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bearlytolerant · 3 years

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Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solavellan

Rating: E (nsft)

Word Count: 1306

AO3

Let’s Just Be

She was sunset reflected on the ocean. A million freckles dotting blushed warm skin. Eyes closed in peaceful paradise as her arms draped over the edges of the tub. She exuded serenity and peace.

He hated to disturb her.

Setting his satchel down, he went to her desk where he knew she kept a sketch journal and charcoal. Situating himself on the bed, he started his sketch, replicating this moment on paper. She had to see how he saw her. Within moments her form was outlined and he filled in the details, losing himself in the process of creating.

His eyes drifted to his muse, desperate for a quick but thorough study. She dropped an arm back into the tub but her eyes remained closed—surely she was somewhere far from here—but then he watched as her lips pursed, let out a puff of breath. And a gentle moan. It dawned on him that he was now a spectator of more than a moment of meditation.

Solas dropped the charcoal and it went rolling across the floor, stopping at the edge of the elegant rug recently given as a gift from the Empress.

Her eyes flew open.

“Damn it Solas! Next time you sneak in here, please say something.”

He went chasing after the charcoal on his hands and knees. “My apologies. In my defense, the door was ajar and I was not sneaking.”

“What were you doing?” Sarya asked.

He had the charcoal now and he was up on his feet, walking back to the bed.

“Sketching you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No. Not at all. I was just startled.” She smirked, her mood shifting, becoming playful. “Should I pose? Did you capture my best side?”

He chuckled. “No posing. The moment is lost now and I always capture your best side in that every side of you, every inch of you, is best.” He abandoned the sketch for a kiss from her lips. “You know I think you are beautiful. But if you don’t mind me being honest, I’m more interested in that moan I heard.”

“Everything has been so stressful. I deserve a little release,” she said.

“I can help with that,” he said, reaching into the steaming water. He skimmed his fingers down her leg and back up her inner thigh. “Would you like to talk about it?” His hand stilled.

“Talk? Maybe later, I’ve had enough talking. There is so much endless talking in that war room. Besides, I am also perfectly capable of helping myself.”

“Is that what you want?”

“From what I heard, it seems to also be what you want.”

“Either or both ideas appeal to me,” Solas said. “But I am not here for me.”

Sarya tilted her head and smirked at him.

“However, perhaps it would be nice for you to be relieved of any sort of duty altogether? Allow me to take care of you.”

“Oh I would hardly call this duty.” She laughed. “You could use a little relaxation though too. Join me?”

He pressed a plush kiss to her neck and she tilted away, exposing more skin and he kissed a path up to her jawline. Found her lips. Melted into her bliss. They made out for a while, even as Solas’ knees began to numb a little, until he needed to shift. He broke away leaving them both breathless. He quickly stripped and joined her, finding space for his legs around her body.

She held back a chuckle as they situated themselves, splashing water over the sides of the tub. “I guess these weren’t made with two people in mind…”

“Perhaps you should request an upgrade?” Solas picked up one of her feet and began massaging.

“Oh sure, I bet that’s easy to get.” Sarya rolled her eyes. But then hummed a pleasurable sigh.

“Maybe Blackwall would be willing to custom build one. Anything for his Herald.”

“Stop.”

He put her foot back in the water.

“No. Not that. Please keep doing that.”

He allowed himself a small laugh as he found her other foot. It was easy to be himself with her.

“I’m surprised you can’t just use some spell to make this tub bigger.”

“That is not how magic works.”

“Isn’t it though? Can’t you do anything your mind thinks of? I’d make a big tub if I had magic. I’d use magic to just make everything big. Giant cupcakes. Giant horses. Giant nugs… but not spiders. I’d use my magic to shrink them all to tiny invisible things.”

“If they were invisible, how would you know if one was on you?”

She shuddered. “Good point. I rescind my statement. I would just use magic to take spiders out of existence.”

“Ah but spiders are good for catching other foul insects. They are helpful creatures and they rarely harm.”

“Fine. I’ll keep them for you. But they’re creepy so I’m still using magic to make them tiny.”

“What else would you use magic for?” he asks as he kisses her ankle.

“I’d use it to do everything for me. No need to get dressed. Just poof and clothes are on. I could make any dress I wanted and any food. I could make myself taller or shorter. I don’t know, anything and everything I could think of. Why don’t you use your magic for everything?”

“Much the same as you do not fight or run or loose arrows all day long for lack of stamina. All that spell casting would drain my mana. If I use magic for everything, how would I protect you when it matters most?”

“I protect myself,” she said.

“Yes but in the rare case, like with that terror demon near Dennett’s farm, I could be useful to you.”

Sarya sighed. “Fine. I concede.”

“Perhaps I should record this day in the books.”

“And why is that?”

“I won an argument.”

“Oh you could hardly call this arguing.” She splashed him with water.

Solas smirked then lit the water up with a rune that created a wave. It rolled up and soaked Sarya’s entire face.

“Oh no–that is it!” She splashed him again and again, water continuously pouring over the edges.

He chuckled and reached forward, stilling her hands and pulling her into himself. He kissed her cheek. She cupped his face, kissing him long and deep and hard as she settled into his lap. Her hands wandered and he choked back a gasp as she rubbed herself on the tip of his cock. He could not withhold the groan though as she sunk on top of him, head rolling back with a sigh as her hand clung to his shoulder.

She was so beautiful like this. Open and pouring herself out. Letting him in. Reveling in the moment without a promise of tomorrow. Or perhaps a promise that tomorrow will be there and they’ll have each other to make it better.

He bent forward to nip at her neck and she laughed then moaned when he squeezed her ass.

“Again,” she demanded.

He obliged, more than happy to. When he did, her palm pressed flat against his chest and she leaned back, lengthening her body and exposing the scars on her chest and stomach. He kissed them. Each and every one while she rode him to her climax. She crumbled into him, chest heaving and heavy.

“Ar lath, ma vhenan,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

“I know,” she breathed. “I love you too.”

Then he held her close to his chest, combing his fingers through her wet hair. Warmed the water and let time slip away with her in his arms. And it was in those pockets of time that he felt peace. That maybe, just maybe, this world he had made was real and it was the better one.

#solavellan #dragon age #Kinktober 2021 #tub/shower #nsft #solas x sarya lavellan #bear writes

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historian-in-pearls · 2 years

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Because I'm a nosy lil so-and-so: Aaaaall the soft asks!! 😉😘💞🌹🌷🌻🍒🍉💕

Ahhh, thank you!!!

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

I love Dior's eye makeup--mascara, shadow, brow gel. Benefit is another go-to, especially their primer and their Dandelion blush.

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

I would be an archeologist and Egyptologist like my hero Salima Ikram. She's the main reason I always planned to go to the American University in Cairo for undergrad (which I was unable to do because of reasons long and complicated).

october - what month were you born in?

I was born in January.

caress - do you like to snuggle?

Yes. I'm extremely tactile/physically affectionate.

ivory - describe your pajamas?

I usually wear pj shorts and a long-sleeved thermal top, both from Old Navy.

golden - favorite stationary product?

Monogrammed notepaper; it works for all occasions.

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

My fluffy Ugg slippers.

twilight - best friend?

My best friend's name is Lauren. She's a brilliant writer and all-around creative genius.

silk - do you like k-pop?

Not particularly. Just not my thing.

poppy - favorite pastel color?

I really don't care for pastels, but pink if I had to choose.

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

I love seeing a person's smile. Eyes too.

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

Autumn. Fall is my happiest time.

buttery - favorite snack?

Sharp cheddar cheese and a couple of dates.

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

Lately, around 7 hours, which is a nice departure from the norm. Sleep isn't usually one of my greatest strengths.

pencil - do you own a journal?

Multiple. I'm a sucker for journals and pretty notebooks.

cupcake - are you a good cook?

I'm passable. I like cooking because you can experiment a lot more; baking is such an exact science.

honey - favorite term of endearment?

"Darling" is far and away my favorite.

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

I don't usually remember my dreams, but I do love flying dreams.

velvet - who was your first crush?

Zac Hanson. I was in fourth or fifth grade, I think.

paper - favorite children’s book?

The Secret Garden. I reread it every spring.

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

The usual--cleanser, toner, moisturizer, along with a good eye cream at night and exfoliating three times a week.

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film?

I haven't seen any, I'm afraid!

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

I did, a rather scary character called the Skeleton Man.

strawberry - favorite fruit?

Raspberries and peaches.

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?,

I have! The weirdest was with a longtime college friend.

nightlight - do you read before bed?

Always. It's how I wind down. I have to pick wisely, though, because if it's a book I'm too much into I just keep reading all night.

shampoo - favorite scent?

Coffee, absolutely, no context.

skin - what distant relative are you closest to?

I'm very close with several of my first cousins, if that counts as distant.

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

Hayley Atwell and Cary Grant.

cuddles - do you have any pets?

I do! I have two cats called Anna and Elsa.

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

It's a navy dress with tiny white dots--sleeveless with a full skirt.

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters?

Sanrio. Very nostalgic.

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

Do they make coffee frozen yogurt? If so, that.

watermelon - do films ever make you cry?

All the time. I cry at both happy and sad things. I can't help it.

sapphos - favorite poet?

Edgar Allen Poe, Emily Dickenson, Tennyson

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

I have about eight--some from childhood and a few new ones.

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

Peonies, always peonies.

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

I have some light blue and gold teacups/saucers/teapot from the 2015 film Cinderella. For an everyday one, a giant mug with the Haunted Mansion wallpaper.

sunset - what are your pronouns?

she/her

#sweet asks #january 2022

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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(@whimpers-and-whumpers) concept: Chris in college. He has to do a certain number of gen ed credits to get his degree. He ends up in a mythology class. Chris has a breakdown when the class discussion turns to Baldur, Norse god of light and purity.

CW: Referenced past pet whump, traumatic memories, vaaaaague suggestions about past noncon, past whump of a minor, brief internalized ableism, warning for past Oliver being a fucking creep

“Well, this one just has a stupid name,” Ben says, squinting at his mythology textbook, tapping at a page.

“What, what is it?” Chris and Ben are ‘studying’ together, which today mostly means Ben is studying and Chris is thinking about Laken’s arms when they wear a tank top.

Ben is on is stomach on his bed, book open in front of him, while Chris lays on his back on the surprisingly plush shaggy rug that Ben bought at Target three weeks ago. Chris could sleep on this thing if he wanted, it’s so comfortable. Not that Chris can’t sleep pretty much anywhere.

Chris closes his eyes, thinking about Laken’s smile, with their slightly crooked incisor tooth on the one side, when Ben says, “Baldur.”

Chris’s eyes open back up.

Baldur, darlin’. His Sir is calling him, hand on his head, waking him from his doze hidden under his desk, curled into a ball in the safe, dark space. Baldur, wake up, sweetheart, were you dreaming again?

“Why would you name a god Bald-er? Like, celebrate not having hair, I guess. What a stupid name.”

Nicky’s voice, wrinkling his nose, saying I’m not going to call you that when he heard.

“That’s not, um, not what it, it, it means,” Chris says. Ben doesn’t use the overhead light when Chris is in his room - it buzzes in a way that gets under Chris’s skin. Instead, he uses warm yellowy lamps, and opens the curtains over the window to let outside light in.

“Oh, you know this?” Ben looks up, and Chris’s face is carefully schooled emptiness, as much as it can be. Ben doesn’t know what to look for, so he doesn’t see it, and that’s what matters.

“Yep,” Chris says, shifting uneasily. Laying on his back suddenly feels wrong and also entirely right, exactly how he’s meant to be. He catches himself and pushes up to seated, looking out Ben’s window, focusing on the blue sky, slivers of white clouds, the gentle rattle of wind against the window when it gusts.

He reminds himself that he can go out there whenever he wants.

“Well... tell me something about him that’s more interesting than this stupid paragraph.” Ben taps the page again.

Sir, can, can, can you-... can you, can-

Words, Baldur. Do you need to practice with the metronome again?

No! No... no thank you... Sir. I, I can... can you... tell me about... the mistletoe, again?

Much better. Of course I can, darlin’. Come kneel here next to me.

“Baldur is, um, is, is... Old Norse it means, um, ‘brave’.” Chris sighs, fiddling with the seam of his pants, shifting his hands up to rub at a rough spot on his knee, then up to the feather necklace he’s always wearing, rubbing at the textured, carved plastic carefully. “Or, you know, in, um, in... sometimes they, they think, it’s the same as, as... same root as Belobog-”

“The same what as what now?”

“Um, Belobog is, um, is, is, is... is is is, is a, a day... a god of day. Slavic. Um. But, but so, so there’s this idea that maybe Baldur meant, um, Baltas, or, um, an older word like it, because Baldur was, was... beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” Ben watches him with interest, but Chris doesn’t look at him. His Sir’s voice is in his ear, a hand tipping up his chin. Somewhere his Sir is... is still there, not in the big mansion with the hallway anymore, but... he’s somewhere. And Chris can feel him.

