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Lovesick ; Chainsaw man
Characters : Power , Angel Devil , Beam
Warnings : NOT PROOFREAD. masc pronouns for reader in Power's part , gender neutral / non-binary pronouns for Angel Devil and Beam. Possibly ooc for everyone- [ uh the Beam & Power one were made specifically for @rayuki and someone else ..& I asked for them to give me scenarios with their favs while I made the Angel Devil one for myself- ]
Synopsis : Them falling inlove with the reader and/or love at first sight. Basically just as the title says..Lovesick
Request[s] :
#1 ; Power : "Power seeing someone outside of Aki's apartment while home alone and gets bored so she says hi to them"
#2 ; Beam : "Romantic scenario let’sss seeee uhhhhh he wants to hold ur hand but is a little too nervous so he tries to find ways to let you know he wants too. Or he tries to find ways to build up courage to ask you- either is fine."
A/n : Hello loves! I'm finally writing again! This time for chainsaw man because the anime was hype and I'm having a csm brainrot. I'm taking Chainsaw man requests!! NO NSFW. Other than that enjoy <33
Denji and Aki left power to watch over the apartment. Why? Who knows, perhaps they couldn't trust her enough with this mission. "But then why bring Denji?" She's repeated that sentence in her head over a million times. Before they even left Aki had told her to not go anywhere and to not open the door for anyone, would she listen? Probably not.
But she hasn't done anything yet...surprisingly, she's just been sitting with Meowy while rolling on the floor. "Can you believe them Meowy! How rude of them to leave me here by myself- I should've just went anyway! As a matter of fact- I will! They can't tell me what to do!"
She stood up with a huff as she put on her shoes and began stomping to the door, slamming it open she kept that pout on her face til she noticed a male leaning on the railing infront of Aki's apartment. He had the uniform on, what was he doing here? Was he sent to watch over Power? "That's ridiculous! I can watch over myself!"
"You! Why are you here! Who are you- Did Aki send you to come watch me! Well I can watch myself I'll have you know-" She yelled at y/n as he just turned around, a confused look on his face.
He chuckled at the confusion washed over Power's face "I'm just here to get some fresh air..no need to be so angry." She slowly put her arm down and blankly stared at the male.
"If you're not busy, would you like to stay with me for a bit?" Trying to break the silence , Y/n asked Power a simple question that he hoped she would respond too.
She narrowed her eyes at him and thought about his offer. "Hmm...Fine. I suppose I could spend my time with you, human." She proudly smiled and she walked towards the male.
The two of them continued having a conversation about random things, just to pass time, it was mainly Power talking about anything and everything but they enjoyed each other's company.
These conversations went from minutes then quickly to hours long. But sadly it had to end when Y/n got called for a job. "Ah- sorry..I gotta go..I got called in. Wait- I never got your name?" Power stopped her ranting and stood proudly with her hands on her hips.
"The name's Power! Be happy that I chose to waste away my time with you, Human!"
Y/n only stared at her before smiling and tucking away some of her hair behind her ears, "Hello Power..the name's y/n." Power's eyes went wide as she stared back at him as he parted his hand away from her and began walking away.
She felt something completely new- something she's never felt ever, it was like....this warm feeling in her cheeks. Was it getting hot in here? Why does it suddenly feel like her face is burning-
Oh silly Power, you're inlove!
"It's so hot...can we go get another icecream before working again."
The red headed devil slowly followed behind you while yawning. You kept your eyes ahead.. ignoring any sighing and groaning the small male let out.
"As much as I'd really love too, Aki would kill us if we did." You reasoned with Angel, continuing to go to your location. "How about when we're done I'll get you some more, 'kay?"
He looked up at the sky in thought, silently pondering your offer for a few minutes before finally responding.
"You promise?"
"I promise."
The both of you continued to walk in silence before you heard Angel's groaning again. "Something's in my eye...I can't get it out.." Turning around to see what he was complaining about , you noticed his eyes seemed to be watering a bit.
You sighed as you pulled out a tissue from your pocket and leaned a bit closer to his face.
"There..all done. Your eyelashes are pretty long, that's probably what was in your eye." He stared at you with his usual blank face. You both stood there looking at each other in yet again, another comfortable silence.
"Hey...there was this movie I saw, a man and a woman were standing like this.." He took a small step forward towards you before continuing. "They were about this far from each other,..and then they kissed."
You slightly tilted your head in confusion. "What's your point?" Angel looked away and sighed , "I've never done something like that, and probably won't. Things like that never really interested me it just- never mind.."
You sighed and put the tissue over your mouth, you leaned even closer to Angel as his face slightly scrunched up a bit as if he was confused.
When he was about to ask what you were even doing his eyes widened when you put the tissue over his mouth and leaned down to give him a soft kiss over the thin cloth.
"There, was that okay?" You stepped back as he looked down, touching his lips before letting out a long groan and crouching down on the floor as he felt his cheeks heat up a little bit.
"I...I can't work anymore today.."
Living in a beach house was probably one of the best choices you've made, you get to go out to the ocean...nice views...a lovely house not near too many people, and then....Beam.
A fiend that you've become friends with..I suppose? You could say atleast, he'd visit you pretty often whenever you were just relaxing outside or just whenever he saw you he'd come running-
Speaking of which, he was sitting next to you right now. It was night and you decided to just sit outside and look at the stars and as usual, Beam came to see you.
"Hello Beam, it's nice to see you again." You smiled as you looked at him, Beam flashing you a toothy smile in return. "Yes! Nice to see you too!"
You chuckled at his response as you looked back at the sky, Beam rocked back and forth as he looked up as well.
There was silence between the both of you but you felt as if someone kept staring at you. To relieve your curiosity , you turned to face Beam...ah..Yeah, he was staring-
He let out a startled noise when you turned to face him before quickly looking back. You brushed it off as just you catching him off guard, but as you continued to look at the scenery you could see Beam out of the corner of your eyes turning to look at you once more.
"Ah- uhm!" You turned to look at Beam as he started talking, "yes?"
He continued looking at you as he fumbled with his hands a bit, you rested you hand in your palm as you patiently waited for him to let out whatever he needed to say.
Whenever Beam seemed to be around you , he always felt much more happy than he usually is. He'd feel his face heat up at the warm smile you'd always give him when he was around..
But at the same time,..as much as he'd want to hug you and such like he does with Denji..he never seems to have the courage to do so. Why? He's never felt like that before?
Your eyes widened and you let out a small gasp as Beam grabbed your hands in his. "Beam..thinks your pretty! The most beautiful human alive!"
You stared at him with wide eyes as you felt your own face slowly heating up. You both stared at each other in silence before you laughed. "Thank you Beam, but you're much prettier than I am."
#chainsaw man#csm#csm x reader#chainsaw man x reader#angel devil#power csm#csm power#power x reader#angel devil x reader#beam#beam csm#beam x reader#anime#manga#god i love them#chainsaw man x you
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hello dear! so for the asks game:
1. My favorite fic of yours: favorite choices and rough surfaces
2. My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours: a close call but chapter 4 of careless whisper has my heart
3. The best character you've written for: sam and bucky I'm not choosing. you write them both perfectly
4. The best ship you've written for: sambucky duh
5. A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to: none obviously. (can you say the same, a? can you?)
6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics: TOO MUCH. bucky's monolgue from ch4, they chase the sun like i chase you sunshine, it was dangerous, they both have their scars, sam stopped caring about those a long time ago. how do you think i notice all those little recurring details
7. What made me the most emotional after reading: I don't recall exactly the chapter but you should. it's the careless whisper chapter thay physically pained me I couldn't reread it again immediately. also ch4 again and deadly kiss. you make me cry a lot a
8. What I like the most about your writing: man i fucking love it all. your attention to details, your descriptions, your poetic lines. your deep understanding of the characters, how you say soo much with one simple line. how you set the scene wonderfully, foreshadowings and callback. i love everything
9. A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting: obviously careless whisper
10. A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them: sarahrhoedy. i never even considered the possibility but now they consumed me
11. Something I wish/hope you write: god I hope you don't take this as pressure but it's gotta be the soulmates au
12. A fic of yours that i've re-read: so many deadly kiss, i replay every embrace, I'm blanking but you know the ones. i think i reread most of them anyway
13. If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else: to anyone who'd listen. uhh i think i did before yes
14. A fic I didn't expect to like so much: favorite choices obviously. and you know why! but dammit that fic is a masterpiece and i adore it so much. made me tear up
15. Aquestion I have about one of your fics: hmmm I always ask the questions as soon as i think of them. let's seeee. do you think you'll make a playlist for careless whisper and share it with us? both songs you used as titles and ones that remind you of it.
okay that's it now if there are typos ignore them im sleepy. byeee <3
hey! hello! omg! I can’t believe you answered all of them omg 😭
not even gonna tag the fics because that’s basically all of them, so instead gonna tag my ao3.
from this list
I don’t even know what to say, I just keep rereading every answer and beaming. Gonna try to say something anyway tho!
2. Chapter 4 of careless whisper also has my heart. The confrontation scene between Sam and Bucky especially is very important. Also I was really happy with the song choice and how it’s echoed throughout the chapter. (I go back and forth between how I feel about my writing in the chapter, but it’s always special to me and ultimately I’m happy with it)
5. No you can’t say that! Have you read my ronarry stuff? No, you didn’t. (Okay and neither can I, but not the point)
6. gonna cry actually. brb
7. That would be chapter 5! I very vividly remember you reading it for the first time and our very emotional conversation afterwards. (Sorry for making you cry a lot)
8. (another crying break) omg you have no idea how much this means to me. thank you so much baby <333
10. sarahrhodey for the win!
