell.”

The words spewed from her mouth in standard German, echoing off the walls. Red eyes shot a look of irritation at the tall, muscular man that side-swept her.

He wore all black and carried a bible in the front pocket of his mantle. His cold, dark eyes stared at her from beneath the brim of his wide-shaded hat. Ame shivered and cast her eyes downwards.

“I’m so sorry.”

The man smiled. “Nothing to be sorry about.”

His nimble fingers scooped up her belongings from the floor and handed them back to her, watching as she accounted for the items. Ame frowned upon seeing the poor condition of her headband; a silver ornament had broken off.

“My apologies, young miss. I can pay for the damage I caused,” the tall man said with a grin.

Ame shook her head. “There’s no need to do that.”

The headband was a gift from a relative. It was cheap and had seen a lot of years, but no less unimportant to her. She chucked it into her bag and stood. Even at her height, Ame was several meters shorter than the man.

“Thank you for helping me out,” she said with a smile. “Most people would have kept on going.”

The man snorted. “It is no problem.”

He offered her his hand, and she took it.

“My name is Luchist Lasso.”

Ame hummed. “I’m Ameyuri Roth. It is a pleasure.”

Luchist knotted his brows. “Pardon me, but your surname is rather unusual for this region.”

“I’m from Germany, but my mother is Japanese. I came here to study medicine with my mentor,” she explained.

Luchist grinned. “I must admit, I am intrigued. Years ago, I moved to Japan from Italy, so it is nice to meet another foreigner.”

“Why move to Japan then? I mean, there has to be a reason for such a long-lasting decision as such,” she asked.

Realizing that it was none of her business, Ame gave him an apology.

“It’s a long story,” Luchist laughed.

She nodded her head. “Perhaps another time, then.”

Luchist agreed and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Nothing is under control, young one. What is meant to be always finds a way. If we are meant to meet again, we shall.”

Wise words.

Before she had time to speak, the subway anode announced the arrival of the train. Ame broke away from the tall man’s reach and began searching her bag for the extra yen to pay for the ticket. She was so caught up in the conversation that she had merely forgotten, and as luck would have it, Ame found just enough, but at the expense of having to go without lunch for the day.

“I have to go. But thank you for the help, and I hope we meet again.” She gave him a careless bow and took her spot on the escalators. As she went down to the underground terminal, she heard Luchist bellow over the crowd.

“And we shall meet again, my child.”

--

Luchist thought anxiously to himself, taking the stairs to his transitory apartment in the Minami district of Ikebukuro. His mind was set on Ameyuri Roth, young and naïve but rather charming Miss Roth. She had no idea that he had been watching her. Three long months and not even a single suspicion. Most certainly naïve. Or maybe the girl had been so focused on her daily life that she merely chose to ignore the tall man. Luchist didn’t seem to think so. He laughed at the notion of her closing her eyes to his being there. Ameyuri Roth certainly intrigued him, of what reason, he wasn’t sure. Could it be her innocence to true justice? Luchist thought not, but then, what brought her to the attention of his master? Hao would have the answers, and Luchist was eager to know. He pulled his wide-shaped hat from his head and entered the apartment.

Silence met his ears. Not a soul is home. He hummed and shed his mantle, leaving it by the door. His shoes soon followed.

With a newspaper and his bible between his arms, Luchist stepped into the living room. Not a soul was watching the television or greeting him humbly as he passed through. Luchist tried the first bedroom, but out of all the futons linked side by side across the floor, all were empty. He shut the paper room divider with a sigh and moved to the fourth and final room, the bedroom of his master. The middle rooms as he passed were wide open, they were no more than extra space with the gang’s few belongings thrown about, but he took the time to close them before halting at the door at the end of the hall.

“I’ve returned.” His knuckles rapped gently on the frame. Hao’s voice came a second later, allowing him entrance, to which he stumbled on the head of household resting at a low, wooden stand in front of the balcony window. Luchist stopped at the table, sliding between Hao and the newspaper. “It appears that we have made the front page this time.”

 “I had assumed as much.” He ignored the weekly edition and rested his head against his fist. “What of the girl? Have you met with her yet?”

“I met her, yes. She is quite charming,” Luchist admitted, laying down the silver, hewn ornate he had swiped from her. His timid look toward Hao was paid off with a polite smile. Hao was pleased with least, but the tall man being instead on edge, down to the severe burnings, a trademark of the Hoshi-gumi that could quickly pinpoint Hao as the guilty party. And Luchist being well, overprotective of his master, feared a head-on retaliation.

Hao, on the other hand, appeared to be calm as usual. He fingered the star-shaped jewel with a diverted smile on his face. “You have something on your mind; then I would advise you to speak it.”

Luchist did not hesitate, “The sidewalk lay lined in corpses. As I walked past, the police seemed to have the situation taken care of, but news spreads fast. The YVS is sure to make a move against us, and quickly I assume.” Luchist peered at him from over the table.

Hao was quiet. He struck a match and set the newsprint on fire. “The YVS is certain to come after us now that they know it was I who burned down their investment, but Yosuke is an idiot. He thinks wealth will help him win this war, but without power, he will have nothing.”

Luchist didn’t miss the broad smile on his face at the remark; Hao was at peace even watching the bright flames consume the paper on his table. “You seem content.” Choosing his words wisely, the former salesman stood and quickly cleaned the smoldering remains from the tabletop. Shame if the house were to burn down now of times. “Could it be that you are happy about the latter of the situation?”

“I got a little ahead of myself, I admit. A turf war with Yosuke is inevitable. I would have had the chance sooner or later of taking over Sunshine station and its add-ons, but I am not at all concerned with that state of affairs just yet.” Hao smiled at his words. The ornate flickered in his hand at Luchist like a beacon.

“The girl?” Luchist looked for concern. “She is intriguing, but I don’t see a reason to involve her in your affairs now.”

“You catch a mouse only by baiting a trap,” Hao spoke with simple words, but Luchist knew more than enough to believe that he thought it would be easy. Support, Hao needed it. People to follow him, people to fear him. He wanted the territory to own, Tokyo beneath his thumb, but to what reason, Luchist didn’t know.

The priest didn’t care either way. He no longer could contain his smile. “I shall inform the Hana-gumi to make the preparations.”

“No need. I’ll do it myself.” Hao hid the star away and stood; his follower walked behind him. Luchist tailed him from the sleeping quarters to the next room and stood at the opening.

The room was simple: a writing table and some chairs to fill the extra space. A few bookshelves covered the stark white walls and, in the corner, stood a single primary lock safe. Hao rarely used the room other than to keep up with his expenses, though Luchist would concede that he had been more likely to be seen doing the job instead of his master. Still, he kept his respect and waited for Hao to return.

Seconds later, he brought with him a case of what Luchist knew to be Japanese yen. His lips peeled back into a smile. “Such a generous donation.”

Hao handed Luchist the case. “I’m a tolerant man when need be. Take the money to the inn, and I will meet with you after I have finished my business with the Tsuchi-gumi.”

He could not mistake the expression of happiness on his face. “The reason this time?”

“I am just simply happy,” he stated. “I finally have a good reason to visit my little brother.”

[wizardessheart-sideb]

When my alarm went off, I was tired, but excited. That weird shaky feeling that comes from too little sleep mingled with excitement as I pulled on the Night Class uniform and got ready for my day. And it didn’t go away as I made my way to classes. Sure, it’d gone away for a little bit when I met my other suite mates, Aika and Dorian, but as soon as I stepped out of our suite, it came back. As I got to campus, I read my class info off my inanimate Acceptance Letter.  Room 3-A… Here it is!

I opened the door to see most everyone was already there. And with good reason. The late bell rang and I flung myself into a seat between a boy with purple hair and a girl with bright green curls. At the front of the classroom there were four people. One was a guy a bit older than me with striking blue hair. Maybe one of the Prefects? Beside him were a woman and two girls that looked my age. The girl with curly brown hair and haphazardly-worn uniform looked older, but the one with silver pigtails looked younger. Unlike the other girl, her uniform was in perfect order. The bell rang and the guy started clapped his hands.

“All right, listen up,” he announced. “Today we’re having a guest lecturer and I expect all of you to behave. You’ll be having this special class instead of our usual homeroom for the next couple weeks since you’re all giving Rex and me trouble. Behave.” So that’s Prefect Nox. He gave us a stern look before leaving. The woman just laughed and gave us all a warm smile.

“That’s a way to start class,” she commented. “Hello, everyone! How are we feeling this evening besides vaguely threatened?”

Only the boy next to me and I replied, saying we were okay.

“Well, I’m glad you two are good. I’m gonna guess everyone’s a little tired?” she asked. The girl next to me nodded. “That’s fine. This is an early class for you guys. I get it. Well, I’m just going to go ahead. I’m Dr. Theresa. Some of you are probably familiar with mine and my husband’s business. Or you may know my daughters, Opal and Ruby.” The older one waved and smiled. Her sister copied her, albeit she was a little stiff and didn’t make eye contact. The girl next to me raised her hand.

“Are you a real doctor?” she asked.

“I am!” Dr. Theresa replied. “I went to med school and now I’m a practicing gynecologist. I’d like a doctorate in human sexuality as well, but I’m not keen on the idea of going back to school. I think we can all agree school’s a little draining.” Huh? She’s a gynecologist? Human sexuality?

The pieces fell into place in my mind and my cheeks flared with color.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

“My doctorate may not be in human sexuality,” Dr. Theresa continued. “But I’m more than qualified to teach you all about sex education!”

OH NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! I want to learn magic! Not about sex!

“Ruby, please hand out the syllabus. We’ll go over that today and then we’ll get started with anatomy.”

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

Even though Dr. Theresa was nice, she set the tone for today.  I wasn’t as ready as I thought I’d be. I struggled with all my spells that day and classes were hard. But now our last class was done and it was time to go back to my dorm. I’ve really bit off more than I can chew, haven’t I? But at least I’m not Fandamilia… I looked to the girl next to me. She’d been acting funny since Dr. Theresa’s lecture. Maybe she’s new too?

“Hey, uh, Fandamilia, right?” I spoke up. She perked up, looking confused.

“Huh? Were you talking?” she asked.

“No, I just called you. Um, are you okay?” I inquired. Immediately her demeanor changed, from confused and tired to looking perky and smiling widely. To be honest, something about it struck me as weird.

“Oh, yeah I’m fine! We just learned a lot today,” she replied.

“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting a sex ed lecture this morning.”

“Me too! Sex is so gross, I can’t believe people want to have it,” she shuddered.

“It’s a problem. I’m surprised they waited until now to have that class. We needed it at the beginning of the year. I guess they wanted to wait until we got our transfer students here.” The dude with bad vibes that sat by Fandamilia spoke up. He looked over to me and my neighbor, Tsukasa.

“Well, we might as well all learn it at the same time,” Tsukasa shrugged.

“I’d prefer to just. Not,” Fandamilia said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. She slumped in her chair. The guy with bad vibes looked a little uncomfortable as he stood up, grabbing Fandamilia’s arm.

“Come on, Millie. Let’s go to the Night Cafe and get something to eat,” he said. The Night Cafe? Isabelle told me about that last night. To be honest, I could really go for a snack...

“That’s a great idea, Viggo! Let’s go!” Again, she perked up almost immediately, shoving her things into her backpack. “You guys should come too!” she added, looking from me to Tsukasa.

“Sure, I’ll come along,” he said.

“I’ll come too!” I said. Viggo frowned as we got up, but I tried to ignore it. After all, this was going to be fun! I would go and have some food with my classmates and we’d become friends. This could save the day!

The Night Cafe looked like a run of the mill pub. A few other students were in there. A few were in duos, but most were sitting and snacking alone. Fandamilia slid into a booth and eagerly knocked on the table. A drink that looked like muddy water appeared in front of her and she immediately got started on it. Viggo grimaced as he slid into the seat next to her.

“Pace yourself, Millie,” Viggo told her. He knocked on the table and a glass of water appeared. He pushed it towards her.

“Uh, how did you do that?” Tsukasa asked.

“Oh, right. That’s how you order. Just think of whatever drink or snack you want and knock on the table!” Fandamilia told us. Huh. Okay. I thought of a milkshake and knocked. In an instant, a lavish milkshake appeared before me.

“That’s cool!” Tsukasa said. He knocked and a sundae appeared in front of him. His face lit up and he immediately dug in. Viggo ordered a glass of water and a sandwich and pushed them towards Fandamilia. “How’s your milkshake?”

“It’s great! How’s your sundae?” I asked back.

“It’s good!” he said, nodding enthusiastically.

“Great, there you are!” An unfamiliar voice spoke up. I looked up to see a tall guy with periwinkle hair come sauntering over to us. Fandamilia squealed, bouncing in her seat. Viggo tensed, lips pursing into a thin line.

“Zeus! You came to see me?!” I could hear her being starstruck in her voice. I couldn’t blame her. The dude was pretty hot.

“Nah, I’m here for the newbies,” he said. Her smile changed into something that struck fear into my heart. Okay, you know what, never mind. He’s not as hot as I thought he was.

“Oh,” she replied softly.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Tsukasa spoke up. He introduced me before adding on, “And I’m Tsukasa.”

“I know who you are. Come with me,” Zeus motioned for us to follow him.

“Is it urgent?” I asked. I mean, of course I’d go with him, but I’d like to finish my milkshake first.

“Very urgent,” he replied with a wide grin that didn’t instill confidence in me.

“What’s going on?” Tsukasa asked.

“You’re going to become real Night Class students!” Zeus told us.

“Uh… We’re undergoing our Trial already?” Panic started to settle in. I thought I had thirteen days! Why was this happening now?!

“No! Man, you guys are slow on the uptake. You have do some tasks to prove you’re brave enough to be in the Night Class,” Zeus said with a slight pout.

“You’re hazing them?” Fandamilia asked.

“No!”

“That’s exactly what it is,” Viggo spoke up, reaching over and taking a swig of Fandamilia’s drink. He wrinkled his nose a bit as it went down.

“Why do you want to haze them? We’re all Unus students,” Fandamilia asked.

“We were hazed, so they should be too.” Fandamilia’s strained smile slipped off her face in a second, a look of anger replacing it.

“That’s terrible! … I, oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that!” If she didn’t look so terrified and if Zeus wasn’t pissing me off, I’d think it was funny how many face journeys she was going on. Now she looked distraught, large amethyst eyes pleading with Zeus, who just looked irritated.

“Well, clearly you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have said it,” he told her and she shrunk in her seat even more.

“I-I just, um, I mean, just because we were humiliated doesn’t mean they have to be too. Wouldn’t you rather save them from that pain?”

“No,” he answered. Fandamilia’s knuckles were white as she gripped the water Viggo got her. I was worried she was going to break it.

“That’s so selfish! You shouldn’t want that!” she exploded.

“Why not? Scaring people’s pretty funny.” Now Zeus just looked confused as Fandamilia glared at him.

“No it’s not!” she shouted. He rolled his eyes and although I hadn’t known Fandamilia for long, I was ready to die defending her.

“Ugh, it’s not a big deal! Can’t you just shut up about it?” he demanded. Fandamilia’s eyes were full of tears and rage burned inside me.