“Yeah,” Chris says, almost breathes. “Baldur was, was, was, was... was the most beautiful god.” He feels every line of his face, that his Sir once traced with his fingertips. He’s pretty. He knows he’s pretty. Too beautiful to be for anything else, sweetheart.

“Wow. So, what else do you know about him?”

It starts like this, darlin’. Baldur had a dream...

“Baldur... had a dream,” Chris says, and his voice shifts, slows down. He goes still where he sits on the rug, staring outside at the sky through Ben’s window. He sits perfectly still, breathing in a slow, even in-and-out, as if guided by the ticking of the metronome all over again. “He dreamed... about dying. And his mother did, too. His mother... dreamed his, his death. Just, just like he did.”

Ben’s face is serious and thoughtful, watching as Chris’s thumb stops rubbing at the feather necklace, and it drops back to thump against his chest.

“He was... sad, because the gods... the, the, the gods-... sorry, wrong, um, bad words, I just-... the gods...”

The gods dream in prophecy, Baldur, pretty thing. Never forget. Gods dream futures.

Yes, yes, yes, Sir.

And I dreamed your future, so what does that make me, sweetheart?

Did Sir ever dream this?

“The gods dream in prophecy,” Chris says, echoing his Sir’s voice in his head. “Frigg was, was, was scared.”

“Wait, that’s-” Ben turned pages in his notebook. “You mean Freya?”

“Frigga, Frija, Frigg,” Chris mumbles. The sky outside the window seems so far away, now.

“She, um, she went around and asked... asked, um, everything on Earth to, to... to promise they would never, never hurt Baldur. And... everything did, except... mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe? Like, the shit you kiss under at New Year’s?”

“Right. Everything but, but mistletoe.” He pulls his knees tight to his chest and sits like that, feeling Sir’s hand drift over the back of his neck, two fingers crook underneath soft leather of a collar Chris no longer wears. “It was... small, and a soft, soft thing, unimportant. When... when Loki-”

“Oh, I know who he is,” Ben says confidently, smiling now - but there’s a hint of something like worry in his eyes as he takes in Chris sitting perfectly still, like he’s carved from stone.

“When, when Loki heard... he had a, a, a spear made of mistletoe. Loki didn’t, didn’t want to get in trouble for murder, so, um... so, so, so so so he gave the spear to, to, to Baldur’s brother, who was blind. Everyone threw things, at, at Baldur, and it bounced off, and Baldur’s smile was... was like the sun. Everyone loved him.”

Who could ever love you, pretty pet, but me?

“Baldur’s brother threw the, the spear. And killed him.”

Ben blinks, shifts forward. “He did? Holy shit.”

“Um, yes. Because, because the mistletoe-”

“Right. Because the mistletoe never promised not to hurt-... wow, that’s dark shit. Loki did that on purpose?”

“Yeah, he, um, he’s Loki. So. But, so, so, so... so this person, Baldur’s own family, um... killed him.”

“Yeah... shit. What happened after that?”

Chris rubs at the back of his neck, and feels the warmth of his Sir’s palm press over his hand, feels his mouth press a kiss to Chris’s coppery hair-

No, his hair is blue now. He did it himself. His hair is blue.

“Baldur,” He whispers, “went, went, went to, to, to... to... to hell-... I mean, um, to, to Hel, the goddess of the underworld. She, she, she saw his beauty and-... kept him. Be, beside her. And... and he couldn’t, couldn’t escape it, and come back, unless everything on earth cried for, for, for, for... for his loss. But one giant refused. So...” He trails off. “That’s, um, that’s... there’s more, but... yeah.”

“Wow.”

Chris swallows.

Well done, darlin’. You’ve never forgotten a single thing you learned for me...

“How do you know all this shit about fucking Norse gods, Chris?” Ben taps his pen on his paper, looking at his own sharp, angular handwriting, the notes he’s been taking all along.

Unlike Chris’s notebooks, covered in loopy scrawling writing and with the margins full of doodles of shapes and little drawings of animals, Ben’s margins are as neat and empty as they can be.

Chris usually feels like what his hand draws, a constant movement, a constant shift, filling his life in with his motion. Right now, though, he feels like Ben’s margins, empty open space. Paint over what was there before, and nothing’s left but the blank spots.

Chris shrugs. He pretends he doesn’t feel the soft weight of his Sir’s hand, resting just over the back of his neck, the brush of his lips over Chris’s earlobe, the whisper of his voice sending a shiver down his spine.

Beautiful boy. Would you like to hear about how Odin got his eight-legged horse today, darlin’?

Yes, yes... yes, Sir. Tell... tell me, tell, but can I... after can you tell me about, about Baldur again?

Silly boy. Of course I can. Lay down on your back for me.

“I, I knew someone,” Chris says, his heart skipping a beat. He can almost feel himself leaning back into a phantom hand through his hair, ready to lay down on navy silk sheets, like none of the good things ever happened.

Like he’s still a beautiful boy, living in hell.

He breathes in, and then out. Tries to replace the feeling of Sir’s arms around him with the daydream he’s been having about Laken’s arms instead.

“I knew someone who, um... who liked the, the stories about Baldur. A, a long time ago.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. A, um... a kid.”

“Like, a brother? I thought you just had your adopted brothers.”

“Um, no, not, not, not... not my brother.” Chris grips onto his feather necklace, again. He can almost feel the warmth of Laken’s skin when they accidentally bump against him in line to get dinner at the dining hall. “Not my brother. Just... just, um, a kid... who was kind of like me.”

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Tagging: @burtlederp , @finder-of-rings , @endless-whump , @whumpfigure , @slaintetowhump , @astrobly @newandfiguringitout , @doveotions , @pretty-face-breaker , @boxboysandotherwhump , @oops-its-whump @moose-teeth , @cubeswhump , @cupcakes-and-pain @whump-tr0pes @whumpiary - @whimpers-and-whumpers

(Nicky - briefly referenced here - is @orchidscript’s OC Henry)

#whump #recovering whumpee #trauma recovery #chris the strawberry blond romantic #traumatic memories #oliver branch is gross #past noncon reference #past pet whump #trauma recovery whump #flashbacks tw #ptsd tw

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awilddreamermain · 3 years

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Hi, Chels! Congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! You deserve every follower and more! That is a threat, I'm holding everyone hostage 🔪

I would love to get a MHA matchup, I wanna see who you'd match me with! Got me so curious! SFW & NSFW if you'd be willing!

My name is Chloe but I prefer May, nicknames include May-May, Maybell or Chlo.

I'm 25, pronouns are she/he, Cancer Moon, Aries Sun and Virgo Rising. Quite the weird mash of zodiacs, huh?

My favorite colors are pink (that soft pastel kinda baby pink), red (especially blood/garnet red) and...can I add pink again? Any shade of pink this time. Bubblegum or hot pink.

Favorite AU's include A/B/O, Mafia, Historical, Fantasy and does Mythical Creatures count?

Oh...oh boy, I gotta look deep for some fun facts that aren't just...facts but I'll do my best!

1) My sneezes are so short and high pitched I go "chu".

2) I have vitiligo, makes me look like a dog because it's mostly around my mouth and my right eye so I have a spot!

3) I have atrocious balance, my knees and shins are always banged up because I cannot for the life of me walk correctly.

4) I have a stutter, on top of speaking so quickly it turns into a jumbled mess. So good luck understanding what I said because I have no idea either.

5) I have a growing unicorn plush collection. My favorite is Cupcake, one that's actually taller than I am. Big chunk.

My likes are pretty simple. Cute & soft sweaters, blankets, warm coffee and strawberry milk, pastries and the cold! Winter is my favorite season. History, particularly the Medieval and Victorian times.

My interests revolve around creativity and you could say they're my hobbies as well. Drawing in particular, I used to do digital but I'm stuck with traditional pencil and paper at the moment. I'm dipping my toes into painting and its very fun! Obviously writing and reading and if I'm not doing of those listed then I'm definitely playing video games.

Personality I might say I'm quite split down the middle. At first, to a complete stranger I might come across as cold, stoic, with a resting bitch face, that just wants to get whatever I'm outside for done so I can leave. I'd create a witty or sarcastic comeback if I was given sass by a Karen but with my speech issues? I'd be lucky to get one coherent word out at her...and spend the rest of the day fantasizing what could've happened. So I'm rather quiet, agoraphobia hits hard in large or crowded places so I'm an anxiety riddled mess on the verge of a panic attack. In private or with people that I'm comfortable with? Complete opposite. Happy, bubbly, cracking puns and jokes so get those groan worthy reactions. I try to be the "mom friend" and get over my issues if someone is having it worse, I'll march up to a counter and ask for ketchup if someone wanted it but was too scared to do it themselves. The shoulder to lean and cry on, I'm highly empathetic and understanding, compassionate at times. But I have to actively try and keep myself positive and say good things about myself because I do fall into the pit of self-loathing and hate.

For appearance I'd say I'm average height, pale with white splotches that are inching larger due to my vitiligo, chubby, ashy blonde, blue eyes, button nose. I'd say I'm decently cute? I don't know if I can rate myself.

Okay I know I said I'd be looking into Zodiac compatibility for this but— I literally just screamed internally "KIRISHIMA" when I was reading this. You two would be perfect omg. This Libra king would do anything for you. For this you're an artist and the daughter of a mafia boss :) I like to think of ship names sometimes so like, yours would either be like Eijmay or Mayjirou or Kiriloe— that last one and first are awful I know so lets go with the second? I can't write a proper stutter for the life of me so I tried to keep your dialogue to the minimum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AU: Mafia

⠀Theme Song: You're The One That I Want - Alex & Sierra

How you meet (his point of view):

⠀⠀The gallery was full of black and white suits, tight, floor length dresses with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses meeting his ears. It was a joyous evening, celebrating the wonderful art work created by the boss's daughter. He had never met her before but he had heard whispers, all good as no one would dare slander the name of their leader's precious little girl. You were the boss's pride and joy, thus he kept you as far away from the darker side of the family business as possible.

⠀⠀Kirishima was still a new hire, a bodyguard of sorts and would consider this his first gig. He had an idea of who he was looking for as he walked further into the mass of people admiring your work but didn't expect what he would eventually come across. You were as far away from the crowd as you possibly could be, guzzling glasses of wine and over all appearing to be a deer in headlights. He couldn't fugure out for the life of him why you seemed so frightened until he watched people approach you to talk, noticing the stutter in your voice when you replied to questions and greetings,your body language telling people to stear clear of you.

⠀⠀So, he did what he was hired to do. "Kindly step away from the lady." He said with a smile, approaching with his large arms crossing over his broad chest as he towered over the guests. They looked at him as if he were a giant shark looking to devour them before scurrying away, leaving the two of you alone. He stood quietly, listening to the voices on the other side of his ear piece as his ruby eyes scanned the area around you. He made sure to not stand so close and avoided in letting his gaze wander.

⠀⠀He couldn't help but admire your skin in quick glances, finding the spot over your eye to be quite adorable. Your silky, ask blonde hair was all dolled up for the event, light make up on your face but not enough to cover the vitiligo. You were stunning and his heart hammered against his chest. So the rumors were true.

⠀⠀You thanked him, voice quiet and careful as you set down your wine glass and clasped your hands together. Out of the corner of his eye he watched you twiddle your thumbs. You didn't want to be here, did you? This obviously wasn't your idea, how could it be? A girl like you, timid as a mouse, didn't want to be surrounded by strangers. "Miss..." He began, thinking carefully because the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the boss and likely get himself killed. But this was his job wasn't it? Making sure you were happy and safe? "Would you like to leave here for a bit? We'll come back of course, but you look like you need some air."

Extra.

He ended up taking you to a drive thru restaurant and got you whatever you wanted, letting you talk about whatever you wanted or sat quietly if you chose not to talk at all If it was quiet in the suv then that was fine too, he just wanted to help you in any way he could. Eventually the silence becomes small talk and then leads to a rather deep conversation about whatever the hell was going on inside that beautiful brain of yours. Kirishima wasn't the smartest man but he wasn't stupid, he wasn't as clueless as most thought he was. You told him how your father made you do this as an attempt to get you out there, to socialize and possibly find a suitor. This was the mafia after all.

The Confession:

⠀⠀It was a tradition now, every Sunday you and Eijirou would go to your favorite café to have coffee and enjoy the early day weather before it got too hot. You sit at the same table, in the same chairs with him facing the door. You get the same drinks and food and just overall enjoy each others company. After that night at the gallery you two became fast friends, which your father obviously had to approve of but thankfully he did. Kirishima was a good man, he's trustworthy and puts you before himself.

