#my first time drawing rose normally lol
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#pvz#plants vs zombies#pvz gw#pvz gw2#pvz fanart#rose pvz#my first time drawing rose normally lol#sunflower pvz#cactus pvz#digital art#art#pastelcl0udy
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thing is.
the doctor in series 3 is a lot more complex people give him credit for.
when he gets mad at martha at the end of 'smith and jones' it's not because he's offended at her flirting, annoyed at her insinuations, 'how dare she'. no. he's mad because she sussed him out, right down to the blue suit.
in 'smith and jones' the doctor has a clean slate, he has reinvented himself. and this version has no baggage.
this doctor hasn't got a brown suit it's blue, this doctor is flirtaious, romantic, even does the 'honourable' thing of making sure she knows the kiss he will give her means nothing. she won't get attatched that way when he sacrifices himself to draw out the plasmavore.
but this doctor is also a bit callous, he's excited by the thrill and danger, dimissing very real distress from people around him in favour for the facts. he only pulls himself back upon his conversation with martha.
in fact, it's no coincidence the kiss happens after martha commemorates the dead, her old mentor.
the problem is however, martha is too clever, too observant, too confident to completely be won over by this entirely. when he tells her he is the doctor, just the doctor, at first she refuses to call him by this. he has to earn it. sonic screwdriver? lol, got an electric spanner too? she asks if he has help because surely he didn't come to this hospital because he thought something was wrong on his own?
that's why he says stuff like this. he's like why are you poking holes in the illusion. i'm *this* person now, don't take me back to my reality.
but he's not quite done. they both could have died on the moon but she saves his life so, he gets another chance. incomes the reinvented doctor part two. [you can argue the doctor always knew they would make it because martha told him she saw him in a moment that had happened for her but not yet for him.]
so part 2 commences but he's turning it all the way up because he wants her as his companion.
so he's smooth talking her, but even then she's still not letting him get one over on her. "not pompous at all." so better turn it up some more, and he time travels, a 'cheap trick' to impress her more.
until his newly formed version of himself gets a hole poked in once again after martha inadvertantly makes him remember rose. and he clams up, decides it will only be one trip in a pretty aloof, defensive and abrupt way. shuts down any path that could lead to something more, testing to see if she can do the same - "i only go for humans" - she can and away we go. he's racing about the tardis back to semi-normal and they are off.
it's why he's so having mood swings all throughout 'the shakespeare code,' flip flopping between annoyance and dismissal at her questions, she's ruining how it was supposed to go in his head. she wasn't supposed to ask *this* many questions, she was just supposed to be impressed. but she went and reminded me of rose so this can't work now, it's gonna be one trip. but then flipping back to this need to impress and to just fall back into step to how they were, running around and having an adventure. how he's supposed to be.
and he decides i don't want this to end. im extending the trip. but yet again martha pokes another hole - his home. but the doctor holds onto the pretense for as long as he can. he doesn't just say "we can't go to my home and please don't ask me why because it's painful." he just lies. and this pretense now takes on a new form, because it directly references rose with choosing new earth. see, he starts by reminiscing on gallifrey when he describes it to her then chooses someone else to reminisce on. rose. all with little regard to how martha would feel about being used in this way. but unfortunately for the doctor, this takes a dramatic change for the worse as taking martha here directly leads to her abduction.
now, despite martha's olive branch after the death of the face of boe, the doctor still doesn't tell her the truth. until she sits down, and really hones in on his lies and the people of new new york began to sing for the dead. and the doctor looks at martha, the human, listening to the humans commeorate the dead. and tells her the truth. that he lied because he liked it. because he could pretend. pretend that his reality was not true. he was not the last timelord.
intriguingly enough, by the time we get to the lazarus experiment, the doctor seems determined to play out how the story was supposed to go. yet again disregarding martha's feelings. find a new companion. travel for a bit, then bring her home safe and sound. and not one year later. no ties, a nice thanks then goodbye. no heartbreak, no tears. but he comes back. because he doesn't want it to end yet, offers her another trip. and here goes martha again. telling him he needs to be clear in what he wants right now. he's not someone who can just breeze in and out of her life without a second thought. is she his companion or is she a passenger?
and the pretense is over. mostly anyway, and the doctor is at his mlst vulnerable due to the circumstances of '42' and by its end, it's like a refreshed smith and jones.
but now he doesn't feel the need to lie, he's not fully there yet. but he's more comfortable, he doesn't need to pretend.
perhaps too comfortable.
#doctor who#martha jones#tenth doctor#10th doctor#tenmartha#smith and jones#the shakespeare code#meta#the lazarus experiment#42#human nature#the family of blood#blink#utopia#the sound of drums#last of the timelords
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As soon I saw that u writ for the crescent city boys u became my new favorite person lol can I request a head canon or blurb of a night in with Ruhn just something like fluffy
A Night In
(Ruhn Danaan x Reader)
warnings: SLIGHTLY suggestive at the end, but mostly fluff.
a/n: I love you for this anon lolol. I’m a Ruhn girlie too, so enjoy :)
You grumbled in annoyance at the loss of your boyfriend’s familiar presence. He only grinned in response, planting a quick kiss to your forehead as he rose from the couch.
“Where are you going?” you asked Ruhn, an obvious pout in your voice.
“Bathroom,” he replied, kissing you once again in apology before making his way down the hall.
You sighed, pulling the covers over yourself. “Don’t take too long.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess,” he called out from the bathroom.
You scrolled through your phone as you waited for him to return. You wouldn’t consider yourself clingy, but Ruhn had been so busy lately that moments like this were becoming less common. He finally had a night free of responsibilities, and you knew exactly how you wanted to spend it: cuddling, and enjoying each other’s company. For the first few hours, at least.
As Ruhn returned to the living room, you took in his form: the black t-shirt, the gray sweatpants, his long hair that is somehow shinier than yours.
“Enjoying the view?” Ruhn’s voice snapped you from your train of thought.
You smiled, and reached for him to join you on the couch again. “I’d like to enjoy it up close.”
Ruhn obliged you immediately, reassuming his position underneath you, with your head against his chest.
You reveled in his warmth, placing a soft kiss to his jaw. He hummed contentedly in response, and began drawing slow, comforting circles on your lower back.
You relaxed further into Ruhn, tracing your hand along his free arm, along his tattoos that you’d memorized like the back of your hand.
“I’ve missed this,” you mumbled to him.
Ruhn kissed the top of your head. “Me too.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but were instead interrupted by the sound of Ruhn’s phone buzzing on the table. He groaned, and reached over you to grab it.
“Don’t answer it,” you said, almost whining.
“It’s Flynn, y/n. He might need something.”
You huffed. “But I need you.”
Ruhn sighed, before sitting up a bit. “Two minutes, and then I’m all yours.” He answered his phone, and quickly recounted today’s Aux meeting with Flynn.
Normally, you’d be more than happy to let him take his time, but tonight, you were short on patience.
You leaned against Ruhn, peppering gentle kisses to his jaw, before slowly moving down his neck, smiling to yourself as his breath hitched at the sensation.
Ruhn half-heartedly glared at you, but it faded as your lips began to move even lower. He quickly ended the phone call with his friend, turning his full attention to you. “You couldn’t wait two minutes?”
“Are you complaining?” you asked, your lips still attached to his skin.
Ruhn pulled you away from his neck, before pressing his lips to yours for a few moments. “You’re going to be complaining when you can’t walk in the morning.”
Ruhn smiled from ear to ear at the blush that creeped onto your face at his declaration. He kissed you again, and carefully laid you back on the couch. You were in for a long, long night.
#ruhn danaan#ruhn x reader#ruhn danaan x reader#crescent city#blurbs#tristan flynn#prince ruhn#fluff#imagine
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request: Musician Reader who has a concert in some soon time (maybe in a month or even could be less than a month)
And is stressed about it because not only the concert is coming near and it feels like every practice time, something would go wrong (maybe keep messing up part of the piece or feels like they dont have enough time?) Especially since the concert is the reader's and (insert turtle's) anniversary and didnt want to mess things up (also to make it more special reader composed a song for the anniv!) But at the end reader managed and played it in the concert as (insert turtle) watch them play the song! (Ofc hidden because ya know.. mutant whole situation lol)
🝮 “ mikey & the rose burns ”
rise!mikey x rockstar!g/n
author’s note: i totally wasn’t listening to “pov: you’re at a concert” YouTube playlists, just in case you were wondering? while i was editing the format to post this, the font size suddenly became large asf so i hope this posts normal 💀 (help me)
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As your hands fiddled with your guitar’s tuning heads, the nervous buzz coursing through your very soul could hardly be brushed aside. There was a performance quickly approaching, and the stakes were higher than ever. It was your first gig in a much bigger stage, which meant this was going to pull an even bigger audience than any shoddy underground basement bar could ever draw in.
Not only that, but this concert had sunk its teeth straight into you and your boyfriend’s anniversary date.
So, to say that you were a tad bit stressed by the heat set for this show? Well, now that would be a gross under-statement.
“ Damn it, try it again, Y/N, you missed your cue, scatterbrain! “
“ Ah, sorry Missy. “
You winced at your drummist’s outburst, tuning back into the present training session. There was only a few weeks left until this performance, and you needed to get it squared away. Missy huffed, ticking away on the drums as she cocked her head towards the band’s bassist, Jonah. You three were a ragtag crew, brought together by your producer after he felt you all would sound better together, rather than separate.
Fortunately for them, your vocals and lyricism skills were top notch, and being a lead guitarist who could sing? Well, that was just the common assumption, so it’s a good thing you nail both tasks, right?
Or well, you did. Until these mock sessions.
Each practice brought with it a set of problems, be it the strings of Jonah’s bass snapping last week, or Missy’s drumming being off key the first week, something had gone wrong. Now it was your turn, with poor timing and absentminded moments, it couldn’t have been a worse cocktail of trouble to give you cold feet.
“ Hey guys, I brought—whoa! You guys look horrible! Break time? “
The best part of it all was your adoring boyfriend dropping in on practice for whatever reasons he had in mind. Jonah and Missy were down-to-earth enough that Mikey’s… “ appearance ” was just another Tuesday to them, especially when he brought his amazing home cooked meals by.
“ Whoa Mikey, is that a pork risotto!? Haven’t you been spending months to perfect this? ”
Jonah collapsed at the table, inhaling the delicious aroma deeply as Missy sat just as roughly, practically salivating.
