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siremasterlawrence · 2 years ago

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The Lost Signal Part 3 - 4

The sudden disappearance of superheroes Superman, Batman, Superboy and newly minted hero Nightwing vanish after public court cases.

The news as per usual is on a loop constant replay of the events and the magical event of their defeat running out of control on the screen.

Bucky turns off television then throws the remote down on to the table sighing a bit in anger as Cap appears placing a hand on his shoulder.

He stares out of the window completely left in a befuddle of all the craziness that is about to be ensuing.

He can’t imagine how a court room could

be a bizarre actions of Bruce and Clark obeying this man.

They jump to obey to grab hold of Clark and Connor to induce him in to total submission is unbelievable.

Cap puts his shield down to and focus on the paper he lay on the table he began to list everything.

It’s amazing one man can have enough power and ability to mind control the man of steel.

Who has that power and why would they allow the world to see it. It literally makes no sense at all to him.

Captain America watches as Bucky exits the room to go for a walk he does notice a man in the background.

Across the way on the roof a batarang hits the glass shooting on to the wall a man hits the floor.

He rolls through the room finally standing up to face Captain America is The Dark Night with spiral eyes.

He has wildly sick expression on his red face with crazy eyes he loses his mind throwing all the blows.

Captain America goes to toe with him blow to blow Steve cannot believe he and Bruce AKA Batman.

Cap leaps in to the air digging his feet in to the wall he holds on tight propelling his feet upward.

He throws his shield at him hitting Batman in the face sending Bruce flying back in to the wall.

“What the hell is going on? What’s wrong with you Bruce? What did he do to you?”

“He freed me Boy Scout and he will break you super pussy. Mwahahahahaha.” Bruce adds pinning him down and using his one shied to knock him out.

“Wwwwaaaaaahhhhhh! Where am I?” Buck sighs as his eyes pop open.

“You are awake? Perfect!” Blue Haze says in excitement and smacks his face.

“Jackass! Release me, let’s us all go now, I am meaning immediately.” He yells.

“Dick please come in and help Bucky over here.” I command.

“Yes Master!” Dick shuffles in to the room.

“Dick no! Nnnnnnoooo! Stop!” Bucky yells.

“Sssshhhhh!” Dick puts his finger on his lips.

“Relax Buck” telling Bucky rubbing his head.

“Set me free” Bucky begs

“When I get out here” Bucky boldly states

“How will you do that?” Blue Haze mocks him

“I thought so shut up!” He continues

“Bastard” Bucky fights back

“Call me whatever you want” Blue Haze shrugs

“You will still submit to me” finishing it

“Fat chance” Bucky bites back

“Oh yeah!” He adds

“Hit it” Blue Haze instructs Dick to flip the switch.

The end

The Lost Signal Part 5 - 6

Superman along with Superboy on orders are on their way to take the skies creating a storm and causing a havoc on the earth and the systems go down.

Batman and Nightwing go on a looting trip all over the country adding to my wealth and his vast fortune.

Stepping out of the nights dim light shadow Daredevil breaks a lot and races down the staircase.

He jolts upward over the bar a few feet to the middle floor and kicks open a door a group guards react.

Daredevil takes out his billy clubs throwing them on target to guys are knocked out and two more stuck on to the walls.

Matt loses his mind throwing punches high low and kicks defeating everyone in his way till he reaches the end of the long hall way.

“Master Lawrence huh or should I call you Blue Haze?”

“You figured it out extremely resourceful indeed.”

“I am bringing you in one or the other.”

“I see, stare in to the abyss Matt, feel all of your senses go wild and you feet give in.”

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh! My senses! FUCK!”

“Your mind loses control spinning in to new web I am weaving.”

“What are you doing to me?”

“Come on Matt! Really?”

“Mwahahahahaha”

“You want this”

“As much as you do”

“Admit it”

rank Castle is walking from a mission it is unknown to him of a looming finger approach him.

Someone shoves him in to an alley way and block him he removes a needle from his bag.

The man raises his hand pinning Frank C down and inject him hard as the serum took root.

“Ffffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”

“Sorry Frank! Master has chosen you”

“What Matt? Why?”

“I told you why”

“Master’s will must be obeyed”

“He will love you “

“I already do”

“You are his property”

“So am I”

“Uuuugggghhhh!”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“I hear and obey”

“My love”

“Take me to him”

“On my way Master”

The end

#chris evans #sebastian stan #captain america #the winter soldier #charlie cox #daredevil #jon bernthal #The Punisher #The Lost Signal

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preferredrealty · 5 years ago

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Escape - A Kian Lawley Imagine

Cabin fever has set in with this lockdown going on so i've written this to distract myself from being cooped up in the house.

This is my first Kian imagine hope you guys enjoy!

This deleted twice when I tried to edit it so I gave up! I apologise for any spelling mistakes

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As Always, Feedback is appreciated 💛🌻

- (Y/N) groaned as her phone buzzed constantly on her bedside table, buzzing to the point where it was balancing on the edge when one final vibration sent it over the edge, landing on the plush carpet below. Leaning over the side of the bed she looked at the face time call coming through from Kian. A small smile growing over her face at the goofy face of her best friend. Reaching for the phone she swiped to answer letting her face fall back into her pillow, her hair which she had tied in a bun before bed had come lose and was now sticking up all over.

The call connected showing Kian sitting behind the driving wheel of a car that (Y/N) quickly realised was JC's jeep, also recognising that the car doors were gone. "Morning beautiful!" He sang making (Y/N) cringe at his energetic behaviour this early in the morning. "Morning Kian." She groaned, standing from her bed, moving at a snail like speed to her kitchen, nodding to her roommate, Abby, who was eatting a bowl of cereal while scroll on her phone. "I'm on my way to your place, be ready. We are going on an adventure." Kian smiled as he kept his eyes on the road. (Y/N) glanced down at her body the vintage denim KNJ WORLDWIDE hoodie hanging like a dress over her thighs, covering the underwear she was wearing beneath. "Boy I haven't even showered yet!" She sighed grabbing a cereal bar. "You showered last night." Kian replied simpily lifting the phone from where it was resting, bringing it closer to his face as he got stuck in traffic. "You'll need to shower again by the time i'm done with you." He smirked wiggling his eyebrows. "You'll need a doctor by the time i'm done with you." (Y/N) snapped back, really not a morning person. "Ohh Kinky!" Kian sang, putting his phone back where it was to keep driving. "I'll be at your place in twenty minutes, dress for a walk but it's warm so I recommend shorts." He grinned before hanging up.

(Y/N) sighed setting her phone on the counter turning to find Abby smirking. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow taking a bite from her bar. "What?" She asked, chewing as Abby shook her head. "Just fuck him already girl." Abby laughed as (Y/N)'s eyes widened chocking on her bar. It was no secret that Kian and (Y/N) flirted but the fact that she had been friends with him for as long as him and Jc have been friends always put her off taking it further. They had shared a few drunken kisses and even almost hooked up on Kians 21st birthday only to be interupted by Jc bustin into the room screaming that the birthday boy shouldn't leave his own party.

"He's my friend, that's it." (Y/N) groaned as a text came through. iMessage from Kiwi: Bring a swimming suit too! See you soon x With a sigh (Y/N) walked back into her room, staring at the bush on top of her head before reaching for her brush preparing to tackle the mess.

Fifteen minutes later (Y/N) had her hair in a messy bun, a pair of light wash mom shorts on with Kian's tie-dye shirt that said Whatever on it tucked into her shorts. She pulled on her white high top converse on as she sat in the middle of her bed, sighing as she stared at the laces. "I hate you..but I love you." She whispered glaring at them to be interuppted by Kians laugh filling the room. "Damn, poor shoes." He smiled, sat on the bed with his back to (Y/N) pulling her leg onto his lap, tying her lace before patting her calf, genturing for the other foot.

Smiling she swapped her feet over reaching forward to rest her chin on kians shoulder. "Thanks." She grinned as he finished typing a perfect bow, standing up to hold his hands out helping (Y/N) stand. "Got your stuff ready?" Kian asked genturing to the familiar black XPLR backpack on the floor next to her door. "Yup, ready to go." She popped the 'p' in 'yup' As Kian grabbed the back pack making (Y/N) smirk sending a sneaky snapchat to Colby, saying that Kian was a die hard fan.

"See you later Abby!" (Y/N) yelled as she walked out the door, following Kian to Jc's jeep. "So my bestie, where you taking me today?" (Y/N) smiled, climbing into the jeep, loving it when the doors were off. Climbing in Kian set (Y/N)'s backpack on the floor in the back next to his own before turning to start the car. "I found a awesome swimming hole in a forest out of the city, I wanted to show you it." He backed out of his parking space, hand resting on the back of (Y/N)'s seat as he reversed. Reaching for the Aux cord (Y/N) plugged her phone in, a grin spreading as she searched through her playlist for the perfect song.

Thirty minutes into their drive they were out of the city driving around a practically empty road, the sky a pink and purple mix as the day began. Kian was smiling at (Y/N) as she sang along to each song that came on, out of habit somewhere along the way Kians hand had rested on her thigh, only leaving to shift gears and going straight back to its spot. The leg with kians hand on it rested on the seat while her other one sat on the dashboard, she had kindly put a hoodie under it not wanting to damage Jc's baby.

"Awgh!" Hearing (Y/N) make that noise Kians head shot to face her seeing her pouting at her phone. "(Y/N)? You okay?" He asked making her look up with a grin. "I just forgot about this song!" She smiled pressing on it. As 'Classic' by MKTO came from the speakers Kian smiled leaning his head back on his head rest as he kept his eyes on the road listening to (Y/N) sing along. Her head lazily bobbing along to the beat. As she got more into the song she turned to Kian singing in his direction.

