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heyo! i wrote and posted this on my quotev for keith’s birthday (october 23, 2020) and i finally made a tumblr for my fanfiction soo here it is!!

keith kogane x f! reader

genre: fluff and slight angst!

This was what you had planned and written out coming to the Garrison.

(y/n's) Checklist: Garrison Days

Get into the Garrison✔️ extra: best friend is here too! :)

Get a license to become a co-fighter pilot extra: we're getting there!

Make new friends!✔️ extra: pidgeon, lancelot, and sunshine :D

Graduate!

Okay, granted, it's a bit short, but nevertheless it's straightforward and guaranteed to not knock you off course.

Although, this was the list that she seemed to be following at the moment.

(y/n's) Mental Bullshit Checklist

Fall in love with your best friend✔️

Sneak out of the Garrison basically every night to meet up with said best friend who just so happened to be expelled✔️

Fall in love with your best friend✔️

Keep secrets from your other best friends✔️

oh and FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND

✔️

Can't forget that checkmark.

You sighed.

'Damn him and his pretty face.'

Sighing once more, you flopped backward against your bed holding your phone out away from your face staring at the time.

11:23 p.m.

'It's still early. I'm not meeting up with Keith for at least another half hour.'

You frowned at your phone.

'I wish time would go faster. Or better yet, just skip this.'

You put the phone down opting to stare at the ceiling instead. Frankly, you were exhausted. Keith always ends up keeping you up till the very early hours of the morning, just before daybreak, leaving you with a small amount of sleep.

'I mean we do this basically every night. It wouldn't hurt to bail on him just this once right? It's not like we end up finding any clues about Shiro or "the energy source".'

Frowning again at the thought of your lost older brother figure, you closed your eyes and placed your right forearm against your eyes, leaving your other hand against your stomach holding your phone.

'A quick nap wouldn't hurt now would it?'

You shut your eyes slowly and then you were out like a light.

You awoke to light knocking at your door.

Opening your eyes slowly, you stared up at the ceiling, and you wait until your eyes get adjusted to the dim lighting of your room.

'Wait a damn minute.'

You frantically sit upright looking for your phone before spotting it on the floor. You immediately grab it before widening your eyes in horror.

12:46 a.m.

'Shit.'

*knock knock knock*

The knocking of the metal door snapped you back into your senses, making you rush all over the room fixing your appearance while simultaneously packing a small bag.

*knock knock knock*

'There's no fucking way Keith broke into the Garrison. There's no fucking way he's outside my door. No fucking way.'

'Guess we'll just have to find out.'

Taking a big deep breath, you allow the metal door to open.

And you end up staring into the blue orbs of your flirtatious best friend Lance McClain.

A sigh of relief passes in between your breath and you smile as you lean against the frame of your door only then noticing Hunk's panicky presence behind the lanky male. Ignoring his nervousness, you wave at the soon to be yellow paladin, with him exchanging a fidgety smile and wave in return.

Taking note of your sigh and smile, Lance speaks up with a cocky, goofy grin on his face.

"Woah there pretty lady, happy to see me?~"

Rolling your eyes with an equally goofy grin on your face you respond.

"Ha! In your dreams McClain."

"But you're always in my dreams (y/n)!" he replies cheekily.

Playfully shoving the tall teen backward, you stifle a laugh. You always enjoy your time with Lance; it's always been like this, the playful banter, everything. Even since you met as kids at the Garrison.

"Okay! Okay! Jeez (n/n) so violent."

Rolling your eyes again, you take another look at the best friend duo before asking, "So, care to tell me why you're here in front of my dorm at like one in the morning?"

Lance opens his mouth only to have Hunk shove the both of you back into your room with him following and the metal door shutting behind the three of you.

Lance not liking how he was treated so roughly, started to whine, "Hunkkkk what was that forrr- MPPFH," only to get interrupted by Hunk placing a hand on both of your mouths.

"SHHH! We have to be quiet you guys," Hunk lowers his voice, "I heard a guard walking down the other hallway, I think he might turn the way next! Oh wait! I hear him shhhhh"

The three of you stood still and quiet as you hear the footsteps of the guard get closer and closer until eventually fading.

After that very close call, you all sigh in relief as you had done a few minutes prior.

Suddenly remembering the conversation from a few minutes ago also made you become more aware of the time. Taking a look at the clock on your dresser, you curse under your breath.

12:57 a.m.

Quickly taking out your phone from your satchel, you curse again seeing the missed calls and text messages from Keith.