“ Jeez, Y/N, I’m so jealous that you get to experience culinary genius whenever you want! ”
“ What? No way, he’s my boyfriend, not my chef. I cook for myself a lot! “
Puffing out your chest, you feigned a playful air of “ insulted beyond belief!” and happily dug in to the bowl Mikey placed in front of you. He placed a kiss on your forehead before turning his gaze to everyone’s instruments.
“ Is practice running any smoother, guys? ”
He asked, jumping back a bit as he turned around to see everyone’s dulled spirits.
“ Ah man, Mikey, it’s… Well, it’s going, I guess. “
You sighed out, chomping a bite of the more-than-delightful array expanding out in your mouth. Flavors bounded across your tongue in an all-too-inspiring fashion. This happened to be just the light to ignite in your chest to get through this practice.
The night carried on with higher spirits, as it started to finally turn up. Mikey lingered, taking on the role of “ Personal Hype Man ”, which served to be just the buzz you all needed to wipe away some of the stress of the night.
Although, there was one song you all were keeping hidden from Mikey. It was going to be the “ bang! ” of the concert, a group-written song filled with everyone’s emotions. Consider it a thank-you letter, addressed to Mikey personally—with a teensy love letter tucked in, a solo verse written by your heart alone. Since the performance clouded any chance of a sweet anniversary date, your bandmates got the bright idea to make the concert the date! And they both had more than enough thanks to give to your boyfriend to begin with.
I mean, he boosted morale so much more than y’all’s shifty producer, from his warm meals to the refreshments all the way up to the hype man parts. If it weren’t for him, there may have been a longer road of fear and stress leading up to this gig.
So, you all grit your teeth and powered through mistakes, each trying to make your next practice better than the last. Each replay of the lyrics, strings, and the music left the band invigorated, hardly able to sleep at night, and much too excited for the upcoming night.
With all that preparation, the only thing buzzing through each of y’all as the room stirred with anticipation was straight, pure, and raw confidence.
“ Thank you for coming tonight—let me hear y’all give a great big yell for the Rose Burns! “
You leaned back from the mic, grinning wildly as your eyes cascaded across the sea of fans screaming out for y’all to play. One deep breath later and you all set off, playing through song to song. Under the stage lights, beads of sweat rolled down your head, but there wasn’t a care in the world as you all carried each lyric and note through with perfection. The fear chilling each practice was no where to be seen, and no mistakes sunk their teeth into any verse.
Heavy boots stomped to the beats, both on stage and from the fans before you. Lyrics slid from you and your mates’ lips like venom, bitter yet irresistible, and the music was enough to make even the shyest listener hear tonight jump and scream.
Cries from the crowd—some singing along, others cheering and dancing—pumped the band even further. As everything snowballed even bigger, your eyes finally landed upon the one you loved the most, up along the ceiling, perched along the building’s iron beams. Mikey could be seen bouncing along to each song as if he himself had written them. As a fan from one of your first solo gigs, you may have been insulted if he didn’t know every word. Well, to all but one of your songs. This one was a surprise.
“ This next song will be the last for the night, and is dedicated to a special someone in the crowd today. ”
You winked, watching the audience exchange glances as if looking for the special someone they’d never find. Pick in hand, you shook off the nervous jitters, exchanged glances with your mates, and yelled out a big “ let’s go ! “
Music filled the room, vibrating the floors, chairs, reverberating through the soles of the moving crowd. Not a single person was still nor quiet, as the room filled with the experience of loud, shared energy. This was an experience to go down in your memory, and you hoped that it would become a song that Mikey put on repeat.
Energy surged through the song, enlivening the room as Mikey regularly did. Notes bounding around the area’s walls with the very same fire he did everything with. Warmth filled the room, embodying those delicious moments at the table, and the crescendos of the music had everyone on their tippy-toes as it spilled into your solo.
Your voice wavered, standing strong as it was left to its self. Jonah and Missy’s instruments paled in the presence of your words, all spearing Mikey perfectly through the heart. Its message blanketed the audience, yet lovingly suffocated its receiver, straight until the last note. The words roared and filled the air, captivating with a tinge of longing that pushed you further.
The song’s end was one so impactful and subtle that the cheers and applause skipped for a second until roars bombarded the stage. Everyone poured their soul into tonight, and the energy of the crowd was evidence enough of its success.
“ Good night, New York! ”
All three of y’all beamed into your mics, laughing at some of the random remarks thrown from the audience. As the curtains drew, you caught sight of an orange blur that surely would meet you backstage.
First to the back, you were met by affectionate hands scooping you up into a tight embrace. Your back met the wall, and without warning your boyfriend’s lips met yours.
“ You were—that was, amazing! ”
Out of breath, Mikey’s hands cupped your cheeks roughly as he placed more and more kisses on your face and lips, up until you were both unraveling with laughter.
“ Hey, hey, lovebirds, leave that for your backstage rooms! ”
Missy and Jonah teased, dragging you both away with cacophonous laughter. Tonight had been a hit, and the future would only prove to bring even more packed nights.
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Would the RO's play DnD? If so, which classes, races, type of characters would they make? Who would want to be DM? And would they be good at it?
Let's assume the scenario is the RO's and MC had become a friend group again, and decided to play the game.
As for me, and probably my MC (I'm not entirely sure if this would stay that way, as it could change depending on how MC is written), I would create a paladin. Maybe an elf or a half elf (not sure if that's reasonable meta wise, but eh). I would probably begin serious, but would quickly end up falling into ridiculous debauchery (while also trying to keep my paladin within the limits of his oath, lol).
while I think in my heart that R and Cam probably wouldn't want to play the game, especially at first, they're getting dragged into this ask because I think it's fun.
Cameron would probably play as a barbarian dragonborn for their first character. Because they 5hink that the rage mechanic is cool and so are dragonborns. As for how they would play, they aren't the best actor, so for the most part they would be playing a character very similar to themselves, but they would do their best to play along and would eventually learn to enjoy it. (Later on they would learn about artificers & clerics and have an absolute ball)
Ollie is fully on the magic user train. They would probably take on the spellcasting classes especially in earlier campaigns/one shots where the others are still getting the hang of things. The kind of characters they would play vary a lot, since DnD gives them a chance to act and have fun outside of how they normally present themselves. (In the first campaign with the whole group though they're playing a dwarven warlock)
Rose/Rory would probably start off as that person at the table who doesn't care and is just stacking dice the whole time, but then they would get really into it and start actually playing for real, and dressing up for their character. As for what they would play, they would play as a elf cleric, then immediately switch to a martial class.
Terra would probably want to play as a half-elf ranger, but would really enjoy being the DM and getting to build a story for everybody to play. She's always been into performing and storytelling, and DnD is right up her alley. She would always make wings and snacks before every session, and would lure everybody else in to play with promises of food, before drawing them in and getting everybody actually invested in the plot.
#okay so#I love this question a lot#partially because I am a D&D player (forever DM) and partially because 2 of the ROs started as NPCs in an old campaign I had#character asks#star answers
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EHUEHEUEHEHE surprise us w any of ur ocs B) SENDING MUCH LOVE UR WAYYY <333
WAHHHH TYTYTYTYYYY TYSM <3333
ALSO ANY OC? BET LOL HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"The Marvelous Mandisa" - Mandisa Sephtis:
FIRST IDEAS:
I wanted to do a Sphinx character for Lackadaisy! But oh my GOD she was so HARD TO DRAW. So WRINKLY. Nonetheless she's one of my favorite designs!
Her suit color palette is faded green and light brown, something subtle and not too flashy. She also has a rose regalia pinned on her jacket lapel.
Heeled boots heeled boots heeled boots heeled boots---
I didn't have much of a process, but she originally had a cane. Didn't like that idea, it made her too...showman-y, and don't get me wrong! I enjoy showmen, but it wasn't the vibe for her.
^This beautiful baby was my main inspiration for her design. I love Sphinxes <3333
I originally wanted to make her have two normal eyes and normal ears, but I gave her a glass eye---mainly for trying to figure out what I wanted to do/something new to try out!
I wanted to make her like...fifty years old, but she's in her thirties now lol plus she has three kids!
I wanted to make her of Persian-Egyptian descent, too!
Her voice claim would be Emily Blunt! Specifically Tempest Shadow from MLP lololol
FACTS/HEADCANONS:
She has three kids! Malachi, Cassandra, and Aziraphale. I honestly just picked names off the top of my head. Though Aziraphale was DEFINITELY because of Good Omens, and how I am not okay after that ending honestly, STILL NOT.
She is divorced: her husband Lorenzo was not kind to her as the years went on. Hence why she has a glass eye and scratches on her right eye. Her youngest son Aziraphale left with Lorenzo, Cassandra and Malachi staying behind with Mandisa.
Mandisa plays the violin: she used to perform with her second oldest, Cassandra, and her last show was in 1922, a month before Lorenzo left Mandisa.
She lives in the same apartment complex as Lacrimosa! Mandisa is also a hired assassin for Lacrimosa, working in the Rose Brigade
Her former occupation was a violinist and performer! Hence why she was called "The Marvelous Mandisa".
She loooooves making koshary for Malachi and Cassandra.
Koshary is an Egyptian dish (down below), and it consists of rice, lentils, macaroni, Vermicelli, tomato sauce, vegetable oil, onions, cumin, and coriander!
Her first name means "sweet" in Egyptian and African descent, and her last name means "eternal death", from Persian descent.
She is most likely to be redeemed.
She is bisexual! <3
ROLE/PURPOSE/OTHER STUFF:
Left hand woman to Lacrimosa! Though she kind of hates her guts most of the time...
She has a lover named James Monroe, a Maine Coon, and he is the SWEETEST THING to her.
She knows how to get her job done, quickly and painlessly, and she is a no-nonsense type of woman. She will NOT stand for lies or cheaters.
She doesn't play her violin much anymore...if anything, she plays it for Malachi and Cassandra. Other than that, she does not bring it out to the public: she fears for her already shattered reputation.
