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astrologista · 4 years

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jason stop dying

ooooook i just watched ditf. it was PRETTY GOOD.... i only wish there was MOOORE! watching this REALLY brought me back to 2011 times to see it and i think they did a good job with most of the character design and animations insofar as matching it to the original. (maybe i’m totally wrong but i thought it looked good for the most part... also i just really love these character designs in particular). obviously the budget is not what it would be on a feature, so there are a LOT of places where animation gets recycled and many still frames. some parts are basically a slideshow lol. but i only sort of came to that realization awhile after watching, so i think they did a fairly good job of masking this... ymmv

so let’s get into it!!!

SPOILERS a-head! do not read until you’ve watched it because i’ll spoil everything

now obviously the thing to be aware of if you are not is the fact that this adaptation is not a panel-by-panel adaptation of the original death in the family comic. all references to jason’s mother (save one mention of her dying of illness) are completely removed, they go to bosnia instead of africa, and the circumstances around jason leaving are also heavily altered to fit the new narrative. this adaptation does slot perfectly into the universe established by the under the red hood animated movie from 2011 though, without which one would be pretty confused when watching this. it’s kind of a mystery as to why they didn’t just package this with utrh and release the entire thing as a collectors edition. instead they package it with like 4 or 5 unrelated dc showcase shorts which makes absolutely 0 sense but go off i guess. anyway

i liked that they took the time to adapt the scene from the original ditf where bruce is talking to alfred about jason! (i do not like that alfred didn’t get any lines. bad choice). tbh i can’t understand why they bothered showing us alfred, barbara and dick if they weren’t gonna give them any lines..... like come on........??

HOW INTENSE BRUCE LOOKS WHEN HE FINDS JASON IN SARAJEVO and just. grabs him lol. hes smad :)

ok so one two skip a few and we get to the first branch. instead of calling 1-900 we now get to choose whether jason lives or dies. there are 7 possible endings i think i got em all so let’s see what we got here.

“Hush” Route - Robin cheats death

hgrgdggr. i definitely think this is one of the more interesting endings, if not the most interesting one. this is also the only ending in which both bruce and jason survive the bombing. bruce is still too late, but this time jason barely clings to life and survives. as a hurt/comfort fan i was 100% on this shit from the word go but then jason? runs away from home lmao lmao i thought that was SO funny because 1) hes super messed up, how is he able to just literally run out the house that is SO funny to me and 2) implying that bruce would ever not be keeping an eye on him after that is just, lmao. it’s so zany. i call this the “hush” route because of the bandages but there are no other references to hush so ok. that’s fair. so anyway jason is now angsty for loosely explained reasons but the most fun part is yet to come.

when talia showed up, i really thought / was terrified for a second that they were gonna bring up certain “events” regarding damian’s parentage / who damian’s father is but then she mentioned bruce and i was like OH THANK GOD WE CAN STILL GO TO HEAVEN. i am so so grateful to the writers for NOT going there. cuz it was damn close ok. im not sure what the implication of this route is in terms of talia, jason and damian being a family unit but i want to believe talia sees jason as a son and damian’s brother (which is how she refers to him, damian’s brother) and not... yknow. i mean. jason raising a baby is kind of like a baby raising a baby...

no actually the reality of this scene is really dfuckin interesting like. they actually go with the “birth of the demon” (forget if it was birth of the demon or bride of the demon. one of those.) explanation for damian and that is something i’ve NEVER seen adapted so whoever wrote this can have a cookie and i kNOW this is something a certain someone will appreciate :)

not only that but the implications? are interesting? so talia’s claim is she miscarried so bruce won’t have to “choose” between damian and jason and idk if she’s supposed to be all on the-up-and-up in this universe but. i’m sitting here like GIRL YOU DON’T GOTTA DO THIS HE HAS A PRIVATE JET HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF SHARED CUSTODY and BETTER YET HE HAS A MANSION JUST GO ON MAURY AND GET THIS SORTED OUT RIGHT NOWwwww

i’m also LAUGHING at the implications of jason thinking theres anywhere on earth that he’s going to go and hide damian’s existence from bruce. because you already know he’s just going to be tearing the planet apart looking for jason so this is actually hilarious. imagine he finds jason in one piece and also a baby. his baby. he’d be like (@ talia) “OMG WHY WOULD YOU THINK I WOULDN’T WANT THEM BOTH u are tearing me apart talia......” BUT THEN HE WOULD BE SO FREAKING HAPPY BECAUSE HE HAS TWO ALIVE SONS AND HE THOUGHT THEY WERE BOTH DEAD / (lost to crime)!!!

please lord imagine all of jason’s angst probably just originating from the fact that he has a brain injury that hasn’t fully healed and the trauma of going through all those surgeries probably gave him a lot of fear / paranoia about bruce and associating him with the joker because his neural pathways are all messed up but after he leaves he starts slowly healing back and regaining some of his lost sanity and thats when he realizes he misses bruce so much... but hes also raising his child... and every day it gets more difficult for him not to just take damian and bring him home and i ;v;

anyway i thought this route, while it had a few inconsistencies in it, was really freaking interesting and it gave me feels and plot bunnies and is probably the one i want to write about the MOST despite the fact that baby damian looks like a character from one of those web flash games in this lol

“True” End - Jason Dies

now if you select that jason dies the route basically defaults to the canon of under the red hood and the fact that utrh does not come packaged with this movie is a rather mystifying choice to me as i don’t think this adaptation would stand on its own very well. like you need quite a bit of background to really get anything out of watching this on its own, which is probably why it’s classified as a “short” and not as its own movie.

instead of showing all of utrh, it seems they took the opportunity to give a ~30 minute recap of utrh with basically entirely reused animation but they allow bruce to sort of. give his dvd commentary over it.

the biggest feeling i have on this is that it’s sad that they had to waste 30 minutes like this that could’ve been used to do something new and much more interesting, but honestly i’m not mad. it seems kind of obvious that this choice was probably made for budget and/or runtime reasons because a short does not get the same budget set aside as a full length feature film does. so they basically took the option of recycling 30 minutes of animation from the movie and dubbing new audio over it.

in evangelion they ran out of budget and that’s why the last two episodes consist of nothing more than still pencil drawings and frames while the characters engage in philosophical debates concerning the nature of reality and human connection. and i really enjoyed that. and for the same reasons, i also really enjoyed this.

i enjoyed seeing the clark kent of this universe. i enjoyed that he was basically out on a date with bruce. i enjoyed that bruce was willing to open up for once and tell clark all of what happened with jason. but what really makes this segment shine bright are bruce greenwood’s line reads. there are SO MANY good line reads in here. and i LOVED how many times he said the word “son”. very wholesome. the way he describes how he felt during the final fight with jason? probs my favorite FUCKING part.

and then him and clark joking together about contingency plans and then they’re going to work together to find jason and i ;_; this is probably the closest thing to a “good” ending but as a continuation of utrh i thought it worked really well. i really want to believe that bruce and clark did find jason in this route and that there was some closure in the end even though we didn’t get to see it.

including clark in this was DEFINITELY the right move as well, considering that he played a rather large role in the original ditf so it’s a welcome nod.

The rest of the branches exist under a separate option where Bruce makes it in time to save Jason from the warehouse... but Bruce dies......... :O

let me tell you bout it... bruce’s fucking DEATH SCENE i don’t know WHAT my man bruce greenwood is on, but the freaking LINE READS in this dialogue had me making INHUMAN NOISES. LIKE NOT ONLY WAS THE DIALOGUE GOOD, NOT ONLY DID HE SAY “I LOVE YOU, SON”, but this man is just an amazing actor. not just voice actor, but actor. he really really really really gave it the most i don’t know how else to say it....... it was very very well done and punched me sideways in the heart and i haven’t recovered and i’m not going to recover. and

ok so once we get past that.... scene.... u have to choose whether you’re going to catch the joker or kill the joker. bruce asks jason to promise not to kill the joker but technically jason doesn’t promise so........

Let’s start by choosing to kill the Joker. Jason attends Bruce’s funeral and various members of the Justice League show up to talk with him and just generally hang out. He has Alfred, Dick and Barbara as his support system, but Jason has some other plans.

This leads to a scene in a cafe where Jason meets with a man who... something something Killing Joke, flashlight, more Barbara being used as a plot device when she deserves better, Jason kills the Joker with a butter knife.

Once you do this you can choose to surrender to the police, or retaliate and escape.

Jailbird Ending

basically if you surrender to the police jason ends up in prison where he can actually attack even more criminals so.... ya

If you retaliate and escape instead you go to the Red Robin route where Jason becomes a vigilante who kills people much like the Red Hood and you get a further choice in a fight with Two Face where you can control how Harvey’s coin lands.

Tim Ending!

If you choose the coin to land clean face up, the thing rewards you by having Tim show up and I forgot what happened (wasn’t really paying attention lol) because i was so focused on TIM!

Prolly they felt sorry for him what with Jason stealing what is essentially his outfit (ok I know it was Jason’s first, but Tim made it cool) so they let a little baby tim have an appearance :) he’s very smol

I guess in this ending Jason gets reintegrated with the family somehow and Tim becomes “Bat-kid” which is hilarious to me but you know what it’s cute. CUTE.

The one ending where the coin lands scarred side up

i honestly forget what happens if you choose to have the coin land scarred side up but let me just say this is a FUCKED route to take, not only have you had jason survive and bruce die, you’ve now chosen to kill the joker against bruce’s dying wish, you’ve chosen to attack the police, and at the end of that you really are gonna choose harvey’s coin to be scarred face up???? choosing this made me feel like a DICK because here i am supporting jason’s whole fall to madness and villainy thing the way it wants me to and now he’s gonna die HERE? i hate it here.

interestingly enough he doesn’t actually die in this route. he ends up at home with barbara and dick while dealing with the fact that he killed the joker but the route ends with jason saying “i promise” so i guess this is supposed to be kinda sad. im so confused lol ok

So that is all the options if you choose to kill the joker, I believe. You can also make the choice to just catch him instead of killing him but amazingly enough, those routes are even more FUCKED up.

If you do this option Jason goes home, mourns Bruce with Dick, Barbara and Alfred, and becomes Red Hood BUT with a twist, he’s entirely on a bloodless operation in line with Bruce’s wishes. OR.... IS HE?

Things then follow the events of UTRH until the scene on the bridge with the van and the guys. Jason finally confronts Joker, who reveals the truth.

Apparently in this route Jason has actually been killing and decapitating his victims just like in the original movie, but he’s repressed it so as to not even realize to himself that he’s doing it.

that is FUCKED. also. i wanna cry because jason doing all of that stuff but not even realizing it ;------; jason blocking it out, because he wanted to honor bruce’s wishes for him not to kill anyone ;______; but he’s doing it anyway ;_____; he’s actually hearing voices telling him to kill ;____; like it’s a very cheap twist in a sense and also really quite cruel but.... damn, son.

There is a branch here where you can choose to spare or kill the Joker at this point (UNDERTALE???) but from what I can tell it seems to be totally meaningless what choice you pick because you end up at the exact same point either way, I think there’s a small variation in what happens after you make the choice but after that they just coalesce back together into the following two endings. Which seems incredibly cheap to me, I mean making a choice like that should alter Jason’s path completely but, it doesn’t! So... ooook....

Either way Jason ends up on the Wayne building and Talia shows up with a re-animated Bruce from the pit. Here’s another fun blast from the 2011 past with more gratuitous Grant Morrison dreck, remember that shit? Well, they’re gonna jam it down your throat here, too.

The reanimated Bruce is the Zur En Arrh Bruce and he’s already dead so this is all meaningless but basically Jason fights him and you get to choose whether everybody lives or dies.

Zur En Arrh - Everyone Lives!

if you pick this, jason actually gets the re-animated bruce back to the batcave and they lock him up down there because he’s still pit-mad and the prognosis is not great. but i’m not sure what they expected, he is the zur-en-arrh guy so I don’t think he’s getting better.

Zur En Arrh - Everyone Dies!

pretty much there’s an explosion and all three of them die and that’s it

I think that should be all the possible endings there are.

By the way the different ways in which black mask dies in this was actually a fairly clever running gag lollll. let that mf burn we don’t need no water.

overall there are a couple of things i would have done to SIGNIFICANTLY improve this adaptation beyond some of the obvious ones.

- the fact that all of the branching options are branched exclusively under the “jason lives and bruce dies” branch is a huge wasted opportunity. imo this is the most egregious problem with this, i was really looking for a more balanced tree / explanation of different things. i am probably super biased though being a fic writer and used to fic, we’re the ones making huge ass trees every day lol.

- the fact that there is no “good” ending here is something i kind of expected but given the context of this is lackluster. i sort of get it though because granted, the original ditf ends in an unresolved manner but it’s distinctly unsatisfying here. i secretly wanted an ending where bruce, like, figures out about the different endings and hacks reality to try to find a good ending where jason lives and everything is fine lmao. like a bat mite ending.

- i was disappointed in a sense that the narrative given in here is so basically simplistic? maybe i’ve been spoiled by games like 999 and undertale where shit gets messy and that’s not what this is supposed to be but when i play something with multiple endings in this day and age, at least play with the concept a little bit and connect some of the branches together narratively. use different devices. i was also hoping some of the choices would be a little bit meatier like you could choose to “forgive bruce” or something cool like that lol. but it looks like the majority of choices have to do with who lives or dies. and i felt like they couldve been a bit more creative with that ya know? being able to control harvey’s coin was a GREAT example of having some more fun with this.

- it is a huge missed opportunity not to have a “secret ending” on something like this. like where. the fuck. is my secret ending for completing everything. come on. and in a similar vein there should’ve been at least something in terms of bruce and jason interacting in a “true ending”. even if very brief. the closest thing to an ending this has is the “jason died” route and then the ending where he’s talking to clark which i feel like was a REALLY nice good optimistic ending as far as this goes, but it comes off as kind of disappointing i guess

there were SO many interesting nuggets locked into this thing though. i can’t deny it bugs me how many wasted opportunities there were with how they chose to structure things but i guess it’s the best you can do with limited runtime. i thought it was really well done though, makes an interesting companion piece to the original utrh, and is definitely something that i will be re-watching again soon!! overall i give it a 7/10 and some parts an 8/10+!

#a death in the family #death in the family #ditf #it was cool to see the different ideas they had to offer finally?#for what it was #it was kind of a collection of shorts and half spun ideas #plus i think about this shit like every day #so i cant help but be interested #someone come and talk to me about this #i really want to know #what ppl thought #spoilers #ditf spoilers #death in the family spoilers

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myonmukyuu · 4 years

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hot milk tea, thoughts and feelings

I’ve only mentioned it briefly, but I’ve said that I’ll be taking a break from my SetsuAyu series - mainly because of my uni workload though.

But for now, I have a lot of thoughts about the entire thing as a project as well as myself as an artist. So I figured that I’d write a reflection of sorts (warning: it gets kind of personal).

Can you believe it’s been 3-4 months since the series started? I can’t, and I’ve been the one drawing all of these!! If you’ve been reading my work, I’ll say it over and over but I really appreciate it!!! Like I’m dead serious!!! Completely!! Utterly!! Without a doubt!!! I love all of you!!!