"Oh come on Kian! You remember the words!" She teased. With a hearty laugh Kian grinned singing along with her, his thumb now stroaking her thigh. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as they pulled off onto a dirt road leading into a forest. "Oh my god..this is it, you're finally going to murder me!" She cried causing Kian the laugh and nod. "Yup, nobody can hear you scream out here." He wink, his eyes going back to the road missing the red blush on (Y/N)'s cheeks, taking his statement a different way.

The song changed to a more soft acustic song (Y/N) didn't know as they drove along the dirt road, (Y/N) looked up watching the sun break through the trees as she relaxed into her seat, one hand out of the jeep weaving through the wind, the other tracing Kians fingers on her thigh.

Kian came to a stop in a small parking area that was over grown with shrubs and flowers making (Y/N) raise an eyebrow. "I think the forest park decided that this trail was too far out to maintain so they just let it go." Kian expained as he unbuckled his belt, handing (Y/N) her back pack before grabbing his own. (Y/N) got out of the jeep, walking next to Kian as he started down a trail that had clearly been left un-touched for a while. Kian lead the way, helping (Y/N) over fallen logs, holding branches out of her way and warning her about dips in the path as they went.

(Y/N) looked around, her eyes taking in the wild surrounding as she turned to look up at Kian. "How'd you find this place Kian?" She asked in a low voice, not wanting to distub the quietness. Kian poursed his lips kicking a twig as he thought out his words. "I got lost in my head one day, fighting with myself, telling myself I was failing at YouTube, I wasn't..attractive enough, I wasn't smart enough, just a bad day. So I decided to drive to focus on something else when I came across the dirt road and just started walking when I found the path, now this place is my escape...and I wanted my favourite person to share it with me." He smiled as he stopped at what looked like a dead end. Turning to a over grown tree he lifting a few lower branches revealing a swimming hole with a waterfall flowing into it.

(Y/N) gasped walking through the gap her eyes taking in the sight before her. The swimming hole was a perfect circle, one side more shallow than the other, the waterfall seemed to fall perfectly in the centre from a small cliff-like ledge, the trees around the area stood tall but a gap aloud a large ray of sunlight the beam through giving a warm glow to the area. "Kian this is beautiful!" She grinned as Kian stepped up next to her, "It is." He nodded looking around before point at a large rock that was off to the side of the water. "You can change behind there he smiled, pulling his shirt off, already in his swimming trunks. Running off quickly (Y/N) started to get changed into her Retro styple navey and white striped bikini. Kian had already walked waist deep into the water, his fingers waving through the water as he heard a soft splashing behind him he turned to see (Y/N) taking small steps into the water, her messy bun now gone, her hair cascading down her back. Holding out his hand Kian grinned at her as the walked deeper, the water hit (Y/N)'s chin as it barely touched Kians shoulders making him laugh at her. (Y/N) smirked up at him, grabbing his shoulders, dunking him under the water, squealing as Kian tired to grab her waist to pull her under with him. (Y/N) broke free from his grip swimming towards the waterfall.

She turned around, hand and feet treading the water to keep her afloat looking for Kian not seeing him anywhere. The waterfall causing bubbles under the water so she couldn't see a few feet around her. "Kian?" She called out, feeling a bit worried he hadn't come up yet. "Kia-"A scream ripped from her as her ankle was grabbed pulling her under the water.

Her eyes stung for a second as she opened them under the water, the beam of sunlight making the water as clear as the air above it, she came face to face with Kians grinning face making her shake her head before swimming back to the surface Kian following.

"Jackass." She muttered as he broke the water making him laugh, hands gripping her waist, pulling her legs to wrap around his hips. Kian kicked his legs keeping them both floating as he just enjoyed (Y/N)'s presence, her mind clearly occupied by looking around the forest. Kian took the time to take in all her features, the smile that stopped his heart, the nose that scruched when he told a bad joke, the cheeks he cant stop himself from kissing when he's in a drunken haze. He bit his lip as her eyes met his, her eye lashes dripping water, making them look longer and fuller, making her eyes look bigger.

(Y/N)'s head tilted to the side as she looked at Kian, a blush on her cheeks from his intense stare. "What's the matter?" She asked, taking one of her hands off his shoulders to push his hair back out of his face. "Nothing...I'm just in love with you." Kian smiled as (Y/N)'s face turned to shock, the hand in his hair gripping a few strands. "I'm in love with you (Y/N)." He whispered nudging his nose against hers. "I think I always have been." He finished pushing his lips against her, unable to contain the noise of satisfaction from escaping as she moved her lips back against his. Her hand gripping tighter as Kians hands moved to grip her thighs.

Pulling back (Y/N) giggled pressing a quick kiss to his lips before leaning her forehead against his. "I love you too." She grinned as Kian pulled her back into another kiss, getting lost in their own little world.

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loukja · 5 years ago

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The Princess and the Guard - Sneaking out

There was a soft knock on the door. Aurora angled her head. She had been waiting, hoping, all day. “Yes?”

Vexx stuck his head in her room, and immediately raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Good evening to you, too, my saviour in a world of boredom, my sunshine on a dark day,” she stretched out one arm towards him in a dramatic gesture. She was, as he had stated, lying sprawled across the floor, her head towards the door, so she saw him in an upside-down perspective.

“Gee, get a hold of yourself,” Vexx closed the door behind him and strolled across her room, stepping over her, and helping himself to a glass of water from the pitcher that was set on a side-table. “Were you throwing a tantrum because everyone’s out at the party and you had to stay behind?”

“I’m was not throwing a tantrum. I might be sulking a bit, though.”

“Tzz, if this is ‘sulking a bit�� then I guess I never want to witness a royal tantrum” for a moment he looked disapproving, but that passed quickly, replaced by a little smirk. “Bannon was dozing when I turned the corner, you could’ve easily snuck out. Right through the front door. If you ask me he’s more of a decoration than a guard, and not even a pretty one.”

“Thankfully my second guard is dashing and highly qualified.”

Vexx grinned. “Are you hitting on me, princess?”

“Yes, is it working?” she grinned back, but her blush kind of stabbed her attempt at nonchalance in the back.

“Always,” his smile was dazzling, but then he turned away.

She sat up, considering his broad back as he looked out on the lush gardens that stretched before her windows. “About sneaking out… would you like to?”

He glanced at her over his shoulder, eyebrows raised. “To sneak out?”

Aurora buried her fingers in the carpet, pulling at the soft threats. “Yes. I mean, there is no one around to notice, right? We could explore the park? It’s huge.”

“What do you want us to do, princess? Climb off the balcony?”

“We… wouldn’t have to do that? I know a more discreet way? I could show you.”

Something in his posture shifted, and there suddenly was a new light in his eyes. “Really?”

A smile spread over her face, proud to have caught his attention. “Yes. But you can tell no one that I know that way. Or better, not tell anybody about it at all.”

“You’ve been doing this before, haven’t you?”

“Proposing sneaking out to my guard? No, never,” she gave him an angelic expression and he laughed.

“Who would have thought, princess? You’re not as well behaved as you let on.”

Aurora got up. “Well, I never went far. I wouldn’t even call it misbehaving. Come on,” she went up to one of the walls and ran her fingers over the intricate stucco. Then she pulled at the wall-panel and it swung outward into the room, revealing a narrow corridor inside the wall. “Tadaa.”

“Tadaa indeed,” Vexx climbed in after her and stepped back, to let her pull the panel shut behind them. As she did, they were sealed in darkness and stale air. “Don’t we need some light?” For some reason he had lowered his voice to a whisper.

“No, I know this place very well, just trust me.” She turned to lead the way and startled slightly when she felt his fingers brush against her arm, running down over her wrist before he tangled his fingers with hers.

“If I stumble and fall I’m taking you with me,” he said, and she could hear his grin.

“Have a little faith, you dumbass,” it was much easier to be sassy in the dark. Still, she tightened her grip on his hand and pulled him with her, whispering out when there were steps or turns.

“Just how many rooms are connected to this?” he asked after a while, his voice still hushed.

“I wouldn’t know for sure. Probably a lot. There are a ton of secret passageways in the palace. Well, there are a good few for servants, but there are also the ones like this that are not used by anyone.”

“Except for our little explorer princess, I assume?”

“I’m pretty sure I haven’t found half of the ones there are,” she admitted, but she couldn’t help a little proud smile.

“You have to show me sometimes,” he murmured, crowding close to her as she stopped in front of a door, her fingers searching for the latch to open it.

“Do I now?”

“Mhmm, because I like hidden places and sneaking around,” his breath tickled her neck as he bowed his head down towards her. For a moment she was oh so tempted to press her back against his body, to reach back and lace her fingers through his scarlet hair and pull his head down to her, to feel his lips on her skin. She bit her own lip hard, trying to banish these thoughts.

“But a girl’s gotta keep her secrets,” she whispered back, finally opening the door and letting go of his hand as she danced out of his reach into the warm evening.

Vexx chuckled as he followed her out. “Just imagine all the adventures we could have.”

“Maybe I will,” she twirled, letting her dress billow around her, “but for now, let’s focus on our adventure at hand.” With that she turned and dashed over the lawn towards the woods.

The trees were far spaced, cultivated things. With the setting sun that dipped the woods in golden light Aurora felt a bit like in a fairytale. She took a glance over her shoulder at Vexx. Who would he be in a fairytale? Her prince? A clever guy who outsmarts everyone and thus gains the favour of nobility? Or maybe the wolf, out to take whatever he wants? That predatory smile of his would sure be fitting for that role.

He showed her a nicer version of a smile, cocking his head. “What are you dreaming about, princess?”

“Fairytales,” she admitted, and he chuckled.

“Really? You already live in one, what is there left to dream about?”