57 missed calls & 6 unread messages

keef♡

where are you?

sent 12:03 a.m.

(y/n) answer.

sent 12:07 a.m.

(y/n) pick up the damn phone! I know you're tired and I always drag you out late but come on pick up.

sent 12:09 a.m.

Okay, okay I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me.

sent 12:10 a.m.

(y/n) damn it. Now's not the time to be mad at me or to be sleeping. I think we might actually find something this time, I can feel it.

sent 12:15 a.m.

Fine then. I'll go on my own this time.

sent 12:17 a.m.

Ah shit. The only time Keith texts you first, and it's because you were being an idiot and accidentally bailed on him. Now he thinks that you've ditched him. Knowing him, he's gonna feel way more upset than you think because of what happened with his mom, dad, and Shiro.

'Ah I fucked up this time didn't I?'

Breaking out of your thoughts, you realize that you have guests at the moment.

You whispered yelled at the two taller boys, "What are you two doing here?!"

Lance sulked, "Aw (n/n) I could've sworn you were happy to see us like five minutes ago."

"That was before you almost got me in trouble!"

And that's coming from the girl who sneaks out of the Garrison on a daily basis. But they don't need to know that.

Not yet at least.

Hunk (bless his soul) interrupts Lance once more as he opens up his mouth, "Lance here wants to do some "team bonding" so we were going to get both you and Pidge, but we saw Pidge run out of his dorm, but we still needed to get you and this is the worst team-building exercise ever."

Ahh that's right.

The four of you got scolded today after failing the simulation.

Hunk puked, Pidge removed his (you're still doubting if he is really a he, but no judgment there) safety harness, and Lance crashed the jet. You on the other received praise from Iverson after attempting to pull a safer (cough cough Lance) emergency landing, and trying to pull the team together.

Well, it's your job as the co-pilot to keep Lance in check, just like how you attempted to keep Keith in check. All your teachers and other friends warned you about sticking close to Keith. They never did understand that you two had a close bond.

You two grew up together after all.

"Seriously (l/n) stay away from Kogane. You're a bright kid, you got real skill. Don't get mixed up with that troublemaker."

You look down as Commander Iverson speaks to you.

"Well go along, break will be over soon enough. See you in class."

He walks down the hallway as Keith approaches you carefully as he enters from the other side of the nearby wall.

"You can stop you know. You always get in trouble for sticking with me. I'll understand." He says in a low voice looking down.

You, on the other hand, shoot your head up and quickly wrapping your arms around him surprising the young teen.

"Are you dumb?! I'd never leave you Keith! We'll go through thick and thin together remember?! If anything, you might be the one leaving me! You move too fast you might just leave me behind!" you exclaim while squeezing him tighter fully aware of the growing blush on your face.

He lightly laughs before wrapping his arms around your smaller frame squeezing you just as tight.

"Don't worry (y/n), I don't plan on it."

You refuse to let him go as you don't want him to see your red face, not knowing that he hasn't let go for the same reason.

As you both got older, around the disappearance of Shiro, Keith gets expelled, but the both of you still manage to keep in touch seeing as you frequently sneak out.

"Why don't you two go ahead? I was just about to get some shut-eye, so tell me how it goes tomorrow okay?"

Yes, sleep would be pretty nice, but in reality, you needed them to get out of here so you can find Keith.

Please say okay, please say okay, please say okay.

Scrunching his eyebrows, Lance denies your request, "What? No! You're part of the team, we need you there!"

'Damn it.'

Before you know it, you find yourself on the roof checking out Pidge's equipment.

"Stop touching my equipment!"

You and Hunk pouted.

Now, you find yourself and the other three spying on an alien ship on a small ledge after hearing the emergency lockdown announcement at the Garrison.

You blinked.

"Hmm hey, Lance?"

"Yes (y/n)?"

"Why the hell are we here?"

Lance stopped looking through the binoculars to look up at you.

"We need to find out what's going on! But we'll never get past those guards to take a look."

Pidge types away on his computer.

Hunk sighs, "Aww yeah, I guess there's nothing else but to get back to the barracks right?" and he gets up from his crouching position and starts to leave.

'Good idea Hunk.'

As you yourself start to head back, Pidge speaks up.

"Wait they set up a camera in there and I picked up its feed. Look."

The three of you gather around Pidge, only for your breath to hitch and for tears to start gathering in the corner of your eyes.

'Shiro?'