⠀⠀The day he approached your father and asked to speak in private was the day he knew he was likely to get thrown in the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean. He has confessed his feelings for you to your old man, who listened intently with a blank face behind his desk. "Sir, I'm in love with your daughter, and with your blessing I'd like to... court her." He was utterly terrified when your father cleared his throat and sighed, shifting where he sat so he could stand and move around the desk. He reached out for a handshake which Kirishima looked up at him with a questioning look.

⠀⠀Your father gave his blessing and now... He just had to tell you, his best friend, that he loved you. God he loved you so much— "Kiri," you interrupted his thoughts, bringing him crashing back to reality," a-are you alright? You seem nervous." He swallowed hard in response but cleared his throat, taking a sip of his cappuccino.

⠀⠀"Oh yeah— definitely." He breathed with a laugh, moving a hand to the back of his neck to scratch. How was he going to say it? "So, uh—" he licked his lips, adjusting himself in his seat multiple times until he groaned and leaned forward. "Fuck, I'm just gonna say it— Maybell, I love you. I have for a long time now and I talked to your father and he said—"

⠀⠀"Said what, Eijirou?" Your eyes widened at his confession and he felt like a complete idiot. Should he had said something to you first? Was this a mistake? What if you didn't feel the same way? God his mind was going to explode—

⠀⠀"That I could... court you. With your permission." You were quick to nod and smile to his surprise, which prompted a grin if his own.

Extra.

Kirishima HAS to be facing the door in any public place you go to. I don't make the rules.

He never let's you walk close to the road, he has to be between you and it at all times when you're walking.

He oders your food and drinks for you when you can't but is there for moral support when you do. He wants you comfortable and happy. He wouldn't ever dare get in your way though, you're a lot stronger and braver than most may think you are.

The Relationship:

⠀⠀On days like this, Kirishima can't help but admire you. He catches himself staring wuite often but he just can't help it. What did he do to deserve such a beautiful partner? He looks at you and all he can think about is how much he loves you and wants to see you smile. He watched you from the kitchen island, leaning against it as you waltz around the kitchen in your pinky fuzzy slippers and one of his shirts that's much, much too big on you. He remembers your surprise when you found his clothing was actually too big on you and how happy you were.

⠀⠀"Maybell?" He hums, adjusting his stance and crossing his arms on the counter. He listened for you to him back in response, a smile on his lips. "You look so cute in my clothes.

⠀⠀You giggled, shaking your head and continued putting the dishes away until Eijirou appeared behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and his forehead coming down on your shoulder. "Need somethin' baby?" You turned your head just slightly, a brow cocked inquisitively. He squeezed you in response, swiftly lifting you and making you squeal. Thankfully you didn't have anything in your hands at the moment. He peppered kisses all over the side of your face, setting you down only to lift you again bridal style.

⠀⠀"I've got all I need right here in my arms." He chuckled and you playfully smacked his chest, letting him carry you to your shared bedroom.

Extra.

TICKLE FIGHTS.

He thinks your sneezes are the cutest thing in the world.

He loves your god awful puns, they crack him up every time.

Adores the fact you're a nurturer, especially with your friends. He thinks you'd make a great mother but if that's something you don't want he respects that.

You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you? Eijirou is always there to be your shoulder to lean and cry on, he's your sound board and is always happy to let you talk about your feelings with him. You're allowed to not be happy and bubbly all the time, he realizes how staying positive all the time can actually do more damage than goof, especially if you bottle everything up.

If on a particular day you're struggling with your speech he's happy to be your voice as well. He understands you better than anyone, even your own father.

Speaking of your father, he can't wait to make Eijirou his son-in-law! He's a good man with a good heart and treats you right, what's not to like?

He has trouble saying no to you and spoils you quite a bit.

The Fights:

...

Extra.

There's nothing, what you say goes and all he can say is "yes dear". He knows better than to argue with you, however when he's right and he knows he is, he finds a way to prove it without making you mad.

The Sex:

⠀⠀"Fuck baby—" he hissed, hands finding your hips and guiding you as you rub yourself on his cock. Your hands are on his thighs and your head is tossed back, giving him the perfect view of your tits. God he loves them, he loves the plush skin of your stomach and your thighs, your ass too, he loved seeing all of you. He was so happy that you allow him this privilege of seeing you, granted you've been dating a while now but still. Your sounds are music to his ears and all he wants is to make more, make you feel so good you're calling his name and making a mess.

He wanted— no, needed, to feel you, to feel inside your warm and wet cunt, to feel it squeeze him and milk him dry. He was quick to flip the two of you over, careful to not hurt you as he did. You gasped and giggled, reaching up to hold his face as he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He loved your taste, he could go on and on about all the things he loved about you all day if he could. "You want it baby?" You nodded excitedly, lip caught between your teeth. He smirked and reached between the two of you, thick fingers tracing a line between your lips and slipping inside your soaked pussy.

"D-Daddy—" you whine, a slight pout on your lips as your face morphs into one of pleasure. He chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before removing them and grabbing his cock. He coated it more in your slick, guiding it between tge lips of your cunt before slowly pushing inside, groaning at how tight you are. You squeal of course, gasping for breath because Kirishima is an impressive size, you still struggled to take him sometimes but like a good girl you always managed.

"That's my good girl." He cooed, moving so his forearms were on either side of your head. He gave a couple test thrusts, waiting for you to adjust u til you nodded for him to continue.

Extra.

Terrified of activating his quirk while he's fucking you, but he keeps himself under control.

He loves his hair pulled and he loves to be bitten, he especially likes it when you scratch his back when he hits that good spot.

Eats you out for his pleasure mostly, but for yours as well. He loves when you grind on his face and moan his name when you do it. Speaking of, please sit on his face, he loves that shit. He knows how to be careful of his teeth!

If you have pets they CANNOT be in the same roon when you're doing the do, it's just weird.

He'd happily bend you over in the kitchen and do you right there. Hell, he'll fuck you anywhere you deem suitable.

He likes to do a mixture if praise and degradation with you, and edging and overstimulation is a big go-to. He just loves seeing you squirm under him, hr loves hearing you beg and say you need him.

#dreamer's 800 follower event

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hip-hip-she-gayyy · 2 years

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Answer all of them ;D

You asked for it :P

soft asks: 1. cherry - what is your sexuality? Lesbian! 2. lollipop - favorite makeup products? I don't really wear makeup, but when I do it's mostly just fun shit like eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and/or lipstick. 3. daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be? @delicateladybluebird's wife :P 4. october - what month were you born in? February! 5. caress - do you like to snuggle? Yes! 6. ivory - describe your pajamas? Pink hammered satin shorts/cami set 7. golden - favorite stationary product? I love a good pen 8. freckles - most-worn article of clothing? black work pants 9. twilight - best friend? My buddy, Derrik <3 10. silk - do you like k-pop? I don't really get into it 11. poppy - favorite pastel color? yellow 12. dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face? eyes and freckles 13. sunkissed - autumn or spring? spring! I love blooming things 14. buttery - favorite snack? @delicateladybluebird, but also cheese sticks lol 15. whisper - how much sleep do you get? Usually around 8 hours 16. pencil - do you own a journal? I have some old ones, but I don't really journal much anymore. 17. cupcake - are you a good cook? I like to think I'm pretty good-- I don't get a lot of practice these days, though. 18. honey - favorite term of endearment? Unironically, "my lady" 19. clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams? I don't really have any recurring ones that aren't some form of tech week stress nightmare 20. velvet - who was your first crush? Sarah Michelle Gellar in Buffy 21. paper - favorite children’s book? I was obsessed with reading as a kid, so I can't really narrow it down. I do have a soft spot for reading Amelia Bedelia to kids. 22. peaches - do you have a skincare routine? When I actually follow it: I use a gentle face wash, toner, a gentle moisturizer, and undereye lotion. In the winter I use a heavier moisturizer. 23. mochi - favorite studio ghibli film? Spirited Away!! 24. backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend? Oh, yeah, a ton. Were they ever consistent? No, not at all. 25. strawberry - favorite fruit? It's either lemons or pomegranates 26. kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?, Yup! First girl I ever kissed was one of my best friends in elementary school. 27. nightlight - do you read before bed? I fucking wish T_T 28. shampoo - favorite scent? Probably coconut right now 29. skin - what distant relative are you closest to? My cool second cousin! 30. aphrodite - favorite actress/actor? Idk probably Kristen Stewart? 31. cuddles - do you have any pets? Yes! Too many cats lol 32. lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite? Ooooh, tough one. Either my burnt orange velvet wrap dress OR my gold square neck dress that reminds me of Belle 33. sheets - sanrio or san-x characters? Sanrio, but also I really love Rilakkuma 34. cream - frozen yogurt flavor? I usually go for cheesecake-y flavors.

35. watermelon - do films ever make you cry? Yup! I'm a bit of a crybaby lol 36. sapphos - favorite poet? I'm a basic bitch, Emily Dickens 37. plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own? Uhhhh, 5 axolotls, 1 mini german shepherd my roommate in college gave me, a giant rainbow caterpillar, and I think that's it? 38. roses - what flower do you find most beautiful? Sunflowers! Peonies are a pretty close second, though 39. sweetheart - favorite mug/cup? I have two disney princess mugs a friend gave me for Christmas back in high school. We don't talk anymore and I'm not like the biggest disney fan, but I like having them and thinking of her when I use them. 40. sunset - what are your pronouns? She/her!

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Birthday Wish

Birthday Wish: A Captain America Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 1236

Warnings: PTSD, but mostly it’s just fluff

Synopsis: Steve isn’t having a great birthday until he comes home to you.

Birthday Wish

Steve slumped through the door. Today had been awful. More than he had predicted and he’d set himself up for the fact that it was going to be bad. It started well. Waking in your arms, the slow lovemaking. The shower together. The resistance to leaving and the promise that he could shirk of his duty and just stay in bed. That you’d make it worth his while.

As much as he had wanted to spend his birthday just with you he knew he couldn’t. His birthday had stopped being about him the moment he took the super serum and put on that ridiculous red, white and blue suit complete with booty shorts over tights. He had a duty, and if this made people happy he’d do it.

Not all of it was terrible really. Getting up to find Bucky and Sam had made him breakfast was nice. The fact that the others had come to join him for it was touching too. Though by the 18th joke about his age he was more than a little over it.

The parade was too much. Way too much. It was too loud. The screaming of the crowds managed to hit that exact spot that he was taken right back to the ISO tour and feeling like a dancing monkey. Plastering that fake smile on his face as he waved to the crowd made his stomach knot and it felt like he had a heavy weight pressing down inside him.

He actually quite enjoyed talking to veterans. He would have enjoyed it much more if he’d actually been able to spend the time to talk to them properly. Share some stories. Maybe a drink. Make some meaningful connection with them as human beings and not just pause briefly to say a few words before he was ushered onto the next person.

Then there was the whole ceremony thing. Sitting on stage while people he didn’t know gave speeches. More jokes about his age. Some kind of plaque. A god damn statue that was being placed in Brooklyn like that was ever what he fucking wanted in his life. He gave a speech. Thanked people in false words. Spoke about Nazis and the state of the country. Not that anyone even listened anymore. He shook hands with way too many people. To the point that it started to feel like it wasn’t even him doing it. Each time the men squeezed his hand hard like they were trying to assert their strength on him. He understood. He’d been the little guy once too.

Then it was a party. Thrown by Tony of course. He tried to relax and enjoy himself but drinking did nothing and the room was full of strangers still, most of them wanting their own piece of him. His friends had tried to help. Pulling him out of long awkward conversations. Getting him to play pool. It still wasn’t what he wanted. He just wanted it to be small. Dinner and cake and maybe only one or two mentions of how he’s a hundred and then everyone moving on from that particular joke.

There were more speeches. A giant cake in the shape of his shield with layers inside of red, white and blue cake because of course, that was all there was to Steve Rogers. The American flag and a shield. Then the fireworks had started.

That was when he’d excused himself. It was one thing to have to pretend to be having fun when he wasn’t. It was a totally another thing to pretend that he wasn’t hearing gunfire and mortar shells exploding with each flash of color.

They were still going off now and he set his jaw, trying to just make it to his room so he could bury himself under his pillow. When he opened the door he had not been prepared to find a blanket fort set up around his bed. He chuckled and felt himself relax just a little. The tightness in his jaw released as he laughed and he felt his shoulders loosen and drop just a little.

He could see light radiating through the blankets from fairy lights and he approached the bed and popped his head in. You were lying on your stomach watching a movie on the TV that you had encompassed into the fort Piles of pillows were stacked all around you and you had a plush blanket draped over your body. You looked up at him and grinned up at him. “What’s going on in here?” He asked.