She wondered if he was just teasing her, because she thought she heard a light edge to his words.

“Being locked away in a palace isn’t exactly the part that excites me in tales,” she tried to read his face, but he wasn’t making it easy for her.

“What part do you want? Being poisoned by an evil stepmom? Lost in the woods? Eaten by a wolf or captured by a dragon?” he narrowed his eyes a little. “Or were you hoping for a prince to come and safe you from your dire fate?”

“I know my fate isn’t dire. And I wasn’t hoping for a prince…” she bit her lip to supress a pout. Because she knew she was privileged, but she had also not chosen this life and she felt like he was judging her for not being happy with it.

“Well, if you’re not insisting on a prince specifically, we can arrange for some fairytale moments for you. Like the kissing while you sleep and can’t give your consent bit, I could totally do that if you wish it,” his grin was suggestive, and she could feel heat rise into her cheeks, even though he was clearly joking.

“Knock it off, you jackass,” she slapped his arm, trying to downplay her embarrassment. Because him kissing her had been a recurring daydream of hers.

“Hey, princesses aren’t meant to resort to violence!” he laughed.

“Well, maybe I was dreaming of a scenario in which I’m not a princess, but…” she searched for something, “a lost boy,” she propped her hands on her waist and struck a Peter Pan pose.

“And you’d just fight pirates and play games all day?” he inquired with a smirk.

“Exactly!” she glanced at him, and then she jumped forward, tapping his arm. “Tag, you’re it,” she called out as she took off.

“Alright, I’ll just give you a bit of a head start,” Vexx’s voice carried behind her, and part of her wanted to challenge him for being condescending like that. But then he was way taller than her, so probably way faster, too. Thankfully her dress just reached her knees and had a wide skirt that allowed her to run unhindered. She dashed through the trees, willing herself to go even faster when she heard Vexx call out behind her: “Alright, I’m coming!”

She jumped over a log that looked like someone had artfully arranged it into the scenery, which was probably the case. While she was weaving through the trees her sides already started to sting. Running wasn’t something she often got to do, but it felt good and free and when she burst out onto a meadow that actually looked wild and untamed she allowed herself to spin around to see how close Vexx already was. Dandelions exploded around her as her skirt billowed around her thighs, the seeds dancing through the air around her like glitter in a snow globe. Vexx was almost on her, running so much faster than her, but she spun out of his reach, even though now it was just a question of time. She dodged and zig zagged through the thigh high grass. When Vexx lunged for her and sent them both toppling into the grass she squealed. For a short moment his arm was around her waist, for a heartbeat she was above him. And then they were lying side by side in the grass, her chest rising and falling rapidly while he did not seem out of breath at all.

“Got you,” he told her with a smile that sent a shiver down her spine and gave her butterflies.

“Only…” she drew a deep breath, “because you had an advantage. You tallish freak.”

He laughed. “Don’t blame me. You picked the game, you sore loser.”

When she turned her face up towards the sunset sky and huffed, he reached out and tugged at a curl of her hair. “But you were faster than I anticipated, I give you that.”

She looked back at him, her eyebrows raised. “Just how slow did you think I am?”

“Pretty slow. And I thought you would fall over the first thing in your way because you always have your head in the clouds.”

She gasped in mock offence. “The audacity! I do not!”

“Of course not. You’re the most grounded person I know, little dreamer,” there was a softness in his voice that she wasn’t used to. He was still absentmindedly playing with the tips of her hair, his gaze locked with hers, the sunlight filtering through the grass painting golden specks on his face. His gaze dropped to her lips, just for a second, and her heart seemed to climb up her throat. And then he reached out, his finger brushing against her cheek. Her breath stalled. Vexx held up his fingertip and the single eyelash balanced on it. “Make a wish, princess.”

“Aren’t you too grounded to suggest something like that? And shouldn’t it be your wish?”

Vexx just smiled and raised an eyebrow at her, waiting. And so she blew the lash away, concentrating on one thought: I wish he’d fall in love with me.

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damienthepious · 5 years ago

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I mean literally the last 1000 or so words of chapter 12 lmao but SPECIFICALLY ["Maybe he'd wanna be generous again, just for a second?"] to ["Fine. Helpless little thing. Move aside, will you?"] (shush i'm totally not doing 2 from the same chapter it isn't my fault i swear you just put SO MUCH GOOD SHIT IN IT)

[Pick a short passage from any fanfic I’ve written and send it to me, and I’ll give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet]

FUCK how did i MISS THIS the timestamp says TWO MONTHS AGO and i’ve been out here WHINING about not having and excuse to talk oh my gOD i’m so stupid

CHAPTER 12

["Well…" she pauses, gently turning Damien's hand in her own, biting her lip.] Rilla... shy? Rilla being shy? hhhhhhh she knows this is a long shot. she knows she probably... shouldn’t even want this, let alone ask for it... but...

["I… my hands are a little… shaky, at the moment. Maybe he'd wanna be generous again, just for a second?"] Rilla is having a really, really, really rough night. And she knows, intellectually, that Damien and Arum are both safe. They didn’t really try to kill each other. She didn’t really... burn them to death. but also........ Arum is all the way over there.... and she just... she knows that she shouldn’t want to touch him for non-medical reasons. That’s overstepping, for sure, and she knows with the way she feels that it’s inappropriate. but. but. but. she’s had Damien’s hands in her hair and it’s been so nice and she’s feeling very fucking vulnerable right now and if he helped Damien with something vulnerable while she was gone... maybe? maybe?

[Arum freezes, and then his frill presses to his neck and he glances towards the pair of them with a look of alarm. // "Wh- what do you mean? What do you want?"] Arum, in his usual defensive assumption, thinks he’s being made fun of in some way. He doesn’t actually know what she’s asking for, but he’s just barely past freaked out that she’s going to be angry at him (that she’s going to remember to hate him for his nature) for the cut on Damien’s hand. His frill presses down- he’s scared. And Arum gets aggressive when he’s scared.

[Rilla ducks her head, and then she glances up at the monster and Damien knows what she means, even if Arum does not.] Damien knows Rilla. He’s very, very perceptive, and he pays a hell of a lot of attention to her face, her motions, her moods, her wants. And it’s rare for Rilla to want something and not ask for it directly. Rilla doesn’t keep her desires close to the chest- she gets what she wants because she’s so willing to directly address those feelings. Which means, of course, that she is uncertain about asking for this. A rarity. So. She wants Arum to help Damien braid her hair, but she’s not sure about actually asking. Is she unsure because of Damien? Is she unsure because of Arum? Because of herself? Damien doesn’t quite know why she’s hesitating, but he knows what she wants.

[Damien feels, perhaps, that he should be… concerned, at the very least. Disgusted, even. But��] This chapter is a lot of What Damien Should Feel versus what he does feel. The idea of a monster carding his claws through Rilla’s hair “should” absolutely fill Damien with terror and repulsion. But Arum isn’t just “A Monster”, anymore, is he? Damien isn’t even concerned. What, would Arum have waited and bided his time for the moment he could... get his claws into Rilla’s hair? He could have killed her repeatedly by now. Could have killed either of them, over and over again. It’s barely a shadow of a worry, anymore. It’s just a whisper of Should Should Should. He has to keep reminding himself about it, these days.

["Do you… do you know how to braid, Lord Arum?" he asks, tilting his head, and Arum blinks, and then scowls.] Damien asks. Damien asks. Damien asks. A little less directly than Rilla ordinarily would have, but still. If he can help Rilla he will, but if he cannot do this for her... well... should he leave Rilla’s desires unfulfilled simply because he would not be himself fulfilling them? that phrasing got away from me. Dammit Damien. He doesn’t ask Arum TO braid her hair. He asks, first, if Arum can braid. And Arum already on the defensive, gets growly because it feels like his “skills” are being picked at.

["Of course I do. Don't ask foolish questions."] “of course I do” you fucking... dumbass. It’s a perfectly legitimate question. Damien has no fucking reason to know that you like to fucking weave vines you ridiculous lizard. You don’t have hair it’s a VALID. QUESTION. Jackass.

["Would you… perhaps…] A valid hesitation tbh [would you help me to braid Rilla's hair, again?] aaaaaAAAAAAAA [With my hand…" Damien frowns gently at himself, and he fully expects the monster to snap, to laugh, to bolt.] GOD.... THEY’RE TRYING SO FUCKING HARD TO NAVIGATE AROUND EACH OTHER IM DYING. I WROTE THIS AND I’M DYING. FUCK!!! Snap/Laugh/Bolt. Damien catastrophizes, we know this. This is a minor version of that, but-

Arum could Snap: You think I am some sort of SERVANT for Amaryllis now that she has saved my life? How DARE YOU.

Arum could Laugh: You soft, stupid thing... you want a monster to braid for you? You cut your hand and then wish for me to fix your messes? Do you think we are FRIENDS? [LIZARDY LAUGHTER]

Arum could Bolt: Literally the lizard is so easily embarrassed he could just nyoom from the room at the suggestion. That’s not unrealistic, actually.

[Arum stares, his violet eyes wide and stunned, and then he drops his gaze,] Arum is exactly as surprised as Damien is, that he would actually ask for this. [pulling his hands close to wring awkwardly in front of himself for a moment before he seems to become aware of what he is doing,] hhh oof fuck i love that mental image a LOT actually. Arum thinking about braiding Rilla’s hair and compulsively clutching his own hands, clamping down on the desire, realizing how obviously he is doing it and then forcing himself to stop. we love a touch-starved repressed lizard

[and then without answering he- he crawls closer, bringing himself beside Damien and stubbornly not looking at Rilla as she smiles, breathing a soft laugh.] he was asked. They asked him. Rilla is smiling, and she implied, even if she wasn’t the one who... Arum has been sitting aside since Damien started brushing out Rilla’s hair. He’s been stuck like two feet away, just fucking yearning tbh. He got a go-ahead to come closer and he can even pretend it’s not something he wanted to do anyway. Big Fucking Win for the lizard lord, tbh.