Her song if it were 2023 would be Don't Make Me by Malinda!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS WAS A BIT SHORTER THAN I HOPED, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!! <3333
#Below The Surface - Lacka-Fic#original post#ask#thanks for the ask! <3#mandisa sephtis#lackadaisy#lackadaisy mandisa#lackadaisy ocs#<3#i love mandisa#she deserves all the love#<333
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Hey there, wanted to leave a prompt or two in hopes of giving you some inspiration (multiple prompts so you can choose whichever you like best, if any): Shelter, Unbroken promises we made so long ago (from "Close in the Distance"), Fernweh (a word from my mother tongue that has no real English translation, the closest being wanderlust, but it is more about being somewhere far away rather than about travelling itself)
Hi, thank you so much for sending this. I know it's been forever, but I was thinking hard about this lol. I wanted to go with Fernweh. You gave a good explanation to go off of, but as I'm not sure what language your mother tongue is! So I kind of went with vibes, as I was working on this. I started very closely to wanderlust, but transitioned to a theme of being away from home in a sense. I say this to say, that I may have deviated from what 'Fernweh' actually means, and if I did, I did not mean any disrespect towards the word, but it was an incredible inspiration for this little fic. it's a little sad, but i had fun writing it.
This is still a first draft so I'm not gonna post to ao3 until I have time to look over it, but I wanted to share here. This has spoilers for endwalker towards the end, so beware!
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Elidibus had suggested that Naru take some time away from her typical surroundings. Of which at the time mostly consisted of short trips back to her friend’s bar in Ul’dah and wherever the Scions were currently handling their business. She seemed ragged lately, running back and forth in efforts of things he wasn’t paying too much mind to for the moment–none of them currently posed any threat to himself. But to her, perhaps they did.
Thus, out of a concern for her wellbeing he had suggested that she get away from it all for at least a day. But she had responded with confusion. “Where else would I even go?” It seems in her rush to be a hero she has forgotten the part of her that clearly enjoys traveling, the part of her that left her home long ago.
And this leaves him wondering about his own nature. Is he a person who, under better circumstances, would be afflicted with the wanderlust he sees so many sundered fall ill to? The entirety of the Star’s geography is at his fingertips, but he’d be lying to say he had explored every nook and cranny of the places he has been. Usually Elidibus is a shadow on the wall drinking in words not meant for his ears, whispering words of his own to those gullible hearts ready to accept his guidance.
And in such cases, it is not often he stops to smell the roses. The only occasions of which he can recall anything particular about his environment are usually those in which he is accompanying Naru. Her uncanny ability to make him forget his reason for being in the first place allows him to experience more than he normally might. Senses he didn’t realize were stifled are revived with new vigor; the world opens like an evening primrose blessed with moonlight.
It is for this reason, he assumes, that his fractured and fragmented mind can still hold on to particular details about places he has been with her. He recalls the offensive smell of gaudy perfumes and body odor mixing in the air of the ball he originally revealed himself to her at. He remembers the stars that gazed back at them when they moved out to the balcony. There were a few broken bricks on the wall behind them.
He’s begun to keep in mind the details of certain places in Ul’dah she had taken him around to. He’s not particularly a fan of going out in public with her, it often necessitates a change of clothes. But she had wanted to share these things with him. He recalls the grit of sand between his fingers, the voices of calling merchants annoying him, and the chill of night drawing goosebumps from his skin.
Yes, he can recall these things, and in some way he wonders if they are in part a symptom of some kind of ‘wanderlust,’ but he quickly comes to the conclusion it is not the same. These experiences were cultivated by her, and her alone. His enjoyment hinged on that–otherwise it would have all likely seemed boring and unnecessary. The only things that create a hunger for those sights is the idea of getting to experience them with her.
None of this is of any consequence; He still believes she should take time away. Regardless of how wanderlust may or may not affect him, she is clearly better off when she is not staying in one place–or at least, not frequenting the same places over and over consistently.
However, selecting a location is not easy. She has traveled far and wide and thinking of all the places that might suit her makes it more confusing. What about somewhere with an ocean? No, she spends enough time near the oceans. What about the mountains? She may find them less interesting than another choice. Somewhere public? Too troublesome. He rattles his mind in search of somewhere they can go to be together.
He even goes so far as to visit some locations to vet their usefulness to his cause. He tries to consider things that she’s never seen. She has yet to see the icy plains of Garlemald…But that is not so interesting. There are places in Corvos she has likely yet to have traveled to, but he cannot settle on any one particular area.. He wonders about Thavnair. Though she has never been there, he imagines the atmosphere might be exciting for her. Radz-at-han is certainly too busy for him, but just outside the city may be a pleasant enough change of environment for her.
Just outside the city he finds a beautiful expanse of nature. He assumes it’s quite invigorating to see, assumes it’s gorgeous beauty would enrapture the majority of mortals who had yet to lay eyes on it. Vibrantly colored plants and trees shelter a host of creatures native to the area, not like many Naru would have seen yet. He takes a short walk and passes through open grassland and dense jungle alike. His survey of the area is fruitful enough for his purposes, but something gnaws at the back of his mind.
Without her here, this feels pointless.
He understands he is here with the express purpose of bringing her here later, but he is suddenly overwhelmed with the dread of knowing that none of this excites him.
He couldn’t be bothered to look at the scenery, aside from wondering whether it will please her.
To wander, to travel… To see new things, are these truly things that he could have enjoyed at one point? He reaches far back into his memory to claw at anything that might have resembled a version of him who would have liked this, but he comes up empty handed. If he had ever existed in such a way, he was far too twisted to recognize it.
He feels an enormous amount of nothing.
There is an emptiness in his chest; the absence somehow feels heavy.
His stomach nearly flips as the feeling inside becomes more and more clear, his mood curdles like milk in a disgusting manner.
He feels far away from something important. He feels like a child lost in a building, searching effortlessly for his parents in a crowd. For a second he questions where he is before he suddenly recalls and the process starts all over again. Emptiness grows and ebbs in his body until he feels lost, recalls his place both in time and in space, recalls his purpose. Repeat.
He stares out over what should be gorgeous–out over beautiful Thavnair.
He has not felt ‘wanderlust’ since the days he walked this earth as Themis somebody else, whom he cannot remember.
He is incapable of such feeling, all he wants is to return home.
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Hero Work Is Hard, Dating Is Harder
JBM x Reader :) enjoy :)
Using dating apps wasn't a new experience for you, nor a new part of your daily routine. It was a while ago when you realised you were getting lonely and wanted to try and find someone to bring into your life, and had downloaded a couple of apps to see which ones fit your style, and after a bit more time only one made the cut.
It had a simple user interface and perfectly customisable profiles, and most of it could be used for free, so you kept it. You made a couple of connections and met a couple of weirdos, but most everything had fallen through and you stopped using it for a while.
But now you were redownloading it and were ready for a fresh start and new people, and that's where and when you meet…
Jackie Boyman.
The profile was normal enough. Not too much information to process, mostly just the basics, and a few cute pictures of the man.
He had slightly long on top, curly brown hair with faded green ends. It fell in his eyes just so, just barely touching the top edge of his grey ombré glasses. A red turtleneck covered the bottom half of his face in the first picture, whereas in the others it was pulled down to reveal a thin, dark beard and moustache.
His eyes were a golden honey colour and he was making silly faces between the pictures.
The writing on the profile said he was 26 and was good with doing basically anything for a date. He talked about some of his hobbies (parkour and drawing as a combination seemed… interesting) and his job as a computer technician.
And best of all he lived nearby according to his location. Overall, he looked perfect.
You sent him a quick wave and upon realising you matched, sent a hello message and decided to get ready for the night.
You’d been planning to go to a local pub for no particular reason other than it was something to do and tonight was the night. Even if you didn’t drink anything, the atmosphere was always nice and you hadn’t been in a while.
As you slipped your top over your head about 20 minutes later (following a nice, warm shower) you heard a ding come from your phone and picked it up to a message from Jackie. A smile slipped onto your face.
7:48 pm
You > Jackie: Good eve sir :)
8:25 pm
Jackie > You: Oh, hello! I’m happy to see we matched; what drew you to the button?
You > Jackie: Good question you’ve got there, I’m really not sure! Your job and hobbies both seem interesting, I suppose! What about me?
Jackie > You: I’m not sure this makes sense but your vibes? I came across your profile some time ago and went, “Woah, you seem cool.”
Jackie > You: Haven’t stopped thinking about you since, even though it looked like you were inactive. Thought I’d lost my chance lol
Heat rose into your face and you had to put your phone down to finish getting dressed until you got outside and pulled it back out.
The air was almost cool enough for gloves so you had a pair in your pocket, but otherwise were just wearing a warm jacket over your normal clothes with no extra layers.
A new text from Jackie lit up your screen through the darkness.
Jackie > You: If it’s not too early (or late), would you want to meet tonight, maybe?
You > Jackie: I’m already on my way to a nearby pub for a couple of drinks, I’ll give you the address and you can meet me there :)
Shit, you’d only just started talking and didn’t even have proof he was the man he said he was. What if it was too good to be true? Were you really ready to meet him already? You’d already sent the message-
Jackie > You: Sure, I’ll give you my number so we can video call. Hang on, I’ve got to find where I’ve written it down…
A laugh escaped you as you walked down the street. So that problem was settled. He sent his phone number less than a minute later and you breathed out a cold breath as you clicked it to call him.
His face popped up another few seconds later, lit up from directly in front of him until he backed away from the camera and did a spin.
“Well? Like what you see?” He posed and laughed at the same time you did. “Sorry, that was cringy.”
“Just a little,” you continued laughing. He was cute so far. He was only wearing a red cropped tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans. His hips were curvy but the jeans sat nicely on them and his stomach and waist weren’t too small, probably from his parkour hobby. “What’s with the tank top? Kind of cold, isn’t it?”
Jackie tilted his head and looked down at himself. “Oh, this? It’s called a binder. I’ll explain more when we meet, it’d be a ton easier! I have a shirt to wear over it, though, don’t worry!”
You nodded and breathed out a puff of air. “All right, so I’m going to Randy’s, I’m not sure if you know it but I can help if you get lost now.”
His face lit up. “Oh, I know Randy’s. He and I are old friends, and it’s right near my place, too!” He smiled and leaned out of frame to grab something, coming back with a big, white sweatshirt in his hands that he easily put over his head. He combed his hair out with his fingers and put his glasses on. “Cool, meet you there in, like, 10 minutes?”
“It’s a date," you told him as you walked into the pub.
=some time later=
You were just finishing your first drink when the door to the pub opened. The place had been quiet thus far with only a few older couples sitting around for middle-of-the-week dates (how cute!) so you immediately turned around to see who had come in.