When I posted that first comic, I didn’t think it’d get the positive reception that it did get. Like, I’ve been producing basically entirely Muse content for years and suddenly decided to tap into Nijigaku? You could argue that it didn’t get that much attention, but either way, the attention it did get surprised me. I was so happy that people were engaged (and it still makes me stupidly happy, like on a level where I’m almost embarrassed to admit HAHA)

Recently I’ve just uploaded the bonus for the 3rd update which wraps up that part, and it really just clicked - that I really have invested soooo much time into this series. 36 pages now! And we’re only 3/10 main updates in!! I have so much passion for this - like a fire that can’t be put out. Every single update has something that I want to communicate/show so I always feel fired up. Heck, if you’ve spoken to me during the process you’d catch me always saying “I’m excited for the next one!!!” while working on it LMAO. It’s been my longest string of non-stop work. Usually I feel burned out more quickly but I was always so excited that I couldn’t stop! You’d find that I’m usually in a state of conflict bc I alwaaaays want to talk about it but at the same time I don’t want to spoil anything. (THE NEXT UPDATE JUICY)

I think it’s a clear reminder of why I draw actually. The answer between each artist always differs, but I think it’s something important to be aware of. And well, for me? I’ve realised I’m a passion-monster. Passion keeps my blood pumping 100%. As a result... you could say I might be a more selfish kind of artist. Maybe it’s burn-out from running all those ask-blogs/RP when I was like 13-16, but I’ve realised that I’m having the most fun drawing what I genuinely love. It’s kind of why you’d rarely see me do requests and why I no longer do commissions. That isn’t to say that I hate drawing for other people. It can be fulfilling! But it’s more like - I barely have the time to draw for myself, so drawing for others is kind of a lower priority in general. It’s also why I’ve decided against studying graphic design when I graduated highschool. It’s just not happening as a career.

When I ask myself, “what kind of artist do I want to be?” I always think “Somebody who marches to her own beat and works hard to make content that she loves.” It’s also why I never delete anything - even my oldest art that makes me cringe. Because the me from 5 years ago put her love into that too. It’s really cheesy sounding but that’s how I see it LMFAO. I couldn’t do that to her. And also, just because I don’t like something anymore, it doesn’t mean that no one else does. So I’ll continue to never delete my old work. As a bonus, we get to see how far I’ve come too~.

I feel a little vulnerable admitting something like this and I’m pretty sure I’ve only told like 4 humans, but I think my #1 goal as an artist is that I want people to be able to look at my work (that I actually put my heart into) and think “this person loves this” or “this person works hard”. If you can do that, and sincerely feel the feelings I put into my comic, then I’ve already reached my goal. Can people tell how much I love these characters? The series? The concept? Can people tell how much work I’ve been putting into these updates? Can people tell when I’m having fun? It’s something I think about a lot. The idea of that people might think so makes me tear up HAHA - I get really sappy thinking about these kinds of things. And well, if people can’t tell then I’m not working hard enough!

That isn’t to say that I’m always putting my life-blood into everything I make. I’m mainly referring to the stuff where I do. I think it’s pretty clear when I’m pumping a lot of love into something. In general though, there’s always an intention for me to like communicate some idea or feeling and doing something like that requires maybe a bit of love~.

I feel like that as a character, Setsuna really resonates with me a lot. In personality? Not at all LMFAOOOO (she’s such a nice girl!!). More because of her ideals and principles. After typing like everything that I did up until this point, I bet you can guess why. I’ll keep it short and simple though, since this post is getting stupidly long.

Basically, I really resonate with her drive and passion as both an artist, and just in general actually? I’m a believer in that if you’re passionate about something, you can spread that passion. That’s the mentality I have with my art. If my love shows, then maybe other people will understand why I’ve come to love something. And maybe they’ll come to love it too. If I’m having fun, maybe they will have fun too! Very cheesy, I know, but that’s just how I roll!!!

Like rare pair? New fandom? Still applies. It might take awhile, but eventually either the people who love that thing will find me, or I’ll help people come to love something new (or at least see where it’s coming from lolol)!

And as Setsu says:

You tell ‘em girl !!! That devotion is my driving force!!

Of course I know this is idealistic, but I think that’s fine. It’s no bother to me if someone feels indifferent/ negative towards my work because that’s just natural.

I think it’s a form of communication and that’s what drives my art. I’ve been intending on writing a guide/ or talking about my art process for comics for some time now and I think that’d be the first thing I’d mention? I’m always trying to communicate some sort of feeling/tone/idea and that comes from a place of love y’know.

I feel like I’m saying “love” and “passion” a lot - you can really tell I’m vibing with Setsuna huh LMAO. There are other reasons I vibe with her too, but I won’t touch on that.

Coming back to my SetsuAyu series. You can tell why I’m so happy about it right? The story, the pairing dynamic, I feel like that people are understanding what I’m trying to communicate - that people are receiving my feelings of love for it and that makes me smile so widely. I really put a lot into it!!

This series is the first large project I’ve ever taken you see and I’m so so happy that I’ve been able to get this far! It really means a lot to me. But it wasn’t actually the first comic series I’ve tried to do. I actually had a Muse long-running comic planned years ago - a Dancing Stars on Me! AU but it never came to life. I think it was my lack of confidence that held me back. It might be weird of me to pat myself on the back, but I’m proud that I managed to get going this time!! I’ve actually written the SetsuAyu series in a way that for the first half, I could drop the series if I really wanted to at any point (each part is pretty independent, and that description I always copy-and-paste is all the explanation you really need), but now I know for sure that I don’t want to drop it! I wanna keep going!! Even if it gets tough. Although it might be a little early for me to make such bold declarations, I’m only 3/10 through LOOOL. But that’s just the way I feel right now!

I know it’s irrational and it’s something I’d rather not admit, but an anxiety that’s always looming over me is the idea that I’m not working hard enough - or that people think I’m not? Each comic update...takes like a month right? And a month is a long time. There’s this part of me that is convinced that people think I’m lazy for working so slowly. And I know it’s not true!! It doesn’t make sense for it to be!!! But like I said it’s irrational.

I’m really proud of this comic y’know. It’s a really big commitment and I’m proud of myself for being able to commit. I work full time 9-5, and I also am in my final year at university. I’m... kind of busy lol. So the huge factor in that month-long update turnaround is just that I don’t have the time to always be drawing. But I try to draw as much as I can! If you have me on discord you might notice me work on it for like 2-5 hours, almost daily before I go to bed (1am). Of course I’m not only drawing, but after I get everything plotted out sometimes that’s all I do. This comic is super time-consuming LMAO - and I try my best to work on it a little at a time.

So yeah, the entire month of comic-production is me drawing every almost every night.

Yeah it, - it’s kind of exhausting. Even though I’m itching to work on my next update, I’ve decided to take a break for uni crunch which is why I say the next one might be two months. It’s really odd though. The other night I was in bed feeling restless. It was so weird not drawing till 1am that I felt like I needed to be doing something. This comic series might have weird effects on my habits...

It makes me anxious thinking that it’d be so long till next update. But I’ll do my best to push that aside ! Hopefully I can get uni done and dusted ASAP! I want them to date dammit...

I've decided that I want to see this series through to the end. It’ll probably be May next year when that happens though LMAO! Please bear with my slow turnaround time. It’s only been 3 updates, but I can already see that I’m improving with each one. With each update I feel like I really learn from the previous and I always feel this sense of excitement with trying out new techniques and trying to create different feelings. I really want to see how the last updates will look compared to the first! Technically we’re 3/10 (10 is an epilogue), but after 6 I actually stop doing bonuses? So teeechnically I’m like 40% of the way through~.

It might be a little over-ambitious, but I kind of want to print it out and make a hard-copy when I’m done. I’m not sure about what the demand would be if I were to sell it, but I definitely want to print it for myself first and foremost (after touching up the earlier updates of course LOL). It’d be like a physical representation of my achievement. I hope I can make it there.

Anyways, I’ve rambled for far too long. I’m not sure why I suddenly felt like talking about uh, everything but yeaaaah. If you’ve read this far, kudos to you! You now have a window into my soul that I’m still not sure if I’m comfortable with revealing (but I’m comfortable enough because I’m posting this so...)!

After reading all of this, can you tell why I always get so so happy after each update? It’s the fruition of what’s usually 2-3 weeks of non-stop hard work! Seeing people connect with it always sends me to another realm of bliss and I always feel soft like putty LOL.

#myon speaks #HOLY MOLY #ITS 2K WORDS #no pressure for anyone to read all of this #its just me rambling into the air~#if you've been keeping up with my series: i just want to say thank you #this series is really important to me (i explain why in the post im not aboutta start rambling again)

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Do you weigh less than 130 pounds? Yeah, quite a bit less.

Do you straighten your hair every day? No. I haven’t straightened my hair in years.

What kind of car do you drive? I don’t drive.

What’s your favorite kind of ice cream? Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, birthday cake, and cookies and cream are good. I haven’t had ice cream in quite awhile, though.

Do you wear earrings daily? No. It’s been awhile since I’ve worn earrings as well.

Do you prefer purple or green grapes? Green.

When’s the last time you got your eyebrows waxed? I only got them waxed once and I was like 14.

Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No. Talk about claustrophobia. And I have no desire to do so anyway.

Did your last kiss mean anything to you? Yeah.

How’s your hair right now? It’s up in its usual messy bun.

Have you ever wanted to go to Australia? I would love to.

What’s your favorite fast food restaurant? I’m not as into fast food as I used to be, but the ones I go to when I do have it are Chick-fil-A, Carl’s Jr, McDonald’s, and Jack in the Box.

When’s the last time you washed your hands? A few hours ago.

Who were you with the last time you were drunk and where were you? I was with a group of friends in a hotel room I rented for my birthday back in 2013.

What is one thing within the last year that if it had gone differently you feel might have changed things now? If I had done some things I should have been doing and managing things better regarding some of my health related issues.

What is something that you associate with summer? The miserable heat.

Have you ever ran around outside completely naked? Uh, no. Absolutely not.

When you’re hungry, does your stomach hurt? Sometimes. My body is super dramatic like that. I’ll feel weak sometimes and it’s like omg stop acting like you haven’t ate in days.

Would you say that you have a nice smile? No.

Have you ever walked in on your parents doing something kinky? Ahhhh, no.

Do you use mouthwash? No.

Do you eat anything out of a box? Yeah.

When’s the last time the fire alarm in your house went off? It’s never gone off. The only time it has made noise is when the batteries need to be replaced.

Can you be trusted with secrets? Yes.

Pill to make you braver or one to make you smarter? Braver. I’d be able to get some things taken care of that I’ve put off because I’m anxious and scared.

Are you in a hurry to grow up? I am grown up at 31 I guess, but I’m in no hurry to get older. I was never in any hurry.

When was the last time you used a bar of soap? Yesterday when I showered.

Do you keep notes, drawings or letters that people give you? Yes. I’m big on that.

Have you ever been locked in a car with a bf/gf? No. How would we be locked in the car?

Have you had a bf/gf that you never kissed? No.

How many true best friends are present in your life? No friends, but I have my family.

Do you currently have a significant other? Nope.

Do your parents approve of the people you hang out with? They never had an issue with any of my friends.

Would you be able to stand being in the same room as someone you hate? I don’t hate anyone, so.

Have you ever lost a close friend? Yes.

Think of your current or last bf/gf. Do you/did you love them? I did.

Has anybody criticized the way your significant other looked like? I’m single, but no one said anything about the way my exes looked.

Have you ever stayed up late talking to a bf/gf on the phone or online? Yes.

Do your friends like the people you date? Do their friends like you? They had an issue with Joseph because they saw what I didn’t want to see, which was that he was using and playing me and wasn’t treating me right. I haven’t had an issue with their friends.

Do your parents let you date, or do you sneak around? I’m 31 years old. I can’t blame my non-existent dating life on that haha.

Have you ever felt backstabbed by a close friend? Yes.

Do you have any handshakes with anybody? No.

Do you feel you can rely on anybody to always be there for you? I know my family will always be there.

Have you ever regretted ignoring anybody? I’ve pushed people away and messed up good things. :/

What has been the stupidest reason someone has broken up with you? Joseph just didn’t want to commit. He wanted me when it was convenient and when he felt like it.

Have you ever kissed someone in their bedroom, or in yours? No.

Has a friend of yours ever confessed their love to you? No.

Have you gone out with someone, then ruined the friendship you had before? My first boyfriend and I were good friends before we started dating and yeah it definitely changed things after.

Can you trust any of your friends at full capacity? No friends. I trust my family, though.

Is the word 'love' even in your vocabulary? Yes.

Who do you think is more confusing, males or females? People are confusing.

Have you written or drawn anything for somebody else? No.

Do you have any pictures of yourself with a bf/gf? I have photos of myself and my exes.

Do your friends know how to make you smile in tough times? My family does. My doggo always can.

Has anybody said they loved you, but you didn't love them back? Yes.

Is there anyone you don't like that always seems to be everywhere you are? No.

Is there anyone you care about more than you care for yourself? My family.

What/who do you take the most pictures of? My doggo.

How long did you spend in a vehicle today? I’m not going anywhere today.

When you make a mess are you more likely to clean it up right away, or do you get to it later? I clean it up right away.

Who do you blame for your bad mood today? I’m just annoyed because yesterday I slept until 6PM and today I’ve hardly slept at all, I kept getting up like every hour. It’s 10AM now and I first fell asleep around 6, so yeah not much sleep going on. :/

By what age would you like to be married? I don’t plan on getting married.

What are you looking forward to right now? Nothing at this moment.

Do you have any split ends? Yes.

Is there a book you're currently reading? Yeah, I’m finishing up this book called, “Anything for You” by Marissa Finch.

Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? No.

When was the last time you went to the dentist? It’s been awhile. :/

The last time you cried, what was wrong? Oh ya know, life.

Do you sleep with a fan on? Yes, even now in the winter.

What's the last video game you played? Animal Crossing: New Horizons.

What do you usually drink at meals? Coffee or water.

Are you going to a library tomorrow? No.

Do you sleep better during thunderstorms? No, but I do enjoy them.

Has anyone pissed you off based on their actions recently? Yes.

What language did you take up in high school? I took Spanish all 4 years.

You’re single, correct? Yep.

Is the last person you texted good looking? My mom is beautiful.

At this very moment, what exactly are you doing? Besides the obvious I’m listening to an ASMR video.

How do you feel about girls smoking? I don’t care what gender is doing it, I personally don’t like it.

Have you ever been in a perfect relationship? No. Perfect relationships don’t exist.

Is the person you last texted in a relationship? Yeah, my mom is with my dad.

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Nope.

Do you like “good morning” texts? I don’t get those.

Last movie you watched? Wonder Woman 1984.

Name something you like about winter: I love Christmastime, the weather, the clothes, the colors, the smells, the coziness...all of it.

What’s your favorite color? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, and yellow.

Would you rather be called hun or baby? I don’t really care for either one.

Is there someone that you miss being close with? Yes.

Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms? When I was little.

Does anyone completely understand you? I don’t think completely. I certainly don’t completely understand myself.

In the last 12 months can you say you truly cared about someone? My family.

You were single last month, why? Uhh, because I’m not interested in or talking to anyone in that way. Like, there’s literally no one right now. No one is interested in me either.

Would you rather get 1, 12, or 24 roses? I’d appreciate any amount.