["Fine. Helpless little thing. Move aside, will you?"] And he even gets to be GRUMPY ABOUT IT!!! Act like he’s being IMPOSED upon, and he’s being magnanimous about it. Big Fucking Win for the Lizard.

[Damien shifts, moving to sit beside Rilla instead, and then he gestures for Arum to take his place,] h h h symbolic??? [and the monster does so with a graceless grumble.] performative grumpiness to obscure how fucking much he wants this. he wants this so fucking badly.

[Rilla exhales, her eyes closing again as three of Arum's hands (the fourth, his broken wrist, apparently not quite dexterous enough for the task just yet) sink into Rilla's hair, parting and sectioning it off before he starts to weave an elegant braid slowly down.] He doesn’t hesitate so they don’t have the opportunity to change their minds. Not that they were going to, obviously, but Arum doesn’t know that. And Rilla.... Rilla share some of that around, maybe. Having someone play with your hair is delightful ugh. And this is. all. still from Damien’s perspective. He’s watching. And he’s applying words like ‘elegant’ and ‘dexterous’ to Arum’s hands, and Arum’s handiwork. Mmhm.

ANYWAY sorry this languished in my inbox for TWO GODDAMN MONTHS i love you sweetpea

#<3<3<3<3<3 #scattered meta #elle's fanfic meta #long post #text heavy #shorter-than-her-tbr-pile #asks

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rndyounghowze · 5 years ago

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Helvetica Sails On At Elm Street Cultural Arts Village

By Ricky and Dana Young-Howze

Woodstock, Georgia

On May Thirteenth around three o'clock the play Helvetica by one of our dear friends Will Coleman was dead on arrival. It was yet another theatrical casualty of this global pandemic that has shuttered the doors of theaters everywhere from the Elm Street Cultural Arts Village in Woodstock, Georgia all the way to Broadway. The notice was one of the millions just like it that Dana and I had seen in our feed and our hearts had gone out to them. As reviewers we have felt helpless sitting on the sidelines for this whole thing. Then we saw a post by director Nicole Adkins that the show was not only not dead but going live on Thursday as a digitally streamed experience. So one message later and Dana and I were sitting on our bed with our cats doing our first theatre review from our homes!

Saying that Helvetica is the story of a writer of the same name isn't doing it justice. A "deconstructed" or "exploded" life is more fitting. Narrated by her favorite stuffed bear Myron this play takes you on a journey through Helvetica's younger years with her Mom and Dad to her adult life in a marriage gone wrong, to her final months battling cancer. But we never stay in one place too long as Myron deftly moves us from one time to another weaving the story together as if it's a tapestry. This is a play about stories and how they're born.

I've mainly known Nicole as a talented children's playwright and teacher. This is my first real encounter with her directing and I want to point out two strengths she has. When you watch this the first thing you'll notice in many scenes is that you don't notice her. When you sample the wares of a baker you're not tasting the individual ingredients you're tasting the confection and this is the case with her. Like with my South Jersey cohort I love the directors that put in the time and labor over their shows but like up North she's one of the few where you don't see her metaphorical hands on actors' shoulders gently nudging them or see their handiwork everywhere. You just see the amazing work as a whole! Nicole's second strength was grand stage pictures that reminded us of the depth of this story and its journey through time. There were a couple times like in Helvetica's funeral and the ballerina scene where I felt pacing suffered for that depth but that is being completely nitpicky.

One thing I envy about K. Willow Coleman are their characters. But in this play there are some characters that offer challenges to actors which rival the feats of Hercules.

Take Myron (played by Sean Haley) in which you have to be a stuffed bear that's not just a stuffed bear. If you stepped into this role thinking, "I'm just Helvetica's teddy bear" you've failed from the beginning. Haley seems to know that Myron is also Helvetica's avatar, the only person that she has loved one hundred percent, and the only person qualified to tell her story. But he still had to also be a bear and through Haley's performance I never forgot that even though he's not wearing a bear costume.

Now there's the impossible task of playing Helvetica. Helvetica is played by three actresses: Past Helvetica (Evie Sickbert), Present Helvetica (Molly Gilmartin), and Future Helvetica (Mary Wolfson). It would be very hard to play one of these people but then you have the added hardship of making your performance work in such a way that I don't see a "seam" in the actresses portrayal and they all blend into one character. I don't know how much (if at all) they planned for this but whatever they they did it worked. If they did this purely by accident they should take that secret to their graves.

First of all Miss Sickbert was my absolute favorite performer! The scene she has with Helvetica's father needs a maturity way beyond her years and it touched me to the core. At such a young age to be emoting with her eyes and face like that is so amazing. Gilmartin's performance played the perfect balance of reserved and passionate. I totally felt her character's feeling of being stuck and she drew this emotion out of me that just wanted to yell "just punch the dumb husband and sail away with Myron!" Wolfson's performance is what grounded me and I found myself calmed by her. Playing a writer is hard already because all of the conflict is inside the head yet Wolfson allowed that inner conflict to come outside and I could see her working through it. All three of these women came together to give us only one Helvetica and they deserve a riotous applause.

Then there are the characters that form a sort of a spine to the play because even when we don't see them we feel them. Father (played by Daniel Sickbert) and Mother (played by Riley Rawson) were two such characters. These were both people who needed to be powerful performers because we had to feel their effect on Helvetica's life long after they were gone. I think Sickbert's delivery rang with me more but he may have been "cheating" because he was talking to his real life daughter Evie most of the time (although from people I know who have done it acting with real life family can sometimes be harder). At first I thought Rawson's performance left something to be desired but then I saw her start to settle in and own it. Her last monologue in the play is one of my favorites of all time and she killed it. I just wished we could have had that energy the whole performance.

Big shout out to James Cogswell for giving me a Husband that I want to punch in the face. It's very hard to play a jackass and my hat is off to him for it.

Okay I was looking in the program for the almost five other talented actresses that were in this play but it turns out that they were all Amanda Lynn Simmons. This performer is not only a talented actress and ballet dancer but also a composer! I can't believe that I'm using the word "polymath" in a review but here I am giving it to her. There you go Miss Simmons making me pull out my SAT words.

Okay I want to talk to both set designer Brian Gamel and lighting designer Megan Johnson. Because of the very monochromatic gray color palette of the stage all I could think about was that we were inside Helvetica's brain (her "graymatter") and watching her story unfold in her mind. If that was your intention you're geniuses. If it wasn't let that be your biggest secret. The grays gave a great background for Johnson's vibrant purples and the muted blues and greens and browns of Cindy Flanders' costume design. Also Flanders deserves high praise for uniting all three Helveticas with the same color scheme but giving them all different styles and tastes. Whereas the trio of actresses played a unified character the clothing clued us into their different personalities.

Also a shout-out to sound designer Zach Roe and projection designer Beth Tate. These roles hardly ever get any love and they are the unsung heroes of the theatre.

A special shout-out to videography by David Thompson Technologies without whom this production would have stayed cancelled.

Don't tell Katie Coleman this but this play has stuck with Dana and me throughout the seven or so years since we first saw the staged reading at the Hollins Playwright's Lab. We have stayed up at night in bed talking (and arguing) about this play because we love it so much. It was very special for it to be our first review from quarantine. Also even in this digital age we still feel that need to be somewhere in person. We've had eyes and ears as a species way before we got phones and cameras so there is still a drive to get around the campfire as a tribe and let our hearts sync up as one to hear a good story. However in these times it's good to be reminded that technology can help us feel present with our loved ones even in times of uncertainty like this. Hence why I was able to do a review of play done in Georgia from my home in New Jersey written by a colleague from Chicago and directed by a professor I met in Virginia. This is what reminds me that Theatre is really about community and as long as the community still thrives theatre lives on. You now have a limited time to be a part of that global community. Follow the link below and watch this play yourself. After you watch it share it with a friend. Hurry fast because after May 10th it disappears!

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denisehq · 6 years ago

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HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?

WHO: Tobias Berry / Noah Puckerman ( @puckmanhq ) / Aliyah Puckerman ( @alipucks ) LOCATION: Toby and Aliyah’s place DATE & TIME: June 28, 2019, 1 AM - June 28, 2019, 8:30 AM SUMMARY: Puck visits Aliyah at her apartment to clear his head and get away from IHQ, but ends up spending the night with Toby instead. WARNINGS: Excessive drinking and non-descriptive nudity

1 AM

Well, shit. Puck thought as his sister walked off to her room, her middle fingers the last thing he saw before she completely disappeared. “Fucking charming.” Ha, I got the last word. Less than a second later the sound of an opening door before, “Fucking dumbass.” One final door close and now it was painfully quiet. Puck started bouncing his knee, looking around like he’d never seen the inside of an apartment before. See, now he was just chillin’ in the room with Tobias and honestly, he’d never really hung out with him, even though he was technically family, as Joey’s uncle. Guess they just didn’t have that much in common. Probably should have got the fuck up and taken his tipsy ass home but he really couldn’t be bothered. So instead he looked over at Toby. “Beer or tequila?” He asked as he poured himself a shot, ready to pour another.

“Fuckin’ traitor,” Tobias mumbled. How could Aliyah leave him right now? They weren’t even halfway through their movie. It’s not like it was-- Tobias checked his phone. “Shit,” he exhaled gently. “It’s later than I thought it was.” Which, if that was the case, why the hell did Aliyah let Puck inside in the first place? Tobias rubbed his eyes, still red from the makeshift hotbox in the bathroom earlier, and dismissed his own question with a shrug. Nope. Practical thought just didn’t exist when it was past midnight and you were still high as fuck. Tobias slowly turned his head towards Puck, interest finally piqued by his presence and the classical conditioning of the promise of alcohol. “Well, shit. If you’re pouring, then whatever cost the most.”