11. one day. i promise. it deserves to see the light of day
14. it’s still absolutely crazy to me how much you like that fic. i didn’t even think you’d read it and you not only read, it’s one of your favourites now. man
15. I think I might, yes. Maybe towards the end.
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kae im genuinely asking: is period sex that enjoyable irl? i feel like im just not getting the hype, like is this a particular thing that i need to experience IRL in order to ‘get it’ in fanfic. like piss kink too, i cant seeee it 😭
hello hello! i will preface my answer by saying that everyone is different, and that’s a wonderful thing! what feels good to me might not feel good to you; there’s nothing wrong with that—it’s simply how life goes.
the appeal of sex on your period is both physical and psychological. from a physical standpoint, sex triggers the release of endorphins, which make you feel good. additionally, the muscle contractions you have when you orgasm can alleviate some of the pain you experience from cramps. some people have a higher libido during their period, while others have increased sensitivity (which can make sex more pleasurable or less pleasurable depending on their body).
the psychological component of period sex is what appeals to me. for thousands of years it has been widely held that menstruation is “dirty” and “unclean.” historically speaking, in some cultures men couldn’t be around a menstruating woman, let alone touch one. menstruation was believed to be shameful and unclean. periods are less taboo now, but many people still view menstruation as gross. in reality, it’s just another bodily function; it’s natural and normal and there’s nothing wrong with it. it’s incredibly attractive to me when someone doesn’t care about menstrual blood. it’s just another fluid!
as for piss: well, i view it in the same vein as periods. it’s taboo, yes, but it’s just another bodily fluid. for me, the idea of something loving every part of you—even the parts that are “dirty” or “weird”—is beautiful. now whether it appeals to you piss in or on someone (and vice versa) is all personal preference. and many times it has to do with degradation and humiliation. but it also has to do with warmth and comfort and vulnerability. and the all-too-wonderful feeling of a release. yeah.
oh this was long! well, i hope i answered some of your questions. i’m not expecting to convert anyone, but rather to explain my thought processes; maybe there’s something for you to get, or maybe there’s nothing!
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hello there! 👋
Mun is 29+ years old / irish / GMT+0 timezone; call me nix! I track the #iobartach tag
i work a full-time job, soooo real life will take priority over tumblr'ing; and yes, that means replies will be slow. sorry about that!
this blog will feature my own take on miguel o'hara, drawn from both the animated film and the comics! i also draw influence from the usual scifi / dystopian things; bladerunner, cyberpunk 2076, altered carbon to name a few, so if there's anything you'd like to know or clarify, feel free to reach out!
mun has no triggers; is open to rping just about anything but smut!
shipping? ehhhhhhhh we’ll seeee :’) friendships tho? enemies? 👀 sign me uppp for such plots!
Not mutually exclusive! And aye, I'm all for following and interacting with other Miguels out there!
given the nature of this muse (read; freaky half-spider lad), themes of body horror and experimentation will crop up from time to time, but i try my best to put such darker stuff under read mores & put 'tw'/trigger tags on it
i absolutely adore crossovers of all types! i would be delighted to throw miguel at you!
will rp with canons & oc’s!
asks! memes! the whole lot! i love writing up things based on them! so if you would ever like to randomly interact, fire away! 👋
We're here for a good time
Not a long time (not a long time)
So have a good time
The sun can't shine every day
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drive
drive by dreamlikewater
desc:
Jisung would follow Chenle through the end of the world if he’d asked, regardless of whether the end of the world was happening or not. And Chenle just cannot stop moving.
Chenle is completely and entirely aware that his best friend Jisung is hopelessly in love with him.
pairing: chenji
length: 64.1k words; 4/4 chapters
status: comp.
rating: pg-13
genre & tags: angst, friends to lovers, high school au, coming of age
note: :) hello friendssss long time no seeee hahahahahaha (i'm so sorry i was gone for so long to anybody that cares life was really. life-ing) but anyway i end my hiatus with this absolute BANGER of a fic as well as the destroyer of my heart. i read this while i was at work and i real life had to put my phone down at some point and stare at the ceiling to stop myself from crying. anyone ever mentions "tell me jisung" and i am ON THE GROUND ON MY KNEES TORN TO PIECES please read this PLEASE READ THIS
happy reading!! <3
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Hehe I have a story for you and its not about the links but its about zelda! (Wilds zelda lol) but zelda is around 4-10 in this story oh yeah and also reader is in it :)) hope you like this lol!
"Why can't I do this mother??!!" Zelda said while crying in her mothers arms.
"You can. my little bird, it takes time to awaken a powerful power like this so all you have to do is find the light of your life to guide you right to your destiny, so do not worry little bird" Zeldas mother smiled at the small figure.
"Really?" Zelda sniffled.
"Yes really." Zelda's mother smiled even more.
Its been a year since that had happen. Zelda was now 5 and nothing has awakened all she heard was fights from her father, King Rhoam and Her mother.
"Zelda shouldn't be making friends! its not like that will be able to help her how could some person ever awaken her power Zelda will not make any friends and that is FINALE!" Rhoam screamed.
"I'm sorry? are you questioning MY knowledge about the sealing power?! Just because you married me and now your in the royalty doesn't mean you own the place! you've only been here for a few years I was BORN in it so do not question my knowledge. ZELDA WILL MAKE FRIENDS AND THAT IS FINALE!! Not only I am doing this so she can awaken her power. I'm also doing it so she could have A GOOD childhood, Fool!" Zelda's mother screamed back.
Everything went quiet.
"..I..Fine...do what you want...just.."
"Yes I WILL do what I want and help Zelda, now sleep Rhoam."
The next day Zelda and her mother were traveling to the Gerudo desert but stopped at the stable for a quick break.
"NO WAY! its the Queen and the princess it is an honor to meet you two!" The owner of the stable bowed to them.
"Can I get you two ladies anything?" He smiled.
"No thank you were just stopping by for a bit" the queen smiled.
"Isn't that right? my little bird?"
"Yes mother." Zelda stared blankly at the man.
"Now.. lets us sit outside my little bird" Zeldas mother smiles
"Okay mother" Zelda said
Its been 10 minutes, no kid around zeldas age bothered to even talk to her. it made her sad until one kid came up to her.
"Hello!"
"Um...uh"
"My name is (Name)!! yours??"
"Uhm...erm..I uh..names zel...zelll..."
"Oooo Zel Zel! I love it! cute name!!" You smiled brightly at the girl
"Um.. no its Zelda..." Zelda exclaimed awkwardly
"mmmm Zel Zel is cuter! You seem stif..stiff? are you okay?"
"Oh! I'm quite alright are you?" Zelda smiled
"Yeah I have trou..Trouble! speaking some..times!" you smiled harder
"Hehe well (Name) you could've talked to the other kids...why..me?" Zelda did a sad smile
"Cause! you...seeee ..seemmm cool!" you said happily
"really?"
"yeah really!"
and from that day on you two were almost impossible to seperate sadly The Queen died when Zelda was only 6 but luckily Reader comforted her and almost a blessing happened a few days after the death.
"(NAME) (NAME)!!" Zelda ran to reader and hugged them as tight as she could.
"Hey! what happened...ar... areeee you ok?" Reader said in confusion
"well yes and no.. first off mothers death but yes cause of mothers words! I remember when she said the light of my life can guide me to my destiny! right? right?? and now I think about it you're the light of my life (name)!" Zelda almost sound like she was gonna cry
"What? me??" why???" Reader said even more confused
"cause... look.." Zeldas hand with that weird triangle on it lit up and a bright floating ball appeared in on her hand it was so blinding but so cool.
Your eyes lit up in surprise "You awakened your power!" you gasped so loud.
"yes! I did I should tell my father about the accomplishment (Name)!" Zelda was excited but that didn't last long when Zelda came back week later to visit reader one last time.
you were grabbing flowers in some random field until you saw a horse pull up surprisingly it was the king...and zelda.
"Zelda?! I thought you were-" you ran up to zelda to hug her but stopped by her pushing you back.
"I'm sorry..I can't stay friends with you (name).." Zelda said sadly
"what! why?"
"...cause my father thinks now that I have my power he says I don't "need" you but ever since he told me that my powers just cant seem to work but anyway..this is my goodbye..to you (name).." Zelda cried and hugged you
"Awe, zelda its ok everything will be ok..we'll meet again someday and you'll kick that evils butt and fulfill your duty.." you cried and hugged back.
"I'll miss you zel zel."
"Don't call me that."
This story was so lazy but I'm too tired to redo it I might send it again XD! Just hope you like this lol
Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Poor Zelda. She needs friends too.
For a lazy attempt, it wasn't half bad.
I think you had decent plot. Naturally we don't have much of Zelda's mother's personality (meaning none) but if there changes to make, I would focus on word choice.
Zelda was always very eloquent and I think as royals they would have had some extensive vocabulary. Even if it was just thrown together, just using a few other words outside of daily speech can change the tone of anyone speaking.
The only other thing would be capitalization at the start of the sentences but it's minor. So eh. Not a big deal.
Thank you for sending it in <3
I wonder how different would have ended up if this was some variant of canon. I think she would have been a bit more patient and a little more forgiving to herself.
And maybe she would have been friends with Link sooner.
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Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌
Ah I see, so you drink iced tea with no sweetener at all? Is it like the ones people make from the packets and just let it cool down and add ice?
It feels like I haven't read anything from you in awhile lol but I am excited to see how you end it in the part 4. How many requests do you have?
So I youtubed that ride, and yup that's a no for me 🤣 the view would be pretty but a lot of bad things can go wrong... like what if water starts coming in, or the engine stops and you're stuck underwater. Also yeah, it looks like a pack of sardines in there.. I would not be comfortable sitting with a bunch of other people. What if someone farted or has bad BO 😩
No I haven't really taken anything for the headache. I figured it will just go away. It may be because of too much screen time, since I have been playing on the switch non stop.
Definitely was difficult to keep friends since we moved almost every 2 years. I am glad we permanently stayed in GA but then it was my last 2 years of highschool at that time.
Dang you a shorty hahahaha if your daughter got his height, she's going to be taller than you once she hits puberty 😂 but that's funny because my dad was 6 ft and my mom is about 5'3ish. So I got my dad's height but my mom's features.
Hm I don't think I have any. I'm drawing blank about my life lol my memory is going bad.
I'm running out of questions m'lady! Do you have any?
- CuriousGeorge
Hi corn-punn!
Yeah, i drink unsweetened tea. Sometime i make my own with my ice tea maker (so u put ice in the jug n the machine will brew it n voila u'll get iced tea 😆) but sometiems i buy it at certain fast food place. One thing i love moving to the south is you can always get good ice tea everywhere u go. I love iced tea so much. When i visited cali, not many places serve good ice tea, n they r not consistent with it. N south sweet tea is so much different n better.
Haha really? It has been that long i havent posted anything? I was in the middle putting it together in tumblr but em woke up crying n i had to stay with her in her room until this second. Haha.