“Thought you might be a little done with the festivities. Made you a place to hide.” You said. “Can’t tell there are fireworks in here.”

He climbed in with you, already feeling light. There was a tightness in his chest and all he could think was how lucky he had been when you came into his life. “What are you watching?” He asked.

“Wizard of Oz.” You answered sitting up cross-legged. “Want me to start it over?”

He shook his head. “No, it’s okay. That’s an oldie. One of my favorites.”

“Yeah. I know. I guess I have a thing for classics.” You say and lean in against him.

“That’s the one you get.” He said kissing you on top of the head.

“Been getting a lot, my love?” You asked looking up at him.

“Just a bit. You could say that.” He replied.

You sat up and scrambled to the edge of the bed and when you returned you had a cupcake with a single candle on it and a lighter. The cake was chocolate and had bright yellow frosting on top. You lit the candle and held the cake up to him. “Happy birthday, Steve.”

“The frosting is yellow.” He said.

“Mmm…” You hummed. “Thought you might have gotten sick of red, white and blue.”

He smiled and cupped your jaw for a moment looking deep into your eyes as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “I love you so much, you know?”

“I know. I love you too. Now blow out the candle and make a wish.” You answered.

He took a deep breath in and blew, the candle flickered and winked out. You took the candle out and tossed it in the trash before lifting the cake to Steve’s mouth. “What did you wish for?” You asked as he took a bite.

He chewed and swallowed, sucking on his lip to clean the sugary frosting off. “I didn’t. I’ve got everything I want right here.”

“That is so sappy. I can’t even.” You said and smashed the cake into his face.

“Oh, now you’re in for it.” He said, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back. You squealed and kicked your legs as he tickled your sides. Slowly he stopped looking down at you. You gazed back up at him and bit your bottom lip. “What is it?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you.” You answered. “And also you have some frosting, right…” You brought your lips to his and kissing him deeply, your hands running up over the muscles of his back. He pressed his weight down against yours and hummed contentedly against your lips. You pulled back gently and smiled up at him again, ruffling his hair. “Happy Birthday, Steve.”

He kissed you again and realized maybe it was after all.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #birthday wish

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So as a simultaneous end of the year/ completion of Golden Echoes/ launch of Buried Gold celebration, I thought it would be neat to go through every chapter and post my favourite line/phrase/sentence/paragraph/etc from each. Why? Is this a genuine celebration? Do I think I’m funny and laugh at my own jokes? Am I actually just procrastinating? Yes. (Very obviously spoilers for the entire fic.)

Prologue: Lost Darkness, pierced by the faint glow of sunlight through the holes in the ceiling. The sound of dripping water, pooling in the centre of the room.

Prologue: Found It remembered a time of life and colour, when it danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off its happiness and energy and gave him their own. Would it ever experience that again?

Prologue: Name Old, brittle bones grinded. Rusted metal sounded against the tiled floor. Colourless eyes softly glowed silver.

Returned ...whoever thought it was a good idea to create a horror attraction out of the actual murders of actual children needed to have their heads readjusted. Forcefully. With a mask full of crossbeams and wires.

Exploration ...servos and circuits, they had been at this location for an hour and Freddy was already having a terrible day. Also it was 10 AM. The location operated at night. Why.

Darkness So young, and left without a voice. I ask you now to make your choice. Clean the tiles of blood and tears? Or let them suffer with their fears?

Void He called up a memory, of turquoise eyes and golden fur, of whispers in the night that meant nothing and everything, of a feeling of happiness, that nothing would ever change, because the world was already perfect.

Balloons Of course this place has wonky physics.

JJ “So let me get this straight. A potentially dangerous supernatural rabbit wants me to take a cryptic message to a potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit, and then somehow convince the other potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit and his potentially dangerous animatronic friends that the first potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit is not, in fact, the definitely dangerous child-murdering serial killer who’s...somewhere else. Have I got all that?”

Rabbit Part of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to make a facial expression, but couldn't.

Arcade The Void was not cooperating.

Parts Things had always seemed much brighter when they were two.

Guard Whatever came to one or the other's mind, in the breaks between people coming through and Sam playing creepy sounds over the speakers because 'a couple of teenagers are smooching on cam six, do they you realize I can see you, jesus christ, why are you even snogging in a horror attraction anyway, I really don't get the appeal, I swear to god-' or something along those lines, anyway.

Adventure Peace wasn't a feeling the ghost had had for a very long time.

Notes ...it had been a handful of wild yellow daisies a little girl had found, and he’d woven them into a ‘flower crown’ (actually more of a flower bracelet- the girl had picked as many as she could hold, but children had small hands) and put it on Fredbear’s hat when his partner wasn’t looking. Fredbear had promptly worn it all that night and the next day, daisies and all. Spring hadn’t been sure if he’d noticed or not, but either way, it had been very cute.

Cupcakes If the kid wanted a dinosaur, the kid should get a dinosaur, as far as he was concerned. Clothes were clothes. Why did people kick up such a stink about it sometimes?

Tapes “Uh, hello? Hello, hello! Uh, there’s been a slight change of company policy concerning use of the suits. Um, don’t.” “Oh gee,” JJ muttered, “imagine. It’s almost as if they were giant metal deathtraps.”

Talk ...she didn’t need to understand every aspect of Springtrap's life. That was Springtrap’s job, and he was apparently terrible at it.

Performance “It smells like something crawled in there and died.”

Gold Fredbear had been Springtrap’s heart and soul; as much as he loved the children and gave each performance his all, his real reason for living was in the bear who sang beside him. Springtrap remembered singing on stage, a guitar in his hands and love in his soul. He remembered stolen kisses in the night, waltzing on cool tiles with music nobody else could hear. He remembered stealing Fredbear’s hat dozens of times, running off wearing it and giggling like a small child himself. He remembered quiet nights, when the only sounds were his guitar and Fred’s soft humming, sometimes the same tune, sometimes not, but neither of them ever cared. He remembered curling up together, watching stars twinkle in the night sky beyond the walls of the little diner, and truly believing that the time they had together was infinite.

Stage He was holding something. He looked down, opened his hand and saw a gleaming purple microphone, accented with gold. It had been years, decades, since he had last seen it, but he recognized it. He knew what it meant. "Even after everything, I’m still with you."

[Note: this is also the chapter that contained Springtrap’s poem. I’m quite proud of that one, despite how much of a pain it was to write. So, honourable mention]

Notes [Note: wait, crud, there’s two chapters named Notes? I’m gonna have to change one of those later.]

Maybe she just needed to hit something.

Knife [Note: I forgot to actually title this one in AO3. Welp. Better fix that later]

It was slightly strange, a Freddy’s-related crime that was just… basic burglary. It was always the unusual crimes that happened- murder, manslaughter, OSHA violations (so many OSHA violations). But theft? That was new.

Shadows

They lapsed back into silence for a moment. “So, this place… is it real?” In a fashion. It was created from your memories of what is gone. “So… if Fredbear isn’t here…” He is unreachable. “Where?” I cannot tell you. “You don’t know, do you.” The Shadow-Bear was silent, telling Springtrap all he needed to know.

Puppet RWQ… Yes? Stop tormenting the rabbit. You’re no fun. Puppet? She hissed at the purple bear. Stop tormenting the rabbit. “And why would I listen to you?” Because, Shadow Freddy said as the Puppet was slowly levitated up into the air, all four limbs flailing, he’s needed. And also, you are being, as Springtrap so eloquently called RWQ earlier, an asshole.

Voice Specifically, it was more a mixture of blood, rotting flesh, and whatever other bodily fluids lingered in William Afton’s partially mummified decomposing head and was accessible via Springtrap’s mouth, without opening said mouth to the point where someone would notice said partially mummified decomposing head. [Or] Springtrap was displaying remarkable self-restraint. First, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for threatening his friend’s life. Then, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for implying he had a problem with the golden bear. Now, he wasn’t squeezing the life out of JJ in a hug.

Ghosts “No. The thing is, I’ve never had a name I felt truly fit before it. I can’t be Bonnie any more; the Classic model has taken that name, and he is welcome to have it. Spring Bonnie was the name the Man Behind the Slaughter used; I never truly referred to myself with it. Some employees called me Golden Bonnie, to fit with the whispers of a Golden Freddy, but that was never truly a name either, although I suppose I could have gotten used to it eventually. But Springtrap? It lets me keep my past, and it lets me have a future. Sure, it’s a little odd, but I don’t mind. I kind of like it. It’s unique.”

Humans Oh, Spring has a key. That explains where the spare went! When did he get that? Jake’s been looking for it for ages. Not that it’s my business. He says he technically works here, so it’s not stealing. Cheeky. He’s right though.

Henry “I’m not sure whether I should be pissed about the weird way he’s been constructed, or impressed he hasn’t collapsed yet. What the hell is holding him togeth- wait what the hell is that.” Springtrap winced. He knew he should’ve warned them beforehand, but he still tended to hide the rotting corpse. It was instinctive, a sort of habit- born from the fear he would be scrapped is the workers found out, and increased by the fact he was being blamed for murder.

Sound No matter how bad Springtrap’s eyesight could get, no matter how often his joints locked up, Springtrap had always had his rabbit hearing. It had saved his life several times, back when the Classics were hunting him. He had figured out a basic method of echolocation for when his eyes were useless. He relied on his ears, and now they were letting him down for the first time in his life. It scared him.

Doors “Freddy! We have a problem!”

Attack He did. He needed a hand. God, it hurt. Where was his arm? Was that his arm? No, it couldn’t be. He was gold. Not green. Or maybe it was. It was hard to think. Thinking. What a strange concept. The Greeks had invented thinking, hadn't they? Why would they do that?

Rest There were voices. Voices. His voicebox had lungs. His lungs were in his spine. His spine was being held together by lungs. His spine attached to his legs. He had no legs. He heard voices. He couldn’t hear. The grass was nice. Cool. Soft. Green. Like his eyes. Not like his eyes. Like his fur. He had no fur. Like his plush. His plush was green. Or gold. Or red. Or brown. He couldn’t remember which. Maybe it was all of them There was a breeze. It was nice. Warm. Hot. It was sunny. The sun was a star. He liked stars. Stars meant Fredbear. And dancing. Where were his legs? He wanted to dance with the stars. Or with Fredbear. Fredbear. His Fredbear. He missed Fredbear.

Epilogue: Box Smeared down the plaster, it started about six feet up, and grew thicker toward the ground. It looked like Springtrap, or the Purple Guy, had slid down the wall until they were sitting. The tile beneath was stained heavily, and Freddy marvelled at how much blood was in a human body.

Epilogue: Opening ... no killing. That was the new rule. It was a strange one, for Master, but he supposed Master knew what he was talking about. He had changed, too; he had scratched behind his ears a couple days ago and it had felt so good.

Epilogue: Spark He remembered a time of life and colour, when he danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off his happiness and energy and gave him their own. He would experience that again.

#Golden Echoes

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lizartgurl · 5 years

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I wish you would write a fic where Emma’s celebrates her first birthday at the manor

ANDI I LOVE THE NEW ICON IT’S MAGICAL

And this…this got way too long.

Mary and John Grayson were murdered on April 1, 2006. A little over a month later, on May fifteenth, Emma Mary Grasyon, her mother’s namesake, was supposed to celebrate her twelfth birthday in a place that was still strange, where the only family to celebrate with her was her little brother. Neither of them were in a mood for celebrating.

Emma woke up that morning with eight-year-old Richard snuggled against her, squeezing the life from his plush elephant, Zitka, named for their elephant friend from the Circus. She had been a “Welcome Home” gift from Mister Bruce, an attempt to make the vast and empty Wayne Manor feel more alive.

Emma had lion of her own, named Simba. The circus had tigers, but not lions, so her little friend was named after the Lion King who also had to witness his father falling to his death.

Emma tossed Simba across the room, he softly hit the door and fell to the floor as Alfred the Butler opened it.

“I assume Master Richard had another nightmare?” He asked quietly.

Emma nodded, slowly sitting up. Being called “master” or “miss” was still something she was getting used to.

“Then I will bring his uniform in here and make sure to keep the pancakes warm. I believe it would be best to let him sleep for now.”

“Yeah,” Emma agreed, and made her way over to the wide expanse of a vanity, brushing her back into a ponytail, just as she always did.

Alfred didn’t leave, dusting off Emma’s school uniform that had been pressed and set out on her desk chair the night before.

“Did you sleep quite well last night, Miss Emma?” He asked.

Emma snapped the elastic into place, “Just fine,” She assured him.

“If I may,” Alfred pulled a burgundy red ribbon from his pocket, carefully tying a bow around her ponytail.

“Happy Birthday, Miss Emma,” He gave the young girl a soft smile beneath his perfectly groomed mustache.