Jackie had hung up the call a couple of minutes after you arrived so he could “get there quicker”—his words—and now here he was, standing just a bit away from you.
He looked around and caught your eye, smiling widely and approaching, seemingly out of breath.
"Hey! Wow, what luck that we live so close to one another, huh?" You introduced yourself and motioned for him to sit across from you, sliding him the drink you'd surprise ordered for him.
"I'm actually just visiting right now, but I think I might stay longer! I move around and travel… a lot." He took a sip of the drink and his eyes blew wide. "Holy shit! There'd better be more dates so you can order this for me again!"
"I think we can manage that seeing how tonight's already going." You took a second to look around while he kept at his drink. “Somehow this all still feels too good to be true. I feel like I’m dreaming.”
Jackie chewed on his straw for a second, hoping to catch your eyes but it seemed like you were avoiding him now. "I can assure you you’re not. What makes you say that, though?”
“Ugh, I have no idea. Maybe it’s the interests, no guy is really that varied, you feel fake.” You glanced back to see him smiling around his straw. “What?”
“Nothing; nothing, I just like to keep busy. Tonight was the first night I’ve had off in a while, to be honest. Do you want a couple more fun facts about me?”
Couldn’t hurt. You turned and smiled back. “Sure, go for it.”
“Right, well, I’m transgender, hence the binder. The drawing I do is actually graffiti, and the whole parkour thing is my second job.”
“Second job? Are you an instructor?”
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t want anybody to even attempt to do what I do!” He paused to take another swig of his drink and sighed. “But enough about that, I want to know more about you now.”
Despite your growing curiosity, you gave in. If this was a dream, Jackie was a damn good piece from your imagination. But then again, brains can only show you faces they’ve seen before…
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An hour later you were paying for your drinks and getting ready to leave. You could see Jackie shivering even with his thick, white, wool sweater on, but figured since he didn’t live far that you would just walk him home and hope he could find something warmer (and take the damn binder off—he told you he’d already been wearing it way past the safe limit).
As it turns out, his place is much more than the 10 minutes he’d claimed it would take him when you were first meeting. In fact, it was almost double, yet he still made it within the time he’d set. What did he do, fly?
He lived in a small building on the third floor and you walked him right into his home when invited. Immediately he took off his sweater and walked into a room down the hall, leaving you to fend for yourself. You looked around, but the place seemed pretty normal, if not a bit quirky.
There were shelves upon shelves of comic books, graphic novels, random knick-knacks and hero memorabilia, a tattered grey couch against a wall of framed fanart portraits of a superhero--a superhero you felt like you recognised but didn't at the same time--and the small, boxy television he had was sitting on top of crates filled with CDs and DVDs, a clunky old radio beside it.
A door down the hall closed and you turned back around from looking at the pieces of fanart, most of which looked like they'd been drawn by a child. Jackie smiled as he walked over wearing a pair of blue pyjama bottoms and an oversized red t-shirt.
"It was nice of you to walk home with me." He took one of his hands out of his pocket and looked at a watch he wasn't wearing before. "Oh, it's quite late, sorry about that. Did you want to… stay over, or something? I have extra blankets and snacks and the couch folds out into a bed-"
You nodded, effectively cutting him off. "That would be great, thanks."
Jackie took a big breath. "Okay, I'll fix the bed for you if you want to look in my clothes drawers. They're in the big, white chest as soon as you go in my room, second door on the left."
You nodded again, feeling slightly awkward, but, hey, he was just being nice and… you strangely felt like you could trust him with your life, even though he hadn't done anything to prove that. "Thanks," you said again, walking off to find something to change into.
Soon you were in a pair of grey drawstring sweatpants and a matching t-shirt; not much to it but it was comfortable. The pull-out bed was ready by the time you went back out to Jackie and now there was just a small lamp on in the corner, but Jackie was nowhere to be seen until you heard him yawn from the kitchen.
He suddenly came out with a glass of some sort of hot drink, taking a big gulp of it before he noticed you. He pointed at the bed, covered with about a dozen blankets, then started walking past you back to his bedroom.
"Well, this was a lot of fun. I hope you have a good night out here. Feel free to come and get me if you need anything, and I mean anything. I'm happy to help out." He smiled and waited until you sat and fixed the bed to your liking before turning off the hallway light and leaving you with just the lamp that you decided to keep on.
Sleepiness was steadily overtaking you and you figured it was time to just lie down and go to sleep in comfortable silence.
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Despite how comfortable the bed was, you still woke up to footsteps a few feet away from you. You opened your eyes slightly, just to see if you could see anything in the lamplight.
"Jackie…?" you called, making him turn around. "Where are you going?"
He stopped in his tracks the moment his hand hit the front door knob. "Just gotta hop outside for a moment. I didn't mean to wake you. Please, try to get back to sleep."
You couldn't argue. Though you had many questions, sleepiness can be hard to fight. You lay back down and the next time you woke it was bright out the windows.
Nothing that had happened was a dream considering you were still here in this strange place.
You accepted your fate and sat up in the couch bed, then cleared your eyes before gathering your clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom. The house was quiet but the birds outside were merciless as you walked around, hoping for any sign of life from your date. You didn’t recall him even coming back in and were starting to get worried.
Before long while, as you sat there on your phone, the front door opened again and Jackie walked in, stretching his arms high above his head.
He was wearing a familiar outfit, one you’d seen the local vigilante in several times around town—and the same one the hero in all the fanart on the wall was wearing—and you only recognised it as Jackie because the eye mask he usually wore was instead in a bunch in his hand.
When he pulled his arms down you could see how surprised he was to see you still here, though now looking even more confused and curious than you had been. He sighed, “Give me a second to change and I’ll answer everything you want to know.”
You could see a cut on his forehead that wasn’t there before, already looking like it was closing over. “If anything I just want to know that you’re okay.” You stood up and approached, feeling at the cut which he didn’t even respond to other than looking away with shame. “You’re a superhero?”
Jackie took a deep breath and sat on the floor. “Yeah, I know that’s gotta be a lot of information for you process but all I want is to find happiness, too. I’m sorry if that’s too much for you to deal with.”
Shock and sadness rippled through you at his words. “What? No, it’s not. It’s your life, you can choose how you live it so long as you do so safely.” Jackie kept his head down in shame and you could see tears dripping from his eyes as you dropped down in front of him to give him a long hug.
The two of you sat there for what felt like hours, and if it really was that long then you weren’t mad, until Jackie finally broke free. “Well, that’s not how I expected my first date with you to go,” he admitted quietly, a lighthearted joke amongst his tears. “I’m… happy, that you can accept this part of me.”
A small smile crawled onto his face. “Do you want breakfast? My treat,” he offered. “Then I can tell you all the cool shit I do as a superhero!”
“I’d like that a lot,” you smiled back, pulling yourselves to your feet to sit in the kitchen.
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"Sleep sleep my little rabbit, don't wake up until the wolves are gone"
@ellovett finally finished it.... :') open ibis paint and look up tutors just becuase to draw this bitch as a hannya and decided to change my mind because jot sastified with the digital one. Im also open to any criticize art and tips yup im begginer.
Yokai AU belongs to @deiformlover
𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬𝗔 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡
Hannya is a yōkai of the Oni family; a family of demons that look like ogres and which are honored at Setsubun, a well-known festival in Tokyo. Hannya embodies jealousy and anger, found in crimes of passion - emotions that are entirely human.
A long time ago, Hannya used to be an ordinary woman. She had beautiful eyes and a velvet skin tone. In addition, her name signifies wisdom in Sanskrit, a symbol of a pure soul. Deeply wounded by the man she loved, she seized an unparalleled rage. Slowly eroded by jealousy and on the edge of madness, she loses her spirit in the darkness and transforms into a demon
TW : IMPLIED GORE
Ai in this au is more ten times crueler, more cold heart and emotionless barely had mercy towards her victims/dealers. Shes either known as a mysterious figure and appears with a skull oni 'mask' that stuck on her face that roaming around the NRC. Many students will ask her for to granting their wishes she will grant their wishes in the return either these two trade with her :
1. Bring her a purely fresh blood of a beautiful woman.
2. Bring her a red spider lily flowers or roses.
Most of them always brings her bonquet of roses. They tent to forgot their payment towards her if it more then 30 days they didnt pay her, she will either punish them either rip off their legs or arms. Most time, they will find her guarding around the Ramshackle dorm or the near NRC lake in the forest singing a lullaby. She will not be around NRC sometimes because her victims are mostly consider outsiders.
TRIVIA :
This is actually her kimono design (this is quite a reference lol)
If she smells like a really strong scent of perfume, its a sign shes in bad mood and can cause a accident headche or poison killing thru the scent.
Shes on a Hannya Chunari level : this second type masters a more powerful black magic than the first one. Her face looks similar to that of a demon with longer horns and sharp teeth. At this stage, it is still possible to rescue her with the help of Buddhist prayers.
Ai roaming around the NRC (especially the ramshackle dorm) because she missed her human lives before she turn into a hannya and her nostalogic memorises.
Rumors said that she had a child keep in the forest from one of her victim.
HOW SHE MET MC
It was midnight and MC was about to go to sleep after all the works they had done. Until while going upstairs towards their bedroom, they sensed someone is watching them they look towards the window saw a unknown figure with a black but then disappeared with then a sec. 'What was that...' 'I sworn I just something' but soon they quickly brush it off thinking it was just their imagination as they continue going upstairs. Pulling the blanket over their body and slowly closing their eyes and drift away with their sleep the night continue as 'normal' until the sound of the door crack open causing them to woke up from their sleep the figure then standing outside of the dorm with an umbrella the singing of the lullaby makes them falls into a trap luring them by bringing them to the forest. Before she could touch them, Kei manage to came to save MC on time teleport them back to Ramshackle
"My, my, my. Looks like the little 'bodyguard' has save the day"
Her sarcastic words as she gritted her teeth while 'glaring' at Kei. Kei draws his fans towards her "Dont you dare lay your filthy hand on them you disgrace demon."
"Oh really..." she said as she slowly draw out their weapon to attack her but a sudden cries came from deeper inside the forest turn her head gaze from him. In a sec, her figure was already disappear.
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Oh my GOODNESS
Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll!