You think back to Keith's message.

"I think we might actually find something this time, I can feel it."

'Damn it, I hate it when he's right. I need to text Keith.'

You snap back into reality to dig through your bag only to hear Lance say, "No, what we need is a distraction."

As if on cue, a series of explosions go off in the distance.

'Oh no Keith I swear to God.'

"Ahh are those the aliens?! Are they here?! They got here so quick!"

Hunk continues to freak out, but Pidge interrupts him.

"No, those explosions were a distraction! For him. The Garrison is heading towards the blast, while he's sneaking through the other side!"

You could recognize that red hoverbike anywhere.

So, you quickly make your way down the small ledge ignoring the shouts of your friends.

"(y/n)! Wait! Oh that guy is always trying to one-up me!"

Lance quickly runs after you.

"Who is it?" Hunk asks.

"Keith!"

"What?! Are you sure?!" Hunk is quick on Lance's heels.

By now, you're way ahead of the three.

"Who?!" Pidge questions.

"(y/n)'s boyfriend!"

But not far enough to not hear that.

"I heard that Lance!"

(y/n's) Mental Bullshit Checklist

Find your lost brother figure✔️

Get chased by the Garrison✔️

Realize that your bestest friend might be mad and hurt because of you✔️

Today is just not your day.

*A few minutes prior*

"Nope, no, n-n-no no you don't. I'm saving Shiro."

As Lance makes his way over to Keith and Shiro, you find yourself locking your (e/c) eyes with Keith's purple ones.

His eyes widened, not noticing Lance taking Shiro's other arm.

'Wait. Is that a metal prosthetic?'

"(y/n)?"

Snapping back into reality, (you seem to be spacing out a lot recently) you try and wrap yourself around this delicate situation.

Keith thinks you abandoned him on something that means a lot to him.

Keith is possibly mad at you.

Keith finds Shiro only for you, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge to barge in.

Keith might be thinking you left him alone for those three.

Keith looks hurt.

Your already teary eyes soften along with your voice, "Keith I-", only to get cut off by Keith himself.

"Who are you?" he quetions looking at Lance.

'Ouch.'

'I guess I deserved that.'

"Who am I? Uhh the name's Lance?"

Lance blinks waiting for Keith to recognize him. When he doesn't he speaks again.

"Uhh we were in the same class in the Garrison."

Keith still not recognizing him asks, "Really? Were you an engineer?"

Lance tired of his confusion clarifies, "What no. I'm a pilot. We were like rivals. You know, Lance and Keith neck and neck, and with (y/n) breaking up all our fights."

You deadpan at the brown-haired boy.

'Does he mean those petty fights where Keith doesn't acknowledge him, and I end up dragging him away?'

As if suddenly remembering, Keith says, "Oh wait I remember you. You're a cargo pilot."

"Well not anymore, I'm fighter class now thanks to you washing out."

Keith being Keith sarcastically congratulates him.

"Seriously, how are you (y/n)'s bestest friend?! You don't even know anything about her other best friends? And what's with the attitude?! I swear! I always tell her to stay away! You're a bad influence on her!"

You warn the blue-eyed boy, "Lance..."

"What?! I'm just trying to look out for you!"

*Flashback end*

Now, the five of you along with an unconscious Shiro are all on Keith's red hoverbike with the Garrison hot your trail.

Keith's driving, you're behind him, behind you is Lance, the Pidge and Shiro, and finally Hunk in the back.

Hunk's panicky voice carries through the air, "Oh man, Mr. Harris just wiped out Mr. Montgomery! No no, he's fine."

Keith speaks to you without looking back, "(y/n) hold on."

You quickly wrap your arms around his masculine chest.

'At least he isn't that mad to ignore me completely.'

"Big man lean right!"

Hunk quickly listens and leans right guiding the overworked machine to the right making it jump to another rock structure. That maneuver efficiently stops one of the two Garrison vehicles chasing you.

Your heart is pounding realizing that you're all heading towards a cliff.

"Uhh guys?!" Hunk promptly points out what you've just been dreading. "Is that a cliff up ahead?!"

You hear the screaming of your teammates behind you and Keith leans forward forcing you to do the same. He grips and twists the handlebars making the bike speed up while confirming Hunk's question.

"Yup."

You don't even have to look at him to know he has that hot stupid smirk on his face.

'Damn it. My heart just skipped a beat, and it's not because we're falling off a cliff.'

Lance continues to scream at Keith.