What is something you like to do when you’re down? Cry and one of my go-to activities I do normally as a distraction.

Do you believe teenagers can fall in love? Sure.

Have you ever received a text message that made you cry? Yes.

Did you enjoy your summer? Last summer was even worse because I wasn’t able to go to the beach, which is the only thing I like about summer.

When you watch movies at home, do you like the lights on or off? I tend to just keep ‘em on.

Do you think relationships are even worth it? Yes.

Is any part of you sad at all? All of me.

Do you like your first name? Sure.

What’s most stressing right now? Health and life stuff.

What are you listening to currently? An ASMR video.

Have you done anything embarrassing lately? Not recently.

Dark hair or light hair in the opposite sex? Whichever.

Do you judge people you don’t know? Not to the point that I don't want to get to know them, but yeah. <<< That’s a good way of putting it. Like, I think we all judge people to some extent and that’s normal and not always a bad thing, but some people are judgmental people and they make up their own assumptions and opinions without getting to know a person. They have their mind made up and it stops them from getting to know someone.

Would you date a boy/girl if you knew they were capable of cheating on you? I guess anyone is capable of doing so, so it’s something that could possibly happen in any relationship. However, if I knew someone had in fact cheated before or was known for that, then no I would not. Even if they had cheated once it would be something I’d worry about happening to me.

Did you sleep alone last night? I always do.

If you could have one thing right now what would it be? I’m kinda hungry, but meh.

Would you rather have ten kids, or none? None, hands down. I don’t even want one kid, let alone TEN.

Do you tell your mom or dad everything? I tell my mom a lot.

Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes? It would absolutely matter to me if they smoked cigarettes.

Have you ever been hurt by someone you never thought would hurt you? Yes.

Do you have siblings? I have two brothers.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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Could you do #28 indruck? Or maybe OT4?

#28 was: Mermified. I went with Indruck. Hope you like it!

The rocks on the window start the night he moves in.

He writes it off as an anomaly, or perhaps kids from the town deciding to toy with the new resident.

After three nights in a row, he’s beginning to understand why this house was such a bargain. Yes, it’s a lovely houseboat for one on the Pacific coast, offset from much of the neighborhood for privacy. But every night, small rocks and shells will hit your window, disrupting your already tenuous sleep schedule.

It can’t be a human, because his bedroom faces the ocean, and he’d hear or see a boat or paddleboard or whatever else they used to get there. For awhile he assumes it might be a ghost; his last apartment was actually haunted by a miner who died from the Spanish Flu. They got along rather well, as he didn’t manifest often and Indrid was always careful to leave him offerings or tokens of respect on days like his deathaversary.

But after scoping the house top to bottom, using a Oujia Board, and just politely asking if there was anyone there who needed to talk to him, he’s disregarded that possibility.

And tonight, he’s made the mistake of sleeping with the window open, meaning the chunk of bull kelp hit’s him square in the face.

“Oh for goodness sake.” He sits up, sticking his head out the window to glare at the waves.

The waves glare back. Or, more accurately, a face sticking out of the waves does.

“Do you mind?”

“Yeah, I mind a whole fuckin’ lot.” The man swims right to the side of the house, locomotion too smooth for there to be legs beneath the water, “I mind because this whole area is under my protection, and this big fuckin house is gonna fuck up this cove.”

He knew there were merpeople along this coast, he just wasn’t expecting to see one up close. Or for it to be so grumpy.

“I’ll have you know I asked for multiple modifications to this house before I moved in. It is designed to have almost zero impact on the marine environment.”

“Uh huh, sure.” The merman crosses his arms, “you ain’t just sayin’ that to get rid of me.” A flash of yellow light under the water.

“Well, technically, I am. I would prefer to not have you hurling things at my window every night because you think my leaving is the only way for your patch of ocean to be safe. A strategy, I take it, that worked on my predecessors.”

“Yep. Most left after a couple of days.”

“Most probably had more places they could go. I do not.”

“Ain’t my problem. Never shoulda let them start buildin’ here in the first place; wrecks havoc on the forest.” He glances towards open water, tips of giant kelp just visible in the moonlight. He sounds tired.

“How about this: you keep an eye on this cove, and if you notice any issues directly caused by my home, I will leave. But if not, you stop throwing things at my window.”

“Fine.” The merman turns, makes to dive under the water, then spins around, “but if I catch you tryin’ anythin’ funny, next time I’m throwin’ a shark through the window.”

The next night brings welcome silence at his window. The day after, however….

“What are you doin’ here, anyway?”

“Good afternoon to you as well.” Indrid doesn’t look up from his drawing; a benefit of being born with odd, future seeing abilities is that he isn’t startled by the merman’s appearance (said abilities don’t function well when he’s sleep deprived, which is why he didn’t see the merman’s initial appearance coming).

“I mean, y’all can build houses wherever you want up on land. Why live on the water?”

“Because I find it peaceful. I have limited luck living in cities, and have grown used to isolation.”

“Don’t humans have to have jobs? You ain’t left here except once to get food.”

“Spying is impolite.”

“So is livin’ on someone else's turf without askin!” The merman raises out of the water, and Indrid finally gets a good look at him. He has dark hair, mismatched eyes and, just visible, a row of fins like those of a leafy sea dragon dotting his lower back. Ironically, his build is one Indrid finds attractive, a mix of muscle and fat that undoubtedly would feel nice to hold. Were it not for the complication of the tail.

“I am an artist. I draw for a living, hence my ability to live out here. And nobody told me there was a merman living around here, so I did not have the option of speaking to you ahead of time.”

There’s a huff of annoyance, and he barely moves his drawing out of the way of the splash as the merman disappears.

Three days later, he’s once again sitting on the back deck when he hears, “You ain’t seen an injured seal around, have you?”

“No.” He looks up, finds the merman looking thoughtful as he scans the waves and shoreline, “ah, what does it look like? What color is it?”

“Smallish, speckled grey. Got caught in a net and all torn up gettin loose, but I can’t find it.”

“I will keep an eye out. Should I signal you if I see it?”

“Hmmm….yeah, that should work. Maybe hang somethin’ bright' on that line?” He points to the clothes line.

Indrid closes his eyes, focuses on the futures.

The merman sniffs, intrigued, “somethin smells good.”

“It’s my lunch. It ended up not quite being what I wanted, you are welcome to try some.”

The merman grabs the take-out bowl of soup, sipping from it gingerly. His face lights up, and then he gulps the remainder down.

“Damn, that was good.”

“It’s french onion soup. I can bring you more in the future if you’d like. Also, odds are good you’ll find the seal you seek on the beach about a mile that way.”

The merman blinks, “Shit, really? Thanks man.”

“You are welcome.”

The merman hesitates, a flash of white, barely visible in the daylight, zips under water, “Uh, name’s Duck by the way.”

Indrid smiles, “Indrid. Good luck with your search, Duck.”

Duck smiles, bright and friendly as the beach on a hot day, “Thanks.”

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Indrid awakens with a cry of alarm. It’s only a nightmare, not even a bad vision, and yet he’s so rattled sleep becomes an unreachable goal. Hoping the night air and lapping waves might help, he drags a blanket onto the back deck, laying down with his back to the water. The nightmare pursues him still, setting off a dozen related memories and fears in his mind until he’s shuddering, trying not to cry.

A cool hand touches his hair and he freezes for a moment before another gasp pushes from his chest, the images flooding his system too much to ignore. The hand continues down his back a ways, then starts at his head once again.

“Why?” He says, not even sure who he’s asking it of.

“Helps the seal and otter pups when they get upset. Thought it might help you too.” Duck replies, “I was doin’ a night round and heard you yell. Came to make sure you were okay.”

He wants to say thank you, but the words are weighed down by the realization of how long it’s been since anyone did such a thing.

“You...pet the pups? Doesn’t, doesn’t that make it difficult if they are eaten by something?”

“A little. Sharks got as much right to live as they do, but still, sometimes they need comfortin if their parents are out huntin. Not my job to protect ‘em from predators. I’m just the keeper of the forest. Means I look out for the animals, the plants. Nature does most of the work for me; lot of my job boils down to makin sure humans don’t fuck everything up.”

“It is a habit we seem to have.”

A pause, Duck’s fingers playing gently with his hair, “Not all of you.”

Indrid rolls over and Duck rests his arms on the deck, soft blue flashes coming off his tail.

“Will you tell me more about what you do?”

“Sure.”

Duck talks and Indrid listens until finally his eyes droop closed. He wakes up hours later, a bit chilly but with the blanket drawn around him. He wonders how he avoided falling into the water in his sleep. Until there’s a soft splash as his nighttime gaurdian slips back into the waves.

---------------------------------------------------

“Ta dah! No, wait, stay over here. That’s a good boy.” Duck proudly circles the large ray he’s herded near Indrid’s boat as Indrid sits down to draw. Over the last few weeks, he’s brought the human more and more items to include in his illustrations, after Indrid mentioned he was working on a pictures for a book about marine life.

It started with brightly colored shells or seaglass left on his deck, then Duck would ask for mason jars or bowls to help place a fish safely where Indrid could sketch it. Lately, he’s taken to shepherding larger sea life where Indrid can see it; seals, otters, rays, even a shark. It’s almost as if he’s showing off, and Indrid notices that his tail flickers bright green whenever Indrid flaps his hands with excitement or thanks him for his help.

Duck visits him every day, even on days when there is no drawing to be done. They talk, or eat together, and Indrid has even hung a hammock out so they can talk well into the night without him accidentally rolling off the deck or Duck having to watch over him until he wakes. Duck can only be out of the water a short time, but he’ll join Indrid on the deck to sun himself, tail bright green and leafy at the “V” that marks the tip of it. When Indrid asks about the lights, Duck explains that they’re tied to his emotions, something to help merpeople signal to each other even in the darkness or murkiness of the ocean.

Indrid buys a kayak, paddles out into open ocean with Duck as his guide, the merman eagerly showing him his favorite places, introducing him to wildlife, and generally mooning over him whenever he thinks Indrid isn’t looking.

The mooning is mutual, of course. Duck is funny and kind, easy going now that he knows Indrid is not a threat to his beloved kelp forest. He’s also painfully handsome in Indrid’s eyes, but the futures show scant chances for Indrid to admit this fact without torpedoing the relationship.

Their laying side by side on the deck tonight, dusk creeping across the sky. In the fading light, he notices Duck’s fins flashing between white and green.

“Are you alright, Duck? You’ve been rather quiet tonight.”

“Uh, um, yeah? Fuck. Uh, you remember me tellin’ you about my friend Aubrey?”

“The one dating the human surfer girl?”

“Yep. They, uh, Aubrey said they finally worked up to kissin. I never heard of mer kissin’ a human and likin’ it before, usually we do it on dares when we’re young and foolish.”

“You seem to be going somewhere with this.” Indrid rolls over, smirking at the future he sees.

“No, uh, fuch, uh, I mean, would, would you ever wanna try it?”

“With any merperson, or just you?”

“Me.” Duck says softly.

Indrid leans in, cups the back of his head to draw him into a kiss, salt and sun mingling on his lips as Duck moans. Sun-warmed skin caresses his back as Duck pulls him closer, and a cool, smooth tail hooks over his ankles.

“Indrid, I, I really, really like you.” Duck whispers, kissing a line along his cheek.

“I really, really like you as well, Duck.” Indrid runs a hand along his side, watches his tail light up bright blue at the touch.

“Can, can we try bein’ together? Like Dani and Aubrey are?”

“Of course.” Indrid grins, then gives a muffled laugh as Duck kisses him once more, rolling atop him, wiggling happily as the kiss deepens, Indrid teasing his fingers along his fins to make him whine.

Then the mer gasps, dropping into the water and coming back up panting.

“Shit, that was close.”

“You were out too long?” Indrid shifts to his stomach

“Yep. Can’t blame me for gettin’ distracted, and honestly I’d fuckin pass out if that’s what it took to kiss you again.”

Indrid bends down, kissing him softly, “no need for such drastic measures yet. But I agree it would be nice to have, ah, dalliances that can last a bit longer. I’m sure we can think of something.”

They try filling the bathtub with seawater, but can’t get Duck to it. Indrid opts to swim, but he’s not a strong swimmer, and any beaches where they could be half in and half out of the water are either too well-traveled or made out of sharp rocks that hurt them both.

They have some success when Indrid lays on his side, facing the water, to touch himself, moaning Ducks name and telling him just what he’ll do to him once he’s able as Duck frantically kisses him, tail flashing blue and purple.

But after night after night of longing looks, too-short embraces, and kisses at odd angles, he decides enough is enough.

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“Why have you come, young man?”

“I wish to make a deal. There’s something I need you to enchant.”

The man grins, cat-like and hungry, “Very well. But it is going to cost you.”

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Duck circles the patch of kelp he’s checking for the tenth time. He can’t focus, should just go home and rest, but he needs to keep occupied so he stops worrying about the note he found on the deck two days ago.

Duck,

Have a problem that needs solving. May be gone several days. Don’t worry, it will be alright.

Love, Indrid.

In spite of the reassurance in the letter, he’s terrified that Indrid might be hurt. Might have left him entirely.

An unfamiliar shape flits in the corner of his vision, and he turns.

“Holy fuck.”

“Good afternoon to you too.” Indrid grins, swimming to him a bit gracelessly with mottled black and red tail. The red and black fan of fin on his lower back flashes bright green for a moment.

“Indrid.” Duck says with awe, not quite believing his eyes even as his tail curls around Indrid’s own.

“Indeed. I, ah, found someone who would help me. Help us.”

“Are you, uh, stuck like this?”

He shakes his head, “No, I have a charm” he holds up his wrist to reveal a small cord, “I can go back to being human as needed. But I, ah, I can no longer see the future. I...that was the trade for this.”

“You gave that up just for me?” Duck cups his cheeks, brushes their noses together.

Indrid grins, “Yes. After all, whatever the futures may hold, whatever I can no longer see coming, does not matter half as much as the future I’m holding right now.”

#indruck #mermay fills #mermaid au #indrid cold/duck newton #duck x indrid

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stardancerluv · 4 years

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Creative Fervor

Part 4

Summary: you are a famous furniture designer in Gotham...now you are dating Roman Sionis but what does that entail??

Warning: Fluff & Smut

As you looked out at everything, you couldn’t be more pleased with how things were going. Several pieces had already sold, and people had made several appointments. You would busy for awhile.

There was only one thing missing, that was Roman. In the last month, you had gotten used to being on his hip. You rather enjoyed being his girl.

“There is my kitten.”

You put your glass of champagne down and turned to the voice that made your heart skip a beat. He held out his arms to you.

You smiled, “Hello handsome.” Easily you went into his arms, you wrapped an arm around his middle, swaying he moved with you to a darkened corner.

“Sorry about the delay in my arrival.” Disgust filled his voice. “Had to make sure Penguin’s party went off without a hitch. He was already squawking about something when I left.”

“All that matters is that you are here now.” You smiled up at him.

He drew your face up and kissed you. It made your heart begin to race, this was the most the two of you had touched in the last few days.

You kept on missing each other with how busy you two were leading up to your show and the party he had to host for Penguin.

He broke the kiss, disappointment dripping from his voice, “I better let you go back out there.”