I don’t have a drawing of her yet but I do have some basic information! Please enjoy, thank you for the wait 🤍
Sniper OC! Eve
Full name: Everli Rose Peterson
Nickname: Eve
Age: 24
Class category: support
Best support class: sniper
Hometown: Chicago suburbs, IL, USA
Previous occupation: Barista, college student
Height: 5’2”
Class nickname: Cupid (female sniper lol, plus she’s petite and adorable so this is normally what other mercs do when calling out to her or joking around)
Everlei scored highest for all three support classes on her initial evaluation, so sometimes she has to do different things for different missions
Her favorite class is also sniper
Relations with her RED team::
Scout- friendly acquaintances: occasionally makes jokes with him since they’re near a similar age. She and him sometimes discuss junk foods and whatever is related to their age group at the time (music, culture, sports, etc)
Soldier- acquaintances: tends to avoid him on workout days so he doesn’t push her the wrong way. He finds it amusing how someone short could hold so much power (she has thicc thighs and a butt that could kill)
Pyro- acquaintances: she enjoys having another merc with more positive energy and is amused by their antics.
Demoman- friendly acquaintances: they have occasionally gotten drinks together with the other mercs (Eve is also more likely to get drunk since she’s smol lol) and both have opened up about their trauma with an authority figure (Merasmus for Demo, and an unknown Professor for Eve)
Heavy: friendly acquainted, has helped medic in several surgeries/experiments with the heavy, so she’s gotten to known him a little. Heavy sometimes calls her a “leetle doktor”
Engineer: familial, one of her “adopted dads” in her eyes. Loves looking at whatever he’s working on and asks questions to learn more. She has learned to fix a couple more appliances around the base to save him time for his gadgets. Also likes to listen to him play his guitar and stuff (she also played music as a kid and misses it)
Medic: familial and professional, Not only does she double as his assistant on some days, but she’s learned a thing or two about medical history from him and what to do in sketchy situations. Sometimes he’s a bad influence, but he is amused to have an assistant with endless curiosity for knowledge.
Sniper: Romantic, While their first encounter was anything but romantic the two became close after a noticing trend that Eve excelled best in sharpshooting and skills under Sniper’s training. As she continued the two found common interests in coffee, particular animals, and a few other things. Since they already spent a lot of time together they became familiar with each other’s personal stories once the trust was built. The kindness in her touch and his deep desire to protect her from harm fostered the affection that would become their romance. They became an item when Eve gets the courage to express her feelings on a ceasefire day. Saxton Hale’s disappearance causes some strain in their circumstances when Eve was isolated in the medic’s bay due to her mercenary contract being adjusted, as she had no home to return to and didn’t want to risk Sniper hiding a US criminal in his home, as her case of murder was still active. Any letters she attempted to write were burned by the enemy mercs in attempt to drive both of them mad. Eve escapes after the events of Blood in the Water, swearing vengeance even after Sniper is revived. Eventually the two hope to have a life together once they are ready to retire. (Future arc may involve Eve conceiving twins of his, meaning they may have a family life after retirement).
Spy: acquainted, then friendly acquaintances.Eve is not always on friendly par with spy for many reasons, one that his vibes remind her of her late ex boyfriend, Adrian. In an attempt to woo her for an evening of passion Spy uses his usual skills of seduction during an evening in a local town. She rejects him, and tells him to go find his original lover. (She is fully aware of scout being spy’s son). The unfortunate part is that when she become’s sniper’s partner she has to tolerate Spy more often, as they sometimes get along and seem to hold crucial information of the other mercenary. Spy leans off of teasing the brunette when he discovers she picked up Sniper’s jarate habit. He insults her as a “bushman’s whore” and can’t believe she’d abandon any ladylike tendencies for a man in a van. She throws her jarate at him, telling him to fuck off. She gets in trouble until Pauling discovers the secret relationship between Eve and Sniper. Efforts are then made to ensure Spy and Eve don’t pick fights in front of any of the cameras, and for them (for once) to use conflict resolution. Eventually they tolerate each other for the sake of professionalism and for Sniper, as Sniper is a Partial confidant to Spy. The arc against Gray Mann shows Spy and Eve eventually learn to be cordial with one another, but it doesn’t stop Spy from calling her indecent names when he’s irritated with her.
Pauling: friendly acquaintance, The very few conversations between the two are cordial, and Eve offers to help Pauling when she can, seeing as having another lady ally empowers Eve.
Backstory:
Everlei was scheduled to graduate at her university before she discovered her late boyfriend cheating on her with a girl she was told not to worry about. Snapping from the pressure of being a “perfect” student, she stole a rifle from her veteran neighbor and murdered her ex boyfriend, also wounding the other woman, Bridgette, in the process. She fled home as Bridgette was fully aware of being the other woman, and snitched to the cops, despite never knowing her personally. After a 3 month flee Eve was shot by a tranquilizer dart from Sniper. When he discovered she wasn’t a wild animal he took her into the base, asking for Medic’s assistance. The administrator had discovered from cameras and loca news that Eve was a criminal on the run, and wondered what this girl’s criminal potential could lead to. After an examination and healing from the Medic, Eve is made the offer to attempt the test to become a mercenary, which she agrees to. Her highest scores are in the support systems, leading to a training regime with Sniper, Medic and Spy. As an extra support She also learns how to assist Engineer with supplies should he need it. She maintained some skills of machinery from fixing the espresso machine back at her old job, so some of her odd talents prove to be useful. She excels as a Sniper and Medic, and will only be Spy or Engi support when needed. She develops a crush on the Sniper after spending more time with him in and out of combat, and eventually become a quiet item.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :)
#my ocs#tf2 original character#tf2 oc#tf2#tf2 oc x canon#tf2 x oc#team fortress two oc#team fortress two
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Posted these OC fun facts on discord, so I'm posting them here for preservation :3
Thistle:
Favorite Color: (of all time)Mauve Pink and (currently) Acid Lime Green
Favorite Flower: Cactus Blossoms but uses, uh, Thistles as a signature flower. He likes them because it reminds him of him and Surge together (it's pink, green & spikey)
What they would take on a deserted island: A laptop & a classic romance novel (he's a sucker for the classics & old hollywood, he wildly misinterprets them, but he loves them)
Idea/Inspiration for them: based on a bumblekast question/description about a Glitch ver. Amy, but I liked the idea of Surge just having a rabid fanboy (different from Kit) and gave him a more eccentric flair. Design wise I wanted him to look like a punk version of a normal schoolboy, and tried to make his personality more feminine & extroverted (since Surge leans more masculine & Surge & Kit are both more introverted). I also pulled inspiration from few obsessive characters like Kish from Tokyo Mew Mew & Lum from Urusei Yatsura
Quake:
Favorite Color: Coral Red, but any jewel tones she think are very pretty
Favorite Flower: Shepherd's Purse, she likes it for it's medicinal values and also thinks it's cute and simple
What they would take on a deserted island: She would think it'd be a great time for meditating so probably a sketch diary to keep track of her thoughts/draw anything neat she finds
Idea/Inspiration for them: I like powerful ladies, I'm also plus sized so any plus sized rep in my favorite media is welcomed, and noticed that Blaze doesn't have a powerhouse lady companion (aside from herself) so I just kinda took it as a challenge to see if I could make it work and I think I found the right balance.
Pop & Crackers:
Favorite Color: Navy Blue & Off-white, it reminds her of her favorite sports team
Favorite Flower: "Why would I care about lame things like flowers?" - Pop. Crackers likes Gardenias, they smell nice.
What they'd take to a deserted island: Stuff to play beach volleyball
Idea/Insp: Also based on a bumblekast question lol (glitch Cream), since Cream is sweet & supportive & brings out the best in people, I wanted Pop to just have a total bratty sibling vibe. I like baseball and thought a team sport angle would be a great way to incorporate a chao teammate. Since she's also an opponent for Kit, I thought it'd be interesting if she shared personality traits with Surge. Like it's cool when Surge acts like a braggart, but anyone else I think he'd find much more annoying & be able to show no mercy to
Mimi Mint:
Favorite Color: Mint Green XD but any shade of green she likes
Favorite Flower: Any fruit tree blossoms (Apple, Cherry, Peach, Lemon etc.) she's a farmer girl, she loves any kind of spring flower, it's a sign of good things.
What they'd take to an island: a boat to leave. she would not have a good time after the first afternoon
Idea/Insp: she's based on my Forces oc so she's basically an idealized me :'D but I like characters that are just normal people doing their best
Opal
Favorite Color: Hot Pink, the brighter and gaudier the better
Favorite Flower: Pink Peonies, anything big and explosive looking like Dahlia or huge Roses she likes too
What they'd take to a deserted island: "Oh how fabulous, is there a resort there? A spa?....not even a hotel? ...oh. you mean deserted deserted, how quaint. No thank you, I'll pass" - Opal. (She would have some giant trendy sunglasses on her though)
Idea/Insp: If I don't make a magical girl fit somewhere in my favorite media I'll die
#long post#my ocs#sonic oc#thistle the tenrec#quake the elephant#pop the hare#mimi mint#opal the dove#also i cleaned up my oc tag so now i have one tag for all my ocs in general (i didn't before for some reason)
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hello nickle happy wbw uhuhmmmmmmmm pick two wips. switch the setting but absolutely everything else stays the same. what would that be like
hmmm it would be impossible for everything to stay the same!! A lot of the thematic elements and plot details in my WIPs heavily rely on the setting, so really, this is more like me switching the casts than the settings lol. However, to now actually do this thought game:
i did this twice! hurrah. the first being switching NT21 and Rose Librarians, and the second being switching GFS and Secret WIP (which i am going to slowly start talking about more as november draws nearer).
NT21 and Rose Librarians: for NT21, taking place in Charlie's library would be... interesting. I think NT21 would have a lot less themes of academic pressure if it were in the library, and more about specifically finding solace in the arts and creation (though i think it'd have more focus on books than paintings in this version). i also think the monster would be more like all their mental health issues like it represents in TRL, as opposed to the combined anger of wronged spirits over the years.
Rose Librarians would be a lot more tense. it being in a school would mean that there are a lot more people there, a lot more people they have to save and not let the library-school just kill when it dies. I think Charlie would be an extension of the setting, still; he'd be part of the school. I also think though, since it would have been a place so many people are at, the monsters are actually fueled by a lot of people's negative emotions, not just his.
the secret wip and gfs stuff under the cut so this doesn't get long. i just reaaaaally wanted to include it, because... well. you'll see :)
so, the thing about the secret wip and GFS settings is that--in the same way a story taking place in 6th century england and a story taking place in 21st century england have the same setting--They Are The Same Setting, hundreds of years apart.