“Hey, you know what? Fine. I’ll undergo the hazing if you leave us alone,” I spoke up. I already know he wants to scare me. To test me. Let’s see how well he deals with me passing his stupid test AND using my special magic to get back at him. Fandamilia was in tears because of this guy and I wasn’t about to let him get away with it. He grinned and grabbed my arm, hauling me to my feet.

The walk out of the Night Class was short and pretty easy. Zeus and I stood at the edge of a dark forest. It was a little creepy, but I was too mad to worry about what lurked in the shadows.

“So, what’s my challenge?” I asked.

“I hid a lantern in the forest. It’s gold and shaped like a sphere Go get it,” he instructed. “You have thirty minutes.”

“And if I don’t make it in time?” He grinned.

“You’ll find out.” I knew I’d make it in less time. “Your time starts now!” I walked into the forest, determined to get away from Zeus before I asked the animals where the lantern was. But how to have my revenge? Maybe I should wait the full time and then scream, and once he comes in to save me, I have some birds dive bomb him, or something. Or maybe I could just hide behind a tree and scare him. I had a lot of options.

I walked along the path, looking for an animal to talk to. I couldn’t see Zeus anymore and now he wouldn’t be able to hear me cheating. The tall bushes by me rustled and I headed off the path ever so slightly to chat with the animal.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, but have you seen a lantern around here? It looks like a golden sphere,” I said as I got closer.

“I haven’t seen it, but I could make one for you.” I stepped back at the familiar voice. Zett appeared from behind the bushes, dressed in all black with that cool jacket I’d seen him in last time we met.

“Zett?!”

[wheres-everyone-going-bingo]

The new unus annus has me shook. Car sex with whichever ego you want, mark or Ethan, I'm just thirsty

Road Trip

Pairing: Mark x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing

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Mark and Ethan’s eyes were glued to the computer screen, watching the Unus Annus subscriber count. The time frame to get the specified number was coming to a close and it wasn’t very close to the goal. I heard the timer go off as the pair of men yelled, realising that they had not met their goal.

“Guess you’ll have to say bye bye to The Barrel Mark” Ethan told Mark as he hung his head and pretended to cry.

“But we had so many good memories together” He continued to fake cry, being over dramatic about it. Ethan patted his back, also pretending to be sad.

————-

“Y/N we regret to inform you of the tragedy that has occurred” Ethan announced, entering the room that I was sitting in. I tilted my head, knowing they weren’t serious, but curious as to what could of happened

“The Barrel-“ Mark pretending to choke on his words, clutching his chest “The Barrel, has-has to die” He let out a fake cry, burying his head in my chest

“Uh Okay?” I replied, patting the badly acting Mark on the back “I’m sorry for your loss?” I comforted, as a giggle came from Mark who couldn’t contain his laughter any longer.

“Yeah so, we’re going to smash The Barrel, if that’s okay with you?” Mark asked, pulling his head back from my chest

“I’m fine with it, it’s your van Mark” I responded, Ethan fist pumping the air at the idea that he gets to wreck a van with a bat. I chuckled at the antics of the two friends in the room. “Just please don’t cook anything with a dildo again” I asked, not wanting to have to be subjected to those horrors once more.

Mark and I were now driving down a long stretch of road, in the middle of nowhere, to get The Barrel to its destination, where we planned to destroy it.

“We’re getting an Uber home so remember to get all your stuff out of here, alright?” I reminded Mark as he nodded. He had been unusually quiet during the drive, but I just chalked it up to him thinking of jokes to make during the video. However that theory didn’t explain his continuous fidgeting. He just wouldn’t stay still, which wasn’t normal for him. “Hey Mark, are you okay?” I questioned him, giving him a side glance, turning my eyes back to the road. Mark jumped a bit, as if he was so deep in his thoughts he forgot where he was.

“What’d you say?”

“I asked if you were okay”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine” He didn’t seem convincing at all

“Mark, you’re not, what’s wrong?” I could feel his eyes focusing on my face.

I almost crashed the van when I felt his hand place itself on my crotch. My grip on the steering wheel got tighter as Mark started to rub me through my jeans.

“Fuck, Mark, I’m driving” I tried to reason with him, forcing myself to focus on the road.

“Pull over then” He replied, not halting his hand movements. I obliged and found a place to park the van.

Almost as soon as the van’s engine was turned off Mark sprang from his seat. He positioned himself in my lap, grinding against me.

“Y/N, you look so fucking good right now, I couldn’t resist” He gripped my shoulders, rubbing against me even harder then before, obviously desperate. My hands found their way to Mark’s waist, grabbing it to keep him in place, the friction bringing us both pleasure.

“Mark, oh fuck, take off your pants” I said, as he lifted himself off of my lap, trying his best to get his jeans off in the awkward space. As he struggled with his clothing, I unbuckled my trousers, pulling them down to my ankles.

When Mark had finally managed to get his pants off, with my help, he lowered himself onto me. He threw his head back, letting out a moan. I bit my lip, watching Mark adjust to my cock.

“I’m ready, oh god, please move” He pleaded, raising himself up then sliding back down. I nodded, thrusting into him as he pushed himself down. The van was filled with moans and growls echoing off of the walls.

“Oh fuck, right there, right there Y/N!” Mark shouted as I hit his prostate, his nails digging into the skin of my shoulders. Mark let out a long low moan which evolved into him screaming my name as he reached his high. The feeling of him clenching around my cock, and the face he pulled as he orgasmed was enough to push me over the edge.

“Cheers for that” I chuckled at the half lidded mark as he hoisted himself off of my lap

“Shut up Y/N” he laughed back, giving me a weak punch in the arm as we both pulled our pants back on.

“You’re the one who’s going to have to explain to Ethan why we’re late” I told Mark, starting the engine up once more.

[ask-beel]

Hello my very precious moonlight it's your ☀️ again. Writing these messages for you has been fun, I hope they have been bringing you joy. Remember that even if your buisy I love you and that I'm always happy to talk to you!

XXX sunshine

[ Sorry for the late reply! unu

Always remember that I care for you a lot, despite being in and out here a lot. ❤️ Always take care of yourself well. You're always loved.}

[unu-nunu-art]

Pale. Template. Unu. Whoever is going to answer this. I want to give you a cookie. I mean, specifically, a c o o k i e . Biscuit. With a sugar. Lot of sugar. Just a cookie. For all your work, your art, your willing to live. I know it’s late, it’s 2 am, but oh my god, I wanna give you a cookie. Or a whole jar of cookies. I want to give you a cookie planet. I sound like a weirdo, I’m sorry.

Sometimes I get really really sweet and amazing asks and comments and I don’t reply to them because I am always like “this is so nice! I wanna doodle something as response!” but then more asks roll in and I can’t really respond properly. So whenever you have left a nice ask in my inbox and I didn’t respond, it’s usually because of that. My sorry brain can’t handle kindness. But be sure that I read every single one of them, and they all made me smile. Thank you everyone ♥

[creativekinn]

Um pardon me for asking, but what other fandoms are you currently into besides the ones you listed in that post?

Hello sorry for the late reply, I'll list some below. If you have a particular fandom one of us mods can research. We don't mind!

Attack on Titan

Gravity Falls

Owl House

Dsmp

Black Butler

Heartstopper

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel

Harry Potter

Unus Anus (I think it's spelt)

Supernatural (up to season 12 sorry folks not finished yet)

Steven universe

Avatar: The last Airbender

Big Hero 6

- Fae

[cosyhospital]

(2/2🐀) • do you reblog posts from cglre/littlespace/ddlg/abdl-type-kink blogs, or post content that fits those categories? * h*ck no • do you agree to follow our rules as long as you’re a member? * h*ck yes • any notes? (e.g. please let me know if someone with the same illness as me joins) no, but this place seems cool. Also I really hope I haven’t done this wrong UnU

hi!! sorry for the late reply. we’d love to have you on our ward. welcome to cosyhospital! 🎈🎈🎈

[shiro-0197]

AHH Shiro that's so unfortunate, I really hope your headache is better now, maybe some rest will do you good, and I hope you're staying hydrated?? I just came back from hanging out with my friends, so don't worry about the late reply!! What's important is how you're feeling 🥺🥺 so take care okay? I love you so much 💖

FACTS!! but here, it's our teacher that's always so angsty/mad, and she keeps complaining about the club and scolding my members😭😭 when she literally has no idea what's going on, it's hilarious, but also kinda annoying 😔 like ma'am I do all ur paperwork why are u even complaining?¿

that's such a sweet story, you guys really hit it off, I'm glad you somehow sat close to her that day! x) I'm honoured too, because I think we have a really good connection💖💖✨ and I love you so much (I really don't think I'll ever stop saying it >:)

I TOLD MY FRIEND ABOUT YOU TODAYYYYYY just before we said goodbye. Everyone else had gone back and it was just us so we walked to a coffee shop to be alone. She thinks you're really nice too, and she asked me to say "thank you" for calling her amazing xD

AJSKSJSKS typos and autocorrect are the worst combination, they always end up weird 😭😭 tho you sound like such an adorable senpai akdjsksk he's lucky to have you, as you are to have him :) aaah maybe I'll drop him a follow on Instagram (since I use it more than Tumblr) but he might think that's so random so we'll see xD mine's @/princessofbusan ,sorry if it seemed weird, but i just thought I'd let you know :)

ahhh no don't worry about it!! But wow the diaeresis just makes the word look quirky and cool (kinda reminds me of a smiley face, don't you think? ü)

you're cuter, I don't accept criticism, also yes, we're married already, I don't make the rules 💁💍

That's a really good plan!! I'll just make sure to get better at cooking before then 😶 but the first thing I'd do if we ever meet is give you a big ol' hug 💖

my day was wonderful. I hope yours is going better than earlier, and I'm sending you lots of love and good vibes !! ✨✨ You've got this, Shiro!!

Science pickup line to make you smile: When I'm thinking about you I undergo anaerobic respiration because baby, you take my breath away. ;)

—Ari

It got better, you don't have to worry, love<33 dont worry, I'm taking care of myself!! Kind of difficult to do so lately, but I'm doing fine. I love you as well, and I hope you're also taking care of yourself<33

Yeahhh, teachers are like that sometimes:// Like we know ure stressed but were also stressed give us a break😩

I'm also so glad!! I met so many wonderful people this year, even though it's been a horrible start of a new decade, all of the moments, even online, made it better:)

OHHHH that's pretty cool, now we both have friends who know about the other's existence heheheh!! Also your day sounds so fun, I hope it was~

Well, now you can be sure he recognizes you, cuz I've told him your account!! And were indeed really lucky to have each other, were literally the same but also so different ???? It's really nice. Like we got the same personality type & sexuality but I act like a horny shithead and he acts like a porn&sex resentful baby which is funny

True true, I sometimes use the Ü and Ű to creep my friends out hahejsjfhs, it looks like the "knowing look/smile" it's so funny

Well, IM the one who makes rules and the rules are that were married AND you are cuter🤩❗❗

Oh I would love to get a hug from you, shortcake😍😝💖 hehehe I'm jkjk I'm not stealing someone else's nickname, no matter how adorable it is~~

My day went surprisingly good after, I got a nice haircut and my head feels lighter cuz I havent had one in a while (mostly cuz the barbers were closed unu). I really love you and thank you for your messages and the science pun once more💞💓💓💞💗💗💕💕💖💗💖💗💖💗💓💞💕💖

[xme-reboot]

XME-Reboot

Chapter 45: Untouchable

Rogue’s powers go berserk and a new mutant gives the X-men a run for their money.

~~

"Okay so!"

It was another day and another training session in the danger room, the setting low as the New Mutants tried to find a stride. "We all have nicknames."

Rogue nodded, watching from above. "Uh-huh?" She replied.

"Iceman, Multiple."

"Riiiight."

"Even Augie, with Pulse! What I don't get is MY name." Alex rolled away from a blast, grimacing at it.

"What's not ta get?" Rogue asked.

"Havok? What kinda name is HAVOK?"

She could only smirk a little. "I'unno. Anyone wanna offer Havok some reasons for his codename?"

"'Cry havoc, and let slip,'" Jubilee released a volley of sparks, "'The dogs of war!'"

"You do pack a punch, dude," Augustus chuckled.

"Also you broke the danger room first day!" Jamie added.

Alex rubbed the back of his neck. "Sss.. Fair enough~?"

"I think it suits you," Augustus's eyes began to glow, and the lasers were shut off.

Alex faltered a moment. "A-ah yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah. Focus." Bobby urged him, giving Augustus a nod.

"Amara!" Jubilee called. The younger girl had been standing at the side, and jolted at the sudden attention. "You've got an opening, hurry!"

Grunting, Amara ran forward. Rogue watched, frowning slightly.

She couldn't help but feel some kinship for the girl, all things considered.

Amara ran as fast as she could. Walls rose up under her feet, making her stumble and have to jump. The goal was in sight, an illuminated pedestal amidst a swarm of obstacles. Amara started to blast the walls that rose up to block her, careful to--

Her foot caught, and she fell, hitting her chin hard on the floor. Her body acted on its own, flames suddenly covering her and firing from her outstretched arm.

"Oop!" Jamie skittered away, eyes wide.

Rogue stood quickly, ready to end the simulation if needed. "Ya alright?"

Amara tried to get up, but her heart was hammering and her limbs were shaking. The fire spread, becoming stronger. "I-I--!!"

"Alright, we're done!" Rogue calling, canning the simulation. "Breathe, Amara, it's okay!"

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm--!!" Amara couldn't bring the flames down. The new recruits hurried out of the Danger Room.

Rogue ran down herself, eyes wide and trying to remember what she was supposed to do. First things first, calm her down. "Amara, it's okay! Everyone's fine!" She called in.

Amara tried to control her breathing. The flames pulsed with her struggled breath. "I..." She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut tight. Slowly, the flames started to die down. "...I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." She assured, moving in once they'd died down enough. "You did better. Calmed yourself down."

Amara couldn't look at her. She stood shakily, flames still licking off her body. "I wouldn't call that 'better'."

"Baby steps, Amara." Rogue looked back to the rest of the group. "Take a break, all of you."

The group filed away. Discomfort was thick in the air, and the few who dared glance back at Amara seemed to regret it.

"Alright." Rogue started once they were alone. "Let's talk."

Amara grunted, "Okay...'

Rogue nodded, sitting and patting the spot beside her. "So. What do you think happened out there?"

"I-I...freaked out, I guess."

"Hmm..." Rogue nodded. "Powers can get pretty scary, huh?"

Amara nodded. "...I don't think I'm ever going to get the hang of this."

"Mm. Why not?"

A scoff. "You saw what happened."

"I did. ...I'm gonna tell you a secret. One that doesn't leave this room, okay?"

Amara paused. "O...Okay?"

"I'm scared of my powers too."

"...Oh," It was a little weird to hear her say that. Rogue always seemed to confident.

"I lost control of them once. It..." She gripped her arm a little tighter. "It was a bad scene."

Amara was quiet for a moment. "...And?"