"Tequila it fucking is then." Pouring a second shot he handed it to his unlikely drunking buddy and riased his own glass. "To whatever the fuck this night's gonna be." Clinking his glass against Toby's, Puck did the classic frat boy table touch before throwing it back. Feeling the familiar burn, he chased it with a swig of beer before pouring himself another one. Already feeling the temperature rising which caused him to pull at the collar of his tank before leaning forward to place his beer on the coffee table. Looking at the screen he couldn't even remember what they were watching. "Dude, you look high enough to hear colors right now." He said as he took off his hat, because really was it 78 degrees in here? "And what the fuck is this movie?" He asked handing the younger man another shot.

With an exaggerated wince, teeth bared and all, Tobias placed the glass down. His technique was amateur, greedy even. But thankfully he didn’t have to smell and savor the damn thing. He just had to throw it back and accept that clear liquor was a foul ass invention. He drew a line with his eyes from the bottle to his empty drink, and gave Puck his best DJ Khaled impression. “Another one.” Condensation was already pooling around the base of their shot glasses, and the coasters they should have been using were sitting in a neat pile off to the side. Tobias exhaled warmly, shrugging off his signature denim jacket, before running a hand through his hair. Toby and Aliyah’s AC had been fucked for about a week now. The superintendent was taking his sweet ass time (as usual) in fixing it. Tobias hit at his sternum with a weak fist to break up the burn. “Oh, that?” He pointed at the screen. “It’s that one movie where that dude’s chest gets caved in and bites this other guy’s hands off?” Tobias started giggling. “It’s real great when you’re high,” he sang. “A classic.” Tobias’ cat, Mercutio weaved around Puck’s legs, purring happily. “He likes dudes,” Tobias spoke earnestly, before snatching up the bottle of tequila from the coffee table. “I’m pretty sure he’s gay.” He took a gulp. Or two. Or three. “It’s so fucking hot. Are you hot?” Toby handed the bottle back over to Puck. “I’m hot as hell.” He wiped at his forehead with his arm. “You can stay and roast but--” he pulled his shirt over his head “--I’m not trying to die in my own apartment.”

Raising an eyebrow at the description of the movie they'd been watching, Puck shouldn't have been surprised. Aliyah was definitely into some weird shit and somehow she was pulling that off in a cool way and honestly Puck had never been more proud of a sibling. Looking at Toby, he assessed him, trying to decide if he was cool or not. On the one hand he quoted DJ Khaled and couldn't take a shot of tequila with looking like someone was feeding him fire. On the other hand, he quoted DJ Khaled and took a shot like he was eating fire. So, unclear where he was on the Noah Puckerman dope-o-meter. "You and my sister really found each other." Standing up for no apparent reason just to immediately sit back down, it was definitely approaching 'fuck it' levels of intoxicated, which is where any potential impulse control peace-ed the absolute fuck out. Looking down at the cat, Puck smirked, "Don't blame 'im, I'm fucking hot. Good taste, bro." And then he tried to bro fist the cat and Puck could swear he could hear the thank god you're pretty coming from the little dude. Hearing that it wasn't just him burning the fuck up made him want to facetime his brothers just to flip them off, because fuck you guys clothes are dumb when you're drunk. Standing up, and this time with purpose, Puck pulled out his phone because obviously his magic mike ass needed music for this moment. Turning up his phone after picking Hot In Here by Nelly, he removed his tank in a very aesthetically pleasing and manly way. Alright, so what really happened was, his drunk ass picked Metro Station's Shake It and as he went to take off his tank with one hand it got stuck and ripped and he just kind of through it to the ground and then he winked like a jackass. "Gotta give 'em a show." But who the fuck was he talking to? Oh, right, the gay cat, naturally.

Tobias’ laughter slipped past his teeth and fingers. “Dude, I can totally see why you get so much play. You’re amazing,” he slurred. Tobias’ giggles died down, but the ache in his cheeks remained as the room tilted. “I can almost see why Lucky slept with you.” Toby squinted. “Where are my glasses?” He patted over his face. Sheer force of will would definitely make his vision clearer. “Do you ever think that, like, your eyes are so blue because you’re sad?” Toby cradled his head in his hands,hoping his over-saturated sponge of a brain wouldn’t leak out of his ears. Every blink was heavy, every movement slowed-down to an unbearable rate. “Fuuuuuuuuck. That weed was too strong.” Sweat slid down his back. “I have no idea how--” Tobias undid his belt ”--Aliyah is sleeping through this. I’m about to off myself.”

"Almost?” Puck said momentarily alert. “I’m the most fuckable.” As if to prove himself, he removed his pants, swearing feet weren’t usually this fucking difficult to get through a damn pant hole. Now, he was just standing there in his stripey boxer briefs vaguely gesturing at himself to accentuate his point. Honestly, at this point sounds were muffled and everything sounded kind of far away, maybe that’s why he was hyper focused on the younger man’s mouth. Not that he was secretly a master at lip reading, but when you’re drunk you’re pretty convinced you’re the master of everything. Picking up his phone again he pulled up his camera and started recording before standing stupidly close to Toby and making the camera lens face them, because there was no fucking way he was capable of remembering the invention of the fucking front facing function. Throwing his free arm around the taller man’s shoulders, he pulled him in close before tuning his face toward him. “You ever seen what happens when Ali gets serenaded?” He asked pausing for a moment letting a drunken smile creep on his face and he handed Toby his phone. “I think we oughta find out.” Honestly everything that happened next was..... something that never needs to see the light of day.

What the fuck is going on? Something that sounded a bit like Post Malone’s Sunflower was sounding through her room . As Aliyah hazily rose from her almost slumber, her feet dragged along her floor as she moved, feeling around, refusing to give in and turn on a light. As she was becoming more aware she noticed the song was becoming louder, yet not clearer as she moved closer to her door. Noticing the light shining underneath, she got ready to tell the neighbors to shut up as she opened her door. Unfortunately, the sight she was met with almost alerted her into a fucking heart attack.

Stood before her was her dumbass clearly drunk brother in the worst striped underwear she’d ever seen. When he saw her he began singing Wind Beneath My Wings. Peaking her head out more she wondered, how the fuck is Toby sleeping through this? Why the fuck is my loudest brother still here? and last but certainly not least, since when could he legit sing?

“Sing another word and I’ll make sure you’re left with a face only good enough for radio.” Suddenly she noticed more movement. “Fucking move.” She said and to his credit he did move, even if he hadn’t stopped singing.

Immediately upon seeing her actual favorite person, in a state of undress she fucking knew, he was drunk too. “Oh Toto, no, not you too. Fucking betrayed, dude, not cool.” Honestly, how was she supposed to control Puck in this state he was literally bouncing around like a 90′s rubber ball and apparently had been a hype man for Toby who was shamelessly smiling at him like this shit was normal and they weren’t drunk.

“Just havin’ a blasty blast, Al, and the AC doesn’t exsit and–” Then he just started moving. Was he holding a phone? Was it recording.

Walking over to her best friend she plucked it out of his hand and was kind of pleased it was, A) Puck’s phone and B) recording. Quickly she stopped the video so she could send it to herself before hitting record and handing it back to Toby. “Good Boy.”

Suddenly there was a woosh of fabric flying by her face, landing on Toby’s foot which he just laughed at and Aliyah without taking a proper look at what had been thrown turned around and was met with a fully nude Puck singling Sweet Child Of Mine while living his best nude air guitar life. With the quickest turn around ever, she ran to Toby and used him to balance herself as she pulled one of her socks off and throwing it at Puck. “I’m gonna kill you both and I’m keeping this.” She said snatching Puck’s phone out of Toby’s hand.

“You’re a fucking buzzkill anyone ever tell you that?” Puck said way too damn loud, at least he wasn’t singing anymore. Turning to look at Toby as she heard him snort she saw he was pointing at Puck, smiling, “He’s got a sock on his thingy.” Thank fuck it’s covered, was all Aliyah could think. Somehow they ended up on the same side of the room as she was poking around on Puck’s phone and before she knew it she looked over and it looked like they’d tripped over each other and just… fallen asleep. Taking a picture of their already drooling selves with her own phone, she sent it to Toby with the message; this is why I rebuke heathens from our lives. Then to Puck with a slightly more serious message; stop drinking, you’re someone’s father.

After sending out a few way too forward texts and taking over his twitter and insta, she threw the phone at him and watched as it hit his leg. Exhaling she went over to the fridge and took out their half gone bottle of Orange Juice and drank the rest, because she knew that shit was like the base of Puck’s cure to a hangover. Leaving a charming note saying, ‘FUCK YOU.’ on it. Looking at the time she was ten kinds of pissed and ended up leaving the room the same way she had two hours ago. Middle fingers up as she disappeared back into her bedroom. “Assholes”

8:30 AM

Pulling a mess of curls back into a messy bun, Aliyah had been staring at the rather amusing sight of a blanket covered, naked, hardcore cuddling Puck and Toby. "Oh that's totally on what the fuck, bingo." She said to herself as she got her phone out to take about 15 different pictures. Seriously contemplating posting a couple on insta. Making a mental note to create the WTF?! bingo card for real, Aliyah watched as her best friend stirred to life.