“I probably should go but I do like this darkened corner, Roman.” You replied softly.

“Y/N, don’t forget my men and I scoped out this place.” He leaned in close. “I know all the secret spots.”

“Oh?” You looked from side to side then at him filled with mischief. “Does that mean you could just grab me and have your way with me?”

“Don’t tempt me. It has been awhile.”

You nodded. “These last few days have been rough.”

He looked beyond you, making a soft sound he met your eyes with a determined look, “Follow me.”

Holding his hand, the two of you escaped down an even darker hallway. Excitement, unraveled deep within the pit of your stomach.

Reaching, a door at the end of the hallway, he pulled you in. Letting go of his hand, you saw that the muted light in the room came from windows that came from the open area below. People down below were mingling, making small talk, drinking and celebrating your work.

The door behind you clicked, drawing your attention back to Roman. He took off his glasses as he came over to you with deliberate steps. “They are all here for you.” He hissed. Grabbing you, he kissed you. You gave into the kiss. Damn, he tasted so good. Your fingers entwined in his soft hair.

Moving, as he kissed you he backed you into the large wooden table that sat in the middle of the room.

“Roman,” you breathed, hitching up your dress then bracing yourself on the table you hopped onto it.

“My naughty kitten.” When he came over, he opened your legs further. His hands moved up your thighs till they reached the waist band of your panties. You moved just so, he could drag them off you. He laid them close to you.

You reached out to him. Grabbing at his belt, you undid it followed the button of his slacks.

“Allow me.” He said with a smirk. Then you watched with relish, licking your lips as he lowered his zipper, he stopped then. “Are we sure we should do this?”

Moving to the edge of the table, you whimpered at his words. “Roman, please...”

He leaned forward, “I love teasing you.” He entered you then, making you gasp against his lips.

He wrapped your legs around his waist. He then braced himself above you as he began thrusting in and out of you. You ran your fingers up and down his back. He bent his head down to kiss you, your tongue passionately met.

Pleasure just continued to explode throughout you. “Roman,” you moaned arching. “Can I cum?”

He pulled almost all the way out. “Yes.” Then he thrust deeper and harder into you. You moved with him.

“Roman...Roman...”you moaned.

“Yes, kitten.”

He held you close, as you continued to writhe under him. “Ro...Roman.” You moaned and then came hard. He drank in your words.

His eyes met you, you saw something new in the stormy blue. He continued to thrust, you could tell he drawing close to his own climax, “Y/N...” Closing his eyes, moaning he came hard and kissed you hard.

“Roman,” your breathing ragged. Pleasure still flowed through you.

He gently stepped back, and put his pants back in order. As you grabbed your panties, he put a hand over yours. “Tonight, you can take them back.” He chuckled then.

You blew some hair out of your face, as you hoped down and then easily you slipped on your panties. Grabbing his hands, you leaned in. “Now you watch me walk around knowing you just ravished me.”

He smirked. “That will make this event all the better.”

“I almost don’t want to go back out there.” He slipped one of his hands over your smaller ones. “You must this is all for you. Allow me to watch you, go on ahead.”

“Ok,” you smiled. You ran your fingers through your strands, getting to the door you looked back at Roman.

“Get em Kitten.” He slipped on his shades then.

*****

He headed to the balcony, allowing you to be in the spotlight, which was hard for him. For you, he’d allow it. He was beginning to feel something deeper for you. He was not particularly sure how he felt about it. Though, he would admit that he cared.

It was something, he wasn’t used to feeling but with you it felt right. He smirked, it was rather amusing to know he had just ravished, your cheeks were still pink from it.

A reporter approached him then. “All I am saying is this,” he said with one of his charming smiles. “I fully support, Y/N Y/LN, she is an amazing designer. I have hired her to create a piece for my club.” He knew wouldn’t be able to avoid the relationship questions, there would be no dodging. He could only hope it his enemies, would not exploit this. “As adults we are enjoying the similarities and differences in our lives.” He smiled.

Six weeks had passed since the body of Jareth Stapleton’s body was discovered in Gotham Bay, it had been ruled a bad outcome to a spat. No one discussed or looked into it further. He loved that all they cared about was him and her.

He was going to go down to you now. Refresh his champagne and see how things were going. He was glad that he had made sure that, Zsass and his men watched the perimeter. He kept them close in case if the need arose. The number of protestors had grown, they irked him.

He cringed as he watched Bruce Wayne come up behind you, putting a hand on your lower back. Just seeing Bruce Wayne annoyed him.

A familiar voice purred in his ear. “Roman, darling how are you?”

Turning, to the voice he was a taken back. He used to think she was the loviest creature and now, not in the slightest.

He smiled. “Hello, Circe.”

“Hello, Roman.” She closed the distance and ran a hand up his suit jacket. “Looking as dapper as always.”

He took a hold of her hand, still smiling. “I am not for pawing.” He squeezed her hand before letting it go.

She shook her hand. “But Roman, darling I’ve been remembering old times.”

He pressed his lips together. “That is what they are old times.”

“Are you telling me, you are really taken with that little designer?”

He nodded. “I am.”

She came close again, this time grabbing his lapels. “I am sure she can’t handle your dark side, like I could. He put his hands over hers once again.

*****

Knowing, Roman was on the balcony you were going to go up to him with a fresh glass of champagne. The event would be drawing to a close within the hour.

Walking over, you saw Circe. She was more lovely then you could have ever expected. No wonder, Roman had a powerful and famous relationship. They must have been dynamic.

The closer you got, you saw that she was holding onto Roman’s lapels. It looked as if she was about to kiss him. You felt as if some slapped you across the face. You had heard long ago that even though she had hurt him, he still had feelings for. If a flash, she doubted him, saying he loved you a short time ago.

“Roman?”

“Hi cutie,” Circe, said to you. “I hope you don’t mind, Roman and I were just reminiscing about our wild days.”

“Y/N...” He squeezed Circe’s hands this time knowing it would cause pain. “Y/N,” He said, his jaw clenched.

“I’ll leave you to it.” You turned and walked away. And you didn’t stop.

“Leave me the fuck alone Circe or you will regret it.”

He then tore her hands off his suit jacket. “Aw, Roman, we had some amazing...”

“Fuck off, Circe.” He spat out not even looking back at her.

Scanning the crowds, he could not spot you.

*****

Your heart was beating so hard you could barely breath. You had always wondered what would happen if his old flame would show up. She was perfection on two legs, her hair with a delicate wave and she was a lot closer to his age.

You managed to find your manager. “I’ve taken ill, I need to leave.” You were having a hard time breathing.

“Y/N, how sad. Want me to call a ride?”

You shook your head. I will find one.”

You got outside, Zsass immediately approached you. “Y/N, where are you going?”

You were quick on your feet. “Roman, wanted me to find you, he needs to speak with you inside.”

His brow furrowed. “Really?”

You nodded and he began to go inside as you hailed for a taxi. Instead a black car with dark windows pulled up and squeaked to a halt, figuring it was a guest coming late to the event, you politely stood aside. Two men jumped out of it with surprising speed.

“Grab her.” Realizing too late what was going on, you tried to turn and run back inside. You managed to scream before they put a rag over your face and the whole world turned black.

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salavarte · 4 years

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Short version: A lil sketchy exploration of the Uluth, the psychic hivemind squidpeople who are part of the antagonistic regime in my ttrpg current game. Lelu & Zwyo are members of the resistance. Really this was just so I could draw Lelu w/ some context. Lelu is a cutthroat negotiator and interrogator that uses the fact that they look like an adorable vinyl toy to throw people off. Zwyo is 1/2 of a pair that creates a series of political protest art (she does typography) & is involved in her community’s music scene.

Long version (copied from my patreon) w/ some extra art:

“A little bit of sketchy nonsense that I decided to color as a warmup. "Uluth" have been part of The Road's TTRPG lore for awhile (tumblr archive says 3 years but I think longer than that) - the races on The Road and the setting were something my partner made before we met so a lot of the world was set in stone by the time it became a collaborative project, and like many custom fantasy settings, have 'classic' fantasy race parallels (halflings, dark elves/orcs/trolls, and liches, the latter of which we aren't coy about).

I was running a very BPRD-esque game in a haunted hotel with some eldritch horror undertones when I conceived what I felt was my contribution to The Road's races (sort of, I'll elaborate later). The Uluth, a very loose homage to mindflayers, but turned on its head a bit to create a "good" (like, speaking alignment wise) version. I actually cribbed the leg design from the way I used to draw Mindflayers. A race of humanoid, psychic squid-ish people that were all linked up to pockets of collective consciousness that served as their gods/monarchs. An Uluth has a lifecycle that goes gelatinous egg -> larvae/tadpoles -> something that looks more like a baby -> fully ambulatory child with a large rudder like tail -> juvenile (starting to express adult characteristics like definition in their fins, tails are shrinking into pretty much a nub - think teenagers) and then adult, with no tail, their final colorations (if they didn't have em already) -> and then finally, when their physical body dies, their ""soul""/psionic self ascends into the Overmind to contribute to the collective consciousness. At the time I made them, in the prime timeline of our games, Uluth had immigrated to The Road several hundred years prior to the current age (1974) as a Roman-level civilization, but their naturally pacifist nature, frail bodies that were susceptible to stress, etc. led them to be killed off by another similarly developed species to the point of extinction.

Originally, I never intended to draw a living Uluth or think much about how they looked like normally - they were viewed solely through the lens of the ghostly, psionic selves that had slowly gone insane and created a mad, fractured overmind, the psionic abilities of which had caused strange labyrinthine passages and other weird shit to spontaneously form in the hotel (....I really liked "House of Leaves" as a teenager, ok). But my player was running a very mad scientist-y character at the time and managed to rehydrate Peklam's (second image) mummified body and shove his soul back inside it, so all of a sudden we had a walking talking Uluth. Peklam was then one of my PCs for a game we did later with the same group of characters! The image of Peklam was done during that time, but I still like it, it was done when my art style was loosening up.

When we started doing AU games, we did a setting ran by me called Mindrunner in which the Uluth not only survived the cull, but partnered up with another race to become the dominant culture on the planet, and by 2035 The Road is highly technologically advanced with a lot of progressive things regarding universal healthcare and public resources, but has suffered in other ways, mostly regarding the dehumanization of a "undead race" that most Uluth, as creatures that never REALLY die, treat with a lot of fear/disgust/disdain. This sentiment is shared by eh most people. I would explain it further but I feel like this is already kind of rambly and dense. But suffice it to say, this other species, the Annubi, which a lot of our other characters are, have a similarly complicated lifecycle where they are normal, gradually get more decrepit but more powerful (and mentally unstable) as they age with NO UPPER LIMIT, creating Liches, and all of the psionic pressure on the road from so many Uluth is accelerating the process. Not to mention the stress of being treated like shit. Not that the current regime would accept that maybe they should be helping these people instead of shooting them in the head and calling it a day.

Needless to say, we are playing the game from the POV of the insurgency, because the government sucks in the real world so it's cathartic to overthrow a fictional one, lol. Not all Uluth feel the same - the two named characters here, Zwyo and Lelu, are members of the resistance. Zwyo assists another character to create political protest art (Zwyo does typography and layout, the other guy, Mandrake, does the art) and Lelu uses their psionics to be a master interrogator, and utilizes the fact that they look positively adorable to catch people off guard. They are in fact quite cutthroat, and used to be a bit of a con artist before joining the resistance movement.

Funfact: Uluth are super into "athleisure" type clothing because it dries quickly and does not restrict their movement. Another fashion staple is transparent accessories, like sleeves, jackets, bags, etc. Zwyo is very into the underground music scene in her home, and is a little more into "human music" and fashion.

This is really all just because I wanted to draw this NPC Lelu, who I had no idea how to design, as I hadn't thought a lot about what "young" uluth look like. Lelu is an adult Uluth who's body never got larger or lost its tail, and retains many juvenile characteristics (big ol eyes and head, short muzzle). They mostly take it in stride and are a small bastard.

That's it! Back to more important matters. Uluth are not the most visually exciting things in the world, they aren't as "weird" as I prefer my alien races to be, but for the setting, I find them visually appropriate and think they're cute. They are a throwback to an alien race I made when I was, like, 15.

#Mindrunner #The Road #aliens #Character Design #creature design

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etirabys · 4 years

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guuuuys, this arc in the first quarter of It where a preteen boy makes friends for the first time in his life is so fucking good. I quote a lot of stuff but that’s because it’s amazing!!! They’re such good kids!

If someone had asked him, “Ben, are you lonely?,” he would have looked at that someone with real surprise. The question had never even occurred to him. He had no friends, but he had his books and his dreams; he had his Revell models; he had a gigantic set of Lincoln Logs and built all sorts of stuff with them. His mother had exclaimed more than once that Ben’s Lincoln Logs houses looked better than some real ones that came from blueprints. He had a pretty good Erector Set, too. He was hoping for the Super Set when his birthday came around in October. With that one you could build a clock that really told time and a car with real gears in it. Lonely? he might have asked in return, honestly foozled. Huh? What?

A child blind from birth doesn’t even know he’s blind until someone tells him. Even then he has only the most academic idea of what blindness is; only the formerly sighted have a real grip on the thing. Ben Hanscom had no sense of being lonely because he had never been anything but. If the condition had been new, or more localized, he might have understood, but loneliness both encompassed his life and overreached it. It simply was, like his double-jointed thumb or the funny little jag inside one of his front teeth, the little jag his tongue began running over whenever he was nervous.

He’s polite and smart and the grownups like him!

“Hullo, Benny,” Mrs. Starrett said. Like Mrs. Douglas at school, she genuinely liked Ben. Grownups, especially those who sometimes needed to discipline children as part of their jobs, generally liked him, because he was polite, soft-spoken, thoughtful, sometimes even funny in a very quiet way. These were all the same reasons most kids thought he was a puke.

Then, after getting beaten up by a pack of older kids, he happens upon and bonds with two other kids who were building a dam in the stream that got wrecked by the same bullies

Both Bill and Eddie burst out laughing this time, and Ben joined them. It hurt his stomach to laugh but he laughed anyway, shrilly and a little hysterically. Finally he had to sit down on the bank, and the plopping sound his butt made when it hit the dirt got him going all over again. He liked the way his laughter sounded with theirs. It was a sound he had never heard before: not mingled laughter—he had heard that lots of times—but mingled laughter of which his own was a part.

And he helps rebuild the dam, with a much better design – his spatial intelligence / building-thinking is very good, and he’ll be a renowned architect in his adult life

“Yeah, I know him,” Ben said. “You guys come down here a lot, huh?” The idea fascinated him—and made him feel a stupid sort of longing as well.

“Puh-Puh-Pretty much,” Bill said. “Wuh-Why d-don’t you c-c-come back down tuh-huh-morrow? M-Me and E-E-Eddie were tuh-trying to make a duh-duh-ham.”

Ben could say nothing. He was astounded not only by the offer but by the simple and unstudied casualness with which it had come.

(QUOTER’S NOTE: AT THIS POINT I SHIPPED THEM)

“Maybe we ought to do something else,” Eddie said. “The dam wasn’t working so hot anyway.”

Ben got up and walked down to the stream, brushing the dirt from his huge hams. There were still matted piles of small branches at either side of the stream, but anything else they’d put together had washed away.