"I got help. I still need help." She gave Amara a slight smile. "Like to think there's nothing wrong with that."

"I...see."

"You're a smart kid Amara. You can figure this out."

Amara twiddled a bit of her hair. She offered Rogue a small smile. "Thanks."

"You bet. If you want, we can work one on one."

"I'd like that!"

"Awesome. Ya free now or you wanna schedule something?"

"Um--" Amara looked around at the now ashy floor. "...Maybe later."

"Can't blame ya." A phone buzzed, Rogue perking. "...That for you?"

Amara jolted. "U-Uh!" She quickly glanced at the notification, "Yeah, I, uh...I better go."

Rogue looked over her a moment, more than a little amused. "Alright. I'll clean this up, don't worry about it."

Nodding, Amara quickly headed out. She paused to peek back in the door for a second, "Thank you."

"You bet. Go take yer text, we'll figure out a time later."

Amara hurried away, flipping through her phone. Her nose scrunched with new frustration. "Again.."

The messages were all pretty mundane, really.

Asking what she had for breakfast, how her day had been.

The issue was more in the sender.

Amara started typing a reply, "How did you get this number???" She'd asked this many times before.

"I can't make friends?"

The previous replies had been just as dodgy.

"WHY would you wanna make friends???" Amara replied exasperatedly.

"Why not? You're a cool chick. Well, a hot one but, you get the point."

"STOP"

"C'moooooooon. You could just give me a shot?" The was a pause.

"It's not like I have anyone around here to talk to."

Amara sighed loudly. She started to type out "Uuugh," but deleted it. "Whatever."

"Haha, nice. So seriously how ya doing this morning? Holdin up?"

"Fine."

"Good." A pause, then another message. "You got any good tunes? I need to mix it up."

Amara sighed, softer this time. "IDK What are you into?"

"Ah, ya know. Whatever. Shit I can dance to?"

She considered it a moment. "Mother Goose."

No, she would not explain who that was. It was a mystery that had to be solved.

There was a pause. "Do I get a hint?"

"Nope."

"A treasure hunt then. Alright, I can dig it!"

Amara chuckled a little, despite herself. "Cool. Lemme know what you think."

"Can do. Thanks."

Amara tucked her phone, silencing it before she got another text.

This was weird. Very, very weird.

Rogue rolled her neck, looking at what was left of the scorching on the floor. She liked to think she was making progress, at least with this.

"How's it comin'?" Augustus peeked his head in, whistling, "Looks like you're, uh...making progress."

"Somethin' like that. What'd you need?"

"Just thought I'd check up on you," Augustus stepped in, "Need any help?"

"Appreciate it. Get me a clean bucket, would ya?"

He gave a dramatic bow. "As you wish."

She sputtered a short laugh. "Thanks. Don't have to do this with your break."

"I know. But I want to."

"Well, I appreciate it. So!" She started, popping her back. "Imagine you're pretty settled in by now?"

He nodded. "Pretty much."

"Havin any problems?" Outside the obvious, of course.

Augustus shrugged, "Not really. I mean, it'd be nice to have some more control, but...'

"Ah...Yeah. I feel ya." She wished she could promise it would come with time, but.. well.

"...Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Hrm?" Rogue paused, looking over him.

"To be in control."

"Hmm... Yeah. But hey, bright side. you've made a lot of progress already."

Augustus stared at her for a few seconds, his face unreadable. Then, he smiled, and said, "Heh, well! I have some good teachers."

"Shoot~ Yer a little flatterer, ain't ya?" She asked with a chuckle.

"Me~?" Augustus moved past her. For the briefest moment, it felt like his hand brushed hers, but...it was so fleeting. She paused a moment, glancing at him.

But the contact had been so brief, she had to doubt it was even there... and there was no reason to embarrass him, especially if he hadn't. "You." She replied, popping her back. "Alright... Think we're about good. Wanna grab lunch?"  

"Yeah, I'm starving!"

"Oh yeah? Well damn, guess we'd better feed ya then." She waved him along. "Can't have you fade away on us."

Augustus chuckled. "You really are a superhero..."

"Ppfft what? Don't be so dramatic man~"

He laughed. "What can I say? I have a flair for it."

"Apparently!"

They walked along quickly, Rogue rolling her neck. "So what are you in the mood for?"

"Aah, I'm not picky."

"That narrows it down." She chuckled, rolling her shoulder next. "Right. Let’s get to work."

She wouldn't be the only one.

Miles away, on the Island of Genosha, Gambit found himself before Magneto's door. He found himself here a lot, lately.

But he decided to take that as a good thing, knuckles rapping against the solid metal.

The door opened. "Gambit."

"You wanted to see me, Boss?"

Magneto didn't waste time with small talk. "I have a very important extraction for you."

"Sure boss. Where am I goin?"

"Chicago. We've located a mutant who is, apparently, untouchable."

Gambit perked at that. "Ya don't say... Well. Guess I'd better go introduce myself, ah?"

"Indeed." Magneto replied, "We could use an immovable object at our disposal."

Gambit smirked. "I guess havin' Juggernaut charge him to see how immovable is out of the question?"

"Just be sure to get this one this time."

Gambit raised his hands, only a bit defensively. "A'course, boss. Consider it done."

"I will expect it done."

"A'course, boss. Anything else?"

"No." Magneto turned the page in the folder he was reading.

"Alright. I'll be off then." He said, turning on a heel. "Chicago... Of all the places for a fighter to be."

~~~

"YOU ALL CAME FOR A SHOW, YEAH?" In Chicago, a bat would be clanged against the bars by a young, muscular man.

He would get a group shout in return. "WHAT WAS THAT WEAK SHIT? C'MON, I WANT AN ANSWER!!"

Gambit was honestly impressed by the roar he managed to incite.

Another fighter entered the cage. The crowd went even crazier.

Well this worked out quite nicely; better than having to test the kid himself.

"OOOHOHOHO," Unus cackled, rolling his neck. He set his bat aside, cracking his knuckles. "Don't even NEED the swatter fer you!"

"Yer gonna want it, ya little shit!" The bear of a man launched himself at him,

Unus wouldn't even have to move to knock the man away. And it was a forceful knock back to boot, sending the man head over heels. The man was certainly stunned, but only for a few moments. Wheezing a curse, he stumbled back to his feet.

Unus taunted him, "Man, really? Was that your BEST go at this? That was just sad."

"C'MERE!" A punch was swung.

It would stop dead, Unus giving an exaggerated yawn. "Ya finished warming up?"

"Wha...What the FUCK?!"

"I'm the UNTOUCHABLE Unus, ya dingle." He replied, slamming a punch into the man.

The fighter staggered back, utterly dazed.

"Looks like YOU ain't untouchable though!" He cackled, rolling his neck. "You wanna try again? Every shot's a free one! Well, mostly."

The fighter lunged drunkenly, but not for Unus. He picked the discarded bat up from off the floor and sent it hurtling down right onto Unus's head.

It just...stopped. Unus' smirk suddenly vanished. "Ay, AY! NOBODY. BUT NOBODY." He would crack a punch into the man. "TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!"

With that, the fight was over. Bells sounded, and the crowd roared as the fighter crumpled before the young man’s feet.

Unus cackled, grabbing his bat back up. 'THAT'S RIGHT!!" He called, cackling. "Anyone else want some!?"

Gambit smirked. Oh yeah. They had to have this kid.

And so it was that, after the whole shebang was over, Gambit found himself in the back, slipping past security.

Unus was posturing in his jacket, a black and gold trimmed thing. He'd pulled a shirt on to boot, his 'swatter' over one shoulder. "Lookin' damn good, champ~" He snickered to his reflection, jolting when he noticed Gambit slipping in. "Wh-"

"Easy Mr. Untouchable~ I'm with... well let's call him a potential friend."

Unus would turn, glowering down at the other man.

Gambit didn’t let it faze him. "Oof. That's a sour face. Come all this way for Magneto himself, and that's what yer gonna give me?"

There was a sudden pause.

"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

That... had not been what he had expected.

"You're with MAGNETO!? Holy shit, wait." He paused, waggling his bat Gambit's way. "Aaah man we goin' to Genosha?"

"...I mean." Gambit smirked, giving a half shrug.

"Well damn, Creampuff!" He grabbed a duffle bag. "Spit that shit out sooner!"

Okay. Alright, he HAD to put this enthusiasm to work. "I mean. First, you gotta pass a lil test."

Unus paused. He gave Gambit a way, wry grin. "Bring it on."

~~

"So, ya know. We're kinda similar issue wise but her powers are a bit more uh. Volatile. Wanna help her out, but I ain't sure where to start." Rogue was, currently, having girl time with Kitty.

"I mean, Fred and Jean like to meditate. Maybe get her into that?" Kitty grimaced as she did battle with a tenacious knot in her hair, "A lot of powers are tied into, like, your mental state."

"Fair enough. I think it's like.. she thinks somethin' will go wrong, so when anything does she just... She psychs herself out, I think?" Rogue huffed. "So maybe, if I can, just get her meditatin' and have something go right for her?"

"Ouch. See, there ya go!" Kitty prevailed over the insidious knot, and started to redo her ponytail. "You're a genius!"

"Pft." Rogue snickered. "Dunno if I'd say THAT. But thanks."

Their break would suddenly be broken by Jean knocking the door. "Kitty, Rogue! Professor wants us!"

Kitty sighed. "We know what THAT means."

"We do. But it needs to be done."

Rogue sighed heavily, moving to a stand. "We're comin'..."

It wasn't long before a team was assembled. The mission was a typical, high stakes- a mutant causing mayhem.

"Don't know why they keep doing this." Jean was saying. "As if people aren't scared enough."

"Some people just react to fear with fear," Evan replied, "And some...well. Some just wanna take advantage of it."

"Sounds like the latter, in this case." Rogue said. "Robbin’ a bank? Come on now."

Evan offered his friends a smirk, "Nothing we can't handle, right?"

"Of course not." Jean chuckled, setting a course to Chicago.

Unus would have a suitcase of money and be standing before the Bank, a shot suddenly ringing out. "That was a warning, mutant! Put the money down and your hands up, no funny business either!"

He grinned, long and wry. "Or WHAT?"

That did it. Several officers suddenly fired upon him. A few started to stop when, to their horror, the bullets just dropped meekly at Unus's feet.

"HAH!" He cackled, bat over one shoulder. "How did I know~? Man, at this rate, I'm a shoe in!"

Some continued to fire, perhaps in the vain hope that one was bound to hit. Other officers fell back, and one foolishly brave policeman decided to try and go at him with her baton.

"Last mistake, lady!" He told her, swinging down.

It would suddenly pause, his hand shaking against the sudden force on his bat. "Wha-"

"That's ENOUGH." Jean told him, coming upon the scene, hair lifted slightly. It was taking a surprising amount to hold the bat in place.

Evan, spiky as ever, fired a few projectiles to try and pin Unus by the pants.

When they fell limply, he was perturbed. "Ooo..kay."

Rogue would blast Scott's eye beams at Unus. Shouts went up as they ricocheted back, digging into the concrete of the bank's entrance pillars. "Oh you gotta be KIDDING! Jean!"

"I... I can't get a read on him." She realized. "It's like he's not THERE!"

"HAH! Holy shit, this is what he wanted me to prove myself too? Geesh, come ON~~"

"Alright," Evan ran forward, firing into the ground around Unus, "Different approach!"

Unus didn't even flinch, head tilting slightly. "The fuck is this?"

Soon he was entirely encircled. "A cage."

"...Oh." Unus looked around. "Oh that's. That's some real craftsmanship my guy!" He said, giving his bat a waggle. "It's a shame I gotta break it."

And break it he did, spikes splintering and falling to pieces.

He was slightly stronger than Evan had anticipated. He tried to keep up, putting up new spikes where old ones fell, but there was only so much Evan could do on his own.

Jean was holding Unus back as much as she could, but she was starting to feel some crowd control would soon be in order. Rogue grunted, fists clenched. There wasn't much choice... "Evan!" She called, glove coming off. "Give me a hit, just a short one!"

"Uh- okay!" Evan quickly released a line of spikes before he took a step back towards her.

They would be fine! This would be fine! What happened before was a fluke, it wouldn't happen again. She wouldn't let it.

Rogue had barely registered she and Evan had made contact until spikes tore through her suit, Evan's immediate thoughts rushing through her head.

--cops are scared we gotta be quick.

Evan had to shake himself. "HOO. Okay."

"Y-Yeah." She agreed, shooting spikes from her hand.

"Oh!" Unus grinned, pausing in his smacking. "Man, y'all got some fancy powers!" He told them, smirking suddenly before slamming his bat into the spikes around him. "But nothin' as good as what I got!"

"Just keep 'em coming," Evan told her, "He'll tire himself out eventually."

"Y-yeah! Right!"

"Oh WILL I? Y'all ain't landed a single hit! I'm Unus the UNTOUCHABLE!" Jean would grab his bat again, having failed to lift Unus himself. "And ain't NOTHIN’!" He growled, area around him suddenly cratering. Jean flinched as he tore the bat from her grasp with.. whatever he did, the spikes around him shattering.

Onlookers cried out in fear. In reflex, one officer fired a shot at Unus, one that whizzed by the X-men dangerously close.

Rogue jerked, stumbling back. Her heart raced, and she jerked, spikes up along her arm suddenly growing almost overtaking it.

"Whoa!" Unus stepped back, whatever force he'd exerted back to normal levels. "Holy SHIT lady!"

Evan had had a similar reaction, but he was able to maintain control. "Rogue!"

Rogue, unused to Evan’s powers and mind racing, was not okay. Spikes sprouted along her back, which only added to it. She tried to pull them back in, eyes widening and heart racing when they refused to budge. "E-Evan!"

Unus made a run for it. "And that's my cue to go folks! Been fun!"

Jean jerked her gaze away from Rogue, suddenly torn.

Evan wasn't. He kept by Rogue, "You're okay, just..."

The police and other onlookers watched in horror. Quickly, a gun was raised.

That brought Jean back to them, standing between the spiked mutants and the crowd. "We need to go. This is out of control."

"I-I'm sorry-"

"Not your fault. It's okay Rogue."

"Keep a shield on us," Evan told her. He took Rogue's arm and quickly led her away. "Just breathe, Rogue, it's okay."

"The-They won't STOP!" She replied, spikes sprouting along her brow.

When they got back to the Blackbird, Evan had to sit her down. (He'd apologize to the Professor about the seats later.) He rubbed her arm, hand gliding softly over the smooth spikes. "Take a deeeep breath."

She nodded, taking it in slow. It was a little easier without all the extra stimuli, and the lack of said stimuli let her focus. The touch on the spikes was an odd sensation. She could feel it, It was distant... but even the distant touch was welcome. "Mm.."

"Let it out slowly," Evan held out his arm to show her as his spikes receded with his breath. "See?"

She nodded, following his breathing. Her spikes would slowly, surely recede, leaving holes and tears in their wake. Many still remained, but at least they were at a manageable length.

"There you go," He offered her a smile, "You got it."

"Mmhm... Th-thanks..." She replied, Jean taking the Blackbird into the air.

"No prob...Ahem," Evan scooted away, averting his eyes.

The thing about Rogue's suit was that it didn't reform like Evan's did. It was a little awkward.

Jean flipped it to autopilot. "So." She started, shrugging off her jacket and offering it to Rogue.

It was an appreciated gesture, Rogue accepting it and tugging it on. "That was the WORST."

"What even was that?" Evan asked, "What's his deal?"

"I don't know. I couldn't feel him, or hear his thoughts or.. anything." Jean told them.

"I don't think anythin' could hit him! It all just! Bounced off!"

"So it's a...force-field type of thing?" Evan suggested.

"Looks like it. One he just... has on." Jean replied. "At least we got a name out of him?"

"Yeah but. What did he WANT?"

Evan shrugged. "Money?"

"If that was all, why the big show?" Jean asked. "And what did he mean by 'proving himself'?"

"...Oh hell."

"What? What's wrong?"

Evan scowled, "What if somebody else got to him first?"

"Oh... Oh no." Jean muttered.

Rogue frowned hard. "Question is... Magneto or Mystique?"

"Either way, we need to plan."

"No kidding. We'd better get back, ASAP."

