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Send a 💋 for a short drabble on a time our muses kissed || Selectively accepting !

@mcltiples sent: 💋 { To Evil Rick from My Weird Rick ! }

There were many things Rick didn't understand of the shows his partner had him sitting through whenever he didn't feel like watching them on his own. Almost everything relating to relationships, romantic ones especially, puzzled him, because he could never relate to the dynamics. No matter how much researching he did, no matter how deeply he dissected them. They never fully made sense.

And, as a consequence, copying the motions felt unpleasantly unnatural to him.

Yet, that hadn't stopped him from trying over and over. The moment he had understood how much his alternate enjoyed that nonsense, he had directed a decent amount of time and effort in providing the other with at least some of it. At times, forcing himself wasn't easy because of how tedious or foolish it all was in his eyes, but he had quickly come up with a way to make it all less obnoxious for him: he had started to put his own spin in the scenarios, adding the sort of flavour he could enjoy despite the absurdity of the situation.

Of course, seeing that his partner enjoyed his adaptation had spurred him on getting creative with them.

Lately, he had noticed one particular recurring scene in many of the movies his alternate so assiduously consumed. Yet another thing that made no sense to Rick, but that seemed worth the trouble...if done how he was picturing it. Besides, there was a new prototype of nano-explosive he wanted to test.

It was the perfect chance to catch two birds with one stone.

The plan was easily set in motion while his partner was occupied in another room of the bunker, busy enough for Rick to be sure that he wouldn't come out before he was done.

The text subject he had procused for that particular occasion was appropriate for what he had in mind: an alien belonging to a species whose members were mostly made of fluids and gelatinous tissues.

Strapping it on the ceiling after having paralysed it so that it wouldn't make a sound was easy. Calculating the right amount of explosive to inject inside it, instead, was a little trickier and Rick checked his calculations thrice before proceeding. The smallest mistake could have ruined the whole set-up.

When his alternate joined him, just as he knew the other would have, everything was ready. Rick had come to stand underneath his chosen guinea pig and, once his partner was within arm's reach, he didn't hesitate a split second to grab him by the front of his jacket and yank him forward.

His other hand hit the button of the small remote control he was holding and the moment thick blood and cold pieces of organic matter started to rain down on them, he pulled the other into a kiss.

The gesture was as sloppy as the mess the exploding creature had made, with all too much biting and too little kissing, the taste of his alternate's blood mixing with the alien fluids on his tongue. His grip on the other's clothes was too tight, forcing them too stiffly close for them to achieve the right angle, but that didn't stop him from holding them there until the last drop had fallen.

By the end of it, they were both soaked from head to toes in blood and gore, which was the result Rick had been aiming to achieve. After all, the characters in the movies always got soggy wet during those scenes, so he had assumed that this was how it was supposed to go.

"K-Kiss in the rain," he announced taking a step back, in a flat tone that certainly didn't convey the right sort of sentiment. "C-Carry on."

And with that, he turned on his heels and headed back to the workbench were a bunch of unfinished toxins were waiting for him. One task achieved, onto the next.

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ] #&& Prime/Weird Rick || mcltiples #[ ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴹʸ ᴼᴮˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ. ᴵ'ᴹ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴼˢˢᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ :: ᴇᴠɪʟ ʀɪᴄᴋ & ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ʀɪᴄᴋ ] #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ] #mcltiples #[[ looks like someone has been trying to apply the notes your Weird Rick took x'D ]] #[[ with his special personal twist ]] #[[ which in truth is born out of him not really understanding that stuff ]] #[[ but I'm sure his owner finds it even more endearing xDD ]] #[[ also I was CRYING while writing this omg ]] #[[ if you ignore the goriness it's HILARIOUS ]]

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Little poll because I've been considering this, but I also don't wanna bother people by doing something that would annoy them >.>

Not strictly necessary, but...It would be useful if you told me your preference, either in the comments or in IMs, so I know what I should do when it comes to you specifically.

#[ ooc :: mun scotty on comm ] #[ ooc :: polls ] #tbd.