“You ought to have some boards,” Ben said. “Get boards and put em in a row . . . facing each other . . . like the bread of a sandwich.”

Bill and Eddie were looking at him, puzzled. Ben dropped to one knee. “Look,” he said. “Boards here and here. You stick em in the streambed facing each other. Okay? Then, before the water can wash them away, you fill up the space between them with rocks and sand—”

“Wuh-Wuh-We,” Bill said.

“Huh?”

“Wuh-We do it.”

“Oh,” Ben said, feeling (and looking, he was sure) extremely stupid. But he didn’t care if he looked stupid, because he suddenly felt very happy. He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt this happy. “Yeah. We. Anyway, if you—we—fill up the space in between with rocks and stuff, it’ll stay. The upstream board will lean back against the rocks and dirt as the water piles up. The second board would tilt back and wash away after awhile, I guess, but if we had a third board . . . well, look.”

He drew in the dirt with a stick. Bill and Eddie Kaspbrak leaned over and studied this little drawing with sober interest:

“You ever built a dam before?” Eddie asked. His tone was respectful, almost awed.

“Nope.”

“Then h-h-how do you know this’ll w-w-work?”

Ben looked at Bill, puzzled. “Sure it will,” he said. “Why wouldn’t it?”

“But h-how do you nuh-nuh-know?” Bill asked. Ben recognized the tone of the question as one not of sarcastic disbelief but honest interest. “H-How can y-you tell?”

“I just know,” Ben said. He looked down at his drawing in the dirt again as if to confirm it to himself. He had never seen a cofferdam in his life, either in diagram or in fact, and had no idea that he had just drawn a pretty fair representation of one.

he’s so nice and smart and lonely and he’s discovering friendship for the first time this summer – augh!! In between attacks from the shapeshifting man-eating clown, this is such a heartwarming novel!

#rambl #eti reads stuff #i also separately ship beverly with both ben and bill so triad fic just seems like the easiest way to get what i want #even if i don't actually ship specifically them qua triad #ON THIS BLOG WE LOVE AND SUPPORT BEN HANSCOM #[plucking pathetically at your sleeve] please love ben hanscom with me #eti reads it

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razorblade180 · 5 years

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Black Queen

[schnee manor]

Oscar:*on the couch watching tv*

Whitley:*playing chess* I can’t believe I’m losing to you.

Ruby:Wow, wasn’t expecting a challenge? That’s a little harsh.

Whitley:You know that’s not what I meant. It’s just been awhile since I had a challenge. Several years I think.

Ruby:Weiss and Winter give you a hard time?

Whitley:Never actually played with Winter. As for Weiss, we were about even back then. She wasn’t too hard to beat though; that honor belongs to-

Yang comes barreling through the front door with Weiss on her shoulder. Blake is right behind her with Ren and Nora surrounding Jaune. Flashing lights can be seen as the door closes.

Weiss:Let me at em!!! If the paparazzi want a scoop so bad then I’ll give them one!!!!

Yang:As much as I would to see you beat up reporters, I know you’d yell at us for not stopping you afterwards.

Blake:In my opinion it would’ve been worth it.

Nora:I would’ve helped!!!

Jaune and Ren:That doesn’t make it better....

Ruby:I’m guessing the triple date was a fiasco?

Jaune:It was fine all the way until we went to grab food. Honestly we would’ve gone undetected but....

Ren:It’s like every piece of media has a radar on Weiss.

Whitley:I could’ve told you that. You think with all this snow our family would be hard to see but it’s the exact opposite.

Blake:He’s right; I’m surprised no one even cared about seeing me walk around casually. The people were too busy looking at Weiss to even bad mouth me.

Nora:I guess that’s the power of a Schnee for ya.

Weiss:I’m not even the heiress anymore! I thought the harassment would die down a bit.

Yang:Aren’t you still like an idol or something?

Whitley:Don’t forget a Beacon survivor; people eat that stuff up around here.

Jaune:We’re all survivors.

Whitley:But are you rich and caused an incident at a fundraiser?

Jaune:Fair point....

Ruby:Checkmate Whitley!

Whitley:Damnit, well played Ruby. *resetting the board*

Weiss:*slumped over* All I want is to be able to walk around freely and spend time outside. Jaune and I haven’t had one peaceful date.

Jaune:I don’t mind it. I knew what I was getting into.

Weiss:But I mind. It’s not fair to you. *pouting*

Whitley:If you don’t want to draw attention to yourself then you already have an answer.

He holds up the black queen chess piece for everyone to acknowledge. They all seem confused except for Weiss. Her face runs cold with horror as she knows exactly what that piece represents.

Weiss:How could you even suggest such an idea?

Whitley:I didn’t say it was perfect, but it’ll work like it did back then. It’s been forever since I’ve seen b-

Whitley:Bleiss Schnee can remain a fading memory for the rest of time!!!!

Everyone:.......

Nora:Uhhhh Bleiss Schnee? Who’s that.

Winter:*rushing in* Who dares speaks the demons name!? Was it you Whitley!?

Whitley:Guilty as charged. Weiss wants to go around town in disguise so I reminded her of her old friend.

Winter:I swear to god if we go down that road again I’m not dealing with the fallout this time.

Klein*from the other room* Neither am I!!!!

Ruby:Can someone explain to the rest of us what exactly we’re talking about?

Winter:When Weiss first became heiress and her singing career took off she got really fed up with the lack of privacy. So she created an alter ego that wears black.

Blake:So you named it Bleiss? Are you serious right now?

Weiss:*red* I was a child! Excuse me for not being more creative.

Whitley:Bleiss has her own birth certificate, bank account, and even a social security number. She was designed to basically be her own person. The media doesn’t pay attention to her a single bit because she has formally been shunned from the entire family and cut off from it completely. Nobody is interested in a useless Schnee.

Weiss:Ain’t that the truth; I pulled no punches in making sure she’s completely invisible as far as the media is concerned.

Yang:That’s great! Why don’t we break this bad girl out!

Weiss:*whispers*Nooooooooo it’s a bad idea...

Jaune:A bad idea? What makes it so bad.

Weiss:The “B” in Bleiss stands for black but honestly it should stand for....

Winter:Bitch, because that’s what she is. A complete bitch that’s out of control.

Nora:I need details right now.

Whitley:Her dressing up was fine at first until the freedom of being a regular kid truly sunk in. Being a nobody means nobody cares how you act. That simple fact plunged Weiss into dark temptations.

Winter:She became a wild child that refused to take off the outfit. Acting any crude way she wanted to that we literally had to get a doctor to make sure we didn’t unleash some multiple personality disorder. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case. Sooner or later things became sort of stale for her and being broke wasn’t fun. Next thing you know Weiss was her old self and we got rid of her clothes.

Ren:Sounds drastic.

Nora:Sounds awesome! I want to meet her!

Weiss:Have you not been paying attention!? She’s a wild child that doesn’t care about anything but herself. Honestly I can’t remember everything I did but what I do remember makes me grateful that I don’t remember everything. Besides I don’t have the clo-

Whitley:You’ll find all the clothes you own but in black inside the spare room closet. Including the contact lens and wig.

.......

Whitley and Weiss:Explain yourself right this instant.....

Whitley:What, she was fun. Chess against her was always exciting.

Ruby:Oh, she was your chess buddy? I guess a different personality would play the game in a whole new way. Like whenever Ozpin plays me instead of Oscar. Actually, could it be that-

Ozcar:Bleiss is not some secret other soul. Sometimes clothes just have a way of changing people. You should get a load of Dr.Oobleck in punk rock clothes like his younger years. It’s probably a similar situation.

Blake:Well if you have the clothes then make use of them. What are the odds you’ll act out again now that you’re older?

Weiss:I guarantee you that I will....

Whitley:Just put the wig on last and we’ll snatch it off when, and I do mean when you start to act up. Right Win-

The front door closes as Winter leaves in a hurry.

Whitley:......Well your friends have your back.

RBYJNOR:Yeah!!!

Whitley:But-

Jaune:Please Weiss?

Weiss:This is going to be crazy. I’m going to act insufferable.

Jaune:I’ll love you anyways.

Weiss:......Sigh, give me a moment.

*ten minutes later*

Weiss walks back into the living room stunning everyone. She’s wearing her volume 4 singing outfit. The dress is jet black with white speckles across it; almost looking like she’s wearing outer space around her. Sapphire earrings have been replaced with dazzling red rubies that match her contact lens. The most interesting change is myertenaster, it looks almost sold gold. All that’s the same is her hair; for now.

Yang:*whistles* this look sure feels more wild than your usual. Why that outfit?

Weiss:It’s hard to run in this so I’m confident you all can catch me if for some reason I try running off.

Blake:I might have a bias but you look good in black. I wasn’t expecting a gold version of your weapon.

Weiss:Like I said, I spared no expense fleshing this alter ego out; I even learned to do things right handed. A shame that I act like a hot mess like this. *shaking* Yet I’m oddly excited about this.

Nora:Come on, put the wig on already! I need to see this so called wild child.

Ren:I feel a rivalry brewing.

Weiss:Jaune I just need you to know that whatever I say-

Jaune:Relax, I won’t hold it against it you. *smiles*

Weiss:*puts on the wig*......

Everyone:.........

Yang:Well...feel anything?

Weiss:Actually....I don’t feel anything strange. Maybe I’m over it.

Ruby:You have white hair sticking out in the back. *fixing it* that should do- ow!

With no warning at all, her hands get smacked away like a fly.

Ruby:Hey, what’s the big idea?

“I don’t remember giving you giving me permission to touch me.”

Jaune:Weiss....? Are you- *suddenly catching her as she jumps into his arms*

Bleiss:You on the other hand, you can can touch me whenever you want. *caressing his chest*

Jaune:*blushing* What!?

Yang:Uhhh, Bleiss I presume?

Bleiss:*jumps to the ground with a smirk* Sup fuckers! Bleiss Schnee is here to shake things up.

Ozcar*getting Oobleck flashbacks*

Whitley:Hey Bleiss.

Bleiss:Sup twerp, you’ve grown like a weed. Still playing chess I see. Think you can finally beat me or am I gonna wipe the floor with you like last time?

Whitley:I’d like to see you try. I’m guessing you want to be the black pieces?

Bleiss:Hell yeah I do! *sits down*

Ren:You talk like you’ve been away a long time. I guess you treat the time spent between you and Weiss separate.

Bleiss:Duh, anything that prissy little snowflake does has nothing to do with me. *leans back stretches her legs out*

Ruby:*red* You’re wearing a dress! Close your legs.

Bleiss:Lighten up wall flower. It’s not like anybody here doesn’t know what panties look like. Except for virgin boy on the couch over there, but he’s mentally checked out at the moment.

Oscar:(She didn’t have to call me out like that.)

Ozcar:(Your time will come one day. Don’t let it get to you.)

Ruby:Whitley you’re okay with this!?

Whitley:*staring at the board* she does what she wants. I’m not looking so I’m fine.

Bleiss:He’d have to be pretty sick to want to. The only skirt he’d love to look under is yours.

Whitley:*blushing* Please stop.....

Bleiss:Awww look at that face. I wonder how many times that teenage brain of yours has been swarming with dirty thoughts of precious little girlfriend. I can’t believe you haven’t gotten his rocks off yet Ruby; scared it’s gonna hurt?

Ruby:*crimson* Out of line!

Yang:Definitely not talking to Weiss right now. She would never be bold enough to tell Ruby to have sex in front of me. Bold move...*glares*

Bleiss:Please, the only thing intimidating about you is boobs, and even that becomes underwhelming when people notice your scrawny ass.

Yang:SCRAWNY!?

Blake:*snickering*

Yang:Blake!?

Blake:I’m sorry but that was a little funny. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone call you out like that.

Nora:It is a little scrawny now that she mentions it.

Yang:Stop looking!

Jaune:*staring at Bleiss*.......

Bleiss:Hmm? Something got your attention? Not that I can blame you but I do remember me saying you can touch me whenever you want. I don’t mind if we have an audience. Let them learn a thing or to from us. *winking*

Everyone:*turning red*

Jaune:That is uhh....that’s fine.

Bleiss:Aw baby don’t be like that. I’ll do things to you that Weiss wishes she had the guts to do. All you have to do is ask nicely and I’ll get on me knees right now. Hell, you can just stand there and I’ll happily be the one to whip out your c-

Whitley:Checkmate! *quickly snatches her wig* that’s enough of that.

The room gets completely silent for a moment and just waits to see what happens next. Right before anyone can speak, the silence is interrupted by a girlish shriek from their familiar friend as she closes her legs. Her face burning with embarrassment. Without hesitation she stands up and scampers off to her room.

Jaune:That sure was an experience.

Nora:Sounds like she was about to give you a few experiences. Imagine if she was on the triple date with us. That could get wild.

Ren:That’s putting it lightly. I doubt the media would ignore extreme public displays of affection.

Blake:It’s called Voyeur and we’d definitely would’ve attracted at least one cameraman.

Yang:Maybe we should keep Bleiss under wraps unless something absolutely nuts calls for it. I’m already exhausted and it’s been five minutes.

Everyone:Agreed....

Weiss:*coming back out in regular clothes* How about we keep her locked up forever instead!?

Whitley:Aww, but I like playing chess against her. What about you Jaune; do you never want to see her again.

Weiss:*looking at him*......

Jaune:I mean...I don’t have to see her again. That being said, she seems interesting.....

Weiss:Jaune!!!

Jaune:It’ll be completely your choice though! My opinion has a bias. *blushing*

Weiss:I’ll....I’ll still keep it in mind. *blushing* just for you.

Whitley:*snickering* Predictable response. Guess that means I should set up the board again. Oh how I do love the black pieces.... *picks up the black queen and white knight*

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smolbeandrabbles · 5 years

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Love The Way You Love Me - Vince Kovac (Tangle)

Author’s Note: Whilst this will be a part of the ‘Relentless’ series (I say series. It’s more like another multi-part retcon) it’s still xOC. I love her name too much to not have a really short OC fic to get it out of my system.

Disclaimer: Anything to do with Tangle (so. Vince.) isn’t mine, the OC & writing is mine. This is the one occasion where a Lyric is mine!

Premise: In an attempt to solve his girlfriends architectural problems, Vince Kovac recons there’s only one thing he can do...

Words: 2857

Warnings: Swearing NOT Reader Insert

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So come with me and walk for awhile Can I spring you outta here and talk for awhile Gotta know what's the deal with you Mister now I'm really feeling you

If you got a little extra time Then won't you let me have it?

I like how your T-shirt cuts you right And how you melt me deep inside Oh, you're running in a different lane Don't make me chase you, boy, you know I'm game By the way you're rockin' it in them Nike's Won't you let me play on your team tonight We can go one-on-one, you and me That's the way it should be ---

The kitchen work top was cluttered with papers, books and technology. An array of architectural folders and drawings – from simple framework plans to extensive detail – scattered themselves in front of her as she squinted at her Laptop screen again. From easy exercises to the plain absurd, the design project she was currently working on was taking far longer for her to work out in her brain, to commit to paper, than she would like. Which is why she’d turned back to books. Luckily, from the complicated wording, the woman sitting scribbling away knew what they were talking about. Lyric Brennan reached for another book and studied her drawing carefully again skipping a few pages onto the next chapter, lazily she held the book open in one hand and twisted her hair around her pencil in the other – muttering as she did so… “Why would you ask for something so complicated when you already told me to make it simple on our phone call… That’s not simple… Do you have any idea how long this will take for someone to project plan… let alone build…? And they can’t figure that out until I can figure out how to draw it and fit it in here…” Lyric scanned the book, as if it would give her answers she knew it wouldn’t, and began scribbling away again.