"What are you doing?! You're gonna kill us all!!"

Not giving Keith the time to respond, you answer Lance with your own yell while squeezing your eyes shut and squeezing Keith even tighter.

"Lance just shut up and trust him!"

Smoothly maneuvering his bike, Keith "lands" back on solid ground and zooms away.

You guys were alive.

Barely.

But that's beside the point.

(y/n's) Mental Bullshit Checklist

Save Shiro✔️

Almost get caught by the Garrison✔️

Almost die falling off a cliff✔️

Feel Keith's masculine chest✔️

You, Shiro, and Keith look at the sky as the sun begins to rise.

Once again, you blank out as you try to wrap your head around what had happened in the past few hours, missing Shiro and Keith's conversation and Shiro calling out your name.

"(-/n)"

"(y/n)"

"(y/n)!"

A sudden shake of your shoulder snapped you back into reality, making you turn your head towards Shiro who was looking at you worriedly and Keith who was looking down and his feet.

'Ah.'

'He's still upset.'

"Are you feeling okay (y/n)?" Shiro asks worriedly.

You look up at him, with a smile on your face and you cheerfully answer his question.

"Ahh Shiro, you haven't changed, always acting like a dad huh? If anything I should be asking you that question!"

His face showed mild surprise but then he chuckled and ruffled your hair making you squeal.

"You haven't changed much either (y/n). I'll be heading inside, are you two okay out here or are you gonna follow?"

Once again your focus falls on the rising sun.

"Nah, I think I'll just stay here for a bit longer. I can meet you guys in there a bit later."

"Okay, just be careful. You Keith?"

"I think I'll stay here a bit longer too. You can go meet up with the others."

You inwardly flinched. The two of you were going to be alone.

"Alright, I'll head back inside."

Now, it was just the two of you.

A light breeze past by, and you shivered. It was only then you realized you didn't have a jacket.

'I guess I didn't realize it was cold with everything going on.'

Your thoughts were once more interrupted by something getting draped around your shoulders.

Your eyes widened and you look over your shoulder to see Keith looking away from you now only in his black v-neck shirt.

You bashfully look away as you hold the collar of his jacket close so it stays on your shoulders, with your left arm hugging your body to keep the warmth. You mutter a quiet thanks only to have been met with silence.

It was like that for a while, until you couldn't help but speak.

"Keith I can-"

"Why were you with them?"

With your body now turned as to get a good look at him, you frowned as you process his question and because he still wouldn't look at you.

"Keith, they're my team, even if I didn't want to, I'd still go anyway. They're my best friends Keith you have to understa-"

"Are we not a team? Are we not best friends?"

You visibly irk as you get interrupted yet again.

"I never said that."

"You were thinking it."

"Dammit Keith! Let me talk!"

The purple-eyed boy finally turns to look at you with an agitated look on his face.

"Why should I?! You'll just leave like how everyone else did! It won't matter."

Frankly, you were hurt. Did he really think that you'd just leave him after years of memories and a childhood of growing up alongside each other? But, you understood why he was so upset. He was scared.

Not wanting to lose your childhood friend and your first love, you try and defuse the situation.

"Keith, I understand why you're so agitated right now, it's okay, I understand, I know-"

"Know what (y/n)?! You know nothing! You don't know anything! You don't understand anything!"

It's a good thing the both of you were at a far enough distance away from his shack.

He slowly walks towards you waving around his hands and arms to show how agitated he really was.

"What made you think you knew anything?!"

"Our friendship! Our trust! Our bond! Our everything Keith! Did any of that even matter to you?!"

"I don't think it mattered to you! If it did, you wouldn't have abandoned me! Especially since this was important to me!"

You couldn't believe your damn ears. You scoffed before yelling back, not caring about the tears starting to fall.

"I didn't fucking abandon you Keith! And don't you dare think that this thing was only important to you! Shiro means just as much to me and much as he does to you!"

"Then why the hell did you not show up?!"

"For God's sake, I was sleeping! Call it a lame excuse I don't care! Keith, I'm tired. Every single fucking day we're out till fucking daybreak. On top of that, I have class! I have training! It's fine for you because you don't even go to school anymore! You can sleep all day then explore all night! Me? I run every single day with less than four hours of sleep. It's a fucking blessing to even get one. I understand that you're scared! Cause I am too! We grew up together Keith! Do you know how devastated and worried I was after you got expelled?! I thought that was the end for us! Here you are yapping that you have it rough, that I abandoned you, and some other bullshit while I have it just as bad!"