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                   We can talk here on the floor                     On the phone, if you prefer …

                   I’ll be here until you’re okay

#[ musings :: Vaggie ] #[ ʸᴼᵁ ᴮᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴᵀ ᴹᴱ ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ; ᴴᴱᴸᴾ ᴹᴱ ᴿᴵˢᴱ ᴬᴳᴬᴵᴺ :: ᴠᴀɢɢɪᴇ & ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ] #creationtainted

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This is my headcanon for what happened while Rosie was talking to Charlie

#[ visage :: Alastor ] #[ ft: Rosie ] #[ ft: Susan ] #[ ft: Charlie Morningstar ] #;; queue

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@questionablemuses sent: "Alright, what's wrong this time?" ( Husk for Vaggie! )

Vaggie let out a disgruntled noise at the question. She should have gone and gotten a drink outside the Hotel. Husk was always too perceptive when he shouldn't have been, she had been around him for long enough to know that.

Yet, for some dumb reason, she had still chosen to listen to how exhausted she was, throw caution to the wind and ask him for a really stiff drink.

"Let me guess, I'd be wasting my breath if I told you to mind your own business, wouldn't I?" She grumbled in a displeased tone, shooting the cat demon a half-hearted glare. "Is this some kind of bartender rule? Part of your code or whatnot? 'Don't serve drinks to people without forcing them to vomit their problems all over you'? Daaaamn, you guys must be big masochists."

The sarcasm in her tone was cutting, but the tiredness in her voice ruined the hostile spin she had been trying to put in her words.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she dropped her face in the palms of her hands. She could have just stood up and walked away, but she really wanted that drink.

"Alright, fine. Since you can't mind your own business...It's Charlie. I mean, she is not the problem in herself, just...The whole bomb about my past has left a lot of undealt with stuff and now that we're no longer risking to die by, well...It's all coming back to bite me in the ass."

Just as she deserved. She was well aware that she had no real excuse for having kept such a big secret from her girlfriend, but the truth was that she had been terrified to lose her over it. Ironic, since it might just happen anyway.

"And yeah, I know that I should sit her down and talk about it, but...I'm not sure of what to say. Where to start from." She threw her hands in the air. "Not to mention that the couple of times I found the guts to try, Al got in the way and stole my chance."

The Radio demon had the worst timing. Or, rather, that was what she had thought at first, but now she was starting to suspect that there was more going on there.

"That creepy fucker is up to something...aside from his usual shit. I know he is."

If only she could figure out what before it was too late.

#[ ic :: Vaggie ] #&& Husk || questionablemuses #[ v. I'll be your armour ; main verse :: Vaggie ] #questionablemuses #[[ I'm tying this to the general idea we're discussing !! ]] #[[ hope it works for you ]]

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Send a ‘👄 + name’ and my muse will talk about that character || Accepting !

@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais sent: 👄 + Dr. Chandra (for C-137 Rick)

Rick rolls his eyes a little at the question. Damn, of all the people they could have asked about, they really had to pick that guy. In all fairness, he doesn't think that Chandra is that bad, but they have some irritating differences of opinion he can't let go.

To hell with whoever might try to argue that the real problem is how petty Rick himself is. They can say whatever they want, the only opinion that matters to him is his own in any case.

"T-The guy is fuckin' annoying. T-The first time we bumped into each other, h-he spent the whole trip whining an-and judging what I do and think," Rick starts, making a show of rolling his eyes. "I-I mean, shit, am I supposed t-to believe that one has travelled around the multiverse an-and never get into the kind of messes I did?"

There's to be said that, quite often, he goes to look for said trouble, but that's not important now. He's trying to make a point there.

"S-So, either he's the luckiest fucker around or-or he's too pussy to do some real exploring. An-And I don't give a damn i-if he disagrees on what I-I label as that."

There's a pause as Rick takes a couple of swings from his flask.