Hmm i forgot how many request 😅 i think between 9 or 10? I will check it later n let u know. Haha. Im so tempted to make an event for valentine but im sure i will not be able to get it done. So i might not do it n write the fluff request n gather them together in valentine masterlist.
Remember the fic series idea for valentine i mentioned before? I didnt even got the chance to write it at all..
Seeee! I told u that ride is the worst.😅 ohgosh i cant even imagine if someone fart or have BO in it..🤢
Oh geez. No wonder u have headache. U played too much on the screen. R u that type of that girl who had to be keep reminded by her partner to not play too much because of the headache? 🤭😆😅
Wow moved every 2years.. yikes.. it sucks..especially to adapt.
Me shorty? Heeeyy.. becareful with short people though. They r full of surprises.hahaha. n can be mean if needed.😅🤣
How tall r u by the way? I forgot.hahaha.
Hmm is ther any food u have tried n u wont eat it ever again? Also have u tried balut??
Cheerio!
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namjin in specs
#namjoon#seokjin#jin#btsfanart#namjin#this is how i imagine a school au to be and now it is canon everybody say thank you to run bts#hello my lovelies long time no seeee ><;;;;;
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Tower Locked
@recipe-for-thomathy :p I did it (also a quick look at the notes @midnightstorm-underthe-moon here you go)
Based on this art piece and summary of the same name by @fangirltothefullest
Once upon a time, high up in the tallest tower and guarded by a dutiful and protective serpent, it is said royal twins of a long lost kingdom surrounded in thorn were cursed to sleep for a thousand years by a cruel Dragon Witch. Now they have woken together with no memory of who they once were, surrounded by a knight, a sorcerer, and a strange looking frog…..
Warnings: Swearing, This is 3rd person limited but I switch whose head I invade,
It’s said that if you see the thorn walls, you have entered the serpent’s lair. Once, rumors circulated about the inhabitants. Two princes, of equal wisdom cursed to lie there for an eternity. Some tried to enter, believing true love’s kiss would save the princes. But none made it beyond the serpent. And as time passed, the boys were forgotten, laying forever preserved in their sleep. Until the curse had run its course.
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“Ro?” Remus was the first to stir, reaching for his brother. There was no response for seconds that dragged on for an eternity.
“Why’d you have to wake me Re? I was having a good dream” The response finally came, a sleepy figure sitting up across the room.
“Pardon me for getting scared. Usually...huh. That’s weird. I can’t remember what I’m referencing. What was your dream about?” Remus stood up and crept to his brother’s bed. Roman moved over to let him curl up next to him.
“We were knights in a foreign land...someo-someone...it’s fading. Reeee you idiot I needed to write that down!” Roman shoved his brother carefully.
“Your highnesses! We received wo-” A man burst into the room. He glanced around for a moment before hopping over to the pair. Once they got a good look at him they began screaming and backing up.
“Frog man! Ewwww get it away from me!” Roman yelled. Remus reached without hesitation for a weapon that was not there. When his hand met empty air he resorted to his feet and threats.
“I will kick you so far, your head will disconnect from your body and blood will spurt everywhere!” He kicked out, sharp toed boots coming dangerously close before something appeared and scooped the small frog-man out of reach.
“Patton, we agreed to wait until we were together. If I had known you would rush in here, I would not have informed you that they were awake” A soft voice lectured.
“But I wanted to seeee LoLo” The frogman whined, indicating he was Patton. “LoLo” set the man down, sighing.
“I know. And I share your excitement. However, Janus and Virgil have yet to be ready. Princes, would you like some food while we wait?” He finally turned to the twins, eyes softened.
“Uh...us?” Roman asked, hugging his brother.
“Food, yes, yes yes” Remus chimed in, wiggling happily.
“Easy Re. Have we met before?”
“No, but yes? But mostly no!” Patton said, hopping up onto the bed. He had a glowing smile, one that actually glowed. Remus immediately lashed out again with one foot, Roman’s arms not enough to quell his swirling emotions.
“Pardon us. We’ll bring you food as we wait for our friends. We’ll explain then” The muscled man once more scooped his friend out of range, exiting the room. Roman pulled his brother closer, combing Remus’s long hair with one hand.
“I’m scared. Those men acted like they knew us Ro, and I...I don’t remember” Remus finally said, voice small. Roman hummed, focusing on trying to tame the rat’s nest his twin had.
“I know. I don’t remember either, and I don’t know what to do. For now, we just have to wait and watch out for each other” He finally spoke. His thoughts were a jumble, and all he could think to do was watch out for his brother. And right now that meant keeping him calm and present.
“You know I won’t leave your side my liege” Remus said without pause. Roman snickered.
“Oh no, my brave knight, save me from the tower!” Roman responded in a high pitched voice, still laughing. “A furious dragon keeps me here!”
“Excuse me, but I’m a serpent, and I’ve kept you safe for this long” A hoarse voice cut in. “I brought food”
“Food!” Both of the twins sat up with twin gasps of joy at the sight of the new arrival. The slender man handed them the trays before retreating to sit on the unoccupied bed. He watched as the twins dug in without hesitation.
“Janus” Another figure entered, armor quietly clanking as he crossed the room.
“Hello dear. It appears today was the lucky day” The response was quiet, hissing from the figure’s lips as they finally turned away.
“It was” LoLo entered the room as well, Patton cradled in one arm.
“Explainy time!” Remus said, interrupting the mushy gushy moment.
“Very well. You have met Patton and I, and this is Janus and Virgil” LoLo began, pointing to each of the other pair in turn.
“I have been the one guarding this tower since you fell asleep. Logan put a spell on the rest soon after you succumbed to your curse” Janus continued, the hissing more obvious as he played with their hair.
“Curse?” Roman asked, pausing in his own hair grooming (no word sounds good here I’m sorry -Delphine). Remus whined softly, and Roman switched sides.
“Yes. 1,000 years ago you were cursed by a Dragon Witch. Your kingdom has since fallen to ruins beyond this tower. However, we will still use your proper titles” Virgil shrugged, slouching slightly.
“Our WHAT?” Remus yelled, startling everyone.
“....Your kingdom? Y’know, Mindscape?” Patton ventured.
“We don’t know anything by that name, you guys are fucking unfamiliar, and we just want to go home, wherever that is!” Roman cried. Remus started sniffling too.
“Do they not remember?” Virgil asked, looking to Logan.
“This will be more difficult than I thought. They have no memories beyond...I suppose who they are to each other, and their base memories. No whys or hows” Logan responded thoughtfully, bending down to study each of the twin’s foreheads.
“Don’t invade” Janus said, no real bite to his voice. In fact, they almost seemed to be doing so only by principle.
“We’re brothers. And you’re being bitches” Remus stated, glaring back. Virgil approached, lowering to a kneel by the bed the twins sat on.
“Let me start over. I’m Sir Virgil, loyal knight sworn to protect you when you woke. You were princes of mindscape, splitting your duties between the pair of you. Prince Remus you were leader of us knights. Prince Roman, you handled the diplomatic shit-”
“Virgil!” Patton cut in.
“...Diplomatic matters. Happy Pat?” Virgil hissed “This is Patton, who is in charge of the running of the house. Sorcerer Logan over there has protected us from magical threats and making sure when you woke we would be here. And Janus is the serpent who has protected us these 1,000 years” Virgil finished explaining.
“And I do not wish to discuss how I ended up with the task” Janus pitched in snottily.
“I know dear”
“Are you still hungry?” Patton chipped in cheerfully.
“N...no” Roman shook his head.
“Tastes bad” Remus added unhelpfully.
“It is old. My magic can only go so far” Logan added, straightening to his full height.
“And our garden needs time to grow. Never try to speed up a plant’s growth! One of the key...rules..of magecraft” Patton tried to sound light hearted, but even he couldn’t keep it up.
“It’s okay Pat. We’ll figure it out” Virgil offered awkwardly.
“We know very little of this world. To try and venture beyond these walls without learning would be...ill advised” Logan was chewing on his lip.
“And I’m no help. I hibernate a lot. Couldn’t risk leaving far either. I had to stay. For your sakes” Janus offered, one hand going to his elongated teeth.
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pinky and the brain - s1e6: brainania
i’m running on like the barest dregs of energy let’s fucking do this leeroy jenkins
episode summary: brain needs to build a Very Big Tumbly Drier. he needs a lot of money to build a Very Big Tumbly Drier. he decides the best way to do this is to.... invent a country and scam the us out of a foreign aid cheque.
hm.
the rundown:
it’s acme labs!
there it is.
as we zoom in a little, we hear pinky laughing maniacally at the very mention of tom ruegger, while a couple of women are dead on the floor.
hm.
SPEAK TO ME, PHYLLIS, SPEAK. as it turns out, things aren’t quite as dire as previously thought, as pinky affirms that brain looks “simply fetching.”
narf.
“these are the only garments i could obtain. and besides, you are no helen of troy yourself.”
ignoring the fact that he chose to wear the hat and the gloves as well, brain moves onto explaining his latest plan--
but not before giving pinky a static-y poke for his crimes.
“to generate global static cling, we shall construct a massive clothes dryer.”
BEHOLD.
THE TITANOCYCLE FOUR THOUSAND, WITH THREE SPEEDS AND AUTOMATIC WRINKLEGUARD. this will surely allow brain to.... trap everyone in their clothes via static cling and. uh. allow him to seize power...... somehow......... by putting everyone in a really big tumbledryer?????
it costs fourteen billion dollars.
“oh, i have it!”
“we build a huge tooth, leave it under a huge pillow, and then fairies will leave us lots of money!”
brain tells pinky to stop eating paint chips. it’s a well deserved response to pinky’s insane, bullshit idea, not nearly as dignified and scientific as Everyone Goes In The Big Tumbly Dryer By Brain Age Two And A Half.
as he heads off to ponder an Equally Sensible idea to get a lot of money, pinky assures brain that he will not “be a bother.”
“brain.”
“if i ate a hundred jelly rolls, would i explode?”
i don’t know why pinky is sticking his ass out. maybe that’s where the jelly rolls go, in the sense that whenever i used to eat cakes around my dad he’d often say something like “a minute on the lips is a lifetime on the hips”. (also? pinky is british, so what he actually means is jelly rolls, and that sounds disgusting.)
so anyway brain gives him a piece of paper and tells him to try origami.
BUT WAIT.