Emma made the effort to smile up at the old butler. “Thanks, Alfred.”

Thirty minutes later, Richard was running down the stairs, struggling to straighten out his school uniform as he sprinted to join Emma, Bruce, and little ‘Bella at the breakfast table.

“Morning, Champ,” Bruce said, not looking up from his paper. Emma noted that he was reading an article by Clark Kent, one of his friends, about the ridiculousness of the argument of “Batman versus Superman.”

“What’s he say?” Emma asked. Richard punctuated her question by piling tons of whipped cream onto his stack of pancakes, already drenched with syrup. Five-year-old Annabella watched Rick’s experiment of how high he could pile the cream before it fell over with wide brown eyes.

Mister Bruce grunted, “That Batman and Superman would work better together than fighting.”

Emma gave a “huh,” slowly chewing her strawberries and pancakes.

“I bet Superman would win.” She said, taking another bite. Bruce raised an eyebrow in her direction.

“No way!” Rick declared, already standing on his chair. “Batman has all those gadgets and stuff! And he’s smart! He’d find a way to stop Superman!”

“But why would they be fighting?” Annabella asked, forgoing the fork and eating her pancake with her bare hands. Alfred rushed forward with a damp cloth to stave off the syrup.

“That’s a good question, sweetheart,” Bruce leaned forward to kiss his daughter’s forehead, “But you are right, Richard, I bet Batman could take Superman down if he really had to.”

“Well,” Alfred interjected, “I happen to think that Superman could whip Batman’s tush if he so desired.”

Emma, Richard, and Annabella burst into laughter. As if Alfred’s accent weren’t already perfect, the way he said “tush” was still hilarious to a couple of kids.

“Okay, okay, I guess they probably wouldn’t be fighting in the first place,” Bruce stood up to help Alfred clear the dishes, “In fact, there’s been talk that they’re going to start a team with some of the other heroes.”

“Like Wonder Woman?” Emma gasped.

“And Flash?” Richard asked through a mouth of whipped cream.

“And the other heroes who helped them with that alien invasion a couple months ago. Now chew with your mouth closed, champ, and hurry up, we gotta get you two to school.

Middle School would have been absolute Tartarus for “charity project” Emma Grayson if it weren’t for Bette Kane, Bruce’s cousin and heir to her own fortune. Emma giggled as Bette stood up in the middle of social studies to give a five-minute rant about how the myth of Medusa was just a bunch of Greek men with their togas on too tight projecting all their fears onto a woman and how that was still evident in today’s society. The teacher was stone-faced for ten minutes while the class applauded her.

“Alfred told me it was your birthday, today, so I brought cupcakes!” Bette said at lunchtime. They were huddled in their own corner of the courtyard, no one was going to bother them here. There weren’t any candles allowed on school grounds, but Bette sang her the “happy birthday” rendition from Emperor’s New Groove, and Emma had another reason to laugh, though she regretted that the chocolate cupcakes Bette brought tasted nothing like Aunt Kayla’s birthday cakes.

Not even Rick had wished her a happy birthday, she sighed as the three Wayne children arrived home from school to an empty manor. Bella, still in kindergarten, ignored her homework in favor of the gardens, and since Rick was still in elementary school and summer break was fast approaching, he followed. Alfred went with them to supervise after making sure that Emma was content in the Manor’s library with a plate of milk and cookies.

Emma soon abandoned her boring few assignments, scouring the shelves for anything interesting to read. Her eyes fell on a copy of “The Mask of Zorro,” novelization. It sounded only slightly more interesting than “Pride and Prejudice”, but it seemed that it didn’t want to come off the shelf.

With a yank, she managed to pull the book forward, but not completely off the shelf. The floor beneath her feet shook, and that section of the shelf crawled forward, just enough that it could slide in front of another section.

Right behind the shelf was a cool, dark staircase, illuminated with tiny blue lights, curving down and out of sight.

She jumped back, unable to process this discovery, and a few minutes, the shelf returned to its proper position with a loud cranking noise.

She turned and ran from the library.

Alfred was in the kitchen, patching Annabella’s knee, so Emma ran straight for Rick, lining up sticks and pebbles to create his own version of Gotham city.

“Richard! You gotta come see this, now!” It only took minimal dragging to get Rick all the way to the library, but a lot of cajoling to get him to stand right there and be patient while she found the right book. Then, he was the one dragging her down the stairs to see what was hidden at the bottom. Emma was the only one of them who noticed when the door shut behind them. With no apparent way out, she followed Rick to the bottom.

“Woah,” Rick gasped as the stairway opened up into a cavern. Stalactites still hung from the top, interspersed with small groups of annoyed, fluffy bats, but the stalagmites on the floor had been cleared for catwalks, computers, suits in display cases, a giant playing card, and a giant mechanical dinosaur, of all things.

“This is awesome!” Rick shouted to make his voice echo with the dripping water.

Emma had a sneaking suspicion that they shouldn’t be there, and tried to back up, only to run into a wall. But it wasn’t a wall. She turned, and it was Bruce, glaring down at the both of them, arms crossed over a giant, black, Batman symbol on his chest.

“You’re him,” she squeaked.

“Batman!” Rick gasped.

Bruce just sighed, “I didn’t think you would be home from school yet. Get back upstairs, both of you.”

“What? Why?” Rick whined.

“Because I’m Batman, and I said so.” Bruce growled.

Richard glared at Batman’s cape as he sashayed away, confident that was enough to make them obey.

“You can’t make me, you’re not my dad!” He ducked under Bruce’s arm and swung from one catwalk to the next, deftly balancing on the rails as he rain, taking shortcuts a grown man like Bruce couldn’t hope to achieve, even if he was Batman.

As out-of-place as she felt, Emma was curious, about the cave, and about her foster father being Batman. He had been there the night that her family died. Why didn’t he save them? Batman was supposed to be a detective, wasn’t he? So why didn’t he stop Mister Zucco?

Inflamed by a sudden bout of anger, Emma leaped up onto the railing, copying Richard as she ran after Bruce. She landed on his cape for a moment, enough to distract him from grabbing Rick, and then leave him confused over which child to catch first. That gave her enough of a lead to make it to his giant computer.

Bruce caught Richard fairly quickly, a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder as he steered him to where his sister was waiting, but not quite hiding. He was a little ticked to find Emma sitting in his favorite chair- the only chair in his hideout, as a matter of fact- in front of the computer, eyes narrowed and arms folded tightly.

“You know where Zucco is,” She accused coldly, the GPS on display for all to see on the screen behind her.

Bruce couldn’t find an answer as Richard looked up to him, shocked and hurt.

“You were there that night,” Emma stood up, rigid and shaking, “You could have stopped him, and you didn’t. And now Mami, Tati, Aunt Kayla, and Jonny are dead, and Uncle Joseph is paralyzed for life.”

“You’re right,” Bruce admitted, which surprised both Graysons, “I could have stopped Zucco and his men, and I didn’t. I doubted that Zucco would do something so bold in plain sight, and it cost your family their lives.”

Emma’s eyes stung and Bruce released his grip on Richard and took her by the shoulders, kneeling in front of her. “That’s why I took you two in, because I know what it’s like to lose your family, and because I promised myself that I was going to stop Zucco from ever doing something like this again.

Richard sniffed loudly, and Emma wiped her own tears with the hem of her school jacket. “Let us help you,” She begged.

“No,” Bruce said with finality. He stood up, pulling Batman’s familiar cowl over his face. “You two stay here. I’ll take down Zucco and be back in time to tuck the two of you and Annabella into bed.”

Still, Emma and Richard persisted, following him down to the “Bat-Mobile, waiting on a rotating platform to shoot off in any direction at a moment’s notice.

“You two can’t get involved with this,” Bruce insisted, “It’s too dangerous.”

“So was the acrobatics we did at Haly’s.” Emma huffed.

“No. Now get upstairs before I call Alfred,” the top of the Bat-mobile slammed shut, and shot off through the waterfall that concealed the cave’s entrance from the rest of Gotham.

Emma’s hands shook. She didn’t care if Bruce was really batman or Wonder Woman or whatever. Tony Zucco had killed her parents, and she wasn’t going to stand by and let him hurt anyone else, either.

“Emma,” Richard said quietly, “Do you know where Alfred put our old costumes?”

Emma knew her little brother was thinking what she was, and as she grinned at him, her eyes landed on a couple spare masks and sheets of kevlar, just big enough to be called a cape.

Batman caught Zucco and his men breaking into the Graysons belonging left in storage under Joseph Grayson’s name. When he woke up, he was strapped to a spinning target on the grounds previously occupied by Haly’s circus. You could still see some of the darkened dirt where the Graysons had fallen. Zucco was throwing knives at him with reckless abandon, while his men watched and laughed.

“Look out, Batman!” Zucco cackled. Another knife flew through the air, aimed for his heart, but something knocked it to the ground. A dull batarang, one he’d left behind at the cave for Alfred to sharpen.

“Excellent shot, Miss Grayson,” Alfred’s voice manifested over his comms a moment later, as one of Zucco’s thugs had his feet yanked out from beneath him, and another was struck with a batarang to the shoulder.

“Alfred,” Bruce growled so that Zucco couldn’t heard over the sudden commotion.

“I’m afraid that they insisted, as you typically do,” Alfred quipped. “And I can’t very well quarantine all three children in the house at once.”

Bruce rolled his eyes as Emma Grayson, golden wings splayed across her red tunic top, eyes hidden behind a mask, and protected by a yellow skein of kevlar, sliced away the rope holding back his hands.

“Thank you,” He grunted, crouching to the ground. His belt had been stolen, but he grabbed a knife from the target board. With a flick of his wrist, it knocked the fedora clean off Zucco’s head.

Out of Batarangs, Richard and Emma each grabbed a couple knives that had nearly killed Batman to fend off the thugs that were now running at them.

Then Emma saw the gold dangling from Zucco’s pocket. Her mother’s necklace, a robin on a branch, made from solid gold. A Wedding present from John to Mary. She screamed with fury, using her knife to slice the hand Zucco was using to reach inside his coat for another knife. She went for his face next, but it was Batman who grabbed her wrist, blocking her from Zucco, who lay whimpering on the ground.

“He deserves it!” She spat, “He killed them!”

Bruce kicked Zucco in the face with his heavy boots, down for the count as he gripped Emma’s arms tightly.

“It isn’t up to us to decide who lives and who dies. That’s how they think,” He nodded to Zucco, then to his men, who had been casually taken out by a few easy flips from junior acrobat Rick.

“Emma,” Bruce tried again when she refused to look him in the eyes. “Would your parents want you yo give in to your anger, to go down a path that’s very hard to return from, just for them?”

Lip trembling, Emma shook her head, and threw her arms around Bruce, sobbing. Rick joined them a moment later, also crying.

They watched from a distance a few minutes later, as Commissioner Gordon arrived to arrest Zucco’s gang for murder, and thievery. Emma absently traced a heart in the dirt with her toe, holding Richard’s hand.

“I’m proud of you,” Bruce said as the police caravan drove away, “Both of you.”

He drew something from the pouch of his retrieved utility belt. “I believe that this belongs to you,” He held out Mary Grayson’s robin necklace to Emma, securing it around her neck.

“Happy Birthday, Emma.”

#lizart writes #my ocs #nightingale #young justice oc #batfam oc #other people's ocs #shadow #nightwing #robin #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman

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Serena had taken advantage of Red stepping out of the house to get things ready for Valentine's Day. Last year, they'd both totally spaced the holiday since they'd been busy moving into their home. Serena wanted to ensure that this year would be different.

A trail of rose petals leading upstairs to their room would greet Red when he got home, coming to rest at a multitude of goodies set in a heart made of rose petals on the bed. There was a giant bouquet of beautiful red roses, a dozen handmade chocolates shaped into hearts, and a cutesy stuffed Charizard plush holding a heart between its claws.

The final gift was a pair of tickets to Cyllage's aquarium and fossil museum, along with reservations for a luxury suite at the city's prestigious hotel and resort. It came complete with a massage package for their teams as well so they all could relax and unwind during their stay!

Serena's arms would wrap around Red, hugging him from behind. "Happy Valentine's Day! I know we didn't get the chance to do much last year, so hopefully this makes up for it."

Here he was trying to think about how he could make this holiday romantic enough for them both, but Serena had it covered from the very beginning. He had similar ideas to her, except he'd gone out of his way to learn how to make cupcakes from scratch with his soon to be mother-in-law. Maybe they weren't the prettiest in the world but they tasted pretty good, he'd tried his best and although he could cook fine he'd never messed with baking until he met Serena.