Tobias whined, refusing to open his eyes. “Why are there such things as hangovers,” he spoke groggily. His cheek was stuck to warm skin, a slow heartbeat making a tender home inside his ear. He was too comfortable to move, but Mercutio’s timid cries were annoying as fuck. “And why does my mouth taste like literal ass?” Finally lifting up, Puck’s heavy arm slid from around his form. Toby’s eyes widened. “Oh no.” Suddenly launching himself into space seemed like the best out, but then he spotted Aliyah, standing smugly in front of the couch. “I… this isn’t what it looks like.” His voice was thick with sleep (and hopefully nothing else). “Pretty sure there’s a valid explanation for...” Tobias examined the crime scene. His and Puck’s clothes were strewn about the floor and the entire bottle of Tequila from last night was empty. He wiped the drool he left on Puck’s chest, nausea bubbling in the pit of his stomach. No matter what Toby said, he didn’t know what happened, and that meant there was a lingering possibility that Puck’s dick had been in or around his mouth. Or worse. “Please don’t tell anyone, Al.”

As he looked at her, Aliyah raised an eyebrow, listening to his pleas and getting way too much of a power trip out of it. “You know I don’t talk to people.” Grabbing her thermos of espresso she bent down to flick Puck’s nose until he opened his eyes. “I’m going to work.” Then she was gone.

Smacking the hand away from his face, Puck slowly opened his eyes, and all he could really see was a combat boots moving further away. Shit, the IHQ pride games or whatever is today. He thought to himself, not even noticing the second body lying with him, he sat up ready to get up before he finally realized there was a whole ass person on him and out of instinct he caught them around the waist. Just like that he could feel them breathing, his sight was clearing up and soon the dark head of hair and skinny frame were starting to form a face in his mind. “Fuck.” Moving Toby off of him, he stood up, some discomfort in the Puckzilla region. Looking down he noticed all the clothes strewn everywhere and the cause of his dickcomfort (if you will). “Why’s there a sock on my dick?” Adjusting it he looked for his underwear. “Why the fuck is it so scratchy?”

#i just kinda squished everything together in as chronological order as i could #discord.#alipucks #puckmanhq #toby discord.#toby / puck.#toby / aliyah.

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puckmanhq · 6 years ago

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HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?: part one of two

WHO: Noah Puckerman & @berrytobias ( feat. @alipucks )

WHAT: surprise hangout

WHERE: Toby and Aliyah's place

WHEN: June 28, 2019 @ 1:00 am-ish - June 28, 2019 @ 8:30 am

WHY: Puck needed to not be at home or on ihq property so he opts to surprise visit his sister at her place.

WARNINGS: excessive drinking and non descriptive nudity

ABOUT 1:00 AM ON JUNE 28, 2019

Well, shit. Puck thought as his sister walked off to her room, her middle fingers the last thing he saw before she completely disappeared. "Fucking charming." Ha, I got the last word. Less than a second later the sound of an opening door before, "Fucking dumbass." One final door close and now it was painfully quiet. Puck started bouncing his knee, looking around like he'd never seen the inside of an apartment before. See, now he was just chillin' in the room with Tobias and honestly, he'd never really hung out with him, even though he was technically family, as Joey's uncle. Guess they just didn't have the much in common. Probably should have got the fuck up and taken his tipsy ass home but he really couldn't be bothered. So instead he looked over at Toby, "Beer or tequila?" He asked as he poured himself a shot, ready to pour another.

"Tequila it fucking is then." Pouring a second shot he handed it to his unlikely drunking buddy and riased his own glass. "To whatever the fuck this night's gonna be." Clinking his glass against Toby's, Puck did the classic frat boy table touch before throwing it back. Feeling the familiar burn, he chased it with a swig of beer before pouring himself another one. Already feeling the temperature rising which caused him to pull at the collar of his tank before leaning forward to place his beer on the coffee table. Looking at the screen he couldn't even remeber what they were watching. "Dude, you look high enough to hear colors right now." He said as he took off his hat, because really was it 78 degress in here? "And what the fuck is this movie?" He asked handing the younger man another shot.

Raising an eyebrow at the description of the movie they'd been watching, Puck shouldn't have been surprised. Aliyah was definitely into some weird shit and somehow she was pulling that off in a cool way and honestly Puck had never been more proud of a sibling. Looking at Toby, he assessed him, trying to decide if he was cool or not. On the one hand he quoted DJ Khaled and couldn't take a shot of tequila with looking like someone was feeding him fire. On the other hand, he quoted DJ Khaled and took a shot like he was eating fire. So, unclear where he was on the Noah Puckerman dopeometer. "You and my sister really found each other." Standing up for no apparent reason just to immediately sit back down, it was definitely approaching 'fuck it' levels of intoxicated, which is where any potential impulse control peace-ed the absolute fuck out. Looking down at the cat, Puck smirked, "Don't blame 'im, I'm fucking hot. Good taste, bro." And then he tried to bro fist the cat and Puck could swear he could hear the thank god you're pretty coming from the little dude. Hearing that it wasn't just him burning the fuck up made him want to facetime his brothers just to flip them off, because fuck you guys clothes are dumb when you're drunk. Standing up, and this time with purpose, Puck pulled out his phone because obviously his magic mike ass needed music for this moment. Turning up his phone after picking Hot In Here by Nelly, he removed his tank in a very aesthetically pleasing and manly way. Alright, so what really happened was, his drunk ass picked Metro Station's Shake It and as he went to take off his tank with one hand it got stuck and ripped and he just kind of through it to the ground and then he winked like a jackass. "Gotta give 'em a show." But who the fuck was he talking to? Oh, right, the gay cat, naturally.

"Almost?” Puck said momentarily alert. “I’m the most fuckable.” As if to prove himself, he removed his pants, swearing feet weren’t usually this fucking difficult to get through a damn pant hole.Now, he was just standing there in his stripey boxer briefs vaguely gesturing at himself to accentuate his point. Honestly, at this point sounds were muffled and everything sounded kind of far away, maybe that’s why he was hyper focused on the younger man’s mouth. Not that he was secretly a master at lip reading, but when you’res drunk you’re pretty convinced you’re the master of everything. Picking up his phone again he pulled up his camera and started recording before standing stupidly close to Toby and making the camera lens face them, because there was no fucking way he was capable of remembering the invention of the fucking front facing function. Throwing his free arm around the taller man’s shoulders, he pulled him in close before tuning his face toward him. “You ever seen what happens when Ali gets serenaded?” He asked pausing for a moment letting a drunken smile creep on his face and he handed Toby his phone. “I think we oughta find out.” Honestly everything that happened next was..... something that never needs to see the light of day.

8:30 AM ON JUNE 28, 2019

ALIYAH: Pulling a mess of curls back into a messy bun, Aliyah had been staring at the rather amusing sight of a blanket covered, naked, hardcore cuddling Puck and Toby. "Oh that's totally on what the fuck, bingo." She said to herself as she got her phone out to take about 15 different pictures. Seriously contemplating posting a couple on insta. Making a mental note to create the WTF?! bingo card for real, Aliyah watched as her best friend stirred to life. As he looked at her, she raised an eyebrow, listening to his pleas and getting way too much of a power trip out of it. "You know I don't talk to people." Grabbing her thermos of espresso she bent down to flick Puck's nose until he opened his eyes. "I'm going to work." Then she was gone.

PUCK: Smacking the hand away from his face, he slowly opened his eyes, and all he could really see was a combat boots moving further away. Shit, the IHQ pride games or whatever is today. He thought to himself, not even noticing the second body lying with him, he sat up ready to get up before he finally realized there was a whole ass person on him and out of instinct he caught them around the waist. Just like that he could feel them breathing, his sight was clearing up and soon the dark head of hair and skinny frame were starting to form a face in his mind. "Fuck." Moving Toby off of him, he stood up, some discomfort in the Puckzilla region. Looking down he noticed all the clothes strewn everywhere and the cause of his dickcomfort (if you will). "Why's there a sock on my dick?" Adjusting it he looked for his underwear. "Why the fuck is it so scratchy?"

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awsugar · 6 years ago

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an anon wrote a story in my inbox

for some reason mobile won’t let me paste it all into the answer of one ask so here it is:

It was Frank’s first Halloween/Birthday at college and it sucked. He couldn’t seem to get himself in the spirit anymore. As he explained it to Ray before heading out on a walk, “it doesn’t give me the adrenaline rush like it used to.” He still enjoyed the theme of Halloween but big scary monsters now seemed like puppies to him. Frank thought all this while weaving his way through crowds of tricker treaters trying to find a quiet area of town.

Soon the pathway turned from shrieks of delight to the eerie quiet of just rustling leaves and his footsteps. The moon hung high over his head as he walked, a reminder to not stray from the path. Of course another reason Frank was a little disappointed in Halloween this year is because he had made a vow to himself to finally get laid this year and what better day than his birthday and the spookiest day of the year, really it just set the vibe. But his campus has a strict no party rule and the only other people he knows are Ray and Dewees, which is just not happening in any universe. And the men at his college were mostly straight or just not his type at all. It was honestly depressing how not gay this town was. Franks just out here living the life of a punk twink and no one has appreciated it.

He had stopped paying attention to where he was walking and failed to notice the total silence that had taken over, or the large dark figure cloaked in a set of black skeletal wings whose fangs elongated at the sight of Frank in the moonlight. The figure continued to watch Frank with alert and slightly glowing eyes. As he got farther and farther away the creature took flight and flew effortlessly and silently from tree to tree, stalking him as he went. It wasn’t until he heard a twig snapping that Frank’s awareness started to kick in. He slowed to a halt and turned around only to be met with an empty pathway and trees all around him. Thinking it was the wind he continued to walk hoping the path would start to loop around as he knew it would at some point. It was at that point that he heard another snap, louder this time and to close for comfort. He whipped around to be met again with nothing, but he was now officially unsettled. There’s the adrenaline rush he was asking for.

“Hello? Whose there?” Silence. “Listen motherfucker I’ll throw hands if I have to!” Again silence. He acknowledged that there was possibly no one there and he looked crazy screaming at nothing.