~~~

"This..." Xavier was troubled by the news. "Oh dear..."

"Jean was kind of able to stop him, but not for long." Evan told him, "I don't know how we're going to fight this...yet. But we'll think of something, right?"

"Of course." He replied. "There must be some kink in his armor, somewhere..." Xavier muttered. "Thank you all, for bringing this to my attention."

"...So," Kitty spoke up after some silence, "What do we do now?"

"I'll talk with the other instructors. And once we've figured something out... Well, I'll let you know then."

Rogue nodded, rubbing her arms. "Mmhm..."

As they were dismissed, Evan glanced at her. "...How're you doing?"

"...Mmfine." She replied. "It's... Just another notch, heh."

Evan was doubtful. But, he didn't want to push her. With one last pat on the shoulder, he left Rogue to her own devices.

Rogue being left to her own devices would involve her moving to the kitchen, trying to get something to calm her nerves.

The spikes would go away over time. Until then, she just had to remain calm.

If she didn't think about it for a second, Rogue could have sworn Augustus hadn't left the kitchen. He was in the middle of drinking a soda, and when he noticed her come in he sputtered slightly. "Mmp! H-Hey!"

"Oh." She said, giving him a little wave. "Hey." She was a bit distracted, fumbling the bag of cocoa powder from the pantry.

Auggie watched her, slowly wiping soda from his mouth. "You, uh...have an incident?"

Rogue grunted, setting a mug aside. "... Could call it that, I guess."

"Geez." There was a pause. "...Do you want to talk about it?"

"Mm... I guess? Not much to talk about." She replied, mixing her drink. "I messed up, and we lost the guy."

"Oh, I'm sure it wasn't all your fault."

"Maybe not all of it." She admitted. "But my freaking out didn't help things..."

Augustus's mouth quirked up in a sort of smile. "Well..." He leaned against the fridge, "I don't think you could've helped it, right?"

She paused, heating up her mug. "How do you mean?"

"I mean," He shrugged, "The situation was totally out of control, wasn't it?"

"I mean... I guess? Could have done SOMETHING..."

"Sometimes you just can't do anything, right?"

She didn't reply, instead removing her mug to stir it. If you paid close enough attention, you'd notice the tips of spines start to peek through her jacket.

"Some things are just...out of your control.'

"Hrm." She sipped it, spines growing ever further. "They shouldn't be..."

Auggie's smile grew, minutely. "It's not like you can help it, right?"

She growled sharply, spikes jutting out from every which-way. A few embedded themselves in the wall. "I just need time to get used to them, alright!?"

Augustus hissed. He held his shoulder, wincing in pain.

Rogue jerked, stumbling away from him. "Oh-- oh geez! A-Augustus I'm sorry-- Are you...oh god."

"I'm fine, I-I'm...Sss," He gripped his shoulder tighter, "I'm okay."

"No you're not! I-I just! I HURT you! I hurt you bad!" She managed, tone rushed and gripping at the spines coming forth. She yanked a cluster out, hissing loudly. "I-Go get help. I can't..."

Augustus turned quickly, "Hey- anybody! HEY!"

"I-I need to go." She told him, moving out of the kitchen and clenching the spikes tight. "I... I'll send someone your way- I'm so SORRY Augustus."

"Rogue..." Augustus watched her go. He let his hand drop off his shoulder- his pristine, undamaged shoulder.

Again, his mouth quirked up.

~~

Rogue had chosen to seclude herself in her room.

The door was locked, and she was sitting on her bed, hugging her legs close and face buried in her knees. Her coat had been shed, spines up along her arms having receded to nubs at least.

But they still existed, as did a number of them in her trashcan. She'd been there for hours, guilt knotted and thoughts cycling.

There came a knock on her door.

"Rogue?"

Kitty shuffled from foot to foot. She hoped Rogue would answer- she needed to eat after all, not to mention this dinner plate was getting a little warm on her fingers.

"Mm?" Rogue replied, muffled.

"I brought you food."

"Mm." There was shuffling behind it, the door unlocking after a minute and opening up. "Thanks..."

Kitty stepped in, and she winced at the sight of her friend. "Oh, Rogue..." She handed her her food, "How can I help you?"

"Ah.." Rogue gave her a wry attempt at a smile. "It's okay. Brought me food, yeah?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"It's... I'll be fine. Is uh... is Augustus okay...?"

"He's perfectly fine." Kitty took Rogue's hands. "Are YOU okay?"

"I... Yeah." She replied. "Will be, anyway."

"Okay...Well," Kitty held her arms out for a hug, offering a small smile, "I'm here if you need me. Whenever."

Rogue perked, pausing a moment. "Shoot, Kitty." She chuckled, glancing at her arms a moment. It was an awkward hug, Rogue keeping the nubs pointed AWAY from her friend. "Yer the best."

Kitty squirmed a little uncomfortably, but she kept her hug firm. "I know~"

"Pft." Rogue pulled back, nudging her. "And humble too."

"Aren't I~?"

"Mmhm." She replied, ruffling her hair. "It'll... it'll be fine. Just gotta keep my distance while they run their course."

"Well...Okay." Reluctantly, Kitty headed out, "Just let me know if you need something! Or wanna chat or...whatever."

"I will. Thanks Kitty." She replied. "For dinner and.. everything else."

"What are friends for?"

"Heh. Fair enough." She replied, looking to her dinner. Truth be told, she hadn't been that hungry... but it was looking pretty good.

~~

"No, not good. I was the BEST~!!" Unus was... making friends, back on Genosha. "Couldn't even TOUCH ME!"

Gianna was very impressed. "Whaaaat? Man, I wish I coulda seen that!"

"Well hey, guess what?" He replied, smirking. "You stick with ME, and you'll get'ta~" He replied.

Mellencamp, sitting and hunched beside Gia, was tentatively impressed. He wasn't sure how much of this he bought, after all.

Gia grinned up at her scaly friend. She gave him a light jab in the ribs, "He's got a big mouth. I like him."

Randy, as he fiddled with one of his prosthetic legs, gave her a look.

Mellencamp gave her a snicker, nudging her back. "You WOULD."

"WHO WOULDN'T~?" Unus added.

"Soooooo, did you actually HIT anybody?" Gia had her priorities. "I'd wanna hit them. I'd wanna hit them a lot."

"... Ya know." Unus paused. "I broke all their shit, but nah."

"Are you serious."

"I was havin' fun gloating! I'll crack one ‘a 'em next time."

Gianna cackled, "LAME!"

"'EY, EY." He replied sharply. "I still WON, didn't I?"

"Is it a win if nobody hit anybody?"  Seamus pointed out.

"Yeeeeah," Gia sneered, "It's like you just ran away~"

Unus snorted. "Alright, so where's YOU guy's victory stories, ah? YOU ever actually beat 'em?!"

"We've hit 'em."

"Alright FINE!" He replied, waggling his bat at them. "Next time I see 'em, I'll crack one of the dweebs!!"

"I'll believe it when I see it." Randy muttered.

"HAHA! Yeah!" Gia agreed.

Unus scoffed loudly. "Well yer gonna! And it's gonna be AWESOME!"

"Uh-huh."

Gianna smirked, "HEY NILS!"

A younger kid passing by jolted and turned quickly. His dark skin was like yarn, wound thickly around his frame, and it seemed to unravel slightly in his alarm before shifting back into place.

"Think this guy can hit an X-man~?"

"U-Uh..."

Unus cackled, smacking his bat against a nearby half wall for emphasis. "Sure he does! He’s smart, ain'cha Nils?!"

"Uuuuh--"

"I'm just saying, Ni-ni! If he's 'untouchable' does that go both ways?"

"Well I mean like- HEY!! NO! SHUT YER FACE!"

Mellencamp couldn't help but crack up, tail thumping.

Gianna grinned, "WHY DON'T YOU MAKE ME?"

Nils started shaking, and he backed up. Randy took one look at him, then at Gianna and Unus. He pointed a finger and-- ZAP!

"OOOW!!"

"OW SHIT!"

Unus, for all his bragging, wasn't COMPLETELY untouchable. His shield had to be active, after all. "What was THAT FOR!?"

"Being assholes," Randy answered, waving Nils along, who scampered away before things could get worse.

Unus scoffed loudly. "Whatever, man! Point is, I'll get it! Got everything TOTALLY under control!"

Randy smiled, a tight, humorless thing, "We'll see."