When he headed out he went to get the cupcakes, roses in red, orange, and yellow, and a Delphox plush of the same sort as the Charizard he'd see later on. He did his best to not make too much noise when he got home with everything while setting it on the table, trying to make it look presentable enough in his eyes. There was finally one more box he'd set the Delphox on top of, containing a book on Sinnoh's history and mythology, with a pair of plane tickets being used as bookmarks on one of the stories he knew she'd been talking about before; speculation about what the land and pokemon were like far in the past. He thought it might be fun to visit the region itself for vacation, since it seemed like a lot of interest had popped up recently about its history and Serena was always so curious.

But right as he was going to try to call for her, is when he noticed the trail of petals leading upstairs and went to follow it. Despite his attempt downstairs she had him beat by a mile when he saw the heart and all the gifts she'd set out for him. He'd already been smiling but laughed in surprise especially when he was hugged from behind.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too," he replied as he turned to lovingly kiss her. "You're always so incredibly thoughtful, thank you and I love you so much."

"Though I hope you didn't think I wasn't going to do something myself," he snickers. "Maybe we were a bit on the same wave this year I'll admit, but I hope you'll like it anyway."

#sereina #interview with a reluctant legend 🔥 red asks #this is slightly my own fuck up but I think it's cute as I think it showcases that they have similar ideas for romance anyway ;v;

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James x OC: Addicted To You [Part 1]

Since today is @tinalbion ‘s birthday, she's going to be getting a Seduce Me fan fic with her favorite incubus :P Happy birthday sweetie ^_^

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Warmth.

It was gathering all over Cassidy's body and, for a brief moment, she shrugged it off and thought it was simply rays from the dawning sun reaching around the bed.

Until the heat started to travel and trace itself across her delicate skin, starting with her outer thigh, making its way to her hip and then her ribs until it finally snaked its way across her arm.

She started to shiver, but certainly not from feeling anything cold.

Slowly, Cassidy opened her eyes and saw James laying next to her. His whiskey eyes had just a faint shimmer of the color gold, smiling adoringly as she saw that his fingers were the source of that amazing feeling.

"Good morning, love," he whispered, then softly pressed his lips against hers. "I'm sorry if I woke you." Although he said this, the sly gleam in his eyes revealed that he wasn't completely apologetic.

She simply smiled before returning his kiss in the same manner. "It sure is a great way to wake up, though."

James nodded, placing his hand on her hip while his other hand was placed upon her cheek. "Happy birthday, Cassidy," he softly said with a smile.

"I can't believe I'm another year older," she answered, her cheeks dusted with a delicate shade of pink.

"I can't believe that I am in love with such an amazing woman, so I guess we're even," James answered, placing one more kiss upon her brow. "Forgive me but I can't help it. Kissing you is one addiction that I refuse to give up."

Cassidy blushed deepened as she answered him. "Believe me I would never want you to stop kissing me. I.. I don't want to lose you."

James' voice was gentle but firm as he spoke. "Never worry about that, love. I will always love you and I will remain by your side until my dying day."

Cassidy's amber eyes looked upon her husband with nothing but pure joy; there were days like these where she would sometimes wonder how she ended up with such a wonderful man like him.

Twenty minutes later, the two of them were in the kitchen sitting at a small oak table enjoying some coffee when there was a rapid knocking on the front door.

Curious, Cassidy set down her coffee cup, headed into the living room and upon opening the door, was greeted with a giant hug and musical laughter from Matthew.

"Good morning and happy birthday, Cassidy!" Matthew cried, speaking rather quickly as he pulled away from her, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plush doll of a welsh corgi.

Cassidy embraced him in another hug as she replied, "Thank you so much! What brings you here this early?"

Matthew gave a small smirk as he simply answered, "I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. That's all."

"That wicked gleam in your eye says that there's something else on your mind," Cassidy replied, returning a sly grin of her own.

The young incubus blushed, refusing to look her in the eye as he focused on some imaginary spot on his sky blue shirt.

"Ah, Matthew. You're right on time," James said as he entered the room, his cup of coffee still in his hand. Confused, Cassidy turned to her husband with a puzzled look on her face.

"Forgive me, but I forgot to tell you that Matthew was arriving early this morning to bake some cupcakes for an upcoming charity event," James answered, pausing to take a sip of his coffee before continuing. "He called yesterday and asked if he could borrow our kitchen for a few hours. I was more than willing to oblige."

Matthew still wouldn't look at either of them but he nodded in agreement.

"As for you, young lady.." James trailed off, then tenderly kissed her lips before continuing. "We are going to start off this day by taking a stroll through the park and then I can take you wherever you want and we can do whatever you wish. Though I must warn you that I will spoil you rotten, love."

True to his word, James took Cassidy to all of her favorite places and spoiled her rotten. From heading to the local bookstore and buying the latest novel from her favorite author - even after insiting that he didn’t need to do that - to just spending time in his loving arms during a sudden shower after leaving said bookstore, these were the moments that Cassidy would truly cherish. She never thought this day could get any better.

Upon re-entering their home a few hours later, a loud chorus of "Happy birthday!" reached their ears; standing in the middle of their living room were Erik, MAtthew, Damien and Sam - wearing rather colorful party hats - standing behind a table with a rather large vanilla frosted sheetcake; on it beautifully written in sky blue frosting were the words, "Happy Birthday Cassidy"; next to it was a small smiley face drawn somewhat haphazardly in red frosting.

Cassidy was naturally overwhelemed as she rushed over and hugged each of the incubi one by one.

"Yeah yeah, we love you too doofus," Sam playfully chided. "Let's just get to eatin' cake."

A while later after everyone had returned to their own homes, James told her something that took her by surprise. "I for one am rather glad we have the house to ourselves again."

Cassidy was about to ask him why when James suddenly leaned forward and whispered sultrily into her ear.

"Because now I can give you a very special and personal birthday gift. That is, if you truly want it."

Needless, to say, she didn;t need to be told twice.

Blushing yet excited, Cassidy nodded and without missing a beat, James quickly lifted her into her arms, saying only one sentence as he made way to their bedroom:

"As you wish."

#seduce me the otome #james #raestrao #james x oc #tinalbion #birthday gift #and yes there will be a part two #mwhehehehehe

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carmineri · 6 years

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Monthly Merchandise Report, May 2018

It’s time for another Monthly Merchandise Report! This month we’re headed over to Epcot and my favorite store to shop when I don’t know what I am looking for as a souvenir–Mouse Gear. Here’s what I found on a recent morning stroll. Remember, many of these items can be found around Disney property and also through the Shop Parks app.

My daughter lived for these little toy figurines when she was younger. The escapades that Mickey and friends had as they toured the World of Lego, Giant Play Kitchen Universe, and Back Porch Kingdom had to be some great stories to tell.

We’re on the verge of a rush of merchandise for Toy Story Land, and so we’ll see plenty more interesting items in months to come. But this bucket of Little Green Men? If only there was some other toy men that came in a bucket, or something that came in a barrel that would fit in the Toy Story world…

Are tsum tsums on the way out? If so, don’t tell Derek. But it looks like the latest in compact plush is Ufufy. Anyone know how to pronounce that one?

I have a fond recollection of my doctor’s office as a kid having a bunch of large plastic Mickey banks. It’s neat to see that everything old is new again.

Months ago, I spotted these plush Mickey Bars and Dole Whip characters at The Emporium. I’m guessing that the line was successful, as we now have new additions….

Plush Cupcake, Plush Caramel Apple….

Plush Mickey Pretzel, and…

Plush Minnie Macaron. What do you think? Cool or creepy?

Speaking of plush toys, my daughter has largely aged out of Disney Junior shows, but if she hadn’t, I’d be thinking about these cuties from Elena. Aren’t they adorable?

In the adorable category, Flower and Garden merchandise is still available, including this cute shirt featuring everyone’s favorite purple dragon. I’m always hopeful that more Figment merchandise means he’ll be around for years to come.

If you want Figment without a Flower and Garden tie-in, this shirt caught my eye.

For cuteness in the kids’ department, this shirt was one I seriously thought about buying.

I also liked this eye chart style shirt, but Mickey looks a little creepy…and not because of the glasses. What do you think?

Worried about opening day crowds for Toy Story Land? Disney’s got a shirt for that.

You probably have a few more months before all the 2018 merchandise heads off to the Outlets. I like the design on this one, but it reminds me of California Adventure for some reason.

For the eight people in the world who don’t own them, here’s your Rose Gold Spirit Jersey supply check.

Already got rose gold? Good thing, because that’s sooo last month. Everyone who’s anyone is now buying the Millennial Pink Spirit Jersey. It’s like the rose gold, but more faded and less sparkly.

If you’re looking for extreme Princess purses, Disney has you covered. (It’s my pick for coming soon to an Outlet near here…)

You don’t see a whole lot of Bambi merchandise these days. I thought this purse was pretty nice because it’s really understated and classic.

Speaking of classy, what do you think about these espresso cups? I love the design, but I need my mega-sized mugs in the morning.

With the Solo movie coming up, merchandise has started appearing. I can’t imagine any kid wearing these jackets in the summer, though.

Utini! (Seriously, what else needs to be said?)

The build-your-own lightsaber station is a neat idea for Star Wars fans, but it certainly takes up a lot of room in the store.

And I guess it isn’t too early to start rolling out the ol’ red, white, and blue for Bastille Day, yes?

Yeah, yeah, it’s the All-American Mickey line, so I guess it really is ready for your July 4 planning. Who isn’t ready for summer, though? (Hint: Floridians–winter down here is awesome!)

And one last item that most people can relate to.

That’s it for this month. What items did you see that are on your must-buy list? Got an idea of what park I should window shop at next? Let me know in the comments.

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hyacinthony · 7 years

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dude how

Tagged by: @pengwenno lol how do you keep tagging I pretty much never do these

1. Are you named after someone?

lol so my dad was a daycamp teacher for a lil when he was in seminary and apparently I was named after a girl in his thing. he liked the name (it was a Christian daycamp, a girl was named eve, wow. such creativity)((also when I asked my dad, I was surprised, and I so I said “you were a ga-daycamp teacher?”))

2. When’s the last time you cried?

that was probably when I had a breakdown a few weeks ago. It was a really awful week for me, plus that interview was like the next weekend, so I just kind of snapped.

3. Do you like your handwriting?

yes. i love it. my f’s are all fancy and my y’s don’t loop so they just look like a u with a long tail

4. What’s your favorite lunch meat?

turkey. it’s funny because I hate actual turkey, but I love the lunch meat turkey

5. Do you have kids?

lol no. I’m probably not ever going to, either. i don’t like how high-matinence dogs are, I could never handle a kid. my brother is good with them tho

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with yourself?

honestly? absolutely. I’d be able to bounce shitty insults off of me

7. Do you use sarcasm?

oh, boy, i wonder

8. Do you still have your tonsils?

this is a very sorey subject with me. there is actually a 99.9999% chance that I’m going to be getting them out this summer even though i fucking h ate surgery

9. Would you bungee jump?

h ell no. abso-fucking-loutely n ot. I’d like to stay alive, thank you very much

10. What’s your favorite kind of cereal?

honey nut. bc I’m your honey~ (nah, it just doesn’t taste like shit like others. plus i practically grew up on it)

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

nah

12. Do you think that you're a strong person?

somewhat? but I think it’s just because (surprise!) I’m actually a pretty optimistic person, or I try to be anyways. that and i have to be strong for all of my friends (i take care of them, honestly)

13. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

idk. I want to try more tbh so idk

14. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

honestly? idk. probably how they look? and that sounds, like, really awful, but i was raised that way (It’s the american south. It’s not great. It’s full of close-minded, shitty people who judge on looks. I was raised to love everyone, and yet no one here does, and.. yeah)

15. Red or pink?

gh tf idk

16. What’s the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?

I’m assuming what I don’t like about my looks? honestly, I don’t have much problem with this (that sounds like bragging) unless I’m compared with others, but probably my arms and legs? I have a mild case of keratosis pilaris, and while I don’t really get bothered about it by my peers, (scary brother, plus i am nice to everyone) it’s shitty having tiny red bumps on your arms and thighs

17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

I took my shoes off already, and I’m wearing black pants

18. What’s the last thing you ate?

uh. uh. uh. when was the last time i ate? I think it was a valentine wafer?

19. What are you listening to right now?

h eh. Andrew Allen - Sooner

20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

i asked my friend and she said a dark magenta. she did not give me an explanation except for that she immediately thought of a dark pink color, so..

21. Favorite smell?

my house after coming back from a long trip (reminds me of when my dad, brother and i first moved it when it was raining)

22. Who’s the last person you spoke to on the phone?

mm, the friend I asked about being a crayon. she is also the one that taped a fucking ding dong on my locker for valentines day and gave me a giant ass cupcake plush

23. Favorite game?

dude. the last time i played a fucking video game was with my brother and it was NBA2k. I’m not really a gamer.