Vince Kovac’s footsteps bounced down the stairs as he hummed some tune Lyric had recently heard on the radio – something catchy, it wasn’t his usual music taste, so far as she remembered…. “Morning!!” – The cheerful greeting was only returned with a mumbled, “Yeah…” “Lyric.” She didn’t look up from her book, staring hard at her drawing and then the computer again, eyebrows furrowing. Vince placed his hands on his hips “Oy! Ms.Brennan!” Lyric lifted her head slowly “What.” “Are you not talking this morning, or what?” She indicated to her computer “Like this isn’t giving me enough of a headache.” He scoffed at her jab “What is it?” “Corporate building…” “Oh, they want a little Lyric-al flair do they?” His pun didn’t even raise a smile, so something was up. “Uh huh. But what they are asking for is about as complicated as it gets, and hasn’t been well thought out at all…” “Long project?” “Will be if I need to oversee it.” “It’s… here right?” “Canada.” “CANADA!?!” “Mm hmmm…” Vince looked to all the books and drawings in front of her; including some building manuals he’d given her as a joke. She clearly wasn’t joking though – this was serious. “Oh.” “Yeah.” Lyric sighed “Sometimes I hate having an in industry name.” “Yeah, when they put those plaques up in the building and people walk in and can automatically tell it’s a Lyric Brennan building it’s just the f**king worst.” She gave a small smile “As long as it’s paying the bills… I suppose.” “Heh…” Vince nodded, then skipped around the table, and wrapped his arms around her; “Well, I can tell you’re busy, and I’ll leave you alone then…” “Oh, thanks.” Lyric closed the book in her hands and tossed it to one side. “Well, you’re not going to talk, when you’re doing... Heck – what even is that!?” “At this point. I can’t even tell you…” She leafed through her sheets to another drawing “This is what it should look like. But this is structural… And drawing it on paper structurally is not gonna…” She studied Vince’s face, and thought he had it on point, a builder’s worst nightmare. Essentially a corkscrew of glass and metal that would run in colours from one corner of the building diagonally to the other, and then up into the sky. Exactly the kind of artistic piece someone would want to hire Lyric for, though. “Don’t, whatever you do give them my business card.” “Shit! Should I ask for it back!?” Vince pushed her shoulder gently and brushed his lips to her cheek “When do you think you’ll be done?” “…Oh… I wouldn’t like to put a time to it…” Lyric bit her lips together as his hands ran down her shoulders to her sides and down her body to her thighs. “Vin.” “Aw, c’mon…” “It’ll take even longer if you pull me out of the zone…” “And how long have you been sitting here!?” “Since 5-?” “FIVE!? You left me alone in bed for 3 hours!?” He grabbed her waist, causing her to laugh as he peppered her with kisses “Oh, now I really need to drag you away from this! I deserve your love!!” “Oh really…” She pushed him back with her elbows “Get off! I have a compass and I’m not afraid to use it.” “How often are you going to threaten to stab me with drawing apparatus?” “Get on with your work and we’ll see what you deserve, Kovac.” He bit his lip at that. She always had a certain flair to the way she said his last name. She always had. And he’d always liked it that little bit more when she did. He straightened up, “I don’t have any sites to be on today, all legal paper work…” She gave a shrug and turned back to her computer “As long as you’re doing it.” Vince gave a tsk and rolled his eyes, for a girl who liked trying to break the laws of gravity, she sure loved nearly every other rule in the book. “And by the way, the password on your computer – waaaaaaay too easy. And your pin-number. Even easier.” “WHAT!? LYRIC! W-” There was a teasing grin on her face, even though she wasn’t turned to him to use it, with the way she tossed her white blonde hair over her shoulder. He’d always liked that too, the white bleeding into blue; “I’ve only used it once, come on, I’m not gonna tell anyone.” Lyric’s incredibly neat writing flowed across the page as she made further notes. He stared hard at her “…I’m changing them.” “Good. I like a challenge.” Vince narrowed his eyes; “Just f**king make sure the builder can understand those notes okay.” “Alright Kovac, far be it from me to insult the intelligence of any of your builder buddies.” “HA!” She heard him muttering as his footsteps wandered away, but ten minutes later he came back with a load of washing; Lyric gave him a look with a raised eyebrow, Vince, washing!? She shook her head and continued with her work. “Lyl. Did you wear my shirt to workout in; again!?!” Vince dragged one of his blue T-Shirts from the washing-machine. “Yup.” He sighed “Why??” She gave a smirk; “I like wearing your clothes and nothing much else.” He had to pause his train of thought before he said something he’d regret. For a woman who didn’t want to do anything until she’d finished working, Lyric certainly was going the wrong way about it. Truth was she just liked wearing his shirts to run in; they were way too big for her, but so comfortable. And every so often she’d wear one he’d worn for work earlier in the week – and if he couldn’t run with her that particular that day it was nice to breathe him in instead. Vince got up and came over to the table again, looking at all the stuff that wasn’t architecturally related. A single coffee mug. But nothing else. “Babe, didn’t you even have breakfast!?” “Oh… No…” He could understand why, once Lyric got obsessed over something she couldn’t finish, that became the only thing she could think on until she’d figured it out. He’d watched her in the back room getting frustrated and throwing both screwed up paper and pencils at the wall from time to time. “Do you want me to make you something…!?” She looked up to him slowly; “As long as there’s no banana involved?” “Yeah. Preferably.” “You’re missing out, you know. You should eat one before running. You know they give them out after marathons right?!” “Why do you think I don’t run marathons.” “Sure, it’s all to do with the banana’s…” She leant on her hand for a minute and those blue eyes of hers softened. It was moments like that that he would see those pretty almost violet lines that criss-crossed through them. “…Go on, surprise me.” “You sound like you need comfort food. Pancakes?” “Pancakes…?” She gave an almost childish smile “…Before running?” “Okay. I’ll make ‘em so you can still run on ‘em…” “Why thank you.” “Well, always got your best interests at heart, don’t I?” “I noticed…” She scratched the back of her head with her pencil as she looked back to her drawing “…Thank you…” Vince bent down and kissed her on the cheek gently, his unshaved face scratching against her skin and making her scrunch her face with a slight giggle; “Before I do that though - I’m gonna get ready…!” Lyric eyes widened suddenly as she froze, a smile spreading across her face, she turned quickly in her chair as Vince ascended the stairs, this was important too. “VIN..!!” He stopped and leaned over, “Yes---?” “I love you!!” She always loved that smile; “I love you too!”

Half an hour later Vince appeared again, in what looked like training gear. Lyric frowned but continued drawing, she had her suspicions but she’d have to wait to see if he proved them right. He was an efficient cook she would give him that. And no sooner was she finished with jotting down notes for the next piece of interior design was she receiving another kiss on the cheek as he placed the pancakes in front of her; “High energy, low sugar. You’ll need it, given how far YOU run.” She shook her head after him, daring him to say it again. He didn’t, just grinned. She ate slowly and placed her attention back on her work, rather than he partner. Even as Vince laced his trainers and attached a step-counter to the waistband of his tracks. Lyric was passed again as he collected his phone and zipped that into his pocket too; it was the one thing she always insisted he take. What did make Lyric prick up her ears, though, was the sound of the front door key – “Vince! What are you doing…?” “Going running!!” She opened her mouth in shock, for all his talk about her running he was going to go early-!? “Without me!?” “You’re working…” “I don’t have to be…” His footsteps echoed down the hallway and Vince appeared again, taking one of her hands, “Well come on then…!” For a second it looked like she might drop everything and stand up, but she hesitated and he knew he’d lost her as soon as he’d got her; “NO! Oh God – all this stuff is due next week and I’m really no better off! I’ve got two days before I-!” Vince waved his hands to calm her down; “Well, you need a break!!!” “N-No!! I need to do this – I’m focused!” He tipped his head and pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, clearly less than impressed; “Can you at least give me a straight answer?” She dropped his hand with a shake of her head; it’s because she didn’t really want to say no to spending time with him. But Lyric knew how much work she had to get done. And how long she’d be out running. The times just didn’t collate properly. Vince tsk’d and ran upstairs again. Lyric sighed and looked to the scattered papers in front of her – how badly did she want to be with him? Sure, she wanted to finish this, right now, but right now she was more worried that Vince would leave and not come back. Like it or not, she needed him to bounce ideas off, or for advice. A book couldn’t given her answers it didn’t have written. And certainly couldn’t make her laugh with a snarky attitude. She slammed her laptop and book shut – sticking a paper in as a book mark, she lined her pencils up to the side of the drawing she was finishing, and straightened everything else on the table out neatly. Jumping up from the table and taking the stairs two at a time, Lyric rounded the corner into their bedroom and rooted quickly through her dresser, she found a running shirt and a pair of leggings – throwing them onto the bed. Vince appeared and leaned on the door with a grin; “Ah. I see you’ve changed your mind…!” She opened another draw and ran the hair tie around her wrist; “Yeah... urm… Just let me change… Uhhh… Yeah. Right.” He rolled his eyes in mocking; “Oh, come on. I’m not waiting for you now! You’ve got two minutes I’m counting!!!” Vince started his stop watch, (half as a joke) as Lyric gave him a look, then sprinted to the bathroom to change. Vince raised an eyebrow; “What I can’t watch you change now!?” “F**k you!” “You may when we get back if you like?” At least he heard her laughing as she slipped off her shorts and shirt and replaced them with her running gear. Tying her hair back into a high pony tail; maybe that wasn’t always the best idea, she knew he’d make the same joke about pulling her hair. Aw, let him make it. See how he likes it!

“Right I’m going!!!” Vince laughed knocking on the door as he passed to go downstairs. “HUH!?” Lyric thought hard for a second – no way that was two minutes…! She laced her trainers and flung open the door – scrambling down the stairs as Vince closed the front door, “NO!! VIN!! WAIT UP-!!!” She sighed, frustrated, kicking the door, “Aw. C’MON….” Lyric turned, picking up her own phone and fishing her keys from her work bag, just in case she didn’t catch up. Checking she had everything she needed, Lyric opened the door – closing it firmly behind her, she ran after Vince at almost full tilt, who was jogging gently, he was waiting for her…

She sprinted passed him and turned around; now jogging backwards. He flashed her a smirk; “Was wondering when you’d turn up!!” “Shut up. I was calculating your mistakes. I recon you jumped the gun by at least 12 seconds!!” “Did I?” “No, you know you did!” “Well. C’mon then! We’re doing a round of the block!” She scoffed “You’ll be lucky if you get away with the block. At this rate you’re not even getting away with the running path.” “Oh, don’t make me run all the way to the track and back.” “Ohhh-! Good idea, hope that 12 seconds was worth it.” He let out a groan; “You’ll be the death of me woman.” She laughed; “What a way to go!” Lyric levelled off and jogged next to him, getting as close to him as possible; “Okay, what’s going on...?” “I’m cold…” “Cold, eh?” Vince glanced around, it was autumn sure, but it was hardly cold yet. Plus at the rate she usually ran she’d be hot in no time at all. “What’s wrong with you!?” “What’s so wrong with wanting to be with you…?” That was unnecessarily smooth, Vince frowned for a second “Hm. Nothing, But I feel like if you want to be with me and burn calories we wouldn’t necessarily have to go outside…” She only looked mildly disgusted with him; “I hope you want to end up in the middle of the road with comments like that.” “How are you not used to me by now?” “I am, sometimes I still can’t believe what I’m hearing.” “And yet-!” He turned those smart blue eyes on her and she shook her head; “For some reason I still love you.”

This continued for about half an hour – until they came to the park in the middle of town, by this time Vince was beginning to slow, no such luck that his other half would be doing the same. Lyric was now slaloming through the piles of fallen leaves and jumping every couple of times she did this – turning and changing pace whenever she could. He couldn’t help but smile at her self-training. But she slowed down and turned, now walking backwards. Vince was grateful that now he could slow right down as well, and pretty soon found himself almost on top of her; given she was walking so slow.

Of course, this was Lyrics’s plan, and she placed her arms around him, almost at a standstill she was now being dragged backwards by Vince’s paces forwards. After realising this would only end up with him tripping, or her on the floor, she decided it best to walk again; but this time it was awkward. Luckily Vince wound his arms around her waist before she fell and slowed down his walk even more, they both eventually stopped – and closed the gap between them. Lyric’s hands moving through his hair slowly and his hands caressing the small of her back as she did so. Ah! Now that’s much better!

The autumn leaves fell gently around them as they kissed…

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hulksmashin-bannerpackin · 7 years

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Hearts Mend

Pairing:  Bruce Banner X Reader

Summary: Sequel to Heartbreak! You do have to have read the first one to understand it so here it is:

Heartbreak

It had been a year and a half since Y/N L/N had disappeared, a year and a half since she had left a hole in the heart of the Avengers and a year and a half since Bruce refused to stop looking. Whenever he had free time he was finding new ways to track her down. He scanned the news for any sign of a glimpse of her, he built machines specifically designed to track her energy signature he even resorted to weaving codes into the internet he knew she undoubtongly would see asking her to come back.

Bruce sighed for the umpteenth time as yet again he came up with nothing again. His heart sank as he he heard the alarm signalling there was a mission, that meant he’d more then likely have to end his search for today. He thought about all the times Y/N never gave up on him, all the times she helped calm the other guy and all the times she noticed when he was having a bad day and did whatever she could to make him happy. He couldn’t give up on her, not after all the times she never gave up on him.

He stood and felt the bones pop in his crack as he stretched to his full height. He hoped there wouldn’t be a code green today.

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Bruce sat huddled in the corner of the jet listening to his headphones, he tried to calm down but all he could think about was how he and Y/N had sat down together and designed the playlist after Tony had bought Bruce a brand new iPod and pair of headphones. The other guy was getting harder and harder to come back from and Bruce knew that it was directly his fault, he almost wanted to stay and smash, vent out all his frustrations and stress at the lack of success in finding Y/N.

He clicked his iPod off and pulled off his headphones, there wasn’t much of a point it wasn’t working so he tuned into the conversation.

“You need to treat this more seriously Tony!”

“I am taking it seriously.” Tony said choosing to ignore Steve’s glare. “And I seriously think it doesn’t matter. Their weapons are always flawed in some way or another, we can still take them out.”

“Steve is right Tony. The fact is AIM’s tech has gotten significantly better in the last year and it’ll only mean problems if it keeps improving.” Natasha pointed out as Tony simply rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know Nat, I’m with Tony on this one.” Clint spoke up as he was fiddling with one of his specialty arrow heads. “They send em in and we knock em right out.” He simulated shooting a bow and arrow while making a little whoosh noise.

“I too agree! They haven’t made anything we haven’t been able to take out yet.” Thor smiled triumphantly in agreement.

Natasha rolled her eyes.

Men.

She turned her gaze to Bruce, noticing he was watching their conversation.

“What do you think?” She turned around fully to face the scientist, her eyes slightly softened.