"Damn right we will." He replied, snickering and turning to head on his way. "Gonna be a good time..."

~~~

Rogue, days later was still not having a good time. The spike had finally, FINALLY receded.. but she wasn't exactly feeling up to par yet.

Of course, some things you had to fake until you made, so she was out on the porch, getting some air and... thinking. She'd been thinking a lot lately. She swung idly on the porch swing, wringing her hands in the early winter chill.

"Mind if I sit with you?" Scott poked his head out of the door, two cocoas in hand.

Rogue glanced back at him, shaking her head and scooting over for him. "If ya want."

He sat beside her, then offered her a mug, "Pretty chilly out, isn't it?"

"Yeah." She accepted it. "Won't be able to go outside before long." Rogue managed a chuckle. "Not without Kurt or Jamie ambushin' us."

Scott smiled. "They're relentless."

"No kiddin. Mm..." She settled in, sipping away. "Thanks for this, by the way."

"Figured you'd need it," Scott took a sip of his own. "...You've been pretty quiet lately."

"Well...Ya know." She replied, shrugging. "Had a lot on my mind."

"Like?"

"Just..." She huffed, watching the slight cloud her breath made. "Stuff."

"Oh." Scott leaned back, "Alright."

"It's... really not a big deal."

"I think it is, Rogue."

Rogue didn't look at him still. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes. You're obviously hurting."

"I'll get over it Scott."

Scott sighed. He was quiet for a while, as he stared out at the sinking sun and glistening snow. "...I know it's scary."

Rogue swallowed hard, gripping her mug a little tighter.

Scott continued, "And I know it's frustrating. But isolating yourself isn't going to do you any good."

She couldn't help the scoff that escaped her. "The alternative ain't much better."

"I don't agree with that."

"Well! What else is there, Scott?! Hurting my friends, my team?!"

"You can't do this alone, Rogue!"

She would stand suddenly, tears brimming. "I can't do it all, Scott!"

"Yes you CAN!" Scott followed, "I promise you, you can!"

"I can't control ANY of them, Scott! I thought I was doing better but-but I'm NOT!" She rubbed her eyes furiously. "I'm exactly where I started! I-I'm broken or something."

He grasped her shoulders tightly, perhaps tighter than he'd meant. "You are NOT broken!"

"Then what's WRONG with me?!"

"You're disabled," Scott's tone was firm, but gentle, "So am I. So are a lot of mutants. It's not something you can help."

Rogue swallowed hard, trying to compose herself.

She didn't quite manage that, instead grabbing him in a tight hug.

The action stunned him, but only for a moment. They stood there for some time, warm despite the settling chill around them. Finally, Scott broke the silence, muttering against the fabric of Rogue’s knit hat. "You're not broken."

Rogue sniffed sharply, quiet for a moment. She gripped a little tighter, giving him a nod.

He gently rubbed circles into her back, "You're going to be okay. I've got you."

"It's just! I feel like I keep going backwards! I know it's not true, but!"

"I know. It's going to get better."

"Mmhm..." She replied, pulling back and wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "I.. Thank you."

He smiled. "Don't sweat it."

"I mean it." Rogue managed a slight smile. "This all.. it gets really heavy sometimes."

"I know...We got you, alright?"

"Alright... Just. Remind me every once in awhile?"

He chuckled. "I promise."

"Heh.. H-hold ya to that."

Scott's smile widened, and he opened his mouth to say something.

He didn't get the chance, as a snowball suddenly hit his cheek. "Ack! Nope!" He took her wrist quickly and tugged her inside. "Take cover!"

"Oop!" She ran after, holding her hat on before sputtering a laugh. "The dorks started early this year!"

"I don't want ANY PART OF THAT."

"Nope. Let's just plot our revenge inside. Where it's cozy warm." She chuckled, gripping his hand just a little tighter.

"Y'know, that is an excellent idea." Smack! Another snowball hit his back. “Ack!”

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #281

"Sammn’s Nightmare, Cp vs Polybius”

[Sammn] (dreaming) – She’s sitting in darkness, but not alone. Circling around her is whispering, dozens of voices all speaking in unison. She feels lost and confused, they are speaking words, but she can’t understand any of the words. Suddenly it all stops, silence floods the area.

[Sammn] (dreaming) Who is here?

[Voice] Prohibere resistentem, puer.

[Sammn] (dreaming) – spins around trying to locate the source of the voice – What?

[Voice] – a cold wind stirs - Te nostra sunt, promisit et concessit. Obedire nobis, puer.

[Sammn] (dreaming)  I belong to no one but myself! Who is here?

[Voice] – a dark shape forms in the darkness, it’s a shade of black deeper than the surrounding area. Two red orbs blink into existence as it looms over her - Nos sunt Legio, puer.

[Sammn] (dreaming) – Suddenly afraid and backs away, the cold leaching into her and numbing every limb. She turns to flee but a mirror copy of the shape is blocking her. Everywhere she looks, another copy is blocking her path.

[Voice] – reaches down toward her - Te nostra sunt, puer.

[Sammn] (dreaming) – she screams and flails out, but the black hand envelopes her.

[Doc] Goes to check on Sammn and sees the stressed expression on her face. Xe nudges her slightly, - Sammn?

[Sammn] - groans and struggles.

[Lie] - Everything okay?

[Doc] You're dreaming Sammn, you're safe. Damn, I almost wish Cp was here. This is his area....

[Lie] Huffs a little-

[Doc] What? I can't get into peoples dreams.

[Lie] Grumbles- Still mad at him

[Sammn] - can hear their voice, but can do nothing to reply but groan softly -

[Lie] - Sammn?  Hey, you're okay

[Voice] Venite, VENITE IN, Gravida! - the cold deepens.

[Doc] Pokes Sammn with a tiny bit of electricity-

[Sammn] - jerks and gasps, her eyes cracking open -

[Lie] - Hey there

[Doc] Sorry, I figured that would be less unplesant then the nightmare you appeared to be having.

[Sammn/?] - slowly blinks while listening but keeps still, trying to figure out it's surroundings -

[Lie] - Sammn, you're going to be more lucid now, but also feverish, you let me know if you need any of my cold flowers

-The bunker is lit well enough, and there's a faint smell of Lie's flowers. It's also a bit cold, but Sammn is under blankets.

[Sammn/?] - softly growls, finally focusing on the two people -

[Lie] - Sammn?

[Sammn/?] - Aqua?

[Lie] - You want water?  Just a moment- She heads for the small kitchen area to get a glass

[Doc] Pulls up a chair to sit with her. - I know you probably feel awful, just try to stay still.

[Lie] Returns with a glass of water for the other woman- Do you want help sitting up?

[Sammn/?] - struggles to sit up and slowly manages to half-way get up, reaching for the glass -

[Lie] Passes it over-

[Sammn/?] - fingers brush Lie's, they are ice cold. Carefully sips some before trying to offer it back -

[Lie] Frowns a little as she takes the glass- Sammn, you're freezing

[Doc] Cold? That's not right...

[Lie] - No, she should be burning up...

[Sammn/?] - snuggles back into the blanket, pulling it over her head -

[Doc] Do I need to put more lava around? It's kind of a hazard....

[Sammn/?]  Somnus. - her voice soft, but deeper, course and gravely -

[Lie] - Somnus?

[Doc] That doesn't sound like her....

[Sammn/?] - smiles to itself and settles down. A chill draft stirs in the room -

[Lie] Shivers a little-

[Doc] Is obviously annoyed. - Don't play games. I might not be able to do an exorcisim myself but I know people! - shakes a finger at Sammn

[Lie] Takes a step back-

[Doc] Tries a commanding tone- Who are you?!

[Sammn/?] - chuckles, shifting around under the blanket

[Doc] Is on high alert-

[Lie] Gives Doc a questioning look-

[Doc] If xe had hir tail right now it would be twitching-

[Sammn/?] - suddenly pulls the blanket back and sits up, staring at them with solid black eyes - Recede a nobis esse.

[Lie] Yelps-

[Doc] Somehow I don't think Sammn wants you inside her. Are you the thing that's been giving her nightmares?

[Sammn/?] - smiles - Quæ data est nobis, sed rebus non quid puer vult.

[Lie] - I think we might need a dictionary...

[Doc] I admit I can't speak whatever that is. But I can still read tone. Get out of her. Now. She's sick and needs to rest.

[Sammn/?] - slowly stands, her smile turning into a sneer. When she speaks next there are a dozen voices overlapping  - Stultus unus, non potest mandatum nobis.

[Doc] Warning growl and looks ready to pounce on her and push her back on the bed-

[Sammn/?] - snarls and leaps forward -

[Lie] Her vines break through the cement floor and ensnare Sammn-

[Doc] Skips back to avoid the vines hirself-

[Sammn/?] - as soon as the vines touch her, she screams and fades into black smoke. The cloud swirls up toward the ceiling, then streams toward the door -

[Lie] - SHIT!

[Doc] Is racing after the smoke -

[Sammn/?] - slips through the cracks around the door into the air outside -

[Doc] Charges out into the cold, casting around for the wisp of blackness

[Lie] Stops in the doorway-

[Sammn/?] - flows toward the nearest shadow and reforms, staggering -

[Doc] Transforms and pounces on her, trying to grab her in hir paws-

[Sammn/?] - snarls, and braces for impact, hands reaching out -

[Doc] Grabs her in a tight hug- You're not going anywhere with our friend! Get out of her now!

[Sammn/?] - screeches and twists her hands to touch anything she can. Where ever she touches burns and goes numb from extreme cold -

[Lie] - Doc!

[Doc] -Swears in binary and hangs on tight, trying to turn hir glitch up to maxium to compensate. Sparks are dancing around hir teeth-

[Sammn/?] - starts laughing, then suddenly goes silent and limp -

[Doc] Fuuuuck..... - hir mane and tail is smoking a bit

[Lie] - Bring her back inside

[Doc] I think you have no idea how much pain I'm currently in...

[Lie] - Sorry- She spawns healing flowers, but because of how cold she is the flowers are a bit smaller than normal

[Doc] Just take her from me.

[Lie] Whines a bit as she steps into the cold but does reach for Sammn- So what are we going to do?

[Doc] Heal. And watch her like a hawk.

[Lie] Manages to get Sammn back inside and into the bed-

[Doc] Painfully creeps through the wall and bunches up in a corner with a grimace.

[Lie] Covers Sammn up- Once she's physical...  Do we even want to take her back like this?

[Doc] She needs help. That's the only thing I know for sure. And I think she needs an exorcist. A good one.

[Lie] Thinks for a moment- I...  Might know someone...

[Doc] Breathes out a little smoke and jerks suddenly with a bit of a glitch- Who?

[Lie] - The woman Ever lives with

[Doc] What kinds of cred does she have? Is she another witch like Dawn?

[Lie] - She had to exorcise several souls from her own mind pretty much by herself

[Doc] Sounds like a winner- little cough- what do we need to offer in return for her help? I don't think this will be easy.

[Lie] - I don't know, let me see what sort of mood she's in first, Ever said she was really stressed lately

[Lie] Goes over and sends Ever a quick text- Hey, how are things over there?

[Ever] You know those bird things in our yard?

[Lie] - Yes?

[Ever] They're dead. They got too close to the house and Karla blew them up with the Wunderwaffe you gave us.

[Lie] - Oh dear...  So um...  Now would probably be a really bad time to ask a favor...

[Ever] It's okay, it put her in a better mood. I haven't heard her full on crazy laugh in a long time. What did you have in mind?

[Lie] - Well maybe this will put her in a better mood?  We kinda need somebody exorcised...

[Ever] Oooh... that's always complex. She's done it lots of times, but never on anyone else before.

[Lie] - Think you could ask her?  Oh, and I also have what you requested

[Ever] Oh, thank you! If you offer her something in return I doubt she'll say no. Got any ideas?

[Lie] - Ummmm, hang on- She turns to Doc- Hey, can you think of anything we could offer her in return?

[Doc] I don't know her Lie. What does she like?

[Lie] - Ummmm, oh wait, I might know- Returns to her texts- What about a veriaty of my flowers, different ones do different things

[Ever] I don't know.... we kind of got rid of all the other plants so we could focus on taking care of the tree.

[Lie] - My plants don't require care...  Or I could offer something from in game

[Ever] Hey! I know, can you spawn animals from your game irl?

[Lie] - Yeah, with spawn eggs

[Ever] Offer her some horses. Now that the birds are gone, maybe we can actually use this giant yard for something.

[Lie] - Horses require a lot of care, are you sure you don't want to start with sheep?

[Ever] Oh, it's okay. Karla can ride and do all that stuff already. and she's asked me to do a lot worse then shovel horse poop. Their fertilizer will be good for the tree.

[Lie] - Okay, I can do that then- Glances at Doc- I'm going to need some spawn eggs

[Doc] Is snoring softly-

[Lie] - Okay that may have to wait, Doc fell asleep

[Ever] No hurry. I should discuss it with her first anyway. Talk at you later!

[Lie] - Alright, bye

[CP] It's early morning in the manor and he's struggling to keep his composure and not destroy everything in sight.  He's replaced the torch on his door and he can smell breakfast coming from in the kitchen-

[Polybius] Goes slouching past his door. The creepypasta's trailing headwires swinging out to touch the redstone briefly and drain it a little with a loud crackle as he passes-

[CP] Scowls in irritation- What is with everyone and draining my torch lately!?

[Polybius] Stops to look back at the noise- Not doing it on purpose dipweed.

[CP] Slams open the door- Yeah well fuck off!

[Polybius] Stares at him for a moment and his screen flashes with red noise- Oh. Just a digtial pasta. Bite me.

[CP] - Excuse me?  The fuck is your problem!?

[Polybius] I hate stupid games.

[CP] Growls and takes a step closer to Polybius-

[Polybius] Stands up straight and is a teeny bit taller then Cp. His wires float around the back of his head with dangerous crackling like a downed power line. He notices the eyes and cracks a small smile- ah, the 'difficult child' appears.

[CP] - The fuck did you call me?

[Polybius] What Splenderman chose to call you when he told me about your antics.

[CP] Summons his sword and lunges at Polybius-

[Polybius] His screen fills with static and swirling designs and suddenly they're all the brine can see. When the vision receeds Cp feels drained and weak and more then a little confused. - Blech... Your energy tastes bad. Like burnt meat.

[CP] Leans against the wall a bit for support- The Nether did you just do?

[Polybius] Something that tends to make the luckless players of my game kill themselves.

[CP] Growls at him-

[Slender] Exits his room- Just what are the two of you doing?

[Polybius] His voice is oily and obsequieous - Ah, Slender. Herobrine here just provided me with a snack. It wasn't much to my liking, but appreciated all the same.

[Slender] - A snack?  And you're still standing Herobrine?

[CP] - Energy surge, remember?

[Slender] - Ah yes the, modification, that the Doctor gave you

[Polybius] He is quite energetic. And... is this EJ's handiwork?

[CP] - Oh fuck no

[Slender] - Another digital entities doing, the Doctor I told you about Polybius.  Now come along, it seems one of my brothers beat me to making breakfast

[Polybius] Makes a twisted face on his screen and it twitches a bit- That little runt...