"...I-I'll give him that he knows his shit," he adds after a moment, with a touch of reluctance in his voice. "H-He's not as smart as me, b-but duh, no one is, but...eh, h-he has enough smarts to manage. An-And I guess he's useful."

High praise coming from the self-declared smartest man in the multiverse.

"B-Besides, I'm curious to see this Sanctuary of his. D-Don't tell him I said that, b-but it sounds kinda cool. An-And that android he mentioned? S-Seems like my kind of guy, s-so I gotta pay them a visit."

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ] #drchandrassanctuaryforais #[[ he just can't NOT be an asshole -facepalm- ]] #[[ tho hey he's been wanting to engage the guy so that's a good sign ]] #[[ also I HAD to slip that thing about him being curious to meet AM x3 ]]

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So, Vaggie, any thoughts on future eggs in your life?

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

"Yeeeeah, no. Don't drag me in that shit. I'm pretending that all of it isn't happening, so fuck off."

This is Hell, but damn, people really have nothing better than to do aside from being cringe on main?

"Go bother Al about it," and get slaughtered, "if you have to. Hard pass from me."

#[ ic :: Vaggie ] #[[ she's not amused ]] #[[ I'm CRYING instead xD ]] #[[ but yeah seriously she's not gonna join that mess ]] #[[ unless you ask her about Hesta - no egg talk from her ]]

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Your boyfriend.

Alastor cocks an eyebrow on one side, a confused expression touching his face. Adam must be referring Vox, considering the context of his words, but he still takes a moment to decide whether he should feign ignorance or bother to correct that assumption.

Eventually, he picks the latter option, just to force the other to continue a conversation he's obviously done with.

"Vox is not my lover. I don't get where people are getting this ludicrous idea from," he ends up saying, managing to sound offended. "And I don't see why I should waste our time with that sort of activity. The walking picture box happens to know how to talk properly, unlike my present company."

His grin takes a pleased you, as if he had been mentally patting his back, even if it's hard to guess why. Is it his comeback? Is it how unsettled Adam looks just because they are standing next to each other? Perhaps the fact that he knows what the other is hiding under his clothes? Or something else entirely?

"I see. Could the problem be the lack of privacy? I can respect that," he concedes, completely disregarding what has been said about Vaggie. The former angel doesn't need to be told that he liked "that bitch".

However, instead of dropping the subject, he turns towards the crowd of demons surrounding them. His scleras turn back, radio dials replacing his irises, as shadows erupts out of his back. Three tentacles grab the unfortunate guy who happens to be the closest to them, and rip him apart under everyone's horrified stares.

"O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅU̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕ O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅF̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂ M̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔G̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅḨ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕."

The rest of the presents, including the employees, don't need to be told twice. In the blink of an eye they are rushing for the exits, most of them screaming and trying to get out as quickly as possible, even if it means walking over someone else.

With a satisfied hum, Alastor shifts back into his usual form, waiting for the last patron to have left, before turning towards Adam once more.

"So? Do you know the sex of that little snack yet?"

"I guess you could do that. Why don't you also ask her what your boyfriend's up to while you're at it? I hear she's been keepin' up with him, too. Maybe you guys can hang out and peruse the fuckin' dictionary together, asshat."

His disinterest in this discussion should be more than apparent, the expression worn plainly on his mask as he stares ahead at the menu board. He's struggling to focus on what he wants to order, drastically unsettled by the vibes suddenly surrounding them, but at least he can try to look unbothered.

Though, his disinterest turns into blatant disgust with the accusation, lip curling up in a slight sneer as he turns his stomach away from Alastor's attention. The urge to tighten his wing-cocoon around the egg is unhappily suppressed; the shifting underneath his robe isn't going to help his case.

"I'm touching my stomach, so that automatically has to mean something? Bro, I'm fat and I'm hungry, what the fuck do you want from me?" It does mean something, but he doesn't appreciate how easily Alastor picks up on that. "She doesn't wanna be your fuckin' apprentice, either. Nobody liked that bitch, including her."