Secret WIP takes place first. It's about 50 years before the gods have their 100-year war that brings the world to the somewhat post-apocalyptic state it's in in GFS, GFS taking place about 550 years after that war. (GFS is far enough from the first apocalypse that the world has somewhat grown to a "normal" society, but... you know. the world might end again lmao.) So, they're roughly 700 years apart, in total.
the main things with the setting switch would be the fact that Secret WIP requires time travel and for spoiler reasons, time travel magic doesn't exist anymore by the time GFS rolls around. the Secret WIP heists would also look a lot different, since all the countries changed around. additionally, the GFS cast would not be trying to stop the sleeping gods from waking--they'd instead be trying to stop them from having their first war in the first place. they'd also have a lot more trouble with magic, since back 700 years earlier, the human understanding of magic was a lot worse. They didn't have as many people studying it, and there were a lot more mysteries to be had around it.
#wbw#worldbuilding wednesday#asks#bat wherearetheplants#wip nt21#wip rose librarians#secret wip :)#wip gfs
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For the ask game :) 6, 17 and 28
Hiya, Kindred! Thanks for the asks!
For number 6, I actually have four favorite flowers instead of one, and those four are…
Roses
Sunflowers
Poppies
Snapdragons
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For number 17, the book I am currently reading is "Hidden Pictures" by Jason Rekular.
The story is about a young woman named Mallory who is getting out of a hard time in her life as the first step to do so she becomes the nanny for a wealthy family. She makes an instant connection with the family's five-year-old son Teddy who looks at her like she's hung the boon. Teddy is very creative and sweet, he loves to draw and learn, but after a month things start to change. Teddy's drawings begin to take a darker turn and begin to show signs of something much darker. The problem is Mallory doesn't know if the drawings are showing something from the past or something that's going to happen in the future, not to mention that the little stick figures that Teddy draws have turned into life-like sketches.
I just started it a few days ago and it's already so good! It is in the first person which is something I don't normally enjoy, but the author has done such a great job so far that it doesn't feel like a first-person point of view if that makes any sense.
I'm just hoping it stays this good lol!
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And finally, for number 28, I think the characteristic I like about myself the most are my creativity and maybe my respectfulness.
Thank you so, so much for the questions! They were so much fun to answer!
#ask#ask game#ask games#thank you thank you <3#thank you for the asks#hidden pictures by jason rekular#hidden pictures: novel#horror#horror books#thriller books#flowers#my favorite flowers#what i think of myself
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Survive a riot || One-shot
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Wordcount: 4451
Warnings: Physical altercation, blood, being suffocated/asphyxiated (by hands and by chain), breaking a nose, biting hard enough to draw blood.
Translation notes:
Mon ami - My friend
Connard - jerk/asshole
Merci - Thanks
Fahr zur Hölle - f*ck off (literally “drive to hell”)
Verdammt nochmal - damn it.like just presume that when I use some language other than english 8/10 times its an insult and the other 2 times it’s something affectionate, lol, I don’t seem to incorporate languages any other way
AN: A story that I’ve been brewing on for quite a while, but that’s not fully totally a part of my personal canon. It’s complicated, there’s stuff I like and stuff I dont want to add to my personal canon.
Summary: Simon and Klavier get entangled in a prison riot, but Klavier gets the worst of it as he doesn’t make it to an exit in time the first time around.
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"Why did you ask me to come with you?"
Simon snapped out of his thoughts for a moment, looking at the other prosecutor as he was trying to ignore the very familiar sound of cell doors being shut.
"I do not exactly have pleasant memories of places like these," he answered with a shrug, unsure of what Klavier wanted to hear instead of that. It wasn’t exactly a secret around their shared space of work that Simon was rather well acquainted with prison life.
"Yeah, okay, but why me?"
".... You were available."
Simon raised an eyebrow. Now that it was brought up; Klavier didn't seem like his usual outgoing self. Was that just because of the place where they were, where he had seen optimism beaten out of people before, or was there something more to it?
"... Are you alright, Gavin-san?"
"... You promise this guy we have to listen to isn't in cellblock A?"
"Our destination is the interrogation room west of cellblock E. Why?"
Klavier shrugged, not entertaining that with an answer. Simon decided it wasn't worth it to pry about, because Klavier wasn't the one to open up when pried about his personal ordeals. Plus, this should be an easy case for the both of them; Listen to what the inmate had to say, see if there was enough merit in their claims to reopen the case, and get out.
And yet, roughly 40 minutes after they had started their interrogation of the inmate, all hell broke loose.
Simon noticed first. He had his firsthand experience in this particular jail and still knew the routines decently well, so when the guards started to behave in a panicked-but-trying-to-hide-it manner immediately a sense of protection rose in him.
Between him and Klavier, he was far more aware of what could happen and thus felt more responsible for Klavier's safety. So when the guards very clearly were starting to get the hell out of dodge, he immediately pulled Klavier along by the elbow.
“Hey, woah, wait, what’s happening-“
“Just run!”
The sharp tone of his voice was enough to convince Klavier that Simon wasn’t messing around, nor in the mood to be dealing with Klavier’s usual dramatics. And honestly, when someone like Simon tells you to run like he just did, you fucking run, and ask questions later. Both of them ran after the guards, trying to find the quickest and safest route to the nearest exit as more and more sirens and lights started blaring and going off.
This was not good. None of this was any good. Simon gave a whistle, sending Taka ahead. He very much preferred his bird to get out safely, and he just followed after the guards in a close manner until he found himself outside of the building.
He took a moment to catch his breath, hearing the door shut behind him and lock into place.
Wait a bloody minute.
Now, normally speaking, Simon Blackquill was a calm and collected individual. Smart and calculating and a great problem solver all in all.
But all of that was hard to hold onto when two guards shoved him away from the door the three of them had just gotten out of a few minutes ago, and as it had been locked Simon had come to an absolutely stomach dropping conclusion.
"Let me back in there!" his voice and volume making the demand sound like a roar.
"We can't, prosecutor Blackquill! We have to wait for back up!"
"We do not have the luxury of waiting for back up! Gavin-san is still in there! Let me back in!"
It only resulted in him being shoved back again and needing to find it within his own personal restrain to not knock the lights out of the guards. Honestly, it would help no one if they ended up arresting him for assaulting officers, least of all his coworker trapped on the other side of that locked door.
The other side..
He gave another quick whistle, signaling to Taka to do a search of the perimeter in the hopes that Klavier had made it out of the prison walls through some other emergency exit. Please, please, please be out there somewhere.
Well, the truth of the matter was; Klavier had honestly been right behind Simon for most of the time as the situation at the prison had escalated into a full blown riot. But as the inmates started to group up themselves and began to fight one another, one of those parties of inmates had managed to cut him off from the group and pushed him into a different direction all together.
"Where do you think you're going, prosecutor?" the leader sneered, closing in on him threateningly with clear malicious intent.
"Well, uh, geeh, would you look at the time, I've really got to-" and with no further warning Klavier lunged forward, pushing the leader of the group with brute force so that he stumbled backwards and fell, taking several other inmates with him in the fall. On the same beat Klavier turned on his heels and bolted down the hallway, clearing one of the corners at the t crossing in the corridor.
He didn't bother to look back for even a split second as voices behind him were quickly rising in anger. He dove away in a janitor's storage and shoved a heavy feeling box in front of the door, anything to give himself a moment to catch a breath.
"Right. I'm screwed if I don’t figure something out, so… What do I do now?"
Well, best plan of attack was to figure out where exactly in the building he was. Apparently faith was in a good mood today, because the janitor’s storage did have a map of the building framed on one of the walls. Quietly following the lines of where he was to where he was most likely to find an emergency exit, Klavier sounded out his plan wordlessly before his hand suddenly halted.
Oh. That would take him right past..
Well, there was no time to think about that for too long. It wasn’t like he was here on a pleasantry visit, he needed to get out before a bunch of inmates got to him- it wasn’t exactly like he had a lot of friends in here.
He shoved the heavy box away from the door when he was sure that no voices or footsteps were coming closer, and quickly slipped out and down the hallway where he needed to go.
Despite occasionally diving away in frightfully empty cells, Klavier made his way down to cellblock A. He promptly halted when he realized a particular cell was open, but it’s resident was still very much inside; sitting on the ground with their back against the wall, seemingly staring into nothing.
He looked downright awful. His long, platinum hair had been haphazardly and diagonally cut, leaving the right side of it much shorter than the left side. He didn’t seem to have his glasses on anymore, which would explain why he wasn’t doing much but blank staring at the wall in front of him through the open door of his cell- he wouldn’t be able to read any of the books in his extravagant cell if he had somehow managed to lose his glasses, the lines and words would just become one tangled blur. Even so, had he desired to do so, nothing would’ve stopped him from wandering out of his cell, joining the riot, or just straight up walking out.
Klavier took a few steps toward the cell, wondering for a moment if he should talk to him. But as he was shaking off that thought and decided it would be better to get the hell out of dodge, someone grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around before he got slammed into one of the walls of the hallway- hard enough to momentarily knock the wind out of him in a very involuntary yelp.
“Oh, did you think it was that easy?!”
Now at 6 foot even Klavier was far from small, and thanks to his work and hobbies decently in shape to boot. But the criminal in front of him stood at least four inches taller, if not more, and seemed to have made working out in the prison yard his favorite past time while in jail. The exact jail that Klavier, through his job, ended up putting this man in.
He tried pushing back to escape, but pretty much as soon as he had freed his hand it was harshly pinned to the wall behind him. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, almost literally, and feeling so incredibly cornered started a tidal wave of panic to flood up inside him that he hadn’t felt in many, many years. Maybe it was because of the literal years that had passed since he had felt his heart race in this much pure panic and fear, that he instinctively called for the same person he would’ve cried out for all that time back.
“Kristoph!”
“Oh, such a tough guy you are, calling for your disgraced brother who spends most of his days counting the lines on the walls; He won’t come to help you, either.”
The literal cry for help was smothered as two very strong hands lunged around his throat and immediately applied pressure from every possible angle. He only vaguely realized he was partially lifted from the ground, much more preoccupied with desperately clawing at the hands that was squeezing his airway shut as much as it could.