Bruce gave a small shrug, averting his eyes and pretending to be disinterested. He ignored the rest of the conversation.

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One day Tony ended up finding Bruce sitting pathetically on the floor of his lab surrounded by broken equipment. It had all just gotten too much for Bruce, he let go, he hulked out and ended up destroying all the work he put into finding Y/N.

Tony stepped out of his Iron Man armour and grabbed a lab coat draping it over his friend with a sad gaze. “Bruce, I think it’s time to stop looking for Y/N…” Tony said quietly and reluctantly. Bruce didn’t move or speak, opting to continue to stare at the floor for a while before he exhaled and nodded. He supposed the time finally came to give up.

I’m sorry Y/N, I failed you…

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Bruce tried to move on and for the most part it worked. He continued to work and fight and build. He helped Clint design arrows, he had movie nights with Tony and he spent evenings with Natasha. Everything was relatively normal again. Except the dull ache in his heart always remained. The tinge of anger that still flared when he saw internet articles with wild theories about what happened to Y/N, most of which did not put her in a good light.

He just felt incomplete again. He use to feel like this when he was on the run and he had honestly thought the feeling went away because he joined the Avengers, lived comfortably again and had friends now and to be fair most of it was but he lost the feeling of completion when he lost Y/N. It reminded him of the pain he felt whenever he thought about Betty.

How could he be so stupid as to loose two women who had loved him? How could he be so stupid as too continue his relationship with Natasha when he didn’t put his whole heart into it? He had always been close friends with Natasha, they understood each other on a deeper level so they had a stronger connection and he supposed it was because he was so selfish that he didn’t want to loose another important person in his life. It was times like this Bruce remembered what a terrible person he truly was.

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“I don’t think this working out anymore.”

Natasha announced, startling Bruce and causing him to look up from his Starkpad.

“Wha?”

“Us.” She interrupted. “We should break up.”

“Natasha I-”

Once again Bruce was interrupted albeit in a gentle manner as Natasha sat down beside Bruce and held his hand. “I don’t want to loose the close friendship that we have, other then Clint you’re the only person here who understands me.”

She placed a USB in the hand she was holding. “I found her.” Bruce’s eyes widened as he looked almost dumbly at the USB in his hand.

“How?” His voice was quiet as he closed his fingers around the small device.

“There are some things that a computer can’t do that the Black Widow can.” Natasha said proudly.

Bruce pulled Natasha into a tight hug. “Thank you Natasha, you mean so much to me.”

She accepted the hug and allowed herself to enjoy the moment. “And you know I adore you.”

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And so Bruce Banner once again took the roads and traveled alone. The difference was he wasn’t running, he wasn’t heading anywhere without a direction or purpose. Now he had a goal and he was going to bring Y/N back.

It took Bruce awhile to find the little down in Alaska she was hiding herself away in. She was definitely off the grid, it was a wonder how Natasha had found her. He got off the bus he had taken and looked around breathing deeply. The air was so fresh. He smiled as he thought for a moment that maybe if he found her they could stay here together, so he could selfishly keep her to himself but he shook the thought from his head. Their place was home with the Avengers.

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Y/N was sitting at her work bench drawing up designs when she heard her door knock. She narrowed her eyes and cautiously made her way to the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone so she she focused her energy ready to blast whomever the intruder was if they were dangerous. She opened the door and gasped when her eyes met the beautiful brown ones she knew so well. She quickly attempted to slam the door closed but Bruce quickly stuck his foot out, grunting slightly as it stopped the door, he channeled some of Hulk’s strength to force open the door.

Y/N squeaked as she stumbled backwards. She got her footing back and still backed away from Bruce. “How did you find me?” She refused to show how happy she was at seeing him. She scanned him quickly, he looked scruffier then usual, unshaven and he somehow looked more tired then usual and that was saying something as Bruce more often then not looked tired.

Bruce was doing the same as Y/N, eyes taking in her appearance, his hands twitched at his side at how much he wanted to pull her into a hug and never let go. There was so much he wanted to say to her. A thousand possible things words his lips wanted to spill but he could only manage out one small sentence.

“Come home.”

Y/N blinked in surprise before frowning and looking away from the man she longed to see again for over a year. “Bruce, I can’t. You shouldn’t of come.” She said quietly.

“No. You’re lying Y/N. I know you are. You have to come home. The team isn’t the same without you.” Bruce stated stepping closer to her, closing the door behind him.

“I can’t come back Bruce.” Y/N started to tear up and Bruce couldn’t take it anymore. He crossed the small distance between them and pulled her into his arms. Even if Y/N wanted to pull away and fight she couldn’t. Her body moved on its own as her arms wrapped tightly around Bruce’s waist. She inhaled sharply as her head dipped against his neck and she started crying.

“It’s okay.” Bruce placed a hand against her head, holding her in place against him, where she belonged. “I’ve got you now. It’s okay.” Bruce let her cry and held her, trying to remember everything about this moment, take in all the details. He felt the hole in his heart finally start to mend and he knew that she was the reason. “Please come home.”

Y/N finally pulled away, breaking from his grip and wiped her eyes with her palm. “I can’t Bruce. I’m sorry I can’t. Please, leave.” She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t be reunited with Bruce and have that taken away from her by knowing she could never have him. “I can’t go back…” She walked to her work bench, indicating Bruce to follow her as she placed her hand on the large sheet of paper spread across the bench.

“They’d never, accept me back…”

Bruce’s eyes followed her hand. “Y/N…” He knew what the drawings were as soon as he laid eyes on them. “Why?”

“They helped me fix my suit… I was out of control then. I could of killed myself but more importantly I could of killed other people.” She looked at her drawings of weapon designs, when she started running AIM approached her and she had reluctantly agreed to help them build weapons in exchange for a new suit that could channel her energy powers safely. “I always built in defects though, they never noticed. I always made sure they weren’t strong enough to stop you all.” She smiled sadly. “The Avengers would never take me back. You shouldn’t either Bruce. Forget me, go back with Nat and be happy.”

Bruce slowly approached her and once more pulled her into an embrace. “We broke up, we figured we worked better as friends. Besides I got a letter and I found out the one I loved more then anything had actually reciprocated my feelings.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she craned her head to look up at Bruce only to feel his lips pressed against her own. She was frozen. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening. So she shut off her brain and let her heart take charge for once and kissed him back, allowing all the hurt and all the passion to pass through her.

“Come home, if you don’t I’m staying here with you but… Everyone wants you home Y/N.” Bruce said after he pulled away from her lips, keeping his tight hold on her. Y/N smiled shyly as she allowed herself to enjoy the hug, for the first time in years she finally felt… Complete…

“Okay.“

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f-da-program · 7 years

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The Losers and D&D

So after I saw this post about Bill having a D&D poster on his wall I got to thinking what kind of characters the losers would play, so here are my thoughts.

Bill

Bill is obviously the dungeon master. There was no discussion about it, everyone just knew. Aside from his leadership skills, he is the best story teller that any of the losers know, so getting to be in one of his stories is super cool for everyone. And Bill is really great at coming up with stories but also making things up as they go along, so when someone does something unexpected Bill always come up with something else super quickly.

Eddie

Everyone thought Eddie would play something like a cleric, focusing more on healing than fighting. But Eddie actually immediately wanted to be a barbarian. Everyone was surprised, but Eddie just shrugged, “Not like I’m ever going to get to solve my problems in real life by punching stuff, so I’m doing it now.” Richie makes fun of him and asks if he’s going to be a stupid character too. Eddie smirks and tells Bill he wants to be a half-orc. “Not going to overthink anything. I’m just going to punch my problems until they go away.”

Eddie sometimes struggles with his characterization while playing because everyone Richie is making stupid decisions and his first instinct is to stop them, but he takes a deep breath and just goes with it. It’s good practice for trying to get better in real life at just chilling out.

Mike

Mike actually takes the role of cleric. He likes the idea of being able to heal his friends as well as fight with them. He also occasionally likes to make his friends beg him to heal them and not someone else. Bill originally wasn’t going to let the losers make bribes to Mike, but Mike requested to roll for it and got a natural 20. So Bill okay’d all forms of out of game bribery. He plays as a dragon-born (fire power) and is lawful-good. His character is very into doing the right thing. Mike is amazing at staying in character (except when taking bribes, but let a man live).

Richie

Richie is a bard and frankly it wasn’t even up for discussion. Bill asked Richie what he wanted to be and everyone in unison said “Bard.” Richie was just like, “Hell yeah I am.” His favorite spell is vicious mockery, in which he will roast anyone to cause damage. He also plays as a dwarf who got laid off from the mines and is really pissed about it and took up mandolin playing to get by. His dwarf accent is actually pretty good until he starts singing, then things go to shit.

Stan

Stan is an elf because they are beautiful and symmetrical and Stan loves them. When Bill asked him what he wanted his class to be Richie said he was obviously a rouge so he could steal money since he’s Jewish and all. The other losers immediately call him out but Stan just rolls his eyes. “No Richie, I’m not a rogue; I’m a noble. So I was born with money.” The losers laugh their asses off as Richie comments that Stan got off a good one. Stan is probably the most attached to his character, who he worked really hard to make and bought a really cool miniature of.

Beverly

Beverly is a tiefling rogue. When she first announced this Richie called her basic. She revealed that she’d pickpocketed him earlier and was just playing to her strengths. Really no one is surprised because being a cunning, badass thief is right down her ally. Beverly drew her character and everyone got super jealous because she looked so cool. She ended up doing a portrait of all their characters together with a doodle above them of Bill sitting on a cloud controlling their fate. Beverly sometimes draws their fight scenes if she gets super inspired. Also, she designs super rad d&d outfits. Everyone wants to wear the stuff she made for their characters.

Ben

Ben is a human warlock. He loves the idea of being a normal human able to do amazing things. He studies up on so much D&D material guys. Like he special orders D&D books at the library. He is the only one in the group who knows all of his spells and abilities without having to look down at his character sheet. He also knows everyone else’s skills. He’s the person in the middle of a fight who will suggest, “Oh, well don’t use you *such and such ability*.” And everyone is just like, “I have that power?”

In-game Relationships

-If Bill missed a session he would let someone else sit in as Dungeon Master. This led to a couple of sessions where Richie was gunning to kill Eddie’s character. In order to make saving him more realistic Mike had his character fall in love with Eddie’s. Eddie went with it so now they are in a very committed and ridiculous relationship (the intelligence gap is astounding). So it’s like, “AHH! I HURT! Make ouch go away so I hurt back!” and “Yeah, I’m casting a healing spell. You get ‘em babe, that’s my sexy buff half-orc.”

Bill came back to the game and found out this happened because he told everyone to get into character and Mike started nuzzling Eddie’s neck while Eddie screamed, “I LOVE DRAGON MAN!” Bill just looked at Richie, “Y-you pushed him in-into a-a-another m-man’s arms, didn’t y-you?” And then, “I sure did, Billy. I sure did.”

-Bev and Stan are also in a relationship in-game. They always sneak away together and it’s some Aladdin type shit because they’re a noble and a thief. But it’s also tragic because Stan’s character keeps trying to break things off with Beverly’s because she’s a tiefling and not beautiful enough for an elf like himself. But damn it, he just loves her so much and keeps coming back. Bev and Stan’s dramatic romance is hilarious and the two of them definitely plot stuff out of game to do for their next D&D session.

-Ben once jokingly asked Richie’s character if he wanted to get it on since everyone else was. Richie declined, but Bill demanded they roll for seduction. Ben got an 18, Richie got a 5. Their characters did the deed. It ended up becoming a running gag where Ben would ask, Richie would refuse, and then Ben would out roll him. Bill always came up with a story for how the seduction happened, but after awhile it happened so often that he started offering to let the other losers decide how Ben’s character seduced Richie’s this time.

Richie once tried to turn the tables by trying to seduce Ben. He rolled a 1. His character ended up crying and writing a song for Ben’s character on the mandolin. Bill made Richie come up with the song on the spot. It was the only time any of the losers had been glad to hear Richie sing. “How can he turn down an ass so fine! Does this mean he’s doing one that isn’t mine!

Basically these kids have a good time.

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crystalk25 · 7 years

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Legend of Zelda: Breath of The Wild - Link Base WIP

oh boy...OoOohh booy, you knew this was coming. I have had this idea for the last week ever since it came out, and this is only a small portion of it that I finally got outta me. Took me forever to settle on a pose for Link, and I tried to kinda mesh my style with Nintendo's so they didn't clash to much, and I think its lookin good so far, not to mention he's HUUUMAAANNN (I really gotta get over that...thank goddess Hylia for references...ha.)!!! Teehee, he's naked right now, but that's just the base for all the junk and clothes I gotta put on him. :p This is gonna be a huge picture tho lemme tell you...Malachite might have to wait a bit. But it's gonna spoilerific so I guess it's good that it'll take me awhile; give everyone some time to see the meat of the game. This really is a beautiful game though, and I'm not even really a big Zelda fan so this was huge for me. Nintendo finally listened to their fans and gave em what they wanted. So far game of the year in my opinion.

GOD there's so much I wanna draw for this!! This game is just so enriched with amazing designs for everything which is just delectable bait for fan-artists like me! From all the characters and dungeons to the bosses, and don't get me started about the landscapes (which I suck at)!! I'm not gonna spoil much but I've already decided I'm not gonna get it, too busy. So I've been spoiling myself aplenty watching cutscenes and Let's Plays and screaming maniacally at the screen. Don't know if I'll stream this since it's gonna be spoiler bait, so lemme know about that if ya want. But it'll probly be once I finish the layout for the pic. So yup! Now I have to tear myself away and write a boring paper.....yaaayyy.... T-T

#legend of zelda #breath of the wild #legend of zelda breath of the #link #zelda #loz botw #nintendo #art

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Have you cuddled with someone today? Nope.

Can you smell anything right now? My bowl of ramen.

Have you spoken to a relative on the phone today? No, not as of now anyway.

Do you use the toilet paper with the colourful designs on it? No. It’s toilet paper; the design really isn’t important.

Do you wear your hair up or down most often? My hair is always just up in a messy bun because I don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything else with it.

How does alcohol affect you? I was a lightweight, so it didn’t take much or long for it to hit. I feel like it made me really chatty and annoying. Then there was typically the crash where I started to feel sad and lonely.

When was the last time you had a cold or flu? I had a cold last year around this time. About 3 years ago I was hit hard with the flu and bronchitis. It messed me up for months.

What was the first thing you ate today? My late night bowl of ramen at 1AM.

Do you have anything more important you should be doing right now? Nah, I want to be doing my nighttime routine. I look forward to it.

Do you still buy the paper or do you get your news elsewhere? I’ve never bought the newspaper. I get most of my news online or through the news app on my phone, but I catch some of the news on TV here and there.

Have you ever eaten tofu and if so, did you enjoy it? I’ve never tried it. It doesn’t look or sound appealing to me.

Have you worn make-up today? No. I haven’t worn makeup in over 3 years now.

Do you ever get dizzy and nauseous when you’re extremely tired? Yeah, I’ll sometimes feel a little dizzy.

Have you ever tried lemon brownies? No, but I’d be down to try ‘em.

Can you hear anything right now? The ASMR video I’m listening to and my aunt playing some game on her phone.