“pinky! are you pondering what i’m pondering?” “i think so brain, but why the bitch stacey foreign aid office is giving chad all the money while i’ve always been a nice guy and showed her a basic level of human respect is beyond me. narf.”
no i’m sorry. he didn’t say that. pinky respects women. also apologies to the residents of the actual country of chad. big ups to all of you. lol. (he actually says “but pantyhose are so uncomfortable in the summertime”, which is wild, considering this episode was aired in november.)
brain doesn’t want to wear the pantyhose.
well, maybe he does, but not right now. instead, he suggests that they form a bogus nation and demand reparations from the united states, which is, of course, easier, saner, and far less work than Really Big Tooth. as he folds the Chad Newspaper into a vague key shape (the Virgin Tabloid never had a chance) pinky points out that, uh
you can’t just invent a country, brain. “won’t people know we’re not a real country?”
“the average american’s grasp of geography is pitiful. they’ll think we’re part of the former soviet union.”
“or canada.”
so they pick a random, tiny island on the label of a Science Chemical and set off on the boat to Being A Coloniser Town.
a long sea voyage awaits us! and at the end, we shall found a nation! and that nation shall be called!
BRAINANIA.
“can’t we call it pinkyland? or eric?”
“don’t vex me, pinky, or i shall turn on you.”
so they get on the S.S FATTY LUMPKIN and bugger off to Island X.
“i haven’t seen anybody yet, brain. i guess we’re alone here.”
“excellent, pinky. it’s time to flesh out the terrain.”
“that volcano will be mount brain.”*
“this clearing will be brain flats,”
“and that water over there--”
“very well.”
“the fjord of pinky.”
and they hoist their adorable, homemade flag, while pinky doots them a little themetune.
(*perhaps when they’re not in the middle of the jungle.)
how lovely!
less lovely.
significantly less lovely. still, it got brain to make the little O:O face, so it’s not all bad.
as the mice are scooped up onto a sphere and presented in front of this presumably-maori gentleman, brain decides to put his White Gay From Los Angeles skills to the test, and reassures pinky that he will communicate with them in the Primitive Argot Of The South Seas.
ME NUMBER ONE FELLA. OTHER FELLA NUMBER TEN. CATCHY ALL SAME SAME. YOU SAVVY?
“good day, mate. d’you speak english?”
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
anyway apparently this has happened often enough that these guys learnt english. from all the times it happened. and then they ate the guy they learnt english from and shrunk his head, but to be honest, i don’t blame them.
this is alan. “hello, alan.” says pinky.
“i would be pinky! and this is prime minister brain.”
“who is IN CHARGE OF THIS ISLAND AND EVERYTHING YOU SEEEE.”
“narf.”
sneaky bastard knows what he’s doing.
alan isn’t too happy with that, because the island belongs to the volcano god, whanganui,
WHO PROTECTS US FROM EVIL AND HAAARM AND WHAT ALL ELSE.
(i can find no evidence that whanganui is actually a god, as opposed to just A Bit Of New Zealand. if they are, i’m more than happy to go back and edit this as would be religiously considerate.)
this is the face of a man who knows he has fucked up.
still, brain decides yet again that his pride comes before any kind of rational decision, so he decides to tell them that whanganui sent him to the island to rule over them,
as proven by his fire powers.
(ETA: i missed this last time. why is brain carrying a lighter around? that episode isn’t for a good few more seasons yet.)
alan is unimpressed.
I CAN TRAP YOUR SOULS INSIDE THIS GLASS
“i can make bubbles with my spit!”
apparently this is a real talent on the island. who’d have thought. (they do not believe it to be a sign of god. it’s just really cool.)
so brain gets a hand building brainania.
it has everything one could possibly need.
actually pretty much as soon as the airport and the gift shop are built, brain heads to washington, so evidently he holds the strong opinion that this is everything a country could possibly need. odd. still, maybe he plans on adding stuff once he becomes world ruler, or whatever.
so with that established, The Most Exalted ned limpopo gets out of the car. hassan lembeck is also here. he is attempting to make an origami bird out of a newspaper.
no bird for you, mr lembeck. no bird for you.
they wander off to go and see mr bisck, who is currently playing with a little toy plane.
he reacts to the news that the prime minister of brainania is here to see him with “oh great, more moochers,”
and does not seem to take kindly to having tiny mice on his desk, even if they are reasonably exalted.
though a quick database search tells him said mice have no record of financial trouble, or, indeed, a credit rating, so. he tells them to go away.
“go away.”
okay. hassan doesn’t take this well.
as Exalted Ned Limpopo gently tries to persuade mr bisck that he could “harm negotations” between brainania and the us (a lot more politely than he usually explains things to people, may i add) hassan chimes in with a haven’t you people ever heard of bold claim that brainania, if slighted, will INVADE YOUR LANDS
GO BOOM BOOM BOOM
AND MAKE YOU ALL OUR PATHETIC SLAAAAAAAAAAAAVES.
mr bisck does not like this idea, it seems.
as he rushes off to tell the UN, brain informs pinky that he has
“just created an international incident.”
“oh, thank you, brain.”
“in the words of the immortal yogi bear, this is dejavu all over again.”
so the boys turn up on PUNCHLINE, WITH FRED FLUBBLE.
there he is. “perhaps you gentlemen would care to climb up on the desk?”
they make it, just about.
and sing a fun little song about brainania’s war victories, i guess.
WE WILL FIGHT AND NEVER QUIT
FIND ME A ROOFTOP AND I WILL SPIT. NARF
this is not well recieved by the us military.
unfortunately, as the US press secretary points out, the us cannot go to war with a country it can’t find,
(wuss.)
so instead the mice are invited to dinner at the white house.
“in a few short hours, pinky, we shall have our foreign aid loan, and then the world!”
“birdy birdy birdy! narf!”
“i sense much of this historic moment is lost on you.”
at the white house, a very bored looking individual introduces The Most Exalted Ned Limpopo (feat. hassan lembeck), and bill clinton shakes his hand.
“me number one fella. other fellas number ten. catchy all same same. you savvy?”
“i speak fluent english.”
“eyyyy. haha. sure you do.”
“all brainania ever wanted from the US was friendship. friendship, and fourteen billion dollars and fifty nine cents. the friendship i will treasure. the money i will spend on polo ponies and cruise missiles.”
brain has a brief discussion with hilary clinton over the advantages of strontium ninety versus uranium two-thirty-eight,
bill clinton pulls this face and tells them it Sounds Smart,
and the mice bounce merrily back to mr bisck to get their foreign aid check.
“you better not lose it, buster!!! i just erased your records!! you won’t get another one from me!!!!”
HA.
“one should be enough. thanks and farewell, “
“you niggling bureaucrat.”
conclusion:
upon returning back to brainania, The Most Exalted Ned Limpopo finds a letter from alan addressed to him. it’s also mouse sized, which is adorable. apparently, whanganui,
WHO PROTECTS US FROM EVIL AND WHAT ALL ELSE
is “blinking mad”, and the volcano is going to explode.
brain, obviously, does not believe in whanganui, and is mostly just mad that he’s lost his workforce. still, as pinky points out,
“at least we've still got brainania!”
“i sense life has taken another sardonic twist.”
still, they do, barely, have enough time to reach the shoreline and start swimming away from the imminently exploding volcano. perhaps it should have been, yknow, a pretty decent sign that the natives cleared out. historically, people who live in these places tend to know about them, but what of that when brain is number one guy same same you savvy.
🙄
anyway the karmatic response to all of that previous racism is that a tidal wave sweeps them back onto the volcano,
which then blasts them into space.
(okay not literally space. but they do end up on a little raft in the middle of the ocean. don’t ask me where the raft came from. i have no idea.)
oof.
“mother nature has slammed her unmerciful fist on our fair isle, pinky.”
“do you know what this means?”
“birdy birdy birdy!!!!”
brain does not appreciate Birdy Birdy Birdy.
“blast it, pinky!”
“i said, do you know what this means!!”
“it means you just ripped up our foreign aid cheque.”
one should be enough, huh?
brain: 7
pinky: 7
outside influence: 13
like, i don’t know. maybe pinky shouldn’t have been making oragami birds out of the foreign aid cheque. but, while silly, it’s not like it did any harm. brain.... brain just needs to chill.
“well, aren’t you the tiniest foreigners i’ve had in here all morning. i’m mr appleby, can i help you?”
“yes. we would like to have relations with you. and steal some milk duds.”
“we wish to establish diplomatic relations with the us. i am the prime minister, and this is my minister of finance.”
“brainania--? oh, i remember you. you used to be a.... suburb of prague.”
“can you prove you’re a nation?”
“yes! we have postcards.”
“that’s the fjord of pinky.”
“you foreign folk sure have your own.... queer little ways.”
#patb#pinky and the brain#i did not like this episose much but. i suppose it was like thirty years ago#bizarrely it's actually more respectful to the natives than a lot of cartoons at the time were which is#even worse actually.