Your voice was raw and cracking, tears streaming down your face, eyes starting to puff up, but at this point you didn't care. You didn't care if the others could hear you, you didn't care that Keith stopped yelling, you didn't care that his eyes finally softened and weren't sharp and spiteful anymore, you didn't care.

You didn't care because you felt your heart break. You want him to know. You want him to know how much you struggle every day, but most of all you want him to know how much you cared. You want him to know how much you care for him even if he doesn't really understand right now, even if he doesn't care for you as much as you do you, or if he doesn't care for you the way you want him to. You wanted him to know that you loved him. Him and only him. Even at the risk of rejection.

"(y/n)..."

"No! I listened to you, now you listen to me Keith Kogane! I understand that I hurt you! I understand that you have trust issues and that you don't want anyone to get too close only for them to leave, I understand! You don't want me to be another repeat of the people in the past; your mom, your dad, Shiro! I understand more than you think! I care about you so much so Keith...please."

At this point, Keith looked like he was going to cry too, and Keith never cries in front of you anymore.

"(Y-y/n) I-I didn't know. I-I'm sor-"

You stop him right there.

"Keith, you have nothing to apologize for. You didn't know cause I didn't tell you, I never wanted to tell you but but oh my God fuck. Keith, it's because I love you!"

There. It's out in the open. No going back now.

"I love you more than friends, more than best friends, more than siblings, Keith I love you with all of my heart! And it hurts so much seeing you like this. I don't need you to love me back, what I need you to do is to trust me. To trust me with everything you've got because there's no way in hell I'm going to get up and walk away from your life. I will always be there for you. I'm your best friend. Through thick and remember?"

You're choking on your own words, and your voice trembled with every other word you've said but it doesn't matter now. You did it. You confessed. Maybe now, your heart can be at peace.

You look up at the boy you've grown to love and you take a good look at him. His long dark locks, his captivating purple eyes, everything.

You take a good look because you believe that this is going to be the last good one you'll have. The last one before he'll shy away from you. But that's okay. It's okay because you'll always be there for him even if he won't be there for you.

You remove his jacket from your shoulders and gently take his hands placing the jacket into them. You feel his eyes on you and you look up at him placing a gentle smile on your features. You watch as his tear-streaked face looks at yours with so many emotions. More emotions than you've ever seen on him.

Your hands never left his and with one last act of bravery, you lean up and kiss his cheek.

You gently pull your hands out of his, and turn towards his shack.

You turn around and bravely smile at him and say, "I'll be heading back inside now okay? If you need anything, you know who to find."

You turn back around and you slowly walk away with one of your hands covering your mouth to cover up your soft sobs. You just really wanted a hug, and you plan on getting four big ones.

As for Keith, Keith can't seem to move.

Don't get mixed up, no no he isn't frozen because he couldn't believe his best friend just confessed to him.

Well actually that was one of the reasons, but that's not important right now.

Your confession and love? Oh boy, he thought that was only a crazy, hopeless dream. Something that he could've never thought would happen.

Let's face it, the boy's in love with you.

Head over heels really.

How could he not be?

You were a godsend in his eyes. You were kind to basically person that you've met, you're compassionate, you're intelligent, and so much more. Your good looks were only a bonus. And one of the most important things was that you were always there.

You were there to defend him, you were there to comfort him, you there to just be with him.

You were always there. You were there when he cried over his mom, you were there when his dad died, you were there when he found out about Shiro. You were right, the two of you went through thick and thin.

Getting back to the point, he couldn't seem to move was because he hurt you.

Yes, Keith can be an ass, but he's always made sure not to accidentally hurt you in any way shape, or form, but he did.

Seeing you with Lance, Hunk, and Pidge hurt. It stung like hell, but after what just happened, he knowing what he just did hurt far worse, but it hurt just a little bit more realizing that you would've probably planned on not letting him know about your struggles and pain ever. But, something changed, something changed your mind, so you told him.

Just like you wanted, you put your feelings and inner turmoils out in the open, and now he knows.

Seeing you standing there, pouring your feelings out to him voice raw and filled with emotions tears rapidly falling down your face, your trembling body, it, it was just too much for him.

And after you said that if he needed something, anything, he could go find you; it made him realize how he truly doesn't deserve you.

Yes, he has thought of it before. He can't help it with what seems like every single person in existence telling you that he's bad news or their doubts of him, and with his own insecurities. Truth be told, their words always end up right back into his head, no matter how long it's been.