As it had been applied, the pressure around his neck was gone just as quickly, even if it felt like it had been much lingering for much longer than he would’ve wanted. Klavier fell to his knees desperately gasping for air, before looking up to see what was happening as his assailant was now the one struggling for air.
Apparently, somewhere in their struggle that ended with Klavier being shoved into the wall, the chain necklace he always wore had been pulled off him by the muscular inmate and thrown off somewhere to the side. And while the clasp of it gave away as soon as it was yanked, a safety measure, that actual metal chain had now been wrapped around the guy’s neck and someone was pulling it tight to give the inmate a taste of the medicine he was dishing out.
The guy hadn’t been lying. Kristoph hadn’t really interacted much with the other inmates in the time he had been at this facility, rather getting lost in his own thoughts as he waited for the time to come where he would be transferred to someplace else. So lost in his thoughts, that he could often stare at the same spot for hours on end and nothing or no one seemed to be able to snap him out of it.
However a familiar voice had pierced through the fog in his mind; and the terror in Klavier’s voice had hit some incredibly deep, fundamental part of Kristoph’s being. It had been hidden away under layers upon layers of envy and despair that had cultivated over years, but in one fell swoop it was brought back to the surface.
“Keep your fucking hands,” he started, his voice low and deep to a threatening degree especially with the venom and chill as he pulled the chain even tighter- really throwing his full weight into it, “ -off my brother.”
The final three words came out in an even lower growl; Kristoph had nothing left to lose, and had already crossed lines of which there was no coming back from. So he really had no qualms about strangling a guy to death if it meant sparing his younger brother from that same fate.
However, there was a problem.
Kristoph stood somewhat taller than Klavier at 6’2 and was in pretty decent shape himself, but that meant little when the guy he had jumped on was still taller and broader than him. When the guy threw his head back, it sharply connected with Kristoph’s nose, breaking it with an almost sickening snap.
It threw Kristoph off, releasing the chain to reach for his nose which had started pouring blood. The sight, smell and sharp pain honestly just fueled the fire of his wrath, and when the assailant swayed back towards Klavier who was unsteadily shaking on his legs and still trying to get his breathing back to normal, it was almost as if someone pulled a red veil over Kristoph’s eyes.
He charged at the guy, harshly shoving his full bodyweight into the other’s side; pushing him further down the hallway so he was in between the attacker and his brother. His icy eyes were ablaze with a rage that had probably factored into everything he had done before- and now he had an actual reason to let it all out.
Klavier looked at his brother for a moment, almost feeling the wrath radiating off him; and at the same time fearing even that wasn’t enough to help either of them. He had to help, somehow, but what could he possibly do to- His eyes fell on Kristoph’s cell. He pushed himself up as much as he could, making his way over there and grabbing onto the chair that was standing there as well.
Meanwhile Kristoph had stopped the inmate from trying to lunge for Klavier yet again, but now found himself in a bit of a struggle as he was suddenly and unceremoniously flipped over and put in a headlock. After clawing at the offending arm for a split second and realizing he needed to be a lot harsher to get free, he pulled one of his arms forward before sharply throwing it backwards- his elbow aggressively connecting with some part of the attacker to the point where the grip on his neck was slightly loosened.
With a near feral snarl he bit down on the arm that had a hold on him; hard, with the intention to draw blood or worse. He really sunk his teeth in, paying no mind to the screams of pain that it got from the other inmate.
He was free for a moment before he was shoved to the ground, flipped over and promptly found two hands around his neck pressing down with force. But with both hands occupied, the other inmate couldn’t protect himself from the aggressive manner Kristoph tried to break free.
Nails were scratching at any piece of skin they found, and one of Kristoph’s clawed hands made its mark on his attacker’s face, when a harsh sounding “Thwonk!” echoed through the hall and the assailant finally collapsed.
“Get off me,” Kristoph growled, shoving the guy off and away from himself, only to then notice what had actually happened.
Klavier stood there, trembling from the whole ordeal, his hands firmly holding the goat statue that usually sat on one of the shelves in Kristoph’s bookshelf. With how much his hands were shaking though, he lost his grip on the statue slowly but surely, and it eventually hit the floor with a loud sound.
“Is.. Is he…?”
“Doubt it. You didn’t exactly pull through on that hit.”
Kristoph got back up, seemingly regaining his composure as he looked at his little brother- who looked worse for wear. This was absolutely no place for him, especially not with what was currently going down. He looked down the hallway that was no doubt Klavier’s intended escape route, thinking for a moment.
“Kristoph-“
“8695.”
Despite everything, Klavier managed to still feel some level of worry for the state his brother was in; that bloody nose really did not look good. But he just blinked at his brother, confused at the sudden series of numbers thrown at him while Kristoph simply pointed down the hallway. Kristoph’s free hand subconsciously shot up to wipe away blood from his upper lip, but he didn’t truly seem to notice.
“West door’s your best chance. Down the hall, left, right, right, straight ahead until you reach it. 8695. Door code. Go.”
“But-“
“Go.”
The tone of his brother’s voice was enough to make Klavier start running, but halfway down the hall he stopped for just a second and quickly turned around.
“… Danke.”
Before Kristoph even had a chance to yell at him to fucking bolt already, Klavier was gone. With the silence returned he suddenly felt himself reaching up to his nose as the pain returned with an angry vigor.
“… Ow.”
Oh, that was not a good feeling in the slightest. It was sore, throbbing, and made a noise it wasn’t supposed to make when touched. He heard a grunt from somewhere below him, and instinctively kicked the inmate hard in the side out of anger for his bleeding injury
“Shut up,” he growled. “You’re getting on my nerves.”
A trip to the infirmary might be a good idea, even if just for something to stop the bleeding of his nose, hadn’t people raided the place already. And of course, who would be there but the last person he actually wanted to see. Kristoph rolled his eyes so hard it almost felt like they would get stuck, when the much broader built brunet looked at him.
"Ai, mon ami, did they damage your pretty face?"
"Jacques-" Kristoph started, before a hiss of pain left him. His nose was starting to hurt more and more, and the blood was still dripping down though it had thankfully lessened since he got there. Still, it was painful, and he didn’t want to touch it because he absolutely did not like the crackling noise it made when he did- never mind the pain when any pressure was applies. So he just watched for a moment as Jacques grabbed the singular icepack still left in the chaos of the infirmary.
Oh, hell no.
"Don't touch me," Kristoph growled, before easily being shoved into a nearby chair as Jacques seemingly remained unimpressed by the near feral behavior of his fellow inmate.
"Move your hand."
"I swear to God if you touch me I'll fucking kill you."
"Let me help you, connard, or do you want to keep walking around like this?!"
Okay, that was a fair enough point. Plus, Jacques played sports; pretty much all of them. It was a fair bet to assume that he knew what he was doing when it came to injuries like this; surely he would’ve had to deal with a basketball to the face every once in a while. So Kristoph resigned himself to listening to his advice- he just knew he was going to protest the whole way. Also, he felt like whatever he was just called in French was probably not a nice thing to be called.
"Lean forward. Better to not have all that blood drain into your throat. Breathe through your mouth."
With an annoyed huff Kristoph leaned forward, feeling the bruises left on his body protest as he did. Figures, that as the adrenaline was leaving he was starting to feel more and more miserable. And honestly, there was currently only one person in the vicinity that he could take it out on.
"Great, I'm a mouth breather like you, now. How ironic."
Jacques simply didn't reply to that insult, looking for something to wrap the icepack with. The last thing he wanted was to create frostbite- if only to save himself from being actually murdered by the former defense lawyer. When he found it, he turned back to Kristoph, who did honestly look a bit worse for wear. He walked back over, easily grabbing a chair along the way and sitting down next to him.
"You're not going to like this."
"I already don't- Ow, Scheiße!"
Yeah, the first connection of the sudden cold of the wrapped icepack to the injury was not that great of a feeling, actually. A sharp hiss left the blond and Jacques only barely avoided the clawed hand thrown his way. Kristoph forced himself to take a few deep breaths through his mouth to try and regain his composure.
"You good?"
"No, you stupid-"
"Aw, you'll be fine, pretty boy. Just some bruising that’ll go down if you ice it properly; and no contact sports for three weeks."
The deepest, most annoyed groan left Kristoph, as his gaze towards the French man turned straight into a scowl. Heavens above, this guy was just so ungodly annoying.
"I don't play sports, you asshole."
"So you should be fine, then- Let me see."
Jacques momentarily removed the icepack, taking a quick look at the other's nose. It would have been better if he could actually touch it to see if anything was misaligned, but he was pretty sure he would get bitten if he tried that. Oh, it was absolutely going to bruise, for sure; but as far as he could tell nothing seemed to be out of place.
"You'll be fine, nothing seems crooked."
"Seems? How reassuring."
Jacques ignored that, glad to see that the bleeding had stopped in the meantime. He just pushed Kristoph back a little, elevating his head- while also ignoring the hissing and protests coming from the other before pressing the icepack back in place.
"Y'know, you could just say merci."
"Fahr zur Hölle."
"I’ll just assume that’s not a nice thing to say and we’ll call it even on what I said before, oui?”
Klavier found himself momentarily against a wall, trying to catch his breath while simultaneously trying to ignore the pain in the back of his torso and around his neck. God, he just wanted to get out of here. What had Kristoph said again? 8695, yeah, okay, that was the door code. Was it two lefts and a right? Wait. No. One left and two rights. Ow.
He had to get out. He just had to. He grimaced in pain for a moment, but pushed through it to run down and take two right turns before running straight ahead to the door that would hopefully let him back out into freedom.
And it did; as soon as he typed in the four digit code the door unlocked. He threw it open, ran outside and threw it shut behind him. He then sank down to the ground, sitting on the small steps with his back against the door. He felt his breath choke somewhere in his throat, as the gravity of the whole ordeal very suddenly sank in all at once- and with that panic crashing in him he barely noticed the bird of prey circling overhead.
Taka quickly flew off to alert Simon with a screech, immediately flying back over to Klavier and landing right next to the prosecutor. While the bird usually didn’t care much for people other than his owner, he also didn’t react in a negative way when a hand was placed on him. He just fluffed up, allowing the petting to happen.
“Gavin!”