24. Hair color?

brown. thats literally it. it’s just brown, with light brown and blonde undertones or whatever the fuck people say to make themselves sound prettier

25. Eye color?

they’re literally just blue. that’s it. I’m not about to go on some spiel about how my eyes change color or whatever

26. Do you wear contacts?

nah. I wear glasses

27. Favorite food to eat?

macaroni and tomato soup~~~~~~~~~~

28. Scary movies or comedy?

comedy

29. Last movie you watched?

Hidden Figures

30. What shirt are you wearing?

well, it’s grey, and it’s a Hollister shirt. (yay for being extra)

31. Summer or winter?

whenever it’s one, I wish for the other, so idk

32. Hugs or kisses?

I’d say hugs, but my hugs are like really long things where I wrap my arms around you and bury my face in your chest or whatever and stand there for like 30 minutes, so..

33. What book are you currently reading?

eh, I have the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them original screenplay, but I’m not really reading it. school has kept me too busy

34. Who do you miss right now?

I’m not sure if it would be qualified as missing, but I want to try and talk to this old friend of mine that I had like.. 4 or 5 years ago before I moved schools

35. What’s on your mouse pad?

lol i don’t have one

36. What’s the last TV show you watched?

I just finished the first season of The Magicians about an hour or two ago. (I love Eliot)

37. What’s the best sound?

raaaain. or sometimes if you’re really desperate, when you tune with the whole band and it’s actually in tune

38. YouTube mashups or ambient noise?

i have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, so ambient noise??

39. What’s the farthest you have traveled?

I’m sad. I have family that lives in California, so from the east coast to the west.

40. Do you have a special talent?

I mean, everyone always tells me how great of a writer I am, so I guess that could be it

41. Where were you born?

Burbank, California (but we moved lol)

42. People you’d like to participate in this survey?

literally anyone. It was actually pretty fun.

#tag post #unrelated

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The “Why” Signing up for Konpai! Con in Omaha NE was a direct result of subscribing to the YOLO way of life Katie and I (My name is Tim) adopted about 1.5 years ago, this consisted of the following mantra: “Question no decisions and make no second guesses”. Of course, we both had an idea of what we were signing up for; an ambiguous, yet purposeful collection of strange events, strange people, and strange would-be memories all squashed into a 10-12 hour event at as convention center connected to a children’s waterpark. We thought we would go for the sake of people-watching and humorous snap-chats – almost like wedding crashers: in it for the food and shock-value, and nothing more than that. We thought we would be outsiders; little red blips on the BS-tracking heads-up display that every one of these “Kon” people shared and that Katie and I lacked. We thought the Ash and Misty costumes were novel but under-prepared. We picked them up in 20 minutes off Amazon and dawned them for the first time 10 minutes prior to the event. From the people, we anticipated a judgmental, but kind-on-the-surface facade that usually comes from the typical business-man in a corporate office: friendly, but with the potential – and likely intention - to stab you in the back at the moment it benefits him. Lastly, we had no intention of doing anything more than videotaping interesting happenings, eating Japanese food, and trying our best to blend our orange-hat-selves with the green-bill of the convention. These were our expectations. Below is our story.

Preparation:

The day started out with high hopes for an interesting experience. We were excited, but by no means rushed to get to Konpai Con. The tickets were a mere $20 each and even though the event was scheduled from 10am to 2am, I don’t think either of us were confident we’d stay that long. Katie and I are the kind of people who can make the most of almost any situation, and if we come across the rare situation that isn’t quite jiving, we can sacrifice the initial investment of time and money and find something exponentially better to do for peak utility. After an hour or so of eating an entire loafs-worth of toast, we decided it was time to dawn our Ash and Misty costumes and try to make the most of an event we knew nothing about. Katie took all of 5 minutes to prepare her clothing, with another 5-10 minutes dedicated to make-up. Meanwhile, I tried to figure out how my red Misty-themed suspenders worked. We had some last-minute alterations to the overall costume design which included making the over-sized yellow Walmart tee into a cutoff and ditching the 4-inch booty-shorts for jeans for a more masculine touch on Misty (this was so I felt less homosexual and self-conscious about my skinny pale legs – and probably ass cheeks too). When the costumes were perfected, we grabbed out all-so-important plush-Pokémon companions and took the token bathroom-selfie before hitting the road. On the way to the convention center, we thought it be wise to stop at the local Walmart. Our excuse for the trip was finding Velcro patches so the Pokémon pushes could sit on our shoulders; in reality, we just wanted to test the impact out costumes had on the general public. We didn’t get the reaction we thought we would. The first person who spoke to us was an older woman with a small group. She looked at Katie, with the Ash-Ketchum vest, signature red hat, Pikachu in hand – then she looked at me: torn up yellow cut-off, jeans, an orange wig, and Togepi and she asks us…”Excuse me, do you work here?”. Looking back, I wish I would’ve responded more cleverly, but we were both so taken aback by the question, all we could mutter was a polite “no, sorry”. In what universe did this woman come from to ask if Ash and Misty worked at Walmart? I guess a question like that is conducive to the stereotype Walmart carries. We found our Velcro straps and were ready to leave this world now. A few funny looks, and loving, nostalgia-fueled smiles later, we were headed to the world outside of Walmart doors; there was a kid handing out free cupcakes which was odd but welcomed. The cupcake provided us the good-vibes needed to venture to Kon. We got in the Mazda, pulled up the Pokémon them song on Spotify, and blasted our anthem proudly as we pealed out. The girl selling girl scout cookies out front approved.

We entered the convention center on the swanky, freshly renovated end. There were some average family-type people along with well-dressed business people giving us puzzled looks as we stood in the foyer in a confused silence. After muttered discussion, we began to leave. A nice employee of the convention used her skills in common-sense to determine we were there for the event. This was the first test: do two 20-somethings dressed in orange wigs, a blue vest, a cartoon-inspired hat, and holding a pair of Japanese-designed plush animals belong to the nerd-fest that is Konpai! Con... YES. Yes, we did. The Con was on the other end of the building. We went from high-class corporate America to pure nerd-utopia as we descended the 6-8 steps into the mostly-unknown. We were complete outsiders – or at least we thought we were. On the surface, we looked good– but it felt like we were spies infiltrating a foreign land. No one gave us a strange look, no one made any comments, it just felt like we had no chance in fitting in. There was a big secret – an elaborate inside-joke, like a humorous innuendo hidden in a kid’s movie – and were the seven-year-olds in the audience reserving our laughter and poor taste for the tacky fart-jokes and over-acted theatrics. Just then – something happened – something we never thought would happen. A girl, dressed very nicely as an anime character Katie and I didn’t recognize - asked us for a picture – US – What?? Did she not get the memo that Katie and I didn’t belong here? Was there not a digital ticker in her Heads-Up-Display that read “outsiders, stand-clear”? No – it was just a girl – dressed as an anime girl – and she wanted our picture, because she loved Pokémon and thought we looked great. Katie and I were elated; “of course we’ll take a picture with you!,” we exclaimed.

It was at that moment our confidence began to rise; it was by no means full grown, but it was now a sprouted-seed. We gleamed like children at a local toys-r-us with a blank check and no parental supervision. Someone took our picture – our costumes were a success. We proceeded to venture into the “vendor room” to see what wares come with a Japanese cultural appreciation convention.

The Girl with the Box

The vendor room was pretty cool. Maybe 20 tables full of everything from traditional tea sets, to pins, to plushes, to authentic Japanese treats. The first girl on the right invited us to her booth for some Halloween-themed Sweet-tart “bones” I got those. Katie opted for the orange box of nerds in the candy dish. There was sign to the left of the dish that read “For the pervert in your life, ask about our 18+ items”. Fascinated, we referenced the sign. She smiled and motioned to a large, blue, mysterious metal box to her right. The box came complete with duel compartments, latches, and locks She told us in order to see what’s in the box, we needed ID and had to pick up our badges from the check-in counter. We meandered around until we found the check-in counter and were given our official ID bracelets: “Stylistic Giraffe Spot” for me and “Erotic Porcupine” for miss Katie. We made our way back to the mysterious girl with the box. She welcomes us back and checked our ages on the badges. With an affirmative smile, she began unlocking the box. The first drawer opened and in it were 3 varieties of…. penis-themed pins. That was it. On the pins, was a quote that said something along the lines of “for my little dicky’s”. I think it was our lack of a real response that prompted the next reveal. “Wait, there is another compartment,” she eloquently teased. Still fascinated, we eagerly awaited the reveal of …. small one-inch rubber penis things…. interesting, but not what we expected. It wasn’t the product Katie and I needed in our lives, but we thanked her for her pitch and headed to the next vendor. We saw a dude selling Japanese imported candy, some girls selling stuffed animals, and a cool business man with a giant 3D-scanner. This man scans your body and transforms the image into a statue via 3D printer. Katie, being the computer engineer genius she is, asked the man questions using a lingo way over my head and flashed a pic of the brochure. It was a sweet business idea and I’m sure it was a major success for weddings and conventions alike. If Katie and I had $200 on us, we probably would have gotten it done. Next, Katie started a conversation with a vendor selling a spell book. She asked him if the spells were effective and told him how she once attempted to summon a demon to terrorize the Earth. Katie expressed her disappointment in previous spell-books and asked what kind of spells the man was successful at casting. He consoled her with the now-so-obvious fact that she probably didn’t have the right herbs to compliment the demon-summoning mantras and that is why nothing happened. Come to think of it, later in the day, Katie came across a boy selling vials of ambiguous liquids. She asked him if any of them were strong enough to poison her enemies. In retrospect, I probably should have had a conversation with her about all that.

Growing Confidence: Signing up for Stuff

After the vendors, we decided to look around the convention center for more interesting events. By now countless people had commented on our clever reverse-gendered Ash and Misty costumes. We had taken pictures with half a dozen people and shared great conversation with all of them. There was a reoccurring topic that came up regarding another Kon event in Kansas City next month. Several people invited us to come along. We felt good – like really good. This was an event we intended to view from the perspective of wall-flowers and we were truly becoming part of the action on the floor. Still, something was missing. We still hadn’t become “one of them,” and maybe we never would, but the overwhelming amount of picture request, invitations, and compliments encouraged us to at least switch the days mission from “observe” to “participate”. We channeled out growing confidence and pulled out our ever-so-helpful Konpai-Con guide book. It was time to schedule some panel-room events. Events that peaked out interest included:

6:00PM – 7:00PM: Masquerade – a Cosplay modelling and Performance competition

7:00PM – 8:00PM: Erotic 18+ Fan-Fiction public reading

10PM - 2AM: Rave

At first glance, the rave seemed like it be the most fun; the cosplay contest seemed self-explanatory, and the erotic fan-fiction session was something I think Katie and I would have regretted missing – because, wow. Just then we hatched an idea: We had costumes people seemed to enjoy, Why the hell can’t we enter the Masquerade contest? Our YOLO lifestyle would have been completed tattered if we didn’t sign up. We ventured to the Masquerade sign-up counter. Katie grabbed the sign-up sheet, filled out the typical info and then paused at the “will you be performing a skit?” section. Without a second thought, she gave me a WTF not smile and put Yes. We had no intention or plan, but why not. It be fun. To be honest, I would’ve put “No” but that is why we make such a good adventuring pair. If there is any doubt in one of us, the other pushes the doubt to “eff it why not”. By now, it was 3:00PM. The practice for the Masquerade performers was at 5:00PM and we were starving. We decided to take a break from Kon-land to revisit the outside-world for a trip to Olive Garden.

The Plan:

As we got in the Mazda and headed down Dodge street, we both felt a bit of a disconnect. Have we finally adapted to the anime-filled, furry-frenzy that is Konpai Kon? Things in the outside world were duller, less colorful; more sterile. It was an interesting feeling, but Olive Garden has bomb-ass breadsticks so there was no time to question our decision to leave. As we pulled into Olive Garden, we noticed it was pretty packed for 3:00PM We went into the packed lobby to a confused party of people wondering what Pokémon we intended on capturing in the sort-of fancy, but not really, restaurant environment that is Olive Garden. Knowing we only had 2 hours, we crossed the street into an Applebee’s to eat and discuss plans for our big show.