Huffing out a nervous laugh he turned to start walking again. But before he even took his first step he heard something that made his blood run cold. The sound was a low sinister chuckle that encircled Frank from every direction. He was officially fucking terrified. He spun around and around looking for the source of the sound, “show youself!” Oh my fucking god im about to get murdered he thought. “ i swear to fucking god don’t mess with me jackass!” He thought if he sounded angry it may scare away his potential attacker.

For a moment all he heard was loud breathing coming from his own mouth and then, “what strong words coming from such a small little body,” rasped a chilling voice. Frank looked up to a tree onthe left where the voice traveled from and was met with a pair of glowing eyes surrounded by a dark hulking shadow.

“Wh-who are you what do you want?” stammered Frank. The shadow laughed again and leapt from the branch and almost glided to the ground, it was hard to tell as it still stuck to the darkness of the trees.

“Oh i want you.” It purred. “Great so I am actually going to get murdered.” Frank squeaked out. And to think he was on this path in the first place because of his bad mood about Halloween not being thrilling anymore. Well there’s nothing more thrilling than being straight up murdered he thought.

It was then that the shadow finally stepped into the light and what Frank saw was a mix between a man and a winged creature. Its skin was pale as snow and littered with dark veins, its hair was long and pitch black with grease and tangles making it look like a feathery mess. The creatures face had somewhat delicate features, sharp cheekbones and a small upturned nose, it was the long gleaming fangs that protruded from its mouth that caught his eye, he gulped. Finally he examined the wings sprouting from its back, they almost resembled a ravens wings but far deadlier especially with the razor sharp talons protruding from each end. Frank thought the creature was beautiful if not fucking terrifying. It was then that it finally spoke, “As enticing as ripping your limbs off one by one sounds, you are far too gorgeous and the smell of your blood far too... delectable, no you are something I will savor.”

omg idk what i did to deserve this but this is so cool thank you for writing this and for choosing me to send it to!! i’m assuming the creature is gerard. i so wish i could get more of this...of frank being savored fhsjsksksk

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talkiermango502x · 7 years ago

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New chapter posted!

Chapter 9 of The Soul Mate Swap is up! Hope everyone enjoys it! Poor Natsu is having a rough go of it.

Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11537861/9/The-Soul-Mate-Swap

Chapter 9

A/N: This chapter takes place at the same time as Chapter 1. It's only been a few months since Lisanna's death. This chapter coincides with Lucy's first Soul Mate Swap.

January 1, x784

It was a busy day at the Guild. Quite frankly, it was chaos every Soul Mate Swap.

Mira was racing back and forth, taking orders and filling drinks as fast as she could. Elfman was manning the grill, a steady string of curses grumbled under his breath. Gray was acting as bartender, looking as unfazed as always as he mixed drinks, ignoring the women who came to lean against the bar, hoping to catch his attention.

"Can I take your plates?" Natsu asked, not even waiting for a response as he yanked the plate away from a table full of boisterously loud men.

"We're not done!" one man shouted as Natsu walked away with his leftover French fries, but Natsu didn't pause to acknowledge him. He sat the plates in the sink with a little more force than what was necessary.

He returned to the dining area and weaved through the crowd to a table of gossiping teens. Ignoring their presence, he began wiping down the table.

"Hey!" One of the teens pounded her first on the table. "We're still sitting here!"

"You finished your food thirty minutes ago," Natsu said in a dead voice. "Now you're just taking a table away from someone who wants to eat."

The teen sneered, but the group got up and left, muttering about shitty customer service. But Natsu didn't care. He kept his back to them and continued cleaning, his face stony. He went back to the kitchen and sighed when he saw the overflowing sink full of dishes.

The clinking of dishes could be heard from the dining hall, causing Mira to shoot Gray a worried look. He just shrugged before he gave the cocktail he'd made to the flirty woman across the bar, and then walked into the kitchen. Elfman gave him a shrug when he walked by, not sure what had gotten into Natsu.

"You washing those dishes or breaking 'em?" Gray asked. He leaned against the door to the dish washing room, watching as Natsu practically slammed the plates down while washing them.

"Fuck off, Ice Breath," Natsu replied, not halting his work.

"Can you maybe take the attitude down a notch, jackass?" Gray snapped. "Mira and Elfman are working their asses off to keep this place running. No one needs your dramatics."

Natsu slammed a plate down, and then turned around to face the other man.

"What do you want from me?" Natsu growled back.

"Maybe be nicer to the customers and not kick them out of their table, huh? And maybe you shouldn't take their plates away while they're still fucking eating!" Gray said, his voice rising.

"Don't you have drinks to make? Just leave me the fuck alone."

Gray sighed. There was just no way to get through to this idiot.

"Just get your shit together Natsu," Gray said as he walked away.

Gray felt a little guilty. He knew Natsu wasn't handling Lisanna's death well, especially not tonight. In a few hours' time, the Soul Mate Swap would start. Gray didn't know what to expect. Lisanna had only passed away a few months ago. Gray snorted to himself as he continued mixing drinks. Natsu had always been emotionally constipated. It was no wonder he'd rather slam plates and pick fights with customer than just address his feelings, Gray thought to himself. He worried about tonight. How would Natsu handle his first Soul Mate Swap without Lisanna?

Near the end of Natsu's shift, Mira came to find him. She looked nervous as she approached him where he was washing dishes.

"What are you doing tonight?" Mira asked in a hesitant voice.

Natsu just shrugged.

"Laxus is having a party if you want to come along," Mira offered. "We'd love to see you. Gray said he might be there too."

Natsu made the mistake of looking into those pleading blue eyes and couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew he'd been avoiding, well, everyone if he were honest. But he'd particularly tried to avoid Mira and Elfman. It was only out of financial desperation that he even returned to work at the Guild. He heaved a sigh.

"Sure," he said. "Might as well."

"Great!" Mira said excitedly and gave Natsu a quick hug. "I'll see you then." She smiled sweetly at Natsu before returning to the bar.

Natsu sighed for probably the hundredth time that day. It was going to be a long night.

When Natsu arrived at the party, it was in full swing. Music poured out of the house, blasting some terrible music Laxus had no doubt picked out. Natsu rolled his eyes. The guy really had terrible taste in music. He cringed at the screaming voice coming from the speakers.

Mira enveloped Natsu in a long hug as soon as he arrived, going on about how much she'd missed having him around. She was eventually dragged away from Laxus, who didn't waste words on Natsu, only giving him a nod in greeting. He couldn't really expect more from Laxus. The two of them had had a "friendly" feud going since Natsu was a kid. While they were practically family, that didn't stop Natsu from always picking fights with the elder (and always getting his ass handed to him).

Natsu weaved his way through the crowd, being greeted here and there by friends and classmates. He didn't have the energy to provide much in the way of conversation. He checked his watch. About two hours until the Soul Mate Swap. He felt a knot in his stomach. What would happen? Would he swap with someone? He still struggled to wrap his head around the fact that he and Lisanna were not destined soul mates. He couldn't imagine loving anyone but her. It felt like a betrayal to her memory to even consider it. She had chosen him, right? That night that felt so long ago. Natsu felt a pang in his chest as he remembered.

Finding a spread of alcohol and food in the kitchen, Natsu quickly helped himself. He poured himself a shot of something, grimacing when he realized it was some sort of cotton candy vodka and didn't burn as much as he'd been hoping for. He browsed through the drinks, taking a shot here and there.

All the while, his thoughts circled around Lis. She had dragged him to so many parties just like this one. Why wasn't she here now? He should be swapping with her tonight, he thought dismally. Hell, he should have swapped with her a year ago. He never did find out who her bastard soul mate was. He downed another shot, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"You keep up like that and you won't make it to midnight," a flirty voice said behind him.

Natsu spared a glance at the girl who had come up to stand close beside him, a coy smile on her face.

"That's the point," Natsu replied dismissively.

"Why don't you come drink with me and my friends?" the girl asked, eyeing him appreciatively. Natsu felt a twinge of irritation.

"Nah," Natsu replied, shrugging off her hand. He didn't even look away from the alcohol.

The girl scoffed.

"Suit yourself," she replied and wandered off.

The party went on, with Natsu downing drinks as quickly as he could get his hands on them. Gray showed up at some point and promptly picked a fight with Natsu. Mira was kept busy trying to keep the alcohol out of Natsu's hands and to keep him from actually battling Gray, but he was too determined. Mira just shook her head. At least he was out of his apartment, right? She wondered. This didn't really count as drinking alone, she tried to convince herself. Natsu is just…drinking himself into oblivion…alone… on a couch… at a party where he refuses to talk to anyone, Mira thought. She couldn't even convince herself that this was any sort of improvement. She instructed Laxus to keep an eye on him as much as he could. Laxus just grumbled. Natsu could get downright belligerent if anyone tried to interfere with his drinks.

Natsu was lying full-length on the couch, head leaning over the side as he tried to quell the nausea in his stomach. The crowd in the living room was chanting something he couldn't quite make out. The room was spinning. He was just thinking he should make his way to a bathroom or a sink or even a trash can when he suddenly felt a mysterious, intense pressure on his body, making him dry heave.

The next moment, he blinked to find himself standing in a crowd on what appeared to be a pier by the ocean. The air was salty, the breeze chilly, but it felt good. Natsu looked around curiously, noting that his nausea was gone, replaced instead by what felt like butterflies in his (well, his soul mate's) stomach. Around him was generalized chaos. There were a couple of girls standing beside him, but all three took off running in opposite directions. Many other people were running around as well. Some couples were kissing or hugging. Natsu snorted as he saw one of the girls quite skillfully climbing a flag pole, laughing uproariously. Huh. It was fascinating to him that she hadn't fallen flat on her ass.