Simon arrived to the spot mere moments later, letting out a sigh of relief when he finally found Klavier outside of the prison building. However, his relief quickly turned to concern when he saw how Klavier was trying to keep everything together, and more importantly, when he saw the bruises that were starting to form around the other’s neck.
He carefully approached, crouching down to be on the same level as Klavier and gently tapping his knee to get his attention.
“Are you alright?”
Well, the gaze thrown at him told him enough. Simon got back up from his crouched position, reaching a hand out to Klavier as an offer to help him up. It was accepted, and with a gentle pull he helped the other prosecutor back on his feet. Klavier stood there for a moment, seemingly in a daze, before stepping forward and pressing his face into Simon’s shoulder.
Simon froze in response, even more so when two arms were wrapped around him and ten fingers desperately clutched onto the fabric of the long coat he always wore, right below his shoulder blades. Oh, he was not good at giving comfort in this kind of way.
But at the same time, Klavier had obviously been through quite an ordeal- the marks were rather telling and so was the trembling of his body. Simon held back a sigh, awkwardly moving his arms in an unsure manner until he decided to very lightly pat a shoulder. That seemed like the best option, to just give Klavier a moment to pull himself back together.
“You.. uh.. want to tell me what happened?” he asked, not entirely sure what else to ask.
“… Ran into my brother.”
“Oh. Did he-“
“No. I think- I would’ve died if he hadn’t interfered but.. I don’t want to unpack that, right now.”
Klavier sighed, pushing himself back up and away, releasing the other prosecutor in the process. Sure, the embrace had been somewhat awkward, but also appreciated. Because honestly, a part of Klavier had been scared that he would never get out again, that some other person with a vendetta would’ve found him and finished the job.
And, in all honesty, compared to all that; Simon had been a sight for sore eyes.
“… Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Mh, it is alright.”
Right in that moment, they both turned to the sound of a red car coming to a screeching halt- Oh. Oh no. Klavier recognized that car in a heartbeat, for it was an absolute beauty that only one person was brave enough to drive around town.
“You told Herr Edgeworth?!” he asked incredulously, turning to Simon as he did.
“No, he called me-“
“Oh tell me you told him some kind of white lie and he bought it?!”
“Wha- Thank you for your unwavering faith in my abilities, Gavin-san, but if you think I had any choice other than to tell the Chief Prosecutor the truth-“
“Ach verdammt nochmal, Herr Samurai!“ Klavier groaned, immediately buttoning his shirt up so the marks on his neck were mostly hidden- he really didn’t want to have this particular talk with Edgeworth right about now. The Chief Prosecutor however made a beeline directly to the two prosecutors, honestly relieved that they were okay but upset about the turn of events.
“Are you two alright?! I heard- what happened to your neck?”
Klavier felt himself huff in surprised disbelief, only to realise he had actually forgotten a button and thus a small part of the rapidly spreading bruise was visible from above his collar.
“… Herr Edgeworth, can we please discuss this some other time? I honestly just want to go home..”
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The Colorful Circle Survey 🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣 by joybucket
🔴🟠🟡 Beginning Questions! 🟢🔵🟣
What's your favorite color?
Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, yellow, black.
What are your atop three favorite colors?
Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green.
What colors are you wearing right now?
Just this blue hospital gown.
What is one color that looks good on you?
I feel comfortable in black.
What is one color that looks terrible on you?
I don’t know. I look terrible regardless.
Do you like rainbows? 🌈
Yeah.
What's the most colorful thing in the room you're in right now, that you can see from where you are sitting?
The Spongebob tote bag my coloring supplies are in.
What are three things you own that are your favorite color?
I don’t feel like it.
Are you wearing your favorite color right now?
No.
Who do you know who has the same favorite color as you?
My brother likes sea foam green, too.
What color are your eyes?
Brown.
What color is your hair?
Dark brown.
....and is it its natural color?
Yes.
When was the last time you saw a rainbow? 🌈
I don’t remember.
🔴🟣🟢 Skittles 🟠🟣🟡
Do you like Skittles?
Nah.
When was the last time you ate a bag of Skittles?
It’s been several years.
Do you prefer Skittles or M&M's?
M&Ms for sure.
Do you have a favorite Skittle color/flavor, and if so, what?
--
Do you like Sour Skittles?
I did when I was a kid. I stopped eating sour stuff, though, because it irritates my mouth and I just don’t find the sourness to be pleasant.
🔴🟡 Twister 🟢🔵
Have you ever played Twister?
Attempted to, yes.
Do you enjoy playing Twister?
No.
Do you own a Twister game?
No.
Make up a tongue twister off the top of your head using the first letter of your name.
Nah.
Have you ever seen a twister in the distance? 🌪
No.
🟣 Bouncy Ball 🔴
What are three things you like that are bouncy?
I don’t like anything bouncy lol.
Do you like to bounce around?
No.
Have you ever played with a bouncy ball?
Yes.
Have you ever played in a bouncy house?
No.
Do you own a trampoline?
Nope.
Do you currently own a bouncy ball?
No.
🍭 Lollipop 🍭
Do you like lollipops?
Nah.
What is your favorite type of candy?
M&Ms, Reeses, KitKats.
Have you ever had a big lollipop with twisty rainbow swirls, like this emoji? 🍭
Yes. I liked those as a kid.
Do you think lollipops look better than they taste.
I was just going to say that. Those big swirly ones looked cool, but they didn’t have much flavor.
Name ten things that you think taste better than lollipops.
Wings, ramen, chips, burritos, french fries, chicken tenders, pizza, ice cream, cupcakes, brownies.
🎨 Paint Palette 🎨
Do you own a paint palette?
No.
What was the last thing you painted?
A cute little ceramic Easter decor thing I bought from Target.
Did you enjoy art class in school?
I liked art time in elementary school. I didn’t take art in high school or college.
Are you good at drawing? ✍️
No.
Are you good at painting? 🖼
No. I don’t have any artistic abilities, sadly.
Do you enjoy painting?
It can be nice the rare times I do it.
When was the last time you painted something?
Easter.
Do you prefer acrylics, oil paints, or watercolors?
Watercolors.
Have you ever stretched your own canvas?
No.
Have you ever taken a college art class?
No.
💿 Compact Disc 💿
Do you own a collection of CDs?
No. I got rid of my CDs several years ago.
Do you own a CD player?
No.
What was the first CD that you purchased?
I don’t remember.
Does your car have a CD player?
I don’t have a car.
Do you own any DVDs?
Yes.
Do you own a DVD player?
We have a PS4.
What was the last DVD you watched?
I don’t recall.
What was the last CD you listened to?
*shrug*
Do you listen to music from CDs often?
No. I’ve been using Spotify since 2013.
What do you normally use to listen to music?
^^^
Have you ever done a craft project using old CDs?
No.
🍬 Wrapped Candy 🍬
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Have you ever saved a candy wrapper and then taped or glued it inside of a journal?
No.
Have you ever saved a candy wrapper and used it on a scrapbook page?
No.
What was the last piece of individually wrapped candy that you ate?
A KitKat.
What was your least favorite Halloween candy as a kid?
Ones like Dots and Milk Duds.
Do you celebrate Halloween? 👻 🎃
I decorate a little, but that’s about it. I stopped dressing up like 5 years ago. I just stay home and watch scary movies while snacking on candy and takeout.
🦄 Unicorn 🦄
What are three of your favorite mystical creatures?
I don’t really have a favorite.
What do you think would be a good name for a unicorn?
I don’t know.
Do you like unicorns? 🦄
Sure.
Do you own a unicorn headband?
No.
Do you think Starbucks should make the Unicorn Frappuccino a regular menu item?
I never tried it, it didn’t sound good to me.
🟣🟠Ⓜ️ M&M's Ⓜ️🟢🔴
Do you like M&M's?
Yes.
When was the last time you ate a bag of M&M's?
A few months ago.
Do you like the name Maverick?
Not particularly.
Are you friends with a Michael?
No.
Are you friends with a Michelle?
I have an aunt named Michelle.
🌸🌺 Flowers 🌼 💐
What is your favorite type of flower?
I just always say roses, but I don’t really have one.
Is there a bouquet of flowers on your kitchen table?
No.
Do you own any fake flowers from the dollar store?
No.
What's your favorite corsage that you have worn?
I only wore one and that was for prom.
Do you own any dried up roses? 🥀
I have that corsage still.
🟣🟠🟢 Spree 🔴🟣🟡
Have you ever gotten Spree candies from a vending machine?
No.
Do you like Spree?
Nope.
Do you like to get candy from vending machines?
Yes. When I was younger I felt like I had to get stuff from a vending machine if there was one. I don’t know why, it just always was better for some reason to me lol.
What is your favorite candy to get from vending machines?
It varied.
Do you have a favorite Spree flavor?
--
🔴 Gumballs 🟣
Do you own a gumball machine?
No.
Have you ever gotten a gumball from a gumball machine?
Yes.
Do you like gumballs?
Not anymore, but I did as a kid.
Do you like to chew gum?
I used to all the time.
When was the last time you chewed gum?
It’s been awhile.
🚦Stoplights🚦
When was the last time you drove a car?
Never.
Have you ever accidentally ran a red light?
--
Does it sometimes seem like you have to wait forever at stop lights?
--
Are you wearing anything red, green, or yellow right now?
No.
Have you ever been in a car accident?
No.
🎡 Ferris Wheel 🎡
Have you ever ridden on a Ferris wheel?
Yes.
Do you like Ferris wheels?
They’re scary, but can be fun.
Are you afraid of heights?
Yes.
What is your favorite county fair ride?
I don’t do fair rides.
What is your favorite fair food?
Fried foods.
🟣🔴🔵 Final Questions! 🟢🟠🟡
Do you like bright colors?
Yeah.
What are three more things you could make out of colorful circles?
--
What are three more things you like that are round (that haven't already been mentioned)?
--
Have you ever ridden a merry-go-round? 🎠
Yes.
Do you have a round face?
No.
What's your favorite smiley emoji to use?
The upside down one.
Are you happy today?
No. It sucks cause today is my birthday and I can’t do anything.
What was the last round thing that you ate?
A cookie.
Do you know anyone who is colorblind?
Not that I know of.
Do you wear glasses, and if so, what color are they? 🤓
Black.
And last but not least, did you enjoy this survey?
Mhm.
🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢
I hope you have a colorful day! 🌈
🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣
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