The people at Applebee’s loved us. Kids laughed, baby’s smiled, the guy from the Jose Cuero poster raised his glass. The interesting thing was the lack of people asking the obvious question of why were dressed up. As a pair, we seemed to create an impenetrable force, blocking the average person from questioning us. When Katie left the table, our waitress rushed over and asked what was going on. She seemed genuinely interested. I think people like her are surprised when someone so different can be so personable and familiar. In her defense, Katie and I were probably in the smaller percentage of people who fit in more with the outside world than the Kon world, so it really made our waitress’s day hearing about the “other side”. Katie returned and then I went to the restroom, only to return to the Manager of Applebee’s having an engaging conversation with Katie this time about her Ash Ketchum costume and the fun event just a few miles East of there. I feel like I have a pretty good vibe with people – being a Marketing major with nearly a decade of people-facing work experience on the resume, but Katie, a Computer Engineering math genius ironically has me beat. I’m convinced anyone in any setting could sit and chat with this girl for hours and never get bored. As for our impending presentation, we decided to reenact the classic season-one plot line of Pokémon when Ash steals Misty’s bike and promises to “bring it back someday”. It was genius. Surely everyone there would know the scene, it took no props to execute, and it had a small enough amount of lines to (hopefully) memorize in the next hour. Instead of practicing much at all though, we enjoyed our mozzarella sticks and Mac & Cheese.

The Run-Through

After amazing hospitality from Applebee’s, it was time to face our fate as actors. In the car, we ran through our lines a few times, arrived back into the alternate-reality that was Konpai Con, and went into the practice room. We were one of about 10 acts. Most of them were simply modelling – with about 2 other performers – and a “halftime-show” performer in a purple wig, equipped with a yellow recorder (yes, that instrument we all learned in grade school) and a Team-Rocket shirt. We’ve seen this guy before and considering the theme, it made sense to sit with him. He was a cool guy. He explained to us that he has won so many Cosplay presentation awards with his recorder, that he respectfully declined the right to participate in the competitive arm of the event just so that someone else would have a chance to win the prize. Two things here: one – what confidence this recorder-playing James displayed. He didn’t just think he would be a shoe-in; he knew. 2 – What humility to drop out for the benefit of others. That’s one major theme Katie and I saw throughout the whole event so far; empathy. Whether out of self-confidence, or what, people here genuinely cared about each other. It was a family. I’m a pretty jaded dude, but after meeting a handful of people, I can honestly say I’d trust anyone there if I lost my wallet or phone or house keys; just good people. Anyway, he told us about his impressive library of recorder-translated covers from “Cake by the Ocean” to “Bad Romance” to the “Pokémon Theme”. He was very proud; we respected that.

As we waiting for instruction, a girl – tall, attractive, darker skinned was talking to the judges about her cosplay costume. It was 100% hand made in a rubber/plastic/paper material and very detailed. She had a level of self-confidence unmatched by most people in the outside work too. This girl was as close to naked as I’d seen at the event. The smallest skirt, nearly 75% of her breasts showing, and yet it totally made sense here. It was skanky, it wasn’t controversial. It was Cosplay and in this setting, if the character has her ass and tits hanging out of armor, it only made sense to replicate it accurately. The costume – and her weapon – were pretty breathtaking. She crafted all of it by hand and even had the time to craft another suit of armor for her friend – who didn’t complete but was there for moral support. Katie and I were seated with that friend and were asking questions about their characters and background. The friend was in the Airforce (crazy, right?) she moved to Omaha recently due to an altercation with mother who tried to exercise her (yes like perform a demon exorcism on her). This girl was quite friendly, so either the demon exorcism worked or the devil is a real nice guy because she made good company. The instructions for the perforce were simple enough; the competition was fierce though. Speaking at a Cosplay performance seems like a non-typical activity based on the amount of background tracks used by the other performers. The themes were elaborate too. One group of girls personified Mew and Mew-Two and reenacted a battle scene with a “faith-in-humanity-restored” theme where human-Mew-Two found out that people were mostly good in spirit. Another girl combined live-voice with a really dark background track as she spoke to a flower growing out of her shoulder. For whatever reason, the girl had to slay her shoulder-flower in order to live. It was pretty dark, but passionate. Katie and I were not at all discouraged though – we got up there as our goofy selves, acted out our scene perfectly and came off the practice-stage with new-found life. Of the 500+ people at the convention, only 10 acts were performing in front of the masses, and Katie and I were one of them. We faked it until we made it, and we were making it just fine. Still no one in the practice area really clapped when we concluded, but I think it was out of indifference and not distaste. Surely the 500+ people in the audience at 6:00PM would be entertained. Once practice ended, I was sure there would be some sort of waiting-period before the show; nope – the entire crowd came right through the door and found their seats. It was real now.

The Big Time:

The folks running the contest wasted no time. Introductions were short and sweet. The first modelling contestant was on stage almost instantly. With only a handful of other performers, we knew our time was coming fast. Before I knew it, Katie and I were in line and our names were announced. I jumped on stage, took position with my imaginary fishing pole and began to project my voice to the crowd. Katie came on stage right on cue as I “caught” her and Pikachu with the rod. We recited out lines in a fashion we considered flawless and it was over a quickly as it began. The crowd cheered – nothing over-the-top, but they liked it and we felt amazing. A hug, a high five, and 2 very happy smiles later, we were back in our seats relieved and proud. Our friend with the recorder was now on stage, entertaining the crowd as the judges made their decisions. Katie and I didn’t win any of the awards, but everyone who did win totally deserved it. The preparation, craftsmanship, and drive these people had absolutely called for some recognition. Katie and I didn’t need any physical prize; we felt on top of the world and no physical object would have topped that feeling. A few Pokémon fans in the crowd asked for our picture with them and then we were back in the lobby with a whole new energy. This was pure euphoria. We belonged at Kanpai Con without a doubt and we were loving it. Every “weird” thing suddenly made sense. Any feeling that may have otherwise been judgmental or confused turned into acceptance and appreciation. The endorphins unleashed performing in front of the unknown crowd gave us a high that couldn’t be lowered. The best part? All the people from the crowd that greeted us, shook our hand, and expressed per joyful nostalgia regarding our little performance. We made their day and they made ours. Everything was perfect. By now, it was time for a break, so we headed into the video-game room for some Sonic the Hedgehog. We paused the game when a mysterious figure in red came up and began to chat. He enjoyed the show and made small talk before standing up, looking at some inked-text on his wrist, and telling us, “Hey, you guys should go to room 127.” He left pretty quickly, and of course we were ready for a new adventure. Room 127 was down a little corridor outside of the main convention. It was a room with lights, alcohol, video games, and people in the party mood. Next to it was an all-ages hotel room complete with Ramon noodles, rice, chips, soda, and more – all for free, out of the goodness of someone’s heart. Katie and I refueled here while watching a DVD of Zootopia. Appropriately enough, we would soon be accompanied by a pack of furries there for the show. Everyone seemed chill as fuck; there was another mention of the next Kon – taking place in KC in March. At this point, I’m thinking it be a good idea to sign up. For now, though, the clock was striking 8:00PM and we had an 18+ panel to attend. We thanked everyone for the food and headed out to Panel Room 1. Unfortunately, the erotic fan-fiction reading was cancelled in favor for an “anything goes” Q&A with Greg Ayres. This was a good time though. We got to sit and relax while we listened to sexually-explicit questions and stories from Greg and fans alike. It wasn’t 100% my humor, but we both found things to laugh at, and I think it was a success overall. Nothing much else to say about the panel. It took about an hour and that meant we were only 1 hour away from the rave at 10PM.

New Ventures:

We had pretty high expectations for the rave – spoiler alert – it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. But hey, at the time, it sounded like something we needed to get turnt for. Here’s the funny thing folks, I’m a 23 male – id call myself pretty “normal” went to public high school, a popular university in Lincoln, worked jobs in retail, had a few close friends and a bunch of close acquaintances, etc. etc. Well my thing is, I literally never consumed a lick of alcohol: Ever. Like one time when I was a little kid, I took a sip of beer by mistake, but I’m fairly certain I spit that out real quick. My avoidance of alcohol went as far as refusing to drink the Champaign at the countless weddings I’ve attended in high school and college. Some of the people in my family have what I’d call a drinking problem – but nothing like serious: no DUI’s or jail time; honestly, in the grand scheme of things, I don’t know anyone with a real quantifiable issue; I just always avoided the stuff out of random fear. Well, I had the same relationship with marijuana, and I told myself I’d try that once in my life. That moment was reserved for a trip with my little brother who I took to Colorado this past fall. We smoked weed on a mountain for the first time in my life. That story deserves a book of its own, but can be summed up as: a “hot mess” Anyway, as a self-described YOLO-lifer, I knew one day would come I’d have to give alcohol a try. I never intended on getting drunk – the headaches and vomit just never appealed to me. No, instead I knew at some point in my life, I would have to get what insiders call “tipsy”. This particular experience was forever reserved in my heart to take place with Katie. I never knew when or where it would go down, but Kanpai Con in Omaha, NE in February of 2017 seemed like the right setting. In full disclosure, I was terrified; I’d imagine 99.99% of people reading this are perplexed; but after my first substance-encounter (the weed) I had fair reason to fear doing something else unique. Katie rightfully encouraged me that weed and alcohol are not in any was similar and she accurately reminded me that I took about 6X more THC than was recommended for an experience weed smoker. That being said, she was kind a patient enough not to pressure me too much, The YOLO life shouldn’t be stressful. In the end, though, I needed a “Just fuckin go for it” from her and decided I’d listen. We travelled back to the mysterious corridor with the hotel-room parties and I turned to her for some sort of pep-talk (I know dramatic, right?) I repeatedly asked her for advice on what to ask the bar tender for and how to ask for it. I feel like this was likely similar to explaining sex to a 40 year old virgin. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay her for the patience and understanding here. She told me to ask for a “Rum and Coke” I have heard of this before, this would be okay. She pushed me into the room and leaned back against the hallway. I was alone now (btw, she is only 20 so she couldn’t get in). I awkwardly trotted over to the bartender and did what I was good at: started a conversation with him. We talked for about 5 minutes until he asked what drink I wanted. At this point I turned around and gave Katie what I’m sure was a goofy-ass inquisatory smile. I’m not sure how long I was turned away from the man, but when I turned back around to face him, I exclaimed, “Rum and Coke please!” as if I answered some kind of challenging riddle on a game show. He handed me a concoction I could only describe as fascinating. I took it, walked over to a group of guys, and instead of being a normal, social human, I did the next-most-popular thing and pulled out my phone. I texted Katie – who was literally 15 feet away from me – and gave the simple “Hi” text – just to make sure reality was still in check. After a few nervous sips and unnecessary text messages, she texted me, “I think you can come out to the hallway”. I unglued by eyes from the glass screen and moseyed on back to Katie. She asked how things were going and honestly the experience was fairly underwhelming. I guess when you think a first-Rum & Coke will have a similar effect as 60 MG of THC, things are sure to be underwhelming. Still, after the cup was empty, I began to feel different. The world took on a strange “filtered” view. I felt more talkative than usual and things were funnier. I think this was part placebo, part alcohol, but nonetheless it was a cool feeling. While sipping my drink in the hall, 2 employees of the hotel appeared and spoke with us. They were entertained and partially confused by all the action and found pleasure in talking to us. Looking back, I feel like I was probably a bit over-friendly and talkative due to the alcohol but it was a great conversation. Katie was basically pulling out all the stops in her conversation with one of the boys, trying to convince him to take us to the roof of the building. I’m honestly surprised it didn’t work out – it seemed so possible at the time based on my perspective – and she is a convincing person; I would’ve done it if I were that kid. In the end though, we simply invited the employees to join us in the rave (which has now been going on for about 45 minutes). While this pseudo-tipsy feeling was at peak, Katie and I made our way to the rave. The crowd was extremely slim, but the lights were amazing and the music was LIT. Despite the lack of people who showed up, I felt absolutely pumped. This was a rave. This was a party. Anddddd that was it. The alcohol – or placebo effect – or both wore off almost in an instant and as I looked around I realized there really wasn’t much a rave going down. Honestly, it was lame. Katie and I don’t really dance all that well without a dense crowd to hide our skill-less bouncing around. It was fruitless to stick around any longer. We left the rave about 2 hours prematurely, but never looked back. This event had been life changing. One of the greatest days of both of our lives, and there was nothing either of us did – or didn’t do – that could have take away from that. Things were perfect. Well, we were about 98% satisfied. There was still one thing we didn’t quite understand yet…

Closing Time:

The night came to a close in a bowling alley parking lot across town – we were parked there for about an hour holding an iPhone in seclusion playing “furry porn” because neither of us knew what the hell that was after our entire night at this convention. We watched a small handful of videos, jotting little metaphorical notes in our brains that I’m sure will never really be needed (you never know though) When we felt we had a grasp on the furry-sex-fetish, we were NOW 100% satisfied and ready to go home. We summed up the day, we played guitar, and we drank tea. Sleep was sure to be deep tonight. With the laundry list of interesting accomplishments and knowledge-gained, our brains would need a good night’s rest to process everything. In the end, I can sum up the night in one cohesive thought: we entered a completely unknow realm with the sole intention of people-watching and concealing ourselves well enough in the crowd. By the end of the convention, we were not wall-flowers, were part of the garden; a garden with a shitton of exotic plants and colorful produce.

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