This conversation is already becoming too tiresome for him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, man." Especially not in front of this entire establishment. "Unless you're congratulating me on the upgrade to my digs, there's nothing to say here."

#[ threads :: Alastor ] #&& Adam || creationtainted #creationtainted #[[ Adam: jfc leave me the fuck alone ]] #[[ Alastor: gets EVERYONE ELSE to leave ]] #[[ ... that's not what he wanted you psycho ]] #[[ sorry Adam you're stuck with him ]] #[[ tho gotta love that he called Vox Al's bf xD ]] #;; queue

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#[ musings :: Evil Rick ] #[ musings :: Evil Morty ] #[ musings :: Alastor ] #[ musings :: Vaggie ] #[ musings :: Poison Ivy ] #;; queue

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Send a 💋 for a short drabble on a time our muses kissed || Selectively accepting !

@mcltiples sent: 💋 { to Rick from Verosika }

If there was something Rick had learnt very quickly from his steamy rendezvouses with Verosika, it was that the succubus had little patience to tolerate him whenever he started to ramble. She made an exception for when he was talking dirty to her or complimenting her, but even in those cases there was a line she didn't allow him to cross.

The scientist liked to think that she didn't truly hate his talking, but that it was all part of the dance they had started with each other. He could be charming and he knew it, so he refused to believe that she was completely immune to it.

However, at the end of the day, it didn't matter that much. His ego could easily take the blow when he was silenced in all the right ways and he wasn't ashamed to admit that he might have been pushing the ranting from time to time, just to get her to occupy his mouth with something else.

He dared anyone to get upset when a sexy demoness silenced you either by sitting on your face, stuffing your had between her legs, pushing her strap-on down your throat or aggressively sticking her tongue between your tonsils. You had to be a goddamn idiot not to see the perks in that.

If asked, he would have said that he couldn't have picked which of her reactions was his favourite, but in truth he secretly had a preference. He liked it best when Verosika shut him up by kissing him.

It wasn't because he had feelings for her or any of that crap. The thing they had ongoing was good, so no fucking way he would have ruined it with something as lame as an infatuation. Been there, done that, lesson learnt.

What captivated him was the intimacy that came with the act. The heat, the sensuality, the teasing. The way their hands touched and groped while devoured each other's mouths. How they teased and fed their shared arousal crumble by crumble, getting hot and bothered and needier with every stroke of tongue.

He was equally crazy for how she melted underneath him or dominated him with nothing but her lips, depending on the mood, depending on what kind of release they were seeking.

On this particular night? He wanted her to ravish him, feed on him, take him, until his mind was filled with nothing but daze and bliss.

"F-Fuck, baby," he moaned in a hoarse voice once Verosika finally released his mouth, leaving him breathless and turned out beyond words. "S-Shit, look at me, if this what you turned me into j-just with that tongue of yours..."

His voice trailed off as he grabbed her ass, pushing the lower halves of their bodies together to let her feel just how much she had affected him.

"C-Can't wait for you to fuck the sanity an-and everything else out of me.~"

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ] #&& Verosika Mayday || mcltiples #mcltiples #suggestive tw #[[ guess who got horny here? -eyeroll- ]] #[[ but ofc it was to be expected no one is surprised ]] #[[ it doesn't make it less annoying tho ]] #;; queue

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Send me ‡ for my character's reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

#[ memes ] #[ specify muse(s) please! ] #[[ I'm craving fluff / awkwardness ]] #[[ we don't have to have an established ship for this !!! ]] #;; queue

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@questionablemuses sent: "Funny how you can know someone for years & never really know them." ( Charlie for Alastor for the thing - she's just venting. )

Oh deer. There they went again.

Alastor had deluded himself into thinking that whatever magic Rosie had worked to get Charlie back to her usual self would have lasted even after the battle. Really, how foolish of him. He should have known better.

With the Hotel rebuilt and the adrenaline fully faded, all the issues that had been set aside in favour of the impending threat had resurfaced. The revelation that had shaken the princess's relationship with Vaggie was no exception.