[CP] - I'll be there in a minute Slender

[Polybius] I do not require food. But I will join you shortly-

[Slender] - Very well, behave, both of you

[CP] - Yes sir

[Polybius] I will.

[CP] Once Slender is gone he dismisses his sword- Where the fuck did you come from anyways?

[Polybius] I'm a predator that poses as a game. I was sleeping quite soundly until a little thief woke me up. Apparently the same one who's altered you for some reason.

[CP] - You mean Doc?  Yeah, they're an annoying asshole

[Polybius] That one managed to injure me, but I think their own pain was equally bad. They barely managed to escape my claws.

[CP] - Probably didn't stop them for long, they recover very quickly, except emotionally

[Polybius] Lots of narrowed eyes in a kalidoscope across his screen - How do you know?

[CP] - I fight with them a lot and stay on the same server as them.  They are much more affected by emotional attacks then physical

[Polybius] Ah... - his tone is more then a little menacing- then you know... Where I can find them. Leaving witnesses alive is... Unprofessional.

[CP] - There's no point, they'll just respawn

[Polybius] What is respawn?

[CP] - It means you die and immediately come back to life.  In terms of my game, when you die you wake up in your bed immediately afterwards

[Polybius] Growls a little- too easy. At least in the old games dying meant starting all over.

[CP] - Most players hate that now

[Polybius] Laughs- they were supposed to hate it! It was a challenge! And it made more money for the arcades I hunted in as well. Prey was plentiful.

[CP] - Arcades are dying out, most players play at home now

[Polybius] And thus we adapt. I've heard interesting things about this... Internet.

[CP] - Oh yes, it's a very fun hunting ground

[Polybius] Good. I can go a long time without feeding, or even stalk people and attack them directly, but I would prefer to just... plug in.

[CP] - Good luck figuring out how with those old mechanics of yours

[Polybius] scowls- I'm sure adaptor plugs haven't gone entirely out of style.

[CP] - No, but  they can be costly, although considering how much money the slenders have...

[Polybius] it will be a solved issue before it becomes a need I'm sure. So what are you supposed to be anyway? You just look like common laborer with flashlight eyes.  

[CP] - I'm a Herobrine, my specialty is dragging players into the game itself and murdering them.  It frightens characters when all they can see is my eyes, and looking like my brother has it's advantages at times

[Polybius] Who's your brother then? I haven't seen such a plain character sprite since Pitfall.

[CP] - Stevie, a common Steve spawn.  We look so plain because the players have the option of customizing their skins.  My brother is also basically a coal miner

[Polybius] Stares at him - A game where you mine coal....- Shakes his head- Humans... But then, my cabinet sat beside a game where children simulated making burgers for a while too...

[CP] - Humans are entertained by the strangest of things

[Polybius] Thankfully. A good legend can lead so many to their doom.

[Herobrine] - Oh I know that very well

[Polybius] Do they call for you young one? Seek you out with your name?

[CP] - Oh very much so, but it's different for each of my kind.  There are many different Herobrines, but I'm the only one who is a creepypasta.  I usually just seek out different players on my own, others can be summoned with totems, some actively, help, their players

[Polybius] So there are many glitches...? And they make themselves known to humans? Ugh.

[CP] - Yes, which is how my now mate and I ended up where we are...  Because of Doc

[Polybius] Oh, so you owe this one... I understand... - flexes claws a bit

[CP] - Fuck no I don't, they stole many of my victims from me

[Polybius] Why do you tolerate their interference then? Let them tamper with you?!

[CP] - Because we are limited by the native brine of each seed, where we were taken?  I am not the native brine there

[Polybius] Indicates the way Slender went- We must all bow to a king now and again. No matter how it may rankle to do so.

[CP] - Oh I know, just wish the "king" wasn't so flamboyantly gay

[Polybius] Excuse me?

[CP] - Nothing, we should be going unless we want to anger Slender

[Polybius] True.

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RS: | In Good News | ! | RS: | I am Of Better Spirits | and Significantly Better Health | RS: | And I have Found |- THIS -| Hidden in a Pantry |

RS: http://www.bemisu.com/SlideShow/Seamusslide.jpg

RS: | I do not Know What It Is | Exactly | ? | RS: | But | It is Loud |

ID: ...what the fuck. ahahah. it's creepy.

RS: | Isn't It Just | ? |

RS: | Kabiir will not Cease Carrying It About like a Toy | RS: | So I Suppose It is Hers | For Now |

RS: | But | I don't Know Why It Has no Fur |

ID: whats a kabiir.

ID: maybe it's sick.

ID: and lost its fur.

RS: | Ah | Kabiir is a Lusus who Accompanies Me in My Travels |

RS: | Let Me See if I have a Picture |

ID: also congrats on not being sick now. or at least less sick.

RS: http://i.imgur.com/RFPvwq0.jpg RS: | Here She Is | ! |

RS: | | | I Hope It's not Sick | I don't Want It Touching Her | in That Case |

ID: oh. that looks fun.

RS: | =:\ | RS: | And | Haha | Thank You | RS: | I am Not Sick at All | ! |

RS: | I have Successfully Fought Off the Disease | RS: | Through Judicious Application of | Not Applying Tentacles to My Airstem | =:P |

RS: | How are You | ? | I was Going to Read Up | RS: | But | You People Talk Entirely too Much | Haha |

RS: | I think It Said | Over Five Hundred Messages | RS: | I don't Think I Manage Five Hundred Messages in a Single Night | =:P |

ID: hahah yeah we uh. played a dumb game and drank some petrol disguised as wine.

ID: i gotta see if sips is up and about eventually. but the couch is comfy. and my pan sorta aches.

RS: | Oh | ! | Those are Fun |

RS: | | Did You Drink Water | ? |

ID: eh. drinking water would mean getting up. but i will. eventually.

RS: | Well | Good | RS: | Dehydration is | not Going to Help You | Haha | RS: | | Just Wake Her Up | If She is Sleeping Too Late | Else | She will Sleep Until Midnight | =:P |

ID: i guess i should. i am getting hungry.

ID: how grumpy is she waking up on a scale from 1 to 10.

ID: 10 being she will try and claw my eyes out.

RS: | Is She on a Floor | or In a Recuperacoon | ? | ? |

ID: coon. how do i get her out.

RS: | Well | Traditionally | One could Always Try Shouting | RS: | But That is Fifty Fifty | on If She will Wake | RS: | You can Always Grab the Side of the Recuperacoon and Give It a Vigorous Shake | Though |

RS: | And That is Guaranteed to Wake Her |

ID: shaking, got it. if i stop replying assume i'm dead.

ID: good news, not dead.

RS: | Haha | Good | ! |

RS: | I assumed She Wouldn't be Quite |- That -| Aggressive | over a Little Recuperacoon Shaking | RS: | But |

RS: | You said Dead |

RS: | But Are You Free from Maiming | ? | =:P | Sleep-Addled Mauling | ? | ? |

RS: | Are Your Ears still Accepting Sound |

ID: pff fortunately. =:P

ID: she's like waking a cholerbear from hibernation.

SA: it is a hairless baby. I mean, a kitten. Of a strange breed.

SA: do not eat this one.

RS: | =:1 |

RS: | Are You quite Certain It is a Meowbeast | ? |

RS: | I am Fairly Sure They have Hair | Do They Not | ? |

SA: yes. This is a special kind. Made for people who are allergic to fur.

SA: a colleague of mine has one.

SA: they are also called gremlins

RS: | Oh | ! | That's a Cute Name |

SA: ... gremlin?

RS: | Also | Fitting | for an Unsettling Beast |

RS: | Yes | ! |

RS: | Say It Out Loud |

RS: | It sounds like a Sort of Endearing | Frolicking | Beast |

SA: it doesn't sound like anything when I say it but I also lack intonation 75% of the time.

SA: are you calling it Gremlin then?

RS: | Haha | No | I am not Calling It Anything | RS: | I Made the Mistake of Naming Kabiir | And | Look Where I am Now |

SA: if you do not want the baby I will take it

RS: | Oh | ! | You are Free to It |

SA: yes...

SA: but how will we get it here?

AA: | | Hmm |

RS: | I don't Suppose I could Put It in a Box and Mail It | Haha |

RS: | It would Get Cold | For One |

SA: it would also probably die as it is a kitten and requires more nutrients than an adult

RS: | ! | ! | ! |

RS: | Yes | Let's Avoid That | =:( |

SA: where are you again? I wonder if the Provenance train runs that way

RS: | Mm | Where is Provenance | ? |

RS: | I can Check the Lines | For You |

RS: | If You Made It to Cascara | I am Only an Hour Away | So | RS: | I could Easily Drive back Up |

SA sent map.png

RS: | Hmmm |

SA: it took a several hour train ride to get to Cascara

RS: | | Aaah | Haha | Oh Dear |

| Your City does Look Rather Far Away |

RS: | | Let Me Think | ! | I am Sure There is a Means | of Delivery |

SA: if I can finish my cases this evening I could easily just get on the train and come get it. I do not mind

SA: I don't think Hadean and Sipara will be here any time soon

ID: damn too bad this didn't happen before me and sip hit the road.

ID: I mean I dunno. we might be close.

RS: | haha | No | RS: | You are Not Close | Don't Even Worry About It | Hadean |

RS: | Yes | Prisma | Come to Cascara | And I will Give You This Gremlin |

RS: | | There May Be More Gremlins | Hiding in the Hive | as Well | ? | I should Check |

RS: | They get Hidden | =:1 |

SA: they get... hidden... how are they getting in..

SA: hello Hadean. I hope you are not terribly hung over

RS: | They are Placed | ! | The Lusii Enjoy Hiding Them | Unfortunately |

ID: my pan just aches a bit, it's fine. hey pris. uh. hope I didn't send you a weird message. because apparently I got chatty last night sometime.

SA: you insisted on knowing more about me. But nothing else was very strange. I made you sad by accident.

SA: the lusii?

ID: oh. and false alarm, just messaged ashy. loser sent a pic though, nice to know who i'm fighting.

SA: didn't we already know that. Though?

SA: also, water and food will help with the hang over.

RS: / it will / ! / I said water / but / oh / make sure you get bread as well / ! /

SA: oh, yes sorry

SA: I should go get breakfast, I will return later.

ID: gonna drag sips for food. if she didn't drown in the trap.

AA: no drowning, jfc. and stop knocking!! Ï'm almost doneeeee.

ID: finish primping, it's my turn. =:P

LL: Wtf is a GREMLIN?

LL: And, wait, did you name it already?

LL: I have the BEST name for it!

AA: it's not prnimping!! this soporn just suckssss. but okay, okay, out in 30s. AA: if therne is any soporn in my hairn still, tho, gonna fight you. >:{ RS: | Ha | Ah | I haven't Named It | I'm not Keeping It | ! |

RS: | But | Please | Share | =:B |

LL: What's that gotta do with NAMING it? LL: Next person can just RENAME it or something.

LL: Omg, yes, >:D

LL: Name it LUNCH!

LL: Then you DON'T have to keep it!!

RS: | HA |

LL: <:devious:254425406877204481>

ID: if there's sopor still in your hair I won't tell you and you can just live with it. =:P

RS: | That is Mean | But | Charming | =:B | RS: | Why Lunch | ? | Why Not Dinner | ? |

AA: >:{!!! AA: you hurnrny up now, bc - y, i want dinnern. orn lunch. orn weee.

LL: Well, what if you get hungry EARLY?

LL: See, AA's already down to EAT. >:D

LL: And mean but charming sounds like an ACES aesthetic, tbh.

LL: Also, HEY

LL: How's things, GENERALLY? LL: I dodged when the FIGHTING shit started cos a) IDGI why people think it's fun to watch and b) huge attention-grabbing events are good for BUSINESS, but I hope you didn't get SHANKED or something.

ID: i'll be ready faster if you braid my hair for me sips, fyi.

AA: have yrn frnonds fallen off, arne orn you just rnly lazy? >:}

RS: | AA is across the Continent | So I am Afraid She does not Get Fed | Even on Hairless Kittens | RS: | It is Currently Attacking Kabiir's Ear | By the Way | I am Sure Everyone is Rivetted to Know This Exciting Development |

ID: no but my frond got broken if you fucking forgot. =>:P

LL: Is the barkbeast's auricular WINNING, though?

RS: | And | Well Enough | ! | RS: | It has been a Little | Ah | Turmulotous | ? | But | I did not Get Shanked | Other People were Shanked | So | RS: | It all Worked Out for the Best | I suppose | Haha |

RS: | It is Not | ! |

AA: omg, don't be a wrnigglern. brnaid yrn headfluff w/ yrn fangs!! AA: jk, jk, i'll do it, hold on. >:P

LL: Better question: did you SHANK anybody, or are you getting lessons from the GREMLIN?

LL: From LUNCH**

RS: | I would Never Shank Anyone | That'd be Improper | RS: | And | That's entirely Too Much Contact | =:P | Why Shank | when You can Smack Them Away at a Distance | with a Staff | ? | ? | RS: | Save Yourself from the Trouble of Bandaging any Unfortunate Remnants of the Scuffle | ! |

RS: | I am Getting Lessons from the Gremlin | Though |

LL: From LUNCH*

RS: | From Lunch | * |

LL: >:D

RS: | Should I be Concerned about Kabiir Eating Lunch | Do You Think | ? | =:B |

LL: And u rite, u rite. LL: That's why I just SHOOT people, tbh. LL: I've meet even TOUCHIER trolls, though. LL: One of my old mates just went full SNIPER for their specibus.

LL: And, idk, PROBABLY. LL: Does she eat MEAT? LL: When'd she LAST eat?

LL: ... Has she eaten LUNCH? >:D

LL: Like lunch not like Lunch.

LL: Gotta respect the STAFF, too. LL: Been smacked by one of THOSE way too many times to lineface anymore! LL: I think the only guy I've met that can wreck me with one FROND tied behind his BACK used one.

ID: staffs are cool. 👌

AA: staffs arne lame. >:P RS: | Treason | ! | They are Fantastic | =:B | RS: | And | Oh | If You're Fighting Often | It would Make Sense to Have a Gun | I think | But | Ah | I Feel That Gives too Much of an Aggressive Air | ? |

RS: | Especially Sniper Rifles | Haha |

RS: | | |- ESPECIALLY -| Those |

RS: | I have Kicked Her Out of the Hive for Now | ! | She has not eaten lunch | But Now | She can go Find Something | before She Eats Lunch | =:B |

RS: | She is a Barkbeast | ! | Maidel Stated They eat Meat |

AC: Ø It makes up a lot of their diet. .u. Ø

LL: I mean, MY lusus was a barkbeast, and she ate EVERYTHING. LL: Pretty sure old banana peels ain't NUTRITIOUS.

AC: Ø Barkbeasts eat anything, but that doesn't mean they _should_ . Ø

LL: And I have PISTOLS, but, hey, if that's so AGGRO that folks don't wanna pick a FIGHT with me, I ain't gonna COMPLAIN. You wanna fight me, you're gonna get a HOLE in your PAN, none of that messing around shit.

LL: Plus, strapping pistols to thigh holsters is, like, TOTALLY badass.

AC: Ø ouo that does sound pretty cool Ø

LL: The SNIPER just looks stupid. LL: I think it was longer than THEY were TALL.

LL: And eyyyy. Cool as a flame-painted ROCK. >:D

AC: Ø .n. that sounds unwieldy - hahaha Ø

AC: Ø unu the coolest rock Ø

LL: >:D >:D >:D

RS: | Kabiir will Eat Anything | If She has the Chance | She has Taken Food Off of My Plate Before | RS: | And Attempted to Drink My Coffee | Before I Invested in a Lid | and a Newspaper |

AC: Ø I'm so sorry, I keep TRYING to train her not to... Ø

AC: Ø But she's stubborn and that face of hers is so LONG Ø

RS: | So | I Suppose It is | - | Oh | ! | RS: | It isn't a Problem | She looks Very Sad | If You do not Give Her Food |

LL: But, yeah, that thing took FOREVER to set up and you basically CAN'T use it at close range. LL: IDK, everyone has their PREFERENCE, but I'm just figuring someone's not gonna be all NICE about fighting you like you'd PREFER.

AC: Ø Pheres, that's because all barkbeasts use that to con you into giving them food. Ø