Something fell in Natsu's face and he flinched before realizing it was his soul mate's long, golden hair. How troublesome, he thought as it whipped around him in the breeze. He kept trying to shove it out of his face but it stuck to something sticky on his lips. What was that? Lip gloss? Hmm, tastes fruity, he thought, licking the substance curiously.

Natsu shivered lightly and looked down curiously to find his soul mate was wearing a skirt. Natsu himself usually ran on the warm side and rarely experienced cold. But it was clear his soul mate wasn't dressed for the weather. He shook his head. He crossed his arms, trying to warm himself slightly. He wondered how long it had been and searched the girl's pockets until he found a phone. The picture on the screen was of a small, white dog. The clock on the screen didn't show the seconds, so he slipped the device back into his pocket. He sighed and looked around at the ocean beside them. He briefly wondered what city they were in. It looked rather familiar. Was this Hargeon or was he still in Magnolia? He looked around for some sort of indicator, but didn't find an answer.

Just as quickly as it had happened before, he felt a sudden, intense pressure return followed by roiling nausea and dizziness. Man, he'd forgotten the state of his own body. He found himself on the floor, dry heaving and coughing heavily from the intense nausea. Seated on the couch opposite him, Natsu saw Laxus staring at him with a furrowed brow as if thinking hard about something.

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paragonrobits · 7 years ago

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Choice In Family

Karkat, Terezi, and Dave have a thoughtful nature on the families you get stuck with and the families you chose. While drowning in grub-babies.

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“Y'know, it's weird how none of us really get to choose the way our families get us,” Terezi said, claws deftly working needles. She was pretty much skilled at anything she'd ever turned her paws to; a Pyrope trait, to excel at any task they felt obliged to try and they would always master it in record time. Only the Amporas took it to bigger extremes. Terezi, after much painstaking instruction from Rose, had gotten good at needlework.

Dave had to raise an eyebrow at that; barely noticeable under his shades, but she definitely knew. “Really, now,” he said with an affected lack of any tone at all that, despite his best efforts, accentuated the wariness. Any talks about family could go down very bad roads that neither he, nor Dirk or Hal, wished to be addressed these days. “That really that weird, Teez? Nobody really gets to pick your family.”

This got a gruff snort from the the floor. Terezi paused in her weaving of fabric to turn her head towards Karkat, laying down on the ground in a pile of grubs. Infant trolls, perhaps less than a few months old each, all almost the same age down to a few seconds from crawling out of the slurry. They mostly looked alike; similar patterns of horns – mostly not very long, fairly thin but strong – and came in several shades of the castes. A couple were the recently emerged shade of lime, and they looked the most like Karkat. A few were teal, at least two were bright cherry red, and some of the outlying oddities were shades that didn't match up to either one of them. Dave expected jades, olives or even violets to start cropping up. It was like every time he turned his back, new grubs were showing up and squeaking for attention.

“That's just goddamn bullshit, Strider,” Karkat said archly, doing his best to look dignified with multiple grubs crawling over his body like throw pillows made of wiggle, and failing miserably. One was curled up smugly against his chest, and another was hopefully biting his hair. What it was hoping for, it was anyone's guess. “You know it and I know it and Terezi knows it, this damn little child right here on my head knows it and she doesn't know anything. Besides she should know hair is not edible in the slightest, you stop that you bad baby!” The grub yawned in disinterest, curling up into a ball and rolling against his side. “'You can't choose your family', don't be dense. We sure as hell did, didn't we?”

A thoughtful pause filled the room.

“Suppose we did,” Terezi said, a bit cheered up by the thought. “But... I dunno. Dumb thought, I guess. I just thought it was weird that with both our species, with all the differences in how we raise babies and educate them and live our lives, we still have that in common. Not much choice with who you get stuck with.”

“...Yeah. It sucks,” Dave said, very cautiously. “Like, a metric shit-ton. That was a real measurement on Earth. Totally was. I am not bullshitting you here, I can almost definitely promise you, we came up with that one to calculate how much tonnage could be taken up when an elephant just squatted down on innocent bands of wandering accountants and were just being complete bastards about it so they-”

Karkat's noise wrinkled. “Knock it off, jackass, you'll spoil the kids taste for swearing!”

“Eh,” Terezi said. “We could do with a bit less fuckin' cursing in this household, ya hear me?” She paused to sniff at her needlework. It was a grub-shaped bundle of cloth, suitable to hold a grub like a little sweater, complete with straps to tie around an adult troll's body, and stretchy enough to accommodate them as the grubs matured until they reached pupation age. It might also make a good bag for some bread.

Bit of a shame that Terezi's taste in fabric still resembled a zebra made out of plaid and neon lighting that had been fed into an anvil factory, backwards. Dave recoiled in horror from the bright colors.

“I like it,” Karkat said loyally. “It's pretty.”

Terezi smirked, smugly.

“Okay,” Dave said, getting back on track. “But I think I get what Terezi was talking about. Human kids were adopted or born into existing families. Troll kids got culled by their... their loogies.”

“Lusii, you insensitive jackass!” Karkat hollered. Some of the grubs hissed supportively. One of them yawned in Dave's general direction.

“He's doing that on purpose, Kar, don't feed the small squishy's thirst for aggravation,” Terezi said, doing more knitting.

“Yeah, those things,” Dave said, unbothered. “Either way, you get saddled with caretakers that may or may not... uh.” He paused, and it was a very delicate pause. Like one of those old fancy, expensive egg-things on old Earth, but this could crack at any moment, and give birth to crawling horrors he did not wish to see again.

Terezi's arm, seemingly moving on automatic, reached out and grasped his forearm reassuringly. She was so much bigger than him, the swell of her hip alone towering over him even while she was sitting and he was standing up, that her palm engulfed his entire arm. Yet her cool touch was reassuring; Dave visibly calmed down. He breathed in, out, and she gave him another gentle squeeze.

“May not be right to be around a kid,” Terezi said gently, picking up the thread in his head. It was the sort of thread that was probably on fire and burning to the touch.

“Yeah,” Dave said mournfully. “Like that.” He stared at the ground, resolving to go forward, and plunged through with it. “Hell, look at Vriska. Her mom was... messed up. And Gamzee's goat-dad thing was barely ever round, way Karkat tells it.” Karkat nodded, gazing with concern at Dave and gauging if he was Okay. And Feferi basically had to run a whole gamut with Eridan to keep her mom from waking up and ending the world... before she actually did, I mean. Lot of stress to put on a kid.”

Terezi shrugged. “That's the way it was on Alternia. A lot of coldbloods had to do more caretaking than their lusii were able to give in return. And warmblood lusii had... other issues, a lot.” She said this in the calm way of someone who, in her youth, had thought about this a lot and plotted to dismantle the entire system that demanded it be like this. “I've been looking into Beforus. Their culling system; they still had lusii, but they also had some trolls that cared for wigglers. Bit like your and Kanaya's ancestors, Karkat.”

Karkat considered this; the idea of a troll caring for wigglers was a revolutionary one but getting more commonplace. “You mean like the way they were on Alternia... or the ones we actually met?”

There was another pause. “That sounds potentially, uh, super squicky,” Dave said, sticking his tongue out. “Like... her being in that kind of a caretaker relationship while they're both hate-flirting with each other 24/7? That's... that's messed up, man.”

Karkat and Terezi looked at each other and shrugged. They did not question this, even if they didn't really understand Dave's problems; some things just did not translate well. “The point,” Terezi said firmly, carefully edging away from the subject. “Is that what we're planning here... I dunno. Might work better than just turning kids loose with lusii and leaving them to fend for themselves.” She didn't need to emphasize that Alternia was a profoundly unnatural state of being, a world of perpetual warfare and misery orchestrated to make their specific generation strong enough to win SGRUB. Strength, in her opinion, was overrated. If you wanted to see trolls as they really were, without jackass cherubs and their puppet minions constantly bringing out the very worst of them and making that the standard for social behavior and government models... you needed to examine Beforus. That was trolls as they would have been.

“Yeah, I'm just gonna pretend I know what you're getting at, nod a lot and accept the life you've laid out for us,” Karkat said, laying back on the ground and lifting a grub with a grumpiness that Terezi grinned at, knowing full well that this was Vantas cheerfulness.

“You do that, Kar,” she said, mouth wide and toothy.

“If it becomes common place, you could end up with the same... uh, issues on Earth,” Dave said warily.

“See? That's why you're here,” Terezi said. “Telling me about these things so I know what to avoid when I draft the legal stuff for it.”

Dave contemplated the possibility that Bro had wound up being the man he was for just that exact purpose, to make Dave the kind of guy who would be wary of potentially destructive guardians, and he thought he was better off not thinking about that. Terezi winced at this thought, and Dave quickly changed the subject. “I, uh...” he looked at the grubs, and got some inspiration, as well as a legitimate question.

It was blatantly obvious whose grubs they were, or at least the primary donors of the slurry that produced them. Karkat and Terezi were doing their very best to add numbers to overall troll population, and do their part in repopulating their species. Dave privately suspected that they were trying to set some sort of record; outdo whoever the troll equivalent of Genghis Khan or whoever would have had a huge amount of direct descendants. “I thought you needed the Mother Grub or whatever to get troll babies,” he said. “These guys, I know damn well they didn't come from that spawning pool. Where the heck have they been coming from?”

Terezi coughed, looking embarrassed or caught in the act of some culturally damning act of Things Man Was Not Meant To Do. Karkat looked carefully at the ceiling, not looking at Dave. “We, um.” Terezi coughed again, and focused on the knitting. “We found a way. Took a lot of work. A lot of work.”

“That's an innuendo, isn't it.”

“Not in front of the kids,” Terezi said mildly.

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