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Hiiii okie so my name is beth and I wanted to request a matchup if that’s okay with you! :>
my online alias is beth, but my name is riley
pronouns - she/her (even tho i know they aren’t needed lol)
sexuality - great question =v= i don’t really like labels, but eh girls and guys are both hot and suggestive things make me extremely uncomfortable :D
personality stuff - I am an INFJ, and 4w5 ^v^ I really really like my personal time, but when I care about someone they become a part of that personal time. I am either super loud and energetic OR extremely quiet and reserved. There is no in-between. I’m also very competitive hehe
hobbies - art, the occasional video games, singing, watching anime, and cosplay
what you want in a partner - I need someone who is carefree and energetic that can match my levels of obnoxiousness, but who can also bring me back down to earth when my mind is spiraling. I also like being playful and teasing people, so someone who can dish that out but also take it.
star sign - cancer!
likes - PINK. EVERYTHING PINK. I LOVE PINK. i love listening to music, talking to my online friends, stargazing, staying up past 3 am, phone calls, fluff and angst, the rain, spring time, fried noodles, and long, cozy hugs, monster energy (ultra rosa and ultra blue,) and discord - my god i live there basically o-o
dislikes - homework, being forced to create things when i’m uninspired, dry texters, the intense heat of summer, overbearing people who never shut their mouths hi mom, when people refuse to understand your side of a discussion when you are trying to understand theirs, when people walk slowly, awkward hugs, the sun in my eyes, and 8 hour school days
kins - atsumu, (i love him sm, biggest kin ever,) oikawa, tanaka, marinette/ladybug from miraculous ladybug, sinon from sword art online, and usagi/sailor moon from sailor moon >:3
fun facts - so imagine my hands are flat , and i lift my fingers back, right? they can go back about 90 degrees. and it doesn’t hurt. i like telling people this when they meet me because they usually freak out and i like to see the look on their faces.
what you look like - i have pink hair (dyed it after i graduated!! finally!!) and blue eyes, i wear glasses, i’m 5'6 but wish i was 5'0, and i’m ting but kinda muscle-y?
if you want a platonic or romantic relationship -romantic
literally anything you want i just want to learn about you! - well let’s seeee hm my personality tends to adapt to others. this can get super draining when i’m around people for a very long period of time, but when i’m around someone i love it’s not draining. i want to be an english teacher once i finish university, (i say, not capitalizing sentences or proper nouns and have multiple grammar errors) and I’m hoping to move to Japan and teach english there! i work at a coffee shop, and it’s basically my second home. i think that’s ab it for me! oh, uhm so i love bokuto as a character, but please, anyone but him. he’d be so overbearing, i would just be tired all the time :,)
I HOPE YOU HAVE AN ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL DAY!! big smiles for you!
aaaa hello! thank you so much for requesting you seem so sweet! ayo 5′6 gang :) also i’m (addicted) a fan of monster as well, and my favorite is probably ultra white or ultra sunrise. also if u want you can add me on discord, my @ is burnttoast #2600. anyways, here’s your matchup!
generating matchup…
matchup: complete
i match you up with oikawa!
he first met you at the coffee shop you work at, and he ordered the most sugary, cream filled drink that you guys sold, and it had like a tablespoon of coffee in it. you made a shady comment about it, and he pretended to be offended by it, but he just was complaining about “the rude service” to be able to talk to you more. when you gave him his drink, he gave you a tip and his number, and he thought it was the literal smoothest thing ever, but it really was just a little dorky, but pretty cute.
he will call you at like 1am, and just talk with you until one of you guys fall asleep, he usually does first, but you fall asleep soon after. the talks can either be actually serious and deep, but they are usually really chaotic, and it’s just you guys lowkey roasting each other (jokingly), or streaming an anime and reacting to it with each other. (oikawa loved tamaki from ohshc and he wouldn’t shut up about him for at least 3 days)
oikawa is a little space dork, so one of your first dates was a stargazing date. he took you out to a local park, set out a couple of blankets and a portable telescope, and for the rest night you guys looked at the sky, his hand brushing lightly across you, shoulders touching, content to be in that moment forever.
once you were drinking a can of monster, and oikawa had never tried it before, so he asked if he could have some. you gave him a can and he drank the entire thing in like 10 minutes, and it a whole ass ride for him- like he travelled through different dimensions, and for the rest of the day he was super hyper, and talked really fast until it was almost not understandable, and it was so funny.
he really likes your hair and will always offer to touch it up if your roots are growing out. he is actually pretty good at it, and he will always make the hair dye sessions a mini date, where you guys do face masks and bitch about people while music plays in the background. one time he also dyed a little bit of his hair to match you, and it looked pretty good.
he tried to make you fried noodles to surprise you, but ended up burning them and setting off the smoke alarm. you ended up making it with him, and with you help, the noodles turned out pretty good, and after some practice, he can make them on his own pretty well. once he put in some really spicy peppers just to get a reaction from you and when you tasted it, you almost murdered him, because he was just laughing so hard while you basically died.
one of the most memorable dates you had with him was when you guys went to eat at a small restaurant in the city, so you had to take the subway to get there, and it was really romantic and cute, and after you guys ate, you and oikawa just explored the city, his arm around your waist the entire time. while you guys were outside, it started raining really hard, and you had to quickly sprint to the subway station, before you and oikawa could get too drenched. he used his jacket to cover you, though it didn’t do much, and you ended up getting home at 2am, soaking wet and a little cold, but it was worth it, because you and oikawa had a really fun time together.
you and oikawa sometimes have midnight karaoke sessions, where you play whatever music you are feeling like listening to at the moment, and you both just sing your hearts out. you have so many videos of oikawa attempting to sing the higher notes, and these performances always end in you guys laughing from how stupid you both look and sound.
you guys are both really competitive, so if you are doing something together, you and oikawa will make it a lowkey competition, and the winner gets bragging rights for like a week, and gets to make shady comments about how they are better. so far you guys are pretty even with the winning and losing, but you have a few more wins than he does (much to oikawa’s dismay)
overall, you guys just give off these bad bitch, i’m hotter than you vibes, and everyone aspires to have a chill but still romantic relationship like you and oikawa have. there is never an unexciting or boring moment with you two, and it’s always fun just to be around you guys, no matter what you are doing.
i hope you enjoyed!
#haikyuu#haikyuu matchups#oikawa#oikawa tooru#haikyuu!!#haikyu#tooru oikawa#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu imagines#haikyu headcanons#haikyu imagines#oikawa x you#oikawa imagines#oikawa headcanons#submission
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Info Time!
Hello everyone! Well this was bound to come eventually, but here goes! This post will be a bit on the longer side, I apologize for that in advance, but it’s a needed one in the end so here we go.
This is for my new RP sideblog @soph-choph-rp (real original name I know) which is where anything I do that’s related to rp related will be posted. Click that URL and head there if you’re interested!
Now then, under the cut, you’ll find Mun Info, Rules, and Muse info, so please give that a quick read to know how stuff works!
Mun info!
Hi y’all! First off, my name’s Soph, I’m 18, any pronouns ya want, and I’ve been writing/doing RP for around 4 years now. Not long compared to some, but hey I’m doin my best. Currently my main fandom of choice, thank you ADHD brain for hyperfixating so much, is on Dragonball and from there specifically saiyans. I’ve written for different fandoms in the past, but as of recently it’s pretty much been majority DB related things. Let’s seeee what else to say here...
I’ve got a dog named Baby who’s real sweet, she’s a Maltese poodle mix who thinks she’s a damn Great Dane even though she looks like a marshmallow. I work with wildlife to rehab animals to be released to the wild, lots of raccoons and opossums for the most part, but occasionally get some neat oddball animals in such as foxes, beavers, otters, bobcat kittens, fawns, and we even had bear cubs get brought in at one point! Animals are something I like a great deal, always have.
Back on the topic of writing though, I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes, what can I tell ya I’m an ADHD mess, so if I’m a little late on replies (taking more than a day) please please please message me with a reminder, I promise it won’t bug me one bit! My inbox is always open, as are my DMs, so please feel free to message me or send in an ask or two whenever ya want! I’m happy to do all kinds of RPs with all sorts of characters, but I’ll definitely go out and say planet Vegeta AUs are absolutely a guilty pleasure of mine, probably cause I just love the saiyan beans as much as I do. Whether canon compliant or AU, I’d love to start writing/interacting with all you wonderful people in this community, so please don’t be shy!
Now for the not so fun, but also needed bit. Without further ado, please take note of the
Rules:
Now, I don’t have too many rules here, I’m open to majority of things, however there is a handful of hard no categories and actions that I feel the need to lay out.
1) I will not do solely NSFW rps. Now, this does not mean I will not ever have more NSFW leaning content, however I will not participate in a RP where the only purpose of it is to get a character laid rather than plot/character development. I’m here to write for plot, not porn, and I wanted to be sure that was quite clear from the get go. This is honestly just a personal preference, I have no qualms against anyone who writes smut/ERP actively, I just personally don’t enjoy writing it myself especially if there’s no real point to it. Even if the characters are in a relationship, there’s far more aspects to a healthy relationship than just the more lewd bits and that’s just what I enjoy getting into more and feel most comfortable with.
2) I will not tolerate racism, homophobia, transphobia, or any other sort of hatred on this blog. In regards to a RP setting, this is a thin thin line that can be tread on, but my stance on such things is no slurs (obviously) and do not glorify it in any way. It can be part of a character’s past or a plot point (as in overcoming a past history of it to grow as a character or something to that extent), but it must be handled in a manner that is respectful to those who have had to personally endure such things.
3) If I come to find you are someone who actively sends hateful messages to those in the community or are just generally a toxic/hateful person towards others, I reserve the right to block you for such transgressions. This includes if I find out this has occurred even after already starting a thread/RP with you. Essentially, don’t be a dick and you’ll be all good.
That’s it when it comes to rules for now, like I said not many to worry about, however if more stuff comes up that I failed to put in here along the way I reserve the ability to make additions. Pretty much though, just be decent/respectful and we’ll be 100% okay for the most part. Now for the fun part!!
Muses!
As stated in my bio and above, my main muses are definitely the saiyan beans, namely Vegeta, Goku, Raditz, and Bardock; however, Turles, Tora, and Gine are also on the table there as well, I’ve just got a bit less experience when it comes to characterizing then. There’s also a chance I may use two of my OCs here, so may as well give them intros just in case.
Short of it is, there’s Daikon and Glacius. Daikon is a saiyan, a good bean honestly, real sweetheart when it comes down to it and someone gets to know him. Can be a bit cold at first, he’s somewhat shy that way, but get him to warm up to you by earning his trust some and his true colors come out. Glacius on the other hand... yeeeeah no, no he’s an ass. Glacius is a member of Frieza’s race, a nasty bastard really. Manipulative and cunning don’t even begin to cut it with him, not in the slightest, and he’s definitely not a merciful one. If you happen to be interested in those two, I’ll post a much more detailed google doc down below for you to click on and read. Will go more in depth on their characters in both personalities, fighting styles, and backstory along with give you an idea of what they look like. Drew the art you see on the sheets myself! Just click the names of each below to access the sheet and you’ll be all set.
Glacius
Daikon
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Dinner with Christians
*** Disclaimer *** - this is tongue in cheek fun. If you take it seriously and get triggered because bew hew you know a Christians then tough shit frankly. Enjoy!
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"Fun as in 'naked twister' fun?" he quipped, slightly too hopefully.
Felicity shot him one of her narrow-eyed, ‘you better behave’ sort of looks and squeezed his arm.
"It's just that I went to a party once and it was full of forty-something swingers and-"
"Oh you did not," She admonished with a flap of her hand that signalled that she didn't believe him and that the subject was dead. "Besides," she added, almost as an afterthought, "they're good Christian people, they wouldn't be into anything like that."