"Stay away from Kogane"

"Don't get mixed up with that troublemaker."

'You don't deserve her.'

"(y/n) is that guy really your friend? He seems like he's a cold person."

"(y/n) that guy is trouble! Why do you hang out with him?!"

'She's too good for you.'

"Seriously, how are you (y/n)'s bestest friend?!"

"I always tell her to stay away! You're a bad influence on her!"

But even with all those words meant to scare you away, you stayed. He couldn't help but remember the words you told him long ago.

"Are you dumb?! I'd never leave you Keith! We'll go through thick and thin together remember?!"

It was then when Keith made his decision.

You were almost at the front door. Surprisingly not one of the four boys three actually, but you didn't know that yet checked outside after all that yelling. Not like they heard any of it

You were lost in your thoughts. Thoughts about Keith, your past, your pain, who would give the most comforting hug right now probably Hunk when someone I wonder who it could be grabbed your wrist and tugged you back so you would be facing him.

Knowing who it was you kept your eyes shut as if you didn't, you knew you were going to cry.

But Keith was stubborn. You of all people know that better than anyone.

"(y/n) look at me."

Keith was stubborn but it didn't mean that you weren't too.

Keith's voice cracked.

"(y/n) please."

Your resolve wavered, and it seems your hesitation was obvious as Keith softly spoke, "You don't have to say anything, I just want you to hear what I have to say."

You hesitantly opened your eyes and you could already feel your eyes watering again.

Keith's entire being seemed to deflate soften at your state.

"Okay, I know I don't deserve you, much less deserve you taking your time to listen to me right now but I just want you to know that I love you."

Your eyes widened. You weren't sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn't that.

"Keith, if you're just saying that to-"

"(n/n) I promise you that I'm not just saying it because you said it to me. I'm saying it because I truly do love you."

Your voice was stuck in your throat and you gently shake off his hold on your wrist. You opt for wrapping your arms around yourself.

Your glassy eyes showed confusion and panic.

"I-I don't understand," you shakily argued.

"(y/n) you've always been there for me and that's something I will always be grateful for, and it's one of the many reasons why I fell for you."

You didn't respond. Instead, you continued to listen to him. You listened to him because he was allowing himself to be vulnerable. Even Keith was surprised by his own actions. Yes, times and times again has this broken boy show you his vulnerability, but he always made the effort to do so in a private setting.

Not right outside his door with his brother figure and three strangers waiting for him inside.

Keith gently tilts his head, "(y/n)..."

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

You softly gasped, not expecting the purple-eyed boy to give you his thanks.

From your angle you see a small smile on the boy's face which make your eyes water even more than they already have and your tears once again fall down your face, but at a slower speed.

"I will always appreciate you, and I will always be grateful for all the things you've done for me growing up. I love you. I love you so much, but I'm so sorry that I've been hurting you all this time. I understand if you'd rather go out with Lance seeing as he looks out for you-"

You cut him off with a tight hug that is filled to the brim with love, affection, and warmth. So much warmth. Keith is remain frozen not knowing what to do.

He wants to hug you so badly, but remains from doing so because he doesn't want to hurt you again, but he hears you mumble something that gives him so much reassurance, so much that he forgets all about his insecurities involving you.

"It's okay, Keith. We're okay."

With that, Keith's eyes start to glisten and he gives in and just lets go of reality for a moment to hug you. To hug you and let his tears fall because he knows he's safe with you.

That you are his home and he is yours in return.

(y/n's) Mental Bullshit Checklist

Release and spill all your feeling onto best friend✔️

Act like a crybaby in front of your best friend✔️

Confess to your best friend✔️

Think you get rejected by best friend✔️

Find out your feelings are reciprocated ✔️

omake!! :D

"Are you two getting inside or not?! We kinda have an alien problem on our hands!!"

You and Keith jolt out of your hug not expecting to be interrupted by your team pilot at such a vulnerable bonding moment. The both of you turn your heads to see Lance sticking himself out the window shaking his fist into the air as if he was an old geezer yelling at little kids to get off his lawn.

You see Keith visibly irk and you sweat drop seeing Lance duck back inside closing the window letting out a small shriek.

"Remind me to stab him later."

You look up at the boy who's still glaring at the now closed window and softly chuckle before letting out a small "don't" but a teeny weensy small side of you secretly not minding the planned assault.

You hoped Lance knew how dodge.