While he didn't voice it, the Radio Demon would have loved to know why, of all people, Charlie had picked him as the friendly ear she could unload her frustration to. It was a great opportunity for him to work his way even deeper under her skin and inside her head, of course, he could recognise that.

However, that didn't make it any less annoying and boring. So much for enjoying some black coffee in peace.

"Now, now, Charlie! We both know that you're smarter than that. You knew that already, but you know how it is..." He let his voice trail off as he took a sip from his mug. "It's much easier to see things the way we wish they were. Of course, that doesn't stop reality from eventually shattering your delusions."

There was a patronising hint in his voice, a little indulgence he had allowed himself knowing that the princess wouldn't have seen it for what it was. To her ears, it would have been a friendly scolding, and she would have stayed deaf to the malice it hid.

"And what's that they say about love? It makes you blind."

A little hinting to his guess on what this was all about.

"You can change the past, so moping around over it won't help. The truly important thing is...What will you do about it?"

#[ ic :: Alastor ] #&& Charlie Morningstar || questionablemuses #[ v. I’m here for the entertainment! ; main verse :: Alastor ] #questionablemuses #[[ here have a manipulative asshole ]] #[[ also I'm finally getting started on your asks !!! ]] #[[ sorry for the wait >.> ]]

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#[ visage :: Morty ] #[ visage :: c137 Rick ] #[ visage :: Summer ] #;; queue

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@evilmcg sent: "Well, I don't really wanna see him right now! So I figured you'd be the perfect boy to bother. You are free, aren't you, Mortimer? I could use some attention from you."

Morty finds himself having to bite back an amused smirk. He had never expected to see the day when Meg would be pissed at his counterpart, but the events have proven him wrong. Delightfully so.

Under different circumstances, he would have exploited that chance to hog his other self's time, but things are still tense between the two of them after that one night. He refuses to give up on keeping his counterpart on edge and guessing for something so trivial. He can't deliver his lesson if he ends the punishment too soon, after all.

"That's a very bold assumption to make, Megan," he comments, using the wrong name he knows irritates her plenty. "I'm always busy. I have a Citadel to run. Not to mention plenty of...personal projects."

Blowing up said Citadel and break free from the Curve, among the many, but that's none of the girl's business.

"Free time is a luxury for me. I'm extremely careful with what I use it for."

Which means that usually he wouldn't invest much of it on Meg, not more than it's strictly necessary to keep her somewhat wrapped around his fingers.

However, the situation calls for an exception to that rule. After all, he'd be killing two birds with a stone. Not only is it the perfect chance to make the spoiled brat more dependent on him, but he can make his counterpart jealous.

He would pay to see the other's face when he learns that he and Meg have both chosen to ditch him in favour of each other. Sweet revenge.

"But I suppose that I can spend some on you," he finishes, lips curling in a calculating smile that promises nothing but trouble. "How about I take you out? A new café just opened and it seems like the kind of place you could enjoy. It also sells baked goods on the side. Maybe I can talk the owner into adding your creations to the menu."

{ @mcltiples - mentioned }

#[ ic :: Evil Morty ] #&& 'Evil' Meg || evilmcg #[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: Evil Morty ] #[ ᴳᴱᵀᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ˢᴷᴵᴺ ᴵˢ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴳᵁᴵᴸᵀʸ ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᵁᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴵ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᵀᴼ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ :: ᴍᴏʀᴛɪᴍᴇʀ & ᴍᴇɢ ] #evilmcg #[[ he's such a little shit omg ]] #[[ can't spend a day without playing mastermind ]]

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@shctupmeg sent: “I’m starting to think Morty doesn’t want me to be his girlfriend. Like maybe he just wants something more casual?” for Summer

Usually, when she sasses someone, Summer doesn't bother looking up from her phone. She finds that the air of disinterest adds insult to the injury and she's all for delivery the worst blows with the smallest effort.

However, there are times when what the other person says is so stupid that she can't stop herself from staring at them. She needs them to see exactly what she thinks of the utter bullshit that has left their mouth.