AC: Ø They're adorable and can't be trusted. Ø

RS: | | Thigh Holsters | ? | Are Those a Thing | ? |

LL: Only if you're COOL.

AC: Ø I've seen cool characters with them .u. Ø

RS: | I would Carry a Gun | For Thigh Holsters | They seem Amazing |

RS: | And Very Sharp | ! |

LL: Some people stick KNIVES in em, too.

RS: | And | Haha | Maidel | RS: | I suppose I am Easily Conned | by Large Beasts | Then | =:B | Ah | RS: | I May Have Been Sabotaging Your Training | Just a Little | By Feeding Her | When She Looks Hungry |

RS: | My Apologies | ! |

LL: Why's she HUNGRY so much, anyhow?

AC: Ø xux you have but to be fair...I can't really blame you...she's so endearing Ø

LL: Shouldn't she be out getting her OWN food?

AC: Ø It's kind of dangerous to let her roam Derevnya... Ø

AC: Ø Those scary birds might get her Ø

LL: ??? LL: She's got TEETH, hasn't she?

ID: hahah no need to get her own food when she knows where to get it easy anyways.

AC: Ø I don't know what I'd do if she got dive-bombed by one of those awful pelicans. Ø

LL: Teach her to RUN, I guess. LL: Idk what kind of BARKBEAST can't take a BIRD.

AC: Ø These ones take whole trolls sometimes xux Ø

LL: Yeah, but a barkbeast's got FOUR walkfronds over our two!

LL: We're at a DISADVANTAGE, really.

AC: Ø .u. huh, I never thought of it like that Ø

AC: Ø But that's a good point Ø

ID: ...man note to never go to. that place.

AC: Ø Derevnya's nice .u. but it is very foggy Ø

LL: What, Derevyna? It's GREAT!

AC: Ø It's nicer than Temasek... Ø

LL: If you get DIVEBOMBED, you can take VENGEANCE and dive-bomb them BACK.

AC: Ø Or well I guess Temasek is nice, but... Ø

LL: There's, like, sky gliding setups and shit.

AC: Ø Ehhhh Ø

LL: What's wrong with TEMASEK?

AC: Ø Oh! What do you do in Derevnya, LL? .u. Ø

AC: Ø It, um. It's kind of really strict...and there are lot of clowns... Ø

ID: ....huh okay revenge makes it seem a lil more appealing.

AC: Ø But its coast is nice. .u. Ø

LL: I LIVE there! LL: Kinda? LL: TECHNICALLY, I live there. LL: My moirail has a COMBALLET STUDIO there, and he makes me come back because it's got a CUPE and GROCERIES.

LL: Also, my PI office!

AC: Ø oooh! That's really cool! Ø

LL: And I gotchu, clowns get all WEIRD about, like, EVERYTHING.

ID: clowns can't not be weird. it's just. their way.

RS: | Back | I am Sorry | I Found Another Gremlin | RS: | Along with a Squirrel | The Squirrel is Now In the Cage |

AC: Ø xux I know it's judgmental and all but I...don't feel very comfortable around purples...thanks to spending three sweeps around clowns. Ø

AC: Ø I'm sure some of them are probably fine... Ø

RS: | But | Yes | Ah | Wait | RS: | Do You Dislike all Indigoes | Maidel | ? |

RS: | I wasn't Aware |

AC: Ø I mean, I try not to .n. Ø

AC: Ø I'd never be rude to one of our customers Ø

AC: Ø But I get nervous Ø

RS: | You get on Well Enough with Riccin | Too |

RS: | Oh | ! | That's not Good |

AC: Ø Riccin's not purple, though Ø

AC: Ø It's...different. Ø

RS: | There's no Need for You to be Around Them | Then | Pyrois and I can Handle the Blueblood Deliveries |

AC: Ø No, it's fine. If I never talk to them, I'll never get over it. Ø

AC: Ø I don't have any call being like this when some of them are perfectly respectable customers. Ø

LL: IDK, I kinda lived with one for SWEEPS and she was a bit poncy but not THAT batty. LL: Guess the RELIGIOUS shit's pretty WEIRD, though.

LL: Also, SWEET. You can name the SECOND gremlin DINNER and the rodent can be SNACK!

RS: | Oh | All Religious Things are a Bit Tripe | AA: | But | Well | You can Come with Me on My Deliveries to Indigoes | Then | ! |

RS: | And That Way | You will have a Buffer | to Feel Better |

AC: Ø It's...not even that...I don't mind the Mirthful religion so much, I know a lot of the hymns actually even if I'm not a clown Ø

RS: | And More Comfortable | ? |

AC: Ø I'm not good with voodoos, that's all. Ø

LL: Oh, the MIND shit?

LL: There's a trick to that!

AC: Ø ...? Ø

ID: huh. there is?

LL: Every time they TRY it on you, you gotta break their SNOUT. LL: They learn real QUICK-like.

RS: | Hahaha |

AC: Ø I _can_ do it on my own, I mean, I have been. It's not a problem. I'd never let my own problems get in the way of a job. Ø

AA: y. what tealie said. >:P

ID: pffff well yeah, that works pretty good i guess.

RS: | It's not a Problem at All to Accompany You | ! | RS: | Are the Voodoos Really a Problem | ? | I don't Think I've ever Had Anyone Try to Use Those on Me |

RS: | Although | They're Perfectly Intimidating without Them |

ID: the 'doos suck.

AC: Ø Yes, but it's more efficient to split us up. I mean. If you want to, I'm always happy to have you along! But it's not an issue. Ø

CC: ...i can-n☼t be-lieve that this is what i ☼-pen the chat back up t☼ af-ter g☼☼d-ness kn☼ws h☼w l☼ng ☼f an ab-sence. CC: i feel like my cl☼wn-ha-ting sen-ses just ting-led. CC: but yes, as ll said, ei-ther that ☼r ha-ving a firm w☼rd with them, sh☼uld y☼u be cl☼-ser t☼ them, u-su-al-ly w☼rks w☼n-ders.

RS: | Oh | Well | I don't Mean to Be Overbearing | If You feel Comfortable with It | Then | That is Fine | RS: | But | Ah | It doesn't Necessarily Need to be an Issue | for It to be Something Worth Accomodating | ? | RS: | After All | I am Perfectly Capable of Handling Violets | But You still Come Along | ! |

LL: Like, REAL firm. LL: Firm as your FIST.

AC: Ø Oh, no, you're not overbearing, I just...don't want you to feel concerned? I don't like to cause any worry. Ø

RS: | Ah | Well | We will Consider It Swept Under the Rug | Then | Haha | And | Oh | Dear | RS: | Can I say Advocating Violence against Our Higher Caste Betters is | mm | Perhaps | not the Best Impression to Give to Others | Who may not Understand the Context from Which We are Speaking | ? |

AC: Ø xux plus, if it's clowns, you're usually outnumbered. Ø

LL: I'm not advocating for violence against HIGHER CASTE BETTERS, I'm advocating for violence against anybody that things FUCKING WITH YOUR HEAD is their business.

ID: clearly you just gotta fight the non-clown ones instead.

CC: is it n☼t ☼ur du-ty as the cal-mer castes t☼ p☼int it ☼ut when ☼ur _bet-ters_ are ac-ting p☼-si-tive-ly ri-di-cu-l☼us and un-ci-vi-lized, th☼ugh?

LL: I mean, don't go picking the fight if you're just gonna get yourself SHANKED by THIRTY PEOPLE, but if it's someone you're dealing with on the regular, you can't let 'em go thinking you let that kinda thing FLY.

AC: Ø xux still leaves you with a troll who has intense strength and resilience...plus they're often really _tall_ Ø

ID: aww they aren't all tall. as long as your fist can still reach their face, it's all good.

AC: Ø xux depends on if it's still attached after Ø

CC: and there is n☼-thing ☼f sub-stance t☼ be said a-gainst a g☼☼d kick t☼ the shin ei-ther, real-ly.

LL: Shit, EVERYONE'S taller than me, I'm like barely five FEET.

LL: Just means they FALL further!

ID: hahah i like ll's thinking.

ID: ps sips if my hand gets ripped off please put it on ice for me.

LL: >:D

ID: wait i know your name. bonnie.

ID: bonnie? bonnie's thinking.

AC: Ø Oh! That's right! Well, now I just feel rude .n. Ø

LL: DUH

ID: hey, i remembered! =>:P

LL: Hey, I WASN'T gonna go knocking heads, but now I don't GOTTA. >:D

RS: | Ah | Sorry | I keep Getting Distracted | ! | RS: | I am Dreadful at This Chat Format | Sometimes | =:C |

RS: | CC | Yes | It Is Our Duty | I suppose | But | RS: | It would be Rather Unfortunate if Someone Saw Our Discussion | and Decided They Ought to Take it The Wrong Sort of Way | Don't You Think | ? |

AC: Ø And then they just injure you for it. .n. Seems more likely. Ø

ID: i mean you have work and. gremlins and stuff distracting you too. so. hard to just focus on the chat.

LL: Well, YEAH, but you're not supposed to LET them get you.

RS: | Ah | No Work Tonight | ! | I am Trying to Take a Breather | Haha |

RS: | But | Yes | That's Fair |

ID: oh. probably a good idea when you were sick last night anyways.

AC: Ø whoop. That was a hole. Ø

AC: Ø This is why we don't text and walk. Ø

AC: Ø .n. help I have lost a leg. Ø

ID: ....what? are you. okay?

RS: | ! | ! | ! |

RS: | Is It Stuck in the Hole | ? |

AC: Ø ...yup Ø

AC: Ø brb, attempting to get self out of stupid situation Ø

AC: Ø ...oh wait there's an easy - Ø

AC: Ø and now I'm _wet_ . Yes. That was a great idea. Ø

ID: ...are you gonna need some help there bud?

AC: Ø no I'm fine. Now I feel slightly _singed_ but no longer wet. Ø

AC: Ø On the upside! I finally found the rock I was looking for. .u. Ø

RS: | Oh | ! | Be Careful | ! |

LL: Did you LOSE the LEG?

ID: =:??????

AC: Ø nah .u. Ø

RS: | He's merely Using His Psionics | Hadean | I Think |

AC: Ø yup .u. Ø

ID: oh. like with the hoofbeast?

LL: Well, better than what I was thinking with SINGED and WET.

AC: Ø exactly .u. Ø

RS: | The Hoofbeast | ? |

ID: ...long story.

AC: Ø ...oh god Ø

AC: Ø VERY long story Ø

LL: We got time!

ID: ...nah.

RS: | Haha | Heavens |

ID: nah you don't.

RS: | | Ah |

AC: Ø Hadean help Ø

RS: | I'm Glad the Two of You are Making Friends | ! |

ID: yeah. that's us. bosom buds.

RS: | If You would Rather Not | There's no Need to Share the Details |

RS: | My Feelings will not be Hurt | =:B |

ID: okay good. uh.

AC: Ø I mean I would but it's also Hadean's story so I don't know. .n. Ø

ID: yeah nah no story.

AC: Ø I don't want to make him uncomfortable. Ø

RS: | Here | Let Me Change the Topic For All Of Us | RS: | I am Preparing a Meal |

AC: Ø ooh Ø

AC: Ø what kind Ø

RS: | I am Unsure | ! |

LL: MY feelings are definitely hurt.

AC: Ø Iii finally found my rock? Which I found before and realized there were tweetbeasts nesting in its crevice. .u. they're still there and they have hatchlings now Ø

AC: Ø they're really cute Ø

ID: pffff well you should have been there bonnie. now it's too late.

RS: | This is His Refrigeration Unit | RS has attached a picture of Emerel's fridge! There's the row of bottles on the bottom, a great deal of vegetables, raw meat, milk.. it's fairly well-stocked. RS: | I was Thinking of Putting the Shin Hank in a Pot With Noodles | ? | ? |

LL: Maybe you shouldn't've gone FIGHTING like a WEIRDO and I would have stayed!

RS: | Also | A Vegetable |

AC: Ø that sounds delicious, I'm envious Ø

LL: Wtf, why do you have so much shit in your coldbox?

LL: What's it all even FOR?

ID: eating i'd assume.

RS: | I don't have the Faintest Idea |

AC: Ø For making really good meals .u. Ø

RS: | There's Too Much In Here to Eat | ! |

LL: Or your guy's coldbox, whatever.

AC: Ø ...there's not _too_ much... Ø

RS: | It is My Matesprit's Coldbox | Yes | Haha | RS: | Mine has | Um | A Dove | and Coffee |

LL: Dude, you telling me you wouldn't EXPLODE trying to get all that down?

AC: Ø I mean for just one meal yes - _Phereeeees_ Ø

LL: Why do you keep coffee in your COLDBOX?

AC: Ø Well I mean not in one meal no but it's nice and well stocked and looks good to me Ø

LL: Just put it in the CABINET.

RS: | So I do not Have to Prepare It on Long Drives | Haha |

AC: Ø Pheres, why won't you eat Emerel's leftovers, you worry me .n. Ø

RS: | I had Leftovers | Maidel | ! | They were Eaten |

AC: Ø okay .n. Ø

RS: | They are not an Infinite Supply | =:) | Please | Do Not Worry |

RS: | | Also | I Told You | that Kabiir keeps Begging Food |

AC: Ø I know I shouldn't and you're fine but I do Ø

AC: Ø You need food more than Kabiir and I love her but she's not a smart troll with a business to run who needs energy .n. Ø

RS: | Oh | ! | I eat Plenty | RS: | Bonnie | Didn't You Say You Ran a Business | ? | A PI Business | ? |

RS: | Or You Have an Office | At Least | RS: | And She Agrees with Me on the State of Emerel's Coldbox | =:P |

LL: I DO! LL: I mean, I KINDA run it! LL: My moirail does all the BUSINESS stuff, I'm just the TALENT. >:D

ID: .....oh is. that what sip fed me.

ID: if so. sorry.

LL: Actually, I think we both kinda suck at the BUSINESS part, but we figure it out.

RS: | Oh | Don't be Sorry at All | RS: | Emerel Brings Me Food Every Time He Visits | Haha | It is Impossible to Eat All of It Anyway |

RS: | So | Better that It is Shared Out |

RS: | And | Oh | ! | That is what I do With Sipara | =:B |

RS: | | Except | Ah | We'e not Moirails | Haha |

ID: if you're sure, alright. are you a good cook? like. do you do it a lot?

LL: What ABOUT it? LL: You got something that needs FOUND? LL: Because if this is about the sword, gotta say, it's not STOLEN if I brought it BACK. D:

SA: one of my new clients cooed at me when they saw my bandaged face

SA; that was an uncomfortable experience

AC: Ø oh no, I'm sorry to hear it .n. Ø

ID: cooing is the worst. charge them extra for the inconvenience. =:P

RS: | Ah | No | I don't | I Find It rather pointless an Activity | ? |

LL: At least SOMEONE'S got a head on his shoulders. >:D

RS: | Why Waste an Hour to Produce a Meal | When You can Simply Buy Bars in Bulk and Consume One in a Moment | ? | RS: | It seems Silly | ! |

LL: At least about FOOD.

LL: Still judging you about your FASHION.

ID: .....oh wow. uh. huh. that's. a way to eat.

ID: don't you get tired of. bars?

RS: | My Fashion is Lovely | And Yours was Vastly Superior | When We were Younger | I am Sorry to Say | RS: | Perhaps That is What I Need You to Find | That Endearing Poncho | =:P |

LL: It takes like THREE SECONDS to EAT one, idk how you have time to GET tired.

LL: Oh my god

LL: At least I wasn't wearing, like, a WHOLE LUSUS.

RS: | | No | ? | RS: | Why would I get Tired of Them | ? | I mean | Yes | I get Tired of Eating | RS: | Because It is a Little Tedious |

RS: | But | Who Doesn't | ? |

ID: ....i don't get tired of eating.

AC: Ø um .n. Ø

ID: starving sucks ass.

RS: | My Outfit was Stunning | and I Refuse to Acknowledge Your Slander | Bonnie |

LL: At least the JADE GARTERS are gone.

RS: | Mm | Starving is Not Ideal | Obviously | =:P | RS: | But | Perh

LL: Or whatever they were.

RS: | There Were Never Jade Garters |

RS: | =:| |

LL: IDK the word for this stuff!

ID: ahahah wow.

LL: On account of I know how to DRESS myself.

RS: | I don't Have the Faintest Idea of What You are Even Referring To | ! |

ID: maybe i'll just. take a step back from this chat. and let you two. work out this mixup.

RS: | No | Don't Leave |

LL: SUSPENDERS? LL: There was SOME jade ribbony stuff.

RS: | Don't Abandon Me In Here | with These False Allegations | Haha |

RS: | | Oh | Yes | There were Jade Suspenders | RS: | Those go On |- TOP -| Bonnie |

RS: | And They were Charming |

ID: stocking suspenders? or regular suspenders.

LL: What's even the DIFFERENCE?

LL: And, yeah, they were CHARMING, but that's not exclusive from being RIDIC. >:D

ID: uh. one holds up pants and one holds up stockings?

SA: if you leave who will i talk to when I finally

SA: oh my fucking god can i stop being followed for

SA: hang on

RS: | ? | ? | ? |

RS: | Oh Dear | =:C |

ID: punch 'em pris!

RS: | Do Not Punch Them | They may Have a Gun | ! |

LL: Dude, just climb a ROOF, they can NEVER follow you up that shit.

RS: | Yes | That is Sound Advice |

ID: wait pris has a gun.

RS: | Abscond to Higher Ground | ! |

ID: shoot 'em pris!

RS: | | Abscond to Higher Ground | and |- THEN -| Shoot Them | If You Really Must | ! |

ID: yeah do that.

ID: don't get hurt there's only so much room in the friend 3some for injuries and i have maxed it out. =:(

SA: oh.

SA: It was the orange blood from the other day.

SA: they gave me a flower and said thank you.

AS: I'm so confused.

ID: they might have a crush.

SA: they are 6, Hadean.

AC: Ø oh, that sounds...nice? Ø

AC: Ø oh .n. Ø