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romaxnogersav · 4 years

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↠ At the edge of bliss

Pairing: Colin Shea x Female Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving)

Word count: 1,968

Summary: Drunk and horny, you go home with a guy named Colin. Turns out, Colin’s a little shit and wouldn’t let you come.

Kinktober day: October 2 - Edging

A/N: It’s day two already, i can’t believe it! I was a bit behind, and to be honest finished this piece 10 minutes ago in a half asleep state. I really hope it’s a nice read. It’s also my first time writing for Colin, so take that with a grain of salt, please!

Also, this is the third time I’m posting this, because I wasn’t showing in tags, so fuck you Tumblr 😌

Other than that, enjoyyy!💫

You stumbled through the door of his apartment, lips tangled with one another, hands roaming over bodies, breaths smelling of cheap alcohol.

You'd met at a bar, two, maybe three hours ago. You had talked, laughed, and he even flirted with you, shamelessly, you might add. It had been fun though. A few terrible pick-up lines, some awful jokes, and one too many tequila shots. Here you were, a little tipsy and kissing a struggling musician named Colin.

He was a great kisser, you had to give him that. His lips moved against yours with gusto, an urgency that made your core clench with need. His teeth nipped your lower lip, sucked it into his mouth, played with it until the flesh ached. His hands roamed your body, touching, groping, soft, and needy.

You moved further into the apartment, stumbling over little things scattered on the floor. Your lips though, they never moved apart.

You fisted the shirt he was wearing, pulling him closer to yourself. His lips pulled up and into a smirk against yours, and he led you back until the backs of your knees hit his bed.

His lips set to mapping the column of your throat, nipping at little bits and pieces here and there. Reaching for your jacket, he slid it off your shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.

Your clothes were off with a couple of his swift movements until the only thing remaining on your body was your panties. Your clothes laid scattered all over the place, and his were still in place. Oh, just that wouldn't do.

"You are a little too overdressed for my taste," you quipped in a small voice. He grinned at you, flushing his white teeth in the process. Next thing you knew, he was taking his own jacket off, pulling his shirt over his head.

He was naked from the waist up, and you couldn't help the way your eyes racked over his body. Toned and muscled, he looked handsome even for a musician.

You reached out and grabbed him by the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him forward and unbuttoning them with grace. You helped him take them off, the prominent bulge in his boxers pocking at your lower stomach.

He pushed you on the bed, crawling over you, his mouth finding yours again. His hands stroked your breasts, pinched your nipples, massaged the flesh.

One of his hands slid down and over your stomach, caressing your hip, your thigh. Your legs fell open on their own accord, letting his hand tease the insides of your thighs. His teasing sent a shiver through your body, but he wasn't touching the place you needed him most. His lips found your neck then, nipping at the skin gently, swirling his tongue over it afterward.

When his fingers finally glazed you through your underwear, your hips bucked against his hand, searching for more friction. Your lips fell open, and a small sigh fell through. He chuckled at your action and looked at you through his lashes.

"Oh, you are a needy one," he smirked, running his knuckles against your outer lips, feeling the wetness that had gathered in the material.

"And you are a damned tease," You breathed out in displeasure. Your own hand sneaked down his toned body, and to the tent in his boxers, cupping him through the fabric. He groaned when you gave his length a gentle squeeze, "Two can play the same game, Colin," your voice was smug, your lips twitching up and into a grin.

His lips descended to the valley of your breasts, his lips pulled into a smirk, "You're bold. I like it," he whispered before he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth. He latched on the tight bud, sucking, biting, and swirling his tongue over it.

The hand that had been teasing your core, finally slipped into your underwear, running up and down your slit, spreading your slick. Your back arched off the bed, pushing your nipple into his mouth even more.

He played with your clit for a while, pinching it between his fingers, running them over it in tight circles, his movements slow and calculated. When he finally pushed one thick digit in your tight channel, you gasped in pleasure.

He moved from one nipped to the other, while he thrust his finger in and out of you steadily. His thumb would occasionally tease your bundle of nerves, eliciting a moan out of you.

Your hand winded in the short hairs at the nape of his neck, treading through the strands, or pulling at them harshly. Your body was trembling beneath his, burning with desire. Your arousal covered his fingers, seeping out of you with ease. You'd be ashamed by how wet you were, but that was the least of your worries at that moment.

Soon, a second finger followed the first. They stretched you well, the burn pleasured you in ways you'd only imagined. He pumped his digits, stroking your walls deliciously. You could feel the tightness in your core building, bringing you closer to the edge.