"They're what?" A look of horror flew across Max’s face. Last time he’d encountered Christians en masse was his Christening, and he’d slept through that.
"Flick! Daaahling! Happy New Year!" A horribly ‘faux posh’ voice echoed from the porch.
"Tom, Helen, how are you both, awww!" Felicity gushed, hugging her hosts and flashing air kisses that missed by miles. It was at that moment that the girl that was once Felicity Harbour changed….in a way Max hoped he would never see again. The transformation was devastating, dramatic and swift. In that moment, she had become the entity known as Flick.
Max stood in the doorway and juggled the beer, a resigned but somehow desperate expression on his face. What had just happened? It was only seven pm and he already wished the night was over. As he walked into the predictably magnolia and laminate hallway he spared a thought for the lads in the King's Arms, drinking, celebrating, happy, and single. Happy New Year indeed.
From inside, the stomach-churning soprano 'Walking in the Air' began to filter through into the hallway and he knew that with certainty it wouldn't be long before Cliff made an appearance too.
Tom and Helen were pretty as boring as the house. Helen was slightly overweight and dowdy. Straight mousy hair framed a chubby face and she was dressed in a shapeless floral dress. Tom was the sort of guy you would want to beat savagely and, were it not for the fact that it would be something like kicking a puppy, you feared that you would. Sporting a pair of tortoise shell rimmed glasses and a drab loose knit sweater; he’d also adopted a magnificent eye twitch that Max found compelling. Tom would use words like 'cathartic' and 'holistic' a lot and pronounced the word beautiful as 'buuudafull’. Max ground his teeth together and tried to smile.
"So Maximillian nice to finally meet you, how aaaare you? We heard you've been mentally ill is that right?" Tom said all in one breathe.
Maximillian? Against his better judgement, he shifted the bitter into the crook of his arm and grasped Tom's limp, slightly damp hand, pumping it in greeting whilst brandishing a vaguely threatening fake grin. "No, no it was a week off work for compassionate reasons, some work rela-"
"Super! Well, this is my wife Helen…" Tom cut in with a disarming smile and a sweep of his hand.
Feeling more than very put out, Max braced himself as Helen approached him for a double air kiss and he was horrified to note a wispy, grey moustache lying in wait across her top lip. She smelled faintly of Yardley’s English Lavender, and that was no great surprise either. Helen also had this irritating habit of talking to you through either closed or wildly fluttering eyelids, it made him wonder whether half way through a conversation he could nip away and come back without being noticed. "Soooo gooooood to seeee yooooou," she whined.
Tom and Helen invited them into an untidy living room and introduced them to the others: Jed and Hannah, Campbell and his friend Philip, and Camilla.
"Guys, this is Maximillian, Flick's beau – he's recently been mentally ill," Tom was saying, nodding sagely, "So let’s hope he finds tonight's diverse social integration… cathartic."
Max raised a hand in salute. "Well, I wasn't strictly ill, but hello." Something told him that the five pints of John Smith's he'd downed before meeting Flick and friends wouldn't be enough. He then noticed Jed was wearing sandals with Argyll socks and briefly flirted with the idea of running away – quickly.
Dinner was a bland vegetarian affair that Helen had managed to become tearful over when she discovered that she had burned the crust of the leak and leak pie. The potatoes were more than slightly underdone and the onion gravy watery beyond compare, although the Swede and carrot mash was passable. She seemed heartened by the fact that her eye-watering, sugar-free rhubarb and gooseberry compote was edible, or at least that was the suggestion that everyone had given her by doggedly finishing their bowls.
"I think I've just developed a stomach ulcer," Max whispered to Flick, who shushed him tetchily.
"Matchmakers and coffee?" offered Tom, as if it was the height of sophistication.
"I'll stick with the beer, thanks." Max pointed to his fast depleting stock. The group had barely managed to empty three bottles of predictably cheap wine over dinner. He cracked open another can and tried to get comfortable on the lumpy sofa.
"So," Jed was saying, his legs crossed and his hands constructing a pyramid at his chest, "Hannah and I met Campbell whilst on sabbatical in Bratislava in 1999…"
"Yea yea, Bratislava’s an awesome country”; Campbell interjected as if anyone was interested in his point.
Max rolled his eyes, but thought again about speaking out, leaving the group to embarrass themselves.
"Well, it's funny," Campbell continued in his soft, whiney Scottish accent and patted his 'friends' arm, "because Philip and I met during his gap year in Burundi."
"Yes I was working with Médecins Sans Frontières as a volunteer nurse." Philip added with a self-satisfied smile.
"Oh that's riiiight," gushed Helen. "I heard that you had done a lot of good work in the Third World."
"I now do some volunteer work with special needs, but not as much as I'd like to" Philip continued, "in fact I'm a dedicated helper in the community for a great person called Ben Calloe."
“Wonky Ben?" Max said.
The front room fell silent. To look at their faces so aghast, one would have thought that he had just dropped his pants. "What? Wonky Ben, gammy leg, he comes in the pub."
"He's got cerebral palsy, Max," Philip said with the measured patience of somebody trying to break some really bad news.
"Yeah but you want to try and race lad, he's pretty quick after a few rum and cokes I can tell you."
"You feed him alcohol?" Campbell seemed genuinely horrified.
Max shrugged. "He's a bloke not a gerbil. Why shouldn’t he enjoy a drink or two, he’s still a person". He was vaguely aware of Flick tugging urgently at his sleeve. "What, you've never raced a drunken spazz?"
"We don't refer to them as 'spastic' anymore." Hannah said gently.
"Anyway…" Tom intervened. "Campbell, you were saying about Burundi…"
Max's eyes darted incredulously from speaker to speaker, what irritated him more than the inane anecdotes of who met whom and during what Hutu uprising, was the fact that Camilla simply nodded in agreement to every statement and mmm-mmm'd her approval. This further cemented Max's theory that she had nothing to add to any conversation. Anywhere. Ever.
Max sighed and cracked open another can.
"So Maxi, did your faith helped you through your period of mental illness?" Tom said, some time later, turning his attention across the table.
"Sorry, what?" Max jumped awake from the semi-doze he’d fallen into
"Your faith, was it a crutch?" Helen asked. "I found that my faith brought me through my darker moments when I was diagnosed with uterine polyps."
"Mmm, yah, polyps." Camilla nodded seriously, shooting Helen a tight lipped look of unswerving support and female camaraderie.
"Er, no, I'm not a big church goer to be honest." Or at all, but he wasn’t going to admit that.
"Awww." The group crooned in an 'oh you poor, silly, ignorant little man' fashion.
He noted that Flick looked suitably embarrassed and could not help but feel a little crow of jubilation inside him.
"You really should consider taking Christ into your life." Hannah said.
"Mmm-mmm, yah. Christ our Lord." Camilla spouted and actually held up a hand in some sort of 'hey Jesus, here I am,' wave.
Max drew a patient breath and forced a smile. "No, thanks all the same. I'm happy with my lot and it's not really for me, but cheers."
"Don't worry; I'm sure you will regain your faith with Flick's help, she is such a strong woman." Helen sympathised. "You will find that it was the glory of the Lord that drew you out of your mental illness."
"Oh, I'm not so sure!" Max replied smoothly.
They all looked at him in earnest. "Yes Max… it was. They nodded as one. "Oh yes, Jesus loves you. He loves us all." Hannah intoned. This was getting a little creepy, and Max edged his way along the sofa.
"Doesn't seem to love wonky Ben that much does he now," Max replied sourly.
"Ah, don't worry, the Lord has His own plan for Ben. His physical illness is part of god’s plan, as was your mental illness."
Max slammed his hand down on the nearby table causing everyone to jump and sending John Smiths tins scattering. Camilla stopped mmm-mmming all of a sudden and looked petrified. He stood up and stared at them all.
"Look, I'm not mentally ill. I never have been; I had a week's leave of absence after some work related stresses and my mum dying. And before you say it, no, she's hasn't 'crossed over' or 'become spirit' or whatever it is you nut-jobs think and she's not 'in a better place'. She's in a box, in the ground, in Highgate cemetery. Oh and in case you were wondering, I don't want to join your blasted Christian polyp support group or whatever it is. I have been listening to you lot for the past four hours and you have yet to say anything remotely constructive or interesting!"
"Maxi, I really don't think this is-" Campbell began to speak, looking pale.
"It's Max you irritating Scottish poof!"
"Wha-what?" Campbell and Philip both looked stunned, as if some great and unspoken secret had been splashed across the national news.
"Oh come off it, people! If these two were any more mince they'd be a Chilli Con Carne."
An awkward silence fell across the group, broken only by Philip, who began to weep quietly into his napkin.
He glared at them for a few seconds longer before about turning and striding into the hallway. "Jesus Christ! No wonder they threw you lot to the lions!”
The door slammed shut in his wake.
"Peace be with you…" Tom murmured cheerlessly, smoothing his pullover.
#christians#writing#short story#funny#christian polyp support group#i wrote this back in 2008 and it still makes me giggle#donttakeitsoseriously
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Steve leaves tony and Tony learns he's pregnant
Seeee, now I had this wonderful angsty idea swimming in my head for a while about pregnant Tony being left behind for reasons I haven’t decided yet and now I have the perfect opportunity to show this part that I’ve really wanted to show peeps. So here’s some past-stony with endgame ironpanther and some small blink-and-you-miss ironhusbands, if you want to see that.
a/b/o au where it’s frowned upon for a child not to have at least one alpha parent claim them as their own. Doesn’t necessarily mean they have to have an alpha be their parent by blood, just that an alpha (family friend, uncle, cousin, brother/sister-in law, anyone close really) takes them under their wing. All nothing but titles.
There were many painful things Tony had gone through in his life, physically and emotionally that would’ve left many throw in the towel and give up on everything, but none of those painful experiences had been as rewarding as the moment he first held his baby son and daughter. Labor be damned.
The lungs on the pair were strong and their cries powerful. Too young for their orientation to be known yet but Tony knew for sure they would grow up to be well respected and stand tall with nothing to hold them back.
At least they would until their unfortunate circumstance Tony had placed them under was revealed and their status would greatly plummet. Not even an alpha would be able to recover from the taint of being unclaimed, to be raised without the influence of an alpha prime. Even with the progress done in modern society the belief that a child raised without an alpha prime in their name would grow up to be a nuisance with no possible future or benefit. That was all bullshit and the mentality of old traditionalist, but the opinions of many did cause a stir and lowered their chances to even have equal footing to the rest fortunate enough to have an alpha prime take them under their wing.