ID: crushes can happen early! they're just very harmless crushes.

ID: like 'oh wow this troll is cool' crushes.

SA: I wish I could have told they weren't following me maliciously. I could only tell someone was following me.

RS: | Oh | That is Precious | RS: | Did You Take the Flower | ? |

SA: also i do not need to abscond to higher ground I usually have the upper hand in combat in anyways. I could have handled them physically and then shot them.

SA: yes, I took the flower.

RS: | Good | ! | =:) |

SA: I hope they are not inspired to follow in my career footsteps.

ID: i mean. probably don't have to worry about that. does your career even have a name? or just. 'thing finder'.

RS: | If They are Orange | I doubt They Will | They are Likely Just Charmed | RS: | And Slightly Infatuated | Older Trolls always Seem so Much More Impressive | at That Age |

SA: well, according to what i read earlier, we have a PI in the chat so perhaps that would be the best way to describe it.

SA: it is much better than what I said in the drinking game

SA: and a lot less alarming.

SA: do they...?

SA: i don't remember...

AC: Ø I didn't know a lot of older trolls until I was already 9. Ø

AC: Ø And none of _them_ were worth admiring. xux Ø

SA: maybe if I think really hard i could remember that i was enamored with the idea of being a scientist for a long time because i was surrounded by so many.

SA: but i think that would just be convenient projection.

ID: i dunno, pheres is probably right. i barely even remember anything about when i was 6.

RS: | =:? |

RS: | That's Fascinating |

SA: I find it sad.

SA: not being able to rememeber is a terrible thing.

SA: I am sorry, Hadean.

AC: Ø Maybe it is sometimes, but there's things I'm glad I don't remember. Ø

ID: i mean. don't be sad. i didn't say it to make you sad. besides, i lived in the middle of nowhere. all i've forgotten probably is like. a whole lot of sand and shit.

SA: maybe a few cacti and camels.

ID: see? so of course my thinkpan chucked that junk out. =:P and uh. sorry maidel.

ID: that shitty stuff happened i mean.

AC: Ø eh Ø

AC: Ø that's very kind of you, but don't worry about it Ø

AC: Ø It feels like a long time ago now, even if it was only half a sweep Ø

ID: at least you're doing good now, right?

AC: Ø my new life is a lot better - yes! Ø

SA: it's good it is over, whatever it was.

AC: Ø I know lots of cool trolls like you .u. Ø

ID: ...ahahah, thanks. though i think i'm probably what most would consider a bad influence. =:P

AC: Ø Hadean, you don't even rank on the list of bad influences I've met. xux Ø

AC: Ø You're not bad at all. Ø

ID: i meant more in the ah. doing things that would mostly seem unwise to do way of bad.

ID: but thanks. =:) i think.

AC: Ø xux believe me it's good that you're better than some trolls I've met Ø

AC: Ø because they were the actual worst Ø

ID: well sorry you had to deal with them then.

AC: Ø they're all long gone, so it's not a problem, but thank you Ø

AC: Ø I'll never see them again and it's wonderful Ø

RS: | Good | ! | That is the Best Thing about Leaving People Behind | I think |

RS: | Especially Terrible People | I will Second Hadean's Regrets that You had to Deal With Them | Though | =:( |

AC: Ø It's fine. It's not fun to think about, but it can't ever be repeated. I'm just using them as an example of bad behavior, haha. Ø

AC: Ø I mean, what else can I call a pair of trolls who let their own pitch-feud and breakup ruin other people's lives. Ø

AC: Ø A _lot_ of other people. Ø

RS: | Mm | That is the Problem with Pitch Romance | I think | For Many | RS: | It makes People Selfish | =:/ |

AC: Ø I think they were already selfish and horrible, but I guess that's possible. Ø

SA: Pitch is a tenuous quadrant and I often think we would be better off forbidding it from non-exiles.

ID: jeesh pris, just smash the whole thing. =:P

RS: | I don't Know | Sipara Adores It | ? | RS: | But | I don't Think I can Precisely Disagree with You | Prisma |

AC: Ø I don't know about that, but I think it ought to be handled more carefully. Ø

AC: Ø ...I mean, I've never dated pitch so I don't know for sure, but Ø

AC: Ø That seems smart Ø

RS: | Can People be Trusted to Handle It Carefully | Though | ? | RS: | | I don't Know | I am Perhaps | unfairly Disinclined towards That Quadrant | Haha |

AC: Ø I have no clue. They were the only...well, they weren't even in pitch when I knew them, so ex blackrom I'd ever seen? Ø

ID: exes of any quad can get nasty as fuck.

AC: Ø So it's probably not smart to judge only by them. Ø

AC: Ø THAT's true. Ø

AC: Ø I've never dated, but I've seen it. Ø

RS: | Nonsense | I've never Seen a Bad Palerom |

ID: i just stick to flings! if there's no real feelings everything is fiiine.

AC: Ø Really? I mean, that's good if you have but they can be unhealthy too. Especially if you don't know what you're doing, I bet. Ø

ID: paleroms can get nasty with the right trolls too i'm sure.

RS: | Oh | I'm Sorry | I meant | Bad Palerom Break-Up | Haha |

ID: especially if there's cheating or something.

RS: | And | Ah | Not Speaking from Experience | But | RS: | Flings have Their Problems | Too | RS: | Such as | People Getting Too Invested | or | Misunderstanding the Circumstances | =:/ |

ID: you just gotta shut that stuff down. lay out the rules before you start actually doing anything.

ID: if it's just a one-night thing most trolls won't get invested.

RS: | | Yes | But Then | You have to Talk To Them | And That is Already Overcomplicating It | RS: | For Just a Fling | =:P | RS: | | And | Palerom is Easy Enough | Maidel | RS: | Isn't It | ? | =:? |

AC: Ø I wouldn't know... Ø

AC: Ø It seems hard, wondering if you're really helping your moirail enough but not being overbearing, and always being there for them but wondering if they really want to be there for you, and... Ø

AC: Ø Well, I guess that all sounds pretty silly. Ø

ID: pffttt saying 'this is a one-off thing because i'm not actually shacking up with a insert-blood-color-here' isn't too complicated pheres!

ID: pale always seemed the most complicated to me too maidel.

AC: Ø Oh, really? .u. okay, I feel less silly then Ø

LL: I don't get the point of FLUSH and PITCH aside from DRONE-DUTY, but at least pale makes SENSE.

LL: You're just supposed to take CARE of each other.

ID: sounds complicated to me!

RS: | Haha | Oh Dear | I suppose That's One way of Doing It | Hadean | RS: | I always Found That is not | Mm | Pleasantly Received | ? | But | RS: | Perhaps I should've Tried Putting It more Bluntly | =:P |

RS: | And | Ha |

RS: | That isn't Complicated |

LL: Idk what's complicated about shanking anyone who messes with your RAIL, tbh. Unless you need a MAP?

RS: | It's the Easiest Thing |

LC: [ Hello, are we talking about quadrants? ]

ID: uh tbh i'm not even good at taking care of myself lbh.

ID: =:P

RS: | Mm | See | That's Why You Need a Moirail | =:P |

RS: | And We Are | ! |

ID: yes yer. are you on team pale is hard or pale is easy.

RS: | But | It is Much Easier to Take Care of Someone Else | Than It Is to Take Care of Yourself | RS: | That's the Trick of It |

ID: as i've said before. i'm my own moirail, for better or worse. =:P

LC: [ YYou should take better care of YYourself, Hadean. And I see. ] LC: [ Uhm. The pale quadrant, while it's wonderful, it's... complicated to saYY. ]

SA: sorry, I was reading.

LC: [ I realize that while mYY former moirail and I had abit more complicated relation, it's genuinelYY on the complicated side. YYes, in the simplest term YYou care about YYour moirail and vice-versa that theYY are alright - but YYou need to realize that YYou might not be able to aid them or be there for them all the time. ] LC: [ As much as YYou'd... wish to be there for them. ]

SA: if it's a one-off thing then how do you ever develop something to have....

SA: oh.

ID: that's heavy. uh. i feel like i should be apologizing.

RS: | That's the Point of It | Prisma | RS: | You Don't | Haha |

RS: | And | Oh | Heavens | I am Sorry to Hear That |

AC: Ø But...if you can't be there for them how you want to, then why are you together... and is it really easier to take care of someone else? Wouldn't you always be worried that you really knew what they needed Ø

RS: | | but | Ah | That is the Point of the Other Quadrants | ! | RS: | Of Course You can't Always Be There for Your Moirail | That is Why They have a Matesprit to Support Them | or a Kismesis to Back Them Up | or an Auspistice to Dig Them out of Trouble |

SA: Oh-- I don't... think you need to apologize...

RS: | If You are Your Moirail's Only Quadrant | And They are Attempting to Rely Only on You |

RS: | Of Course It will be Difficult |

RS: | That isn't Very Healthy |

SA: it happens.

ID: i meant to yer pris, you're fine! one-off things are one-offs for a reason.

SA; Bad things happen. I am sorry it happened to you, yerman.

LC: [ YYou folks don't need to apologize. ] LC: [ AC, it was a situation that wasn't in mYY control. YYou don't alwaYYs got full control on everYYthing. ]

SA: I was aware.

ID: oh. well nevermind then!

AC: Ø I know that, but... Ø

AC: Ø I don't know, I'd want to feel like I _could_ always help them if they needed it, even if I couldn't actually be there, if that makes sense? Like...yes, life happens, but...I'd want to feel like I could have helped solve the problem. Ø

LC: [ I appreciate the sentiment Prisma. ] LC: [ Also, as RS said, that's important too. ] LC: [ And to be frank? Quadrants are complicated. ]

LC: [ YYes I understand AC, but I am not to keen on going into the specifics of mYY former situation. ] LC: [ I am also the tYYpe of troll who'd love to support and help mYY quadrants all the time, but there are situations where YYou lose contact from one moment to another, and YYou could be thrown into a hell ride. ]

SA: the only way to protect someone like that would to be with them constantly, and that is not a feasible or healthy reality.

RS: | Ah | Maidel | But | That's part of Their Responsibilities | to Make You Feel Useul | even If You cannot Be There |

AC: Ø ...oh. I mean that's not what I meant, I just...I'd want to know I could have done something...and talk about it to them later... I know that kind of thing isn't healthy... Ø

RS: | Oh | ! | Don't Fret | RS: | I understood what You Meant |

AC: Ø At least you did. .n. I don't think I'm communicating very well. Ø

AC: Ø But, I guess that's my own inexperience. I should probably read more about it. Ø

LC: [ I agree with what Prisma said. ] LC: [ Reading about quadrants and having discussions with others who got healthYY experiences with them is also helpful. ]

RS: | Haha | Maidel is Older Than All of Us | RS: | I don't Think Your Inexperience is an Issue | Maidel | =:) | Your Views are Perfectly Reasonable | ! | RS: | And | You don't Have to Read More |

AC: Ø I think Prisma is a little older than me? But otherwise yes. Ø

RS: | I am Sure Whoever You end Up In Moirallegience With | will be Lucky | just Based on the Way You are Now |

LC: [ I am not sure how old Maideal is, but alright. ] LC: [ What matters with most quadrants is communication and mutual trust. ]

RS: | Haha | Have You Had Many Quadrants | LC | ? |

AC: Ø I'm 9.5 sweeps. Ø

LC: [ Not manYY, but I had one, and got one as of right now. ]

RS: | Oh | That Makes Sense | RS: | I was Just Curious |

SS: (Oh, shit, why's this chat always up and havin emotions all over everywhere?)

SS: (Ain't no consideration for peeps what're allergic to that ish! (\qnq/) )

AA: hold yrn sniffnode and look away, dude, 's the only way to deal. >:} RS: | Hush | Aren't You Supposed to be Driving or Something | ? | AA: >:{ RS: | There are No Emotions Over Here | Laledy | Not to Worry | =:B |

RS: | Or Scarcely Any |

SS: (And, nah, Maids, you're up and six if a night, leastways accordin to our errant mapmaker.) SS: (Gotta make sure you put in time on your romance schoolfeeds! (\ouo/) )

SS: (I guess I'll just up and ready my epi pen, on accounta all you inconsiderate-types. (\unu/) )

LC: [ Well, I apologize SS. ]

SS: (Also, Pher, Sipa ain't up and believin in the whole 'payin attention to the road' ish. Mb that's what she's allergic to. (\unu/) )

SS: (What're you gettin all sa at me for?? (\?^?/) )

RS: | Laledy | I Find Your Lack of Faith Disturbing | =:) |

RS: | Who Needs to Pay Attention to the Road | When You are on a Small | Portable | Combustible Bicycle | ? |

RS: | Why | There is Nothing At All Hazardous about That |

SS: (Lookin where you're goin's for peeps what're the kinds a plebs that'd up and look at an explosion while dramatically walkin away from it, trufax. (\unu/) )

SS: (Bet those losers don't even have built-in slo-mo.)

AC: Ø .u. whoops, I guess I did forget my age, Laledy. You're right. But no emotions here, nope. Ø

AC: Ø I'm a robot, beep boop. Ø

SS: (Y, gotta up and take schoolfeeds on those, too, you're right. (\unu/) )

SS: (My b, pal, mb we gotta sit in on em together.)

AC: Ø I bet we should u.u Ø

AC: Ø Double the learning Ø

SS: (That's deffo how addition works! (\unu/) )

AC: Ø absolutely umu Ø

AC: Ø that's what we're also going to learn in schoolfeeds Ø

LC: [ Well, I thought the quadrant talk of the others were more to educate them. ] LC: [ While I didn't mean to derail the conservation to emotions, I figured settling it with a handYY advice should help. ] LC: [ So uhm, SS. YYour name is LaledYY? And AC is Madeil? ]

AC: Ø Maidel. Ø

SS: (Lelady.)

SS: ( (\eue/) )

SS: (Wait, no, Lolady.)

SS: (Lol for short.)

AC: Ø is your lusus a meowbeast Ø

AC: Ø That would be perfect Ø

SS: (......... I forget, tbh. I think I up and told Hads it was a seven-headed fire-breathin flaplizard.)

SS: (Loldragon, y/y?)

AC: Ø _Beautiful_ Ø

LC: [ Ah, sorrYY. Maidel. MistYYped it. ] LC: [ Well. ]

AC: Ø It's okay .u. Ø

AA: omg, no meowbeasts. AA: meowbeasts arne the woooooooornst.

AA: howevern, firnebrneathing seven-headed flaplizarnds arne grneat.

AA: if they'rne the rnight colourn.

AA: what colourn, lal?? wrnong answern means no punch back. >:}

SS: (The best color. (\unu/) )

AA: brnight pink??

SS: (Issat the color that ain't gonna get me punched? (\eue/) )

AA: no spoilerns. >:}

SS: (Oh, shit, wait, right, I'm an heiress, too!)

SS: (Y, bright pink!)

AC: Ø .u. you sure hid your fins well Ø

SS: (Ty, ty, it's a talent!)

AC: Ø _suspiciously_ well Ø

SS: (Wow, pal, you can't just up and tell a guy his fins are suspicious.)

SS: (That's rude.)

AC: Ø u.u I guess I am just destined to be rude Ø

SS: (Wow.) SS: (There's, like two ways this ish can even go!)

SS: (One: I up and become Empress and then I get to outlaw you bein rude and you regret everything!)

AC: Ø oh noooooo Ø

SS: (Two: I die, and you up and feel bad about bein rude to a dead guy. (\unu/) )

SS: (You lose both ways!)

AC: Ø oh noooooooo Ø

AC: Ø I guess I do .n. Ø

AC: Ø what do I do now Ø

AA: maidiebb, why you think his hairns so big? AA: it's to hide his fins, duh.

AA: lucky forn you, i snuck a pic of 'em. >:P

SS: (Gasp!)

AC: Ø .u. oh gosh Ø

SS: (Scandal!)

AC: Ø gasp Ø

AA: the trnuth is fucking rnvealed.

AC: Ø shocking! .n. Ø

SS: (Wow, this is clearly Photoshopped.)

SS: (My hair is way nicer than that. (\unu/) )

AA: y, y, soz, did not feel like lovingly rnenderning out the afternmath of yrn headfluff's fight with a hairndrniern.

SS: (Victory! My headfluff's victory over the hairdrier.)

SS: (Soz. *Hainrndnrnienrn.)

AA: glad to see yrnlrning2speak standarnd.

AA: it's a harnd rnoad, but yrn getting therne!!

SS: (And I've only managed to stay on it thanks to your pro steering skills!)