What was the last type of meat you ate? Chicken.

What colour is your toothpaste? White.

Have you taken any medication today? Yes.

Have you ever been suspended from school? Nope.

Have you ever inhaled helium? No, I’ve always been too afraid to try.

Have you bought something that was on sale today? I haven’t bought anything today as of yet and I don’t plan to.

Are you a fan of Adam Sandler? I don’t not like him. I mean, I like some movies he’s been in, but I wouldn’t call myself a fan of his.

What was the last fruit you ate? Most likely a banana. I’ll admit it’s been quite awhile since I’ve had any fruit, so I don’t know for sure.

Off the top of your head how many aisles are in the supermarket you shop at? *shrug* It’s Walmart, there’s a ton of aisles.

Have you ever watched Parks and Recreation? I’ve seen some episodes here and there.

Have you watched a movie this week? I watched The Invisible Man the other night with my mom and aunt.

How far away is the closest McDonald’s from your house? Like a 5 minute drive.

Have you ever been to a wedding? Yeah, I’ve been to 3.

What is your favourite kind of pasta? *finishing this the next day* Spaghetti and meatballs.

Have you set an alarm today? I set one to make sure I was up when my brother got off work so I could ask him to get Starbucks on his way home.

When was the last time you visited relatives? My aunt has been here visiting and staying with us for the past week.

Have you asked someone for advice today? No.

What was the last website you were on, other than this one? One to pay a bill.

Did you ever play Habbo Hotel? Nope. I’ve never even heard of it.

Do you speak any languages other than English? I only know some Spanish.

Have you ever been to Hawaii? No, but I’d love to someday.

Have you watched more than an hour of TV today? Yes.

What's your best talent? I don’t have any.

Do you know anyone named Nicole? Nope.

Have you ever had a true FML moment? Uh, I’ve had countless FML moments.

Are you considering having children right now? Absolutely not. I don’t want children.

Do you enjoy the darkness? No.

Are you afraid of being single? I’ve been single for almost 10 years, sooo.

Do you have a new boy-/girlfriend every week? ^^^ Also, I’ve only technically had one boyfriend and there were two guys I was talking to/really interested in that I had something going on with, but never actually dated. So, I really don’t have much dating experience at all.

How much memory does your computer have? *shrug* I don’t feel like checking.

Do you play video games? Sometimes. I was playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons regularly for several months, but then I stopped back in like January. I’ve been wanting to play, but just haven’t for whatever reason.

What color are your eyes? Brown.

Is your hair layered? Not as much anymore since I’ve over a year due for a haircut.

What's the closest yellow thing to you? I have Winnie the Pooh on my socks.

Have you ever shot an animal? Nooo.

Do you exercise daily? I don’t exercise at all.

Can you do cool things with your hair? I’ve never been good at styling my hair and always did basic stuff with it like ponytails and buns. Especially now since I have zero energy or motivation to attempt anything else.

Do you have a couch in your house? Yeah, we have 3.

Would you like to have a soda machine in your room? No. I’d love to have a coffee machine in my room, though.

Are you impatient? Very.

Would you pay someone to drive you around everywhere? No, but it’d be neat to have some go get me food or Starbucks whenever I wanted, ha. I don’t need to go, just need someone to get it for me.

Do you think soap operas are too good to be true? Soap operas are suuuper cringe.

Are you conscious of your weight? Yes. I’m underweight and don’t like how my body looks.

Have you ever jumped out of a window? No.

What kind of mood are you usually in? Moody mood.

Do you have a webcam? Yeah, there’s one built into the laptop.

Do you finish other people's sentences? Sometimes.

How many pairs of shoes do you own? Like 5 or 6.

When's your birthday? July 28th.

Do you feel important where you're at right now? I don’t feel like I’m important at all.

Are you short-tempered? I get irritated and frustrated very easily.

Have you ever been homeless? No.

How many online accounts do you have? Countless amount of accounts. I’ve had an online presence since the late 90s, so while there’s a ton of inactive accounts now out there, likely a lot of non-existent ones as well, I’m still counting them.

Do you drive through red lights? I don’t drive, but uh no I would not drive through a red light. I’m not trying to cause an accident or kill/get killed. Please don’t do that.

What sound puts you to sleep? ASMR often helps.

Are you a fast or slow reader? Fast.

Are you a good speller? I think so.

Do you have a TV in your bedroom? Yes.

How long can you go without sleeping? I’ve gone like 36 hours or so before. I couldn’t do that now, though, or anywhere close.

How long can you go without talking? Somedays most of the day depending on if I’m feeling extra moody and sad, or if I’m really sick. Somedays hours. I never go a full day without talking at all, though. There’s just days where I talk more than others.

Do you currently have a job? Nope.

Do you tend to always be in some sort of drama? No. I have my own issues that just involve myself.

Do you collect quarters from every state? No. I remember when I was a kid my parents used to have a quarters map to collect quarters from every state, though. Hm, I wonder what happened to that.

Would you rather sleep all night or sleep all day? My days are mixed up, I sleep all day and stay up all night.

Do you hate getting up early? Well, I’m generally up until like 7AM, sometimes a little later. Once I go to sleep, though, it’s hard for me to get up. That’s why if I have a doctor appointment or something early in the morning then I’ll definitely just stay up until then. Could you see yourself being a bartender? No, I don’t have any interest in that.

Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No.

Are you currently tired? Always. And as if my sleeping schedule wasn’t already a total mess, it’s been even worse this past week having my aunt here. My schedules and routines have been thrown off and for some reason I’ve been having trouble sleeping. Or staying asleep, rather. I’ll fall asleep and then wake up like every couple hours. Or I’ll get up at an early hour and just end up staying up. So, I’ve been sleeping even less than I was before and yeah I’m definitely feeling it.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Water.

Do you like to take walks? No.

Have you ever had deja vu? Yeah, a few times.

Are you a fan of anime? No.

Do you draw a lot? I don’t draw at all.

Do you plan on going to college? I did and graduated back in 2015.

Do you feel at home in your own home? Yes.

Do you pay for your own cell phone bill? No. I’m on a family plan and thankfully my parents and brother are able to pay for it.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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75 for Indruck!! and either nsfw or sfw is chill

I went with SFW! 75 “I’m an insomniac who calls my best friend at 3am except I misdial on my landline and I tell you all about my nightmare before letting you talk and now I’m mortified but you don’t hang up

CW: mentions of pot and of death

Indrid awakens in a panic, flailing and falling onto the floor. This is why he doesn’t have a bedframe; the routine falling hurts less from a half foot of drop.

“Ouch.” He says to the empty room, the white noise machine doing nothing to soothe his nerves. Maybe if he stays very still, the nightmares can’t find him.

No. That’s not how this works. Maybe he should see if anyone is awake. He just needs another voice, to know someone can hear him if he screams for help.

He grabs the nearest phone, which happens to be the landline that came with his little studio, and dials Barclay’s number.

“H’lo?”

“Hello, it’s, ah, it’s Indrid, I, I know it’s late, but I need to talk and you said I could call anytime so I am. I, it, it was the dream again. I’ve been staying up as late as can, not sleeping unless my body just sort of forces me too and I dropped off while drawing and it happened again, the one with the bridge this time, not the one with the car, and I, I fell, like I always do, but this time I, I didn’t, didn’t wake up when, when, when it happened. I’m sorry, just, please, can you talk with me awhile so I can remember I’m here?”

“Uhhhh, sure? But, uh, got a feelin’ you mighta mixed somethin up.”

Indrid’s fairly certain Barclay does not have a southern accent.

“Oh, oh god, I’m sorry, I dialed wrong didn’t I?”

“Guess so? Don’t know any fella named Indrid, and I’m guessin’ you don’t know anyone named Duck, it’s a nickname.”

“No, I don’t” he curls his legs to his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. I was still up, been tryin to beat this level.”

“Why didn’t you hang up?”

“‘Cause you sounded real fuckin scared.”

He was. He still is, his heart a deer still running from long-outrun wolves.

“Are, uh, are you okay now?”

“I will be fine.”

“I mean, I ain’t a therapist or anythin’ like that but, uh, I can try to help somehow.”

“I’m afraid the only thing that may work is continuing to talk with me which, were I in your shoes, I would not want to do. Christ” he shivers, fumbles in the dark for his sweater, “I need a hug.”

“I can do that.”

“We’re on the phone.”

A small laugh, “no kiddin, here I thought we were at a Taco Bell. I was offerin’ to come over or, uh, wait, no, you better come here, think I might still be a little high so I shouldn’t drive.”

“Are you messing with me?”

“Nope. I live at 5547 Williamson, apartment 2B. Ring the buzzer and I’ll let you in.”

This is ridiculous, how does either of them know the other isn’t planning on wearing their skin as pajamas?

“I’ll see you there.”

The walk gives him time to second guess himself, then second guess that second guess, and so on until he reaches the three story building that clearly used to be one, family home. He rings the bell for 2B. No one will come down, Duck is probably asleep, or has realized how dangerous his suggestion is.

“Who is it?” The same drawl from the phone, now through the door.

“Indrid. From the phone.”

“Howdy, Indrid from the phone.” Duck opens the door, looking better than Indrid dared imagine. They’re about the same age, dark hair with fading streaks of blue falls about a round face, a stocky frame looks singularly nice to lay against.

“C’mon up. Tried callin’ you a little while ago to see if you wanted me to order food or somethin, but since you didn’t answer think we’re gonna have to settle for leftover pizza for now.”

“That’s, ah, that’s fine. And that was a landline I called from, hence the lack of response.”

“Jesus” Duck giggles, “you still got one of those?”

“The previous renter left a lot of things behind, and whoever is paying that telephone bill hasn’t stopped so far. Oh, thanks.” He steps through the door Duck holds open, finds a room much like his own; a messy studio full of the elements a single man needs to get by. A tiny T.V is linked up to an XBOX in the corner, and two hanging planters flourish by the windows.

“Still want that hug?” Duck opens his arms.

Indrid nods, stepping into them, his own arms locked by his sides in case Duck doesn’t want to be touched. The shorter man is warm, his arms solid and strong, one holding Indrid’s shoulder blades so the other can run up and down his back.

“You can hug back, I don’t mind.”

Indrid hugs his waist, “This isn’t weird to you?”

“Kinda? I dunno, I give damn good hugs and I don’t like seein’ people scared or hurtin, and you seem to need someone to be a little gentle with you. So, what the fuck, may as well hug you; knew I wasn’t gonna feel right if I hung up without offerin’. Besides, that dream sounded fuckin’ awful.”

“It is, its’ that way every time. So is the other one, and the one after that.” Indrid curls inward, as if he could somehow squeeze his nearly six foot frame to fit snugly under Duck’s chin, “I, they aren’t just dreams, either. I have what you call very bad luck with death. My mother died in a car accident when I was seven, with me in the backseat. My father died in a freak bridge collapse, again with me only barely surviving. Then my best friend drowned when we were swimming.” He shudders, images flooding back, “the dreams make me see it over and over in strange, altered versions, versions where I die, and they say you’re supposed to wake up before you die in a dream but tonight I didn’t, I felt my dream self die and I, I, I woke up so frightened.” he gasps, cringes to find tears slipping from under his glasses.

“Hey, hey it’s okay man, here” Duck sits them down on the bed, Indrid now clinging to him, “don’t worry, ain’t lettin go, you can keep talkin if you need.”

“I get so scared sometimes, like I’m an omen of doom and anyone who comes near me will die. And I know that’s ridiculous because the majority of people who’ve been close to me are still alive, but nights like this I wake up and watch the door and the windows because it feels like death is following me, waiting to grab me, and I’ll die frightened and alone and not be found for days until someone, one of the few who still cares for me, wonders why they haven’t heard from me and, andandand-” it’s sobs now, awkward and painful each time they push out of his chest.

“Shhhhh” Duck pats his hair and Indrid wiggles closer, hoping his whine communicates the desperate hope he’ll do that again, touch him like he matters. What it does is knock them over, bed squishy under them.

“Hush, hush now, ain’t nothin like that gonna happen. No more talk of shadows, partly because I only sobered up like ten minutes ago and talkin about seein the grim reaper in the corner don’t play nice with that.”

‘“I, I’m s-sorry-”

“Hey, hey I was teasin’, tryin’ to see if I could make you laugh at me a little” Duck strokes his cheek with his thumb, voice warm as a summer morning and soothing as moonlight, “besides, even if somethin’ scary did show, you got the ‘hero of Kepler’ to protect you.”

“The, the what of what now?”

“Kepler’s the tiny town I grew up in. Both my folks were real respected and shit, dad was former marines, everyone assumed I was gonna grow up and fight the good fight. Instead I disappointed ‘em all by wantin’ to look after trees all day.” He mutters, looks sad, and Indrid can’t bear the sight and so he mimics him, places a hand on his cheek and pets it gently.

“Trees do far more good, and need far more help nowadays.”

“Thanks, ‘Drid. Oop, sorry, just kinda slipped out.”

“Nono, I like it, I’ve never had a nickname before. Or, ah, never had a good one, that is.”

“Well, you do now, because I like you and I say so.” Duck pets his side, making his sweater ride up and exposing a tattoo.

“Oh shit, that’s so fuckin’ cool.”

“Thank you, I did the design myself. That’s, ahd, that’s what I’m doing in town. I’m apprenticing to be a tattoo artist.”

“So. fuckin. Cool.” Duck draws a finger along the moth design, Indrid squirming a little when he does. It feels nice; unfamiliar, but nice.

“You gotta tell me all about it.”

“Alright” Indrid sniffs and Duck, after flopping to the side of the bed and reaching beneath it, produces a tissue, “as long as you promise to tell me about those” he points to the row of succulents on the far wall.”

“Think I can handle that. Fuck, got cold in here.” He drags a blanket up over them and Indrid purrs at the warmth, snuggling up in his arms as Duck nuzzles his neck, “now, where were we…”

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Indrid wakes up with his glasses smushed to his face, a thick blanket wrapped around him, and the smell of coffee tickling his nose. He yawns, sits up and gets his bearings well enough to not be startled when Duck speaks.

“Mornin, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning.”

“Didn’t seem like you had more nightmares last night.” Duck pours two mugs of coffee.

“I didn’t. Your, ah, your presence helped immensely.”

“Maybe my true callin’ is a teddy bear, good for snugglin and keepin monsters away.”

“Perhaps.” He pads over to the little kitchen to join him. Takes the sugar when offered and dumps a large amount into his cup.

“Hey, uh, this may be way off base, but, uh, I, uh, I feel like we really kinda clicked. Even accountin for the weird circumstances and the heightened emotions and shit. I coulda talked with you for days, and honestly the reason I kept holding you after that firs hug was because I felt so fuckin comfortable with you. Like you fit.”

“I felt the same.” Indrid stirs his coffee, unsure of how to ask for what he wants.

“If, uh, if you ain’t busy tonight, do you wanna go out? With me?”

“On a date?”

Duck suppresses a smile as he nods.

“I’d like that so much.”

“Hell yeah.’ Duck hugs him and this time he hugs back instantly, giggling when the shorter man kisses his cheek and whispers, “and if you feel like it, happy to be your teddy bear tomorrow night, too.”

#indruck #meet ugly #indrid cold/duck newton #prompt fills

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