Tony had doomed his own children even before they were born.
As he held them with such happiness and pride, the wrongs of the world unable to touch them at the moment, he couldn’t ignore the shadow that loomed over them. The soft eyes of pity from the nurses and the doctor as they watched the single omega hold his children alone without an alpha prime present to claim them was a reminder that his most precious and joyous moment wouldn’t last long. The reality of society would soon bring it’s ugly head in and not even the children of Tony Stark could escape it’s harshness.
“I’m sorry, little ones. I can’t do more.”
His beautiful children didn’t respond, naturally. They were oblivious of the disgraceful life they were brought into and had no idea what was waiting for them. For now all Tony could do was hold them and pray his love was enough for now. And the resentment wouldn’t nearly kill him.
“Mister Stark?” the doctor came forth, looking uncomfortable with a birth certificate in hand. “Is there anyone to claim them?”
Shame prevented Tony from looking at the doctor straight in her eyes. “No. No one. Just me.”
Thankfully she didn’t say anything. There was no need to. Everyone was well aware of what the future would bring for the newborns and there was nothing to be done about it.
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The silence that befell the room made it so the sound that came seconds later echoed through Tony’s very core and nearly caused him to go deft. The squeak of boots made him wince and one of the nurses’ low voice of “Sir, you can’t be here,” made it seem she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Tony didn’t panic at the sudden intrusion but the sight of his best friend walking towards him like a man on a mission made his heart leap. Rhodey was still meant to be waiting outside until the doctor gave the go ahead for visits. There was no reason for him to be in the room yet.
“My name is James Rhodes. I’m an alpha prime and I’m here to claim the children of Tony Stark.”
Tony’s mouth nearly hit the floor.
The doctor didn’t question it. She had no reason to. She had seen Rhodey when Tony was first wheeled in, crying in pain and gripping Rhodey’s hand. She knew Rhodey was someone close and was an alpha prime and had just declared to take Tony’s newborns under his name.
“Rhodey?” Tony’s voice cracked, unable to form what he truly wanted to say. What are you doing? What are you thinking? Don’t fix my mistakes, please.
Rhodey’s eyes were full of determination. No sign of hesitation of second thoughts. This was an alpha ready to take a step. “If the next words out of your mouth are you trying to convince me not to do this because you don’t want me to ‘sacrifice myself’ then don’t bother. I’m doing this because you’re my friend, Tones, and because the months I spent with you leading up to this day I ended up falling in love with two squirts that haven’t even talked yet but managed to win me over anyway. This is not a sacrifice. It’s never going to be a sacrifice. I want to do this. I’ll be their uncle, hell I’ll even be their dad if you let me, but you bet I’m going to be in their life. Now shut up and let me sign that certificate.”
Tony shut his mouth and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. Damn Rhodey and his ability to always make everything better.
The doctor handed the certificate over and stamped it twice after Rhodey signed, making it official and giving Tony’s…. no, their, children a chance. When Rhodey made his way over to the bed and leaned down Tony didn’t hesitate to thank him.
“Don’t thank me, Tones. I told you it’s not a sacrifice.”
“But you didn’t have to.”
“No,” Rhodey squeezed his shoulder, “I wanted to. Now let me see my kids, ey?”
Pale skin, pink cheeks, tuffs of brown and blonde hair, features that belonged to their biological father, they resembled nothing of Rhodey but Rhodey stared at them as if they were truly his own. Pride, happiness, Rhodey didn’t care if they didn’t belong to him. He already loved them.
“So what are their names?”
“I was thinking…. Peter and Gwen,” Tony stared up at him, wanting his approval. He had just as much of a say as Tony now.
Rhodey mouthed the names, nodding. “I like it.”
At five years old Peter and Gwen were already partners in crime, devious and truly evil when they put their minds into things. Thankfully they loved Tony and Rhodey too much to put them in the ground early. But Tony got the feeling that once they hit their teen years they weren’t going to hold back as much.
Today wasn’t that day. The pair were seated in their booth, talking between themselves and eating their slice of pie as they waited eagerly for Rhodey for their weekly dinner out together. A small tradition they had created in their favorite diner. The very same diner Tony and Rhodey had gone to during their MIT years. Still in business and going just as strong as before. The fact that Tony sometimes makes small donations had nothing to do with it.
The day was meant to be like any other. Wait for Rhodey, order their usual, chat about what trouble Peter and Gwen had gotten into, have Rhodey pry for information on the alpha that Tony had gotten to know during a recent business meeting to extend a hand towards Wakanda, and leave together for whatever activity they were up to. Tony was ready for it all, looked forward to it, so when an alpha he didn’t think he’d be seeing again (not after nearly six years have passed without a word from him) walked up to his table to greet him his mind completely blanked out.
“Tony?”
Tony clenched his hands under the table. “Steve.”
The alpha looked… good, happy. He was smiling, eyes bright with the same shine that appeared on Gwen’s when she ran to greet her uncle Bruce and aunt Nat and got to spend a day to play with Mary Jane.
“How are you?” Steve smiled. Tony didn’t understand why. The last time he had seen Steve the alpha was guarded, emotionless as he told Tony he couldn’t do it anymore and needed time and left him to spend months alone without a single phone call.
“I’m great,” and honestly? He truly was. He had his beautiful children, his best friend turned parental partner that gave his children a chance, a downright handsome man with an attractive accent courting him, children and all, and the giant hole that Steve had left behind when he broke things off had finally closed shut. There were no regrets.
“That’s good to hear,” Steve bit his lower lip, something that Tony had always loved seeing. Now? He didn’t feel anything.
There was another question coming from the alpha, but Peter and Gwen had kept a close eye at the newcomer and their curiosity wasn’t going to let it go. “Who is that?” Peter asked, eyes wide.
Steve seemed to mimic the look as he finally took in the sight of the pair.
“This is… an old friend of mine,” Tony settled on. No point in explaining. Steve had given up his rights five years ago.
“Oh,” the two said and went back to their conversation, ignoring the alpha completely.
“Tony….?” It was obvious Steve wanted to ask the question. Hard not to assume it, considering Gwen resembled him in more ways than just the hair coloring.
Tony was saved from saying anything as Rhodey walked up without hesitation and pushed Steve over to sit down. Peter and Gwen lit up at seeing their father. “Daddy!”
“How are my favorite kids doing?” Rhodey grinned at the pair. “Have you been behaving for your mom?”
“Always,” Gwen said with a childish smile.
Shortly after Rhodey appeared T’Challa sauntered over with a red and gold bag. “Hello, kitten.”
Tony sighed into the kiss T’Challa gave him and scooted over to give him room to join.
T’Challa greeted Rhodey and the kids after and it was only until he noticed Steve standing nearby did their attention return to him. Rhodey eyed him warily and nothing else. “Steve. Long time no see.”
“Yes,” Steve started shifting in place. His presence was slowly making it uncomfortable and the alpha seemed to notice but refused to leave. Clearly he wanted to know more about Peter and Gwen but with Rhodey as their alpha prime Steve had no power to pry. Not if Rhodey didn’t allow it.
“Need anything?” Rhodey’s eyes turned challenging. Alpha prime to alpha prime.
Steve wanted to say something but as he watched T’Challa wrap an arm around Tony and Rhodey move his body to block Peter and Gwen he knew he was defeated. He took a step back, shoulders slumped and shook his head. “No. Nothing. It was… nice seeing you both again.”
Tony and Rhodey didn’t return the sentiment and watched as Steve walked out the diner.
“Someone I should know?” T’Challa eventually broke the silence.
Tony and Rhodey shook their heads. “No, just a chance encounter.”
“Chance aside, happy birthday, Love.”
#text post#long text post#ask post#mal gets an ask#naferty writes#lovely anon#i needed a reason to post this small segment#and i got it
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All I Know Is A Simple Name || Ben & Alex
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Alex: Standing in front of the mirror Alex played with golden brown waves in her hair, putting them in place as if they would actually stay. Her hands followed down, smoothing out her shirt, making sure she looked just right. She didn't know why she cared so much about how she looked tonight. "It's just dinner," she shook her head at herself. Ben was just a nice next door neighbor. Her really attractive next door neighbor. He had a sweet, charming personality, that even Alex couldn't help but warm up to. She decided to get ready early and take up his offer on letting her watch him cook. Giving one last look in the mirror, she let out a sigh. "It's a good as it's going to get." Moving through her apartment, she grabbed her keys, and headed out the front door, locking it behind her. Taking a few steps over, she laid a few knocks on Ben's door.
Ben: A bead of sweat trickled down his face as he swiftly stirred the sauce in the pot in front of him, occasionally glancing at the clock on his kitchen wall. He had told Alex to come whenever she wanted to, and he was beginning to regret that decision. He didn't want to be woefully unprepared when she arrived. He really shouldn't be nervous; he cooked every day, and besides, Alex was just his neighbor. His really, really cute neighbor. She was witty and intelligent, and he genuinely enjoyed talking to her. Is it a crime to be friendly? Noticing that it was almost 6:30, he started to plate the chicken marsala, his hands steady as he poured the sauce over the fettuccine. He hadn't been on a date with a girl in so long, not that this was a date. And then he heard the knocking on the door, causing him to jump ever so slightly. He grabbed a towel to quickly wipe his face before rushing to the door, taking a deep breath, and calmly opening it. "Hello, neighbor." He smiled. "Come on in."
Alex: Her eyes fell upon his bright blue ones as he greeted her. She couldn't help, but return the smile that shone on his face, and a very small amount of nerves settled into her stomach. She didn't know why she felt nervous. Alex never felt nervous about anything, but she couldn't shake the feeling as she stood in front of him. "Neighbor." she gave a nod, stepping into his place. She was met with the wonderful aroma of whatever he was preparing, and it reminded her of how hungry she actually was. "Smells great," she turned to him. "Did I miss the show?" She referred to watching him cook, and a playful smile reached her lips.