This is one of those times. Summer looks up towards Meg, the most unimpressed and judgemental expression on he face. She wishes she had heard it wrong, but considering whom she's talking to, that's a very unlikely possibility.

"Yeah, sure, and my Dad is the smartest, most accomplished man in the world," she deadpans in a flat tone. "You need to get your shit together. Both of you."

And with that, she drops her eyes back on her phone, as to say that, for her, the conversation is over. She has offered her two cents and that's all that needs to be said on the matter.

#[ ic :: Summer ] #&& Meg Griffin || shctupmeg #[ ᵂᴴᴬᵀᴱⱽᴱᴿ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴼᴿᴸᴰ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵂˢ ᴬᵀ ᵁˢ ᴵ'ᴸᴸ ᴬᴸᵂᴬʸˢ ᴮᴱ ᴵᴺ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᶜᴼᴿᴺᴱᴿ :: ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ & ᴍᴇɢ ] #[ sv. Rick Double Morty Megyhem ; timeline split & shctupmeg :: Summer ] #shctupmeg #[[ she refuses to waste too many words on that nonsense xD ]]

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Summer cocked an eyebrow at the...odd use of grammar, but she didn't say anything. It was hard to say if he was actually speaking English or if it was the universal translator Rick had installed in the skull of every member of the family. So, either he clearly was not very good at the language or his mother tongue was so complicated that it couldn't be translated properly.

While she was curious to find out, it could have waited. There were more pressing matters at hand. First and foremost, how the fuck she would go home. Without a way to create a portal, she was stuck there till Rick and Morty would have come back and noticed that she was missing.

She hoped that the mess in the living room would have clued them in enough for them to ask what had happened. Or that Beth would, once she would get home from work.

One thing was certain. She was stuck there, with this thankfully peaceful giant, until someone came to get her.

Ingvar's words snapped her out of her thoughts. Riiiight, she had basically fallen from the heavens, out of nowhere, and she was going to take a wild guess and say that they didn't have planes in that world.

"Yeah, that could have ended up in, like, a bloody mess, right? Literally."

Which was something she would rather not think about. Morty had mentioned that Rick had created some 'empty cloned bodies' to use as a backup in case one of them got killed, but she wasn't sure that included her.

"Would you think that I'm a lunatic or shit, if I told you...that I fell out of a portal from another universe?"

Hopefully that wouldn't be too much information for the giant to process.

As the screaming finally stopped, Ingvar tried to muster all the breath he could. Unfortunately, it was far too shallow and shaky to be effective. His heart hammered like a drum in his ears, and he feared the very worst — no, not the death of the human he held, but that she believed he had any desire whatsoever to harm him, or that perhaps he should not have caught her with open hands, and should have closed them instead, only to let her out free upon the grass to wonder what had caught her.

(Goddess, his ears were still ringing from those screeches. What a horrible sound — and it was all his fault.)

"Yes; I... I was catching of you," the giant admitted softly, sheepishly, at a volume that would likely put the voice of a rabbit to shame — if rabbits had voices, that was. His eyes, still wide in shock from all of the shouting she had done, carefully inspected her head to toe. She didn't appear hurt. She looked like a perfectly normal human, save for some strange attire (not that the giant did not find the vast majority of human attire to be strange). And so, the question remained: what happened? Surely, if she could fly, she would be flying away now. But if she lacked such an ability, then how did she get so high in the first place? There were no cliffs — not within arm's reach, anyways.

"If I may be saying, Miss, I... I am not knowing how it is that you wert... getting high in sky without wings, but... you are being most lucky that I was here to be... ceasing your fall."

#[ threads :: Summer ] #&& Ingvar || riiese #[ v. My generation gets traumatized for breakfast ; main verse :: Summer ] #riiese #;; queue

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                                     some people will always taste like  F I R E … 

                             &&  leave the ones that love them tasting like  ( a s h )

#[ musings :: c137 Rick ] #[ musings :: a991 Rick ] #[ musings :: Blitzo ] #;; queue