Ben: "Actually, you made it just in time for the show." He reached up to unbutton the very first button of his plaid flannel shirt, revealing just the slightest bit of skin, while putting on the most seductive face he could muster until he burst out into laughter. "Nah, I'm just messing with you," he joked playfully, re-buttoning his shirt. "Come on in." He quickly shut the door behind her before heading back into the kitchen to make some final dinner preparations. "Make yourself at home!" he called out as he grabbed the two plates of pasta and brought it out to his dining table, which he had already set a bit earlier. He started pouring some wine into their glasses, looking back at her and inviting her to take a seat. "How you holding up? Long day of classes?"
Alex: Alex's eyes fell upon his chest, her eyes following the movement of his fingers, as he undid one of the buttons. "Damn," her eyes met his again. "And I was finally getting excited about tonight." She gave him a wink, a smile shining in her eyes. She couldn't lie to herself, she wouldn't mind seeing a little more of that chest. He moved into the kitchen, and the thoughts got pushed back. She took a look around the apartment, impressed by how well kept it was. While her place had clothes and books laying around everywhere, his was neat and orderly, but it still looked lived in and homey. Moving over to the table, she sat down the chair, and looked at the prepared plate in front of her. She was impressed, and it put her processed food that she had offered him to shame. "It's not too bad," she gave a shrug, reaching for the glass of wine he just poured, and took a quick sip. "Mondays are actually one of my easier days. What about you?"
Ben: He took a seat right across from her, also taking the glass he just poured and taking a quick sip of the red wine, allowing the taste to linger on his tongue for just a bit before setting his drink down. "Well, lucky you then. Mondays are absolutely killer for me. Remind me again why I volunteered to teach a section from 8 to 9 am?" He chuckled before adding, "95% of the students don't want to be there, but it was the only class that fit their schedule." He shook his head as he took his fork and knife to cut into the chicken. It was instances like these that made him grateful to have always willingly volunteered to help his mother when preparing dinner. But now wasn't the time to think about his mother and the fact that they didn't talk anymore, although he was certain that his family would approve of him having dinner with a pretty girl. Pushing all negative thoughts out of his head, he took a bite of his food before looking up to smile at Alex. "So tell me something random about yourself, something I wouldn't know from just looking at you. For example... maybe you can juggle up to 7 different things? Or your favorite pastime is riding a unicycle?" He paused. "Or maybe you're a closeted Republican?" He laughed.
Alex: She waited for him to start eating, before reaching for her fork and digging in. Taking her first bite, the flavors reached her tongue and she held back a moan. She hadn't had a home cooked meal in ages, especially one this good. "You volunteered?" she chuckled as she spoke. "Smart move, Booker." She teased him. Laughter left her lips with ease, as she listened to him. "Politics on the first date? Isn't that one of the topics you are supposed to avoid?" She smiled until she realized what she just said. She had just referred to this, as a date. She broke eye contact with him, and let her eyes fall down to her plate for a quick moment, trying to wrack her brain for an answer to his question, to get rid of the awkward feeling that now lay in the pit of her stomach. "I am really good with a yo-yo." She looked up at him, saying the first thing that popped into her head. "Like, I was even in competitions and stuff when I was younger," she gave an embarrassed smile.
Ben: He shrugged. "Eh, 8 am classes aren't that bad. I'm a morning person, anyway. Besides, it leaves me free in the afternoons, and I can just find a nice little spot in the corner of a café and read." He took yet another bite of the pasta, her next comment making him chuckle. He wasn't quite sure if she really meant to let it slip that this is a date, or if she even meant her words, but he didn't want to make things awkward. Laughing, he playfully returned, "Fine by me. We can hold off on discussing politics until our second date." He winked, unsure of whether or not there was some truth to his last statement. When she confessed that she was some sort of yo-yo magician, his eyes widened in surprise. He grabbed a napkin, wiped his face, and got up. "Give me a sec." He ran to his room, and in less than a minute, he returned, a small red yo-yo in hand. He held it out to her. "Demonstrate."
Alex: "I don't mind the mornings," she spoke up, but finished chewing before continuing on. "It's dealing with other people in the morning that I don't like," she released a quiet laugh. "I wish I had my afternoons off though to escape to café and read. I used to do that all the time, but now with graduate school, and having to go to different sites, I never get to. I read at home, but I just love the atmosphere of a café." At his next words she faltered a little, and though he seemed to be joking, she wasn't sure. Alex didn't really date, and if she did it was usually one date then done, but she thought if she was to go out on a second date, she wouldn't mind it being with Ben. She didn't say anything about it, and watched as he excused himself from the table. Her eyes followed him as he disappeared into his room, and she sat there confused, until he came out with the yo-yo. She laughed, covering her face with her hands for a moment. "Ben, no. I'm gonna look so lame."
Ben: "Dealing with people in general can be a challenge," he agreed. "Sometimes I just want to stay in bed and hibernate in my man cave." He laughed, nodding his head understandingly as Alex expressed slight disappointment in being unable to spend more time just sitting in a café and reading. "Well, the next time you get a little break in between classes and site visits, you're more than welcome to join me on my mid-day café sessions." He added, "You can buy me a latte." He grinned, his sapphire eyes shining in amusement, as his cute neighbor refused to show off her amazing yo-yo skills. He made a pouty face, which was usually pretty effective on most people. "Aww, come on. You won't look lame! It'd be so cool!" He always found it oddly comforting when people shared parts of themselves with him, parts that clearly not too many people have seen. "I just want to seeee." In an effort to convince her, he bribed, "Then I'll show you my talents."
Alex: Alex let out a laugh, after he added the comment about her buying him a latte. "Oh, is that like payment for getting to spend time with you or something?" She looked up at him, cheeks a bit reddened, but that look on his face was making it harder for her to resist. "It's not cool. There is a reason, I don't have my medals on display for people to see," she laughed again. When he sweetened the deal, by saying he would show her his talents, she glared at him, debating, but soon she gave in. Reluctantly she got up from her seat and took the yo-yo out of his hand. "But this," she referred to the yo-yo "Does not leave this apartment." She gave his chest a slight push, for extra warning. Moving into the living room area to give herself more room, she adjusted the string on her finger, and began playing around with it, getting used to the feel. "Now I haven't done this in a little while so I might be a little rusty." She started simple with the basic tricks like Walking the Dog, and Rock the Baby, then moved to more difficult ones that involved trapezes and underpasses. When she had shown him a decent amount, she pulled the yo-yo up and took a bow. "Your turn." Her brow raised, as she moved back over to him.
Ben: He shook his head. "Nope. If you buy me a latte, it means I have to get you a drink next time, ensuring that there is a next time." He gave her another playful wink, unsure why he was being so flirty with Alex. He watched in amazement as his neighbor skillfully toyed with the string of the yo-yo, forcing the little piece of wood to flip and twist. She made it look so effortless, and afterwards, when she bowed after her performance, he started clapping his hands. "Dang, what a champ. Bravo, Miss March." He smiled. "You never fail to surprise me." And upon realizing that it was his turn to show off his own talents, he nodded his head. "I did promise. Hold on a sec." With that, he ran back into his room, and within seconds, he was back, an acoustic guitar in hand. There was an excited grin on his face as he motioned with his head for Alex to join him on the couch, their dinner momentarily forgotten. "I used to play in church when I was younger, but it's been a while so bear with me." Chuckling, he started to strum the opening line to a familiar song. "I... know a girl... she puts the color inside of my world... But she's... just like a maze... where all of the walls all continually change..."
Alex: A big smile took place on her mouth, as he gave the reasoning. "You," she pointed at him. "You are really good, Booker." His lines were smooth, but there was also a sincerity to them that made her believe him. She laughed as he applauded her. While she felt foolish at first, he made her feel comfortable, by the end all embarrassment was gone. "Well, seeing we don't really know each other, I don't think it's that hard," she gave another playful smile. She waited in anticipation as he disappeared again, and when he showed up with the guitar she found her curiosity peaking. She said nothing, but followed him over to the couch. She smiled as he mentioned church. She never took him as the religious type, and guessed that he was the one now surprising her. Alex didn't know what to expect, but as he began to sing she found herself completely captivated by him. His voice was deep and soothing, and the way he sang the song was like it was his own.
Ben: It wasn't like Ben hadn't played the guitar since forever – in fact, he'd just been jamming out on it yesterday – but it had been a while since he'd performed in front of anybody. To be completely honest, he was mighty nervous, but as soon as he got through the opening verse and hit the song's chorus, he knew he was going to be alright. "Fathers, be good to your daughters... Daughters will love like you do... Girls become lovers who turn into mothers... So mothers be good to your daughters too..." He continued with the song, casting occasional glances at Alex who seemed entranced, absolutely mesmerized by his guitar playing and singing. Just as quickly as he had started singing, he soon stopped, letting the last line of the song just roll off his tongue. "I hope that wasn't too bad." He chuckled.
Alex: She knew the song well, but when it came to an end it felt abrupt to her. She could have listened to him for much longer, and it took him speaking up for her to get knocked out of the trance like state she was in. "Not at all," she shook her head, trying to act more casual now. "Maybe not quite as cool as my yo-yoing, but you know," she leaned her shoulder into him, laughing lightly. "But for real, you've got some pipes on you, Booker," her tone more serious now. "You cook, you sing, and you're not horrible to look at," she teased him with a smile. "How have you just not been snatched up yet?"
Ben: He felt a wave of relief wash over him, happy that he was finally able to share with someone a large part of himself that he hadn't really been able to display. Laughing, he shook his head. "Of course not. You're going to go far with those yo-yo skills of yours." He grinned, allowing himself to nudge her right back and enjoy the playful lightheartedness in the air between the two of them. Ben swore his smile grew wider when Alex seriously admitted that he had talent. "I'm glad I could impress, Miss March." When he asked her why he was still single, he opted not to give her the real answer, that he would be married right now if everything had gone according to plan. "Maybe I don't want to be snatched up." He chuckled. "Or maybe the right person just hasn't come along to sweep me off my feet."
Alex: “Don’t knock it, Booker. I could have gone to the pros if I hadn’t cracked my knuckles one too many times.” She spoke as if some tragic tale was being told. Things seemed to be so easy between them. The gentle banter, the laughing. She wasn’t used to it, and so as easy as it seemed that fact almost made her feel completely off at the same time. Alex didn’t do this. She didn’t find herself smiling because another man was. She didn’t find herself being completely overtaken by a feeling, but with Ben… She did. “Oh you’re the independent type are you?” She looked at him quizzically, but a smirk broke through. “So you believe in the right person?”
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