Your hand, the same one that was still comfortably cupping his cock, gave it yet another squeeze when you felt his nail scratch at your inner walls. He moaned against your pulse point, where his mouth was currently busing itself, and his hips snapped forward.

When the tip of his finger hit that spot inside you that had your eyes rolling at the back of your head, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Your hips started meeting Colin's thrusts, helping bring you closer to your climax.

Just when you thought you would finally reach your peak, when the coil in your belly was at the brink of its' snap, Colin pulled his fingers out, his hand retreating back, and far away from your core.

You cried out, a sound of protest escaping the back of your throat, your body jerking in displeasure. When your eyes met Colin's, he had a proud, evil smirk on his face.

"God, I hate you," you huffed, bringing both your hands up and over your face. You were almost able to get a taste of your release, before Colin decided to be a jackass, and not let you come.

"Nah, I don't think so, baby," he murmured, mouth sloshing over yours. He kissed you hard, teeth, and tongue meeting before he pulled with yet another grin.

He slid down your body, settling himself between your legs. He kissed the insides of your thighs, before he moved further up, nose bumping against your mound. He stripped you of your last remaining piece of clothing with his deft fingers. He spread your outer lips open, running his tongue over his mouth, his eyes blown wide. He looked like a man starved, ready to take his first meal in months.

Colin dived right in, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it into his mouth. A sinful moan left you, your eyes rolling at the back of your head. He flicked his tongue over the tight bud, switching back to sucking on it every couple of seconds.

His mouth moved down and to your slit, licking from top to bottom and back up again. He teased your pussy like that for a few torturous minutes, his thumb pressed over your clit. When his tongue delved into your core, you screamed out, pulling at his hand harshly.

He groaned against you, the sound sending pleasant, overwhelming vibrations through your core, and body. He used his hands and lips together. He wrapped his lips around your knot, and a finger breached your channel again.

With both his lips stimulating your little nub and his finger teasing your walls, you could once again feel your belly tighten, the familiar feeling of bliss approaching. You wanted to relax, wait for the euphoria to run through you in waves, but for some reason, you felt like you shouldn't.

Just when your walls clenched around Colin's fingers in warning, the knot in your belly on the verge of coming undone, and the little white stars that blurred your vision, he pulled his fingers out, his lips letting go of your clit.

You cried out loudly, your eyes filling with tears of frustration and desperation. You felt the buildup sensation subtle, and you chocked back a sob.

"You are such a little shit," you cried in frustration, a few tears escaping your eyes and falling down your cheeks. He moved over you again, brushing at your tears. He bent down until his lips were brushing against yours. He pecked them, leaving traces of the way you tested. When your tongue ran over your lips to gather the wetness, you half moaned, half sobbed in irritation.

"Shhh, don't you go crying like that. You'd get to come very soon," he whispered against your lips, taking his boxers off. His cock sprung free, standing at attention, a pearl of pre-come gathered at the head. He pulled out a thin foiled package from his bedside table, snatching it open with his teeth, and swiftly rolling the rubber on.

He took himself in hand, giving his length a few strokes. He moved his thighs on either side of your body, rubbing the tip on your clit, and up and down your slit. He slowly pushed in then, filling your pussy inch by inch, the burn giving you a nice, tingling pleasure.

Colin sunk to the hilt, before he pulled back and snapped his hips forward. He set a steady, rough pace, hands holding you in place, while he did all the work. The fullness of his cock dragged through your walls amazingly, his tip hitting places inside you, you didn't know existed.

He started moving faster, his thrusts turning harsher, the sound of skin slapping against skin the only thing you could hear. Your pussy squeezed him whole, and when the tip of his length hit that special spot inside you, you could feel your fast approaching climax.

You moaned and gasped, his coos making little to soothe the sinful sounds that escaped from your parted lips. When he added his fingers to the mix again, pushing onto your clit, and rubbing tight circles over it, you knew you were a goner.

"Come on, go on. I know you're dying to come," he murmured into your ear. You've had enough of his teasing, of his edging, of the way he had held you at the edge of bliss for so long.

Your vision blurred at the edges, your mouth falling open. Your body quaked, your velvet heat clenching around Colin's length in a vice-like grip. Your thighs, wrapped tightly around his middle, as they shook around his body. You fell with his name on your lips.

You were barely able to take a breath in when you felt Colin's cock twitch inside you, and soon he followed you through the edge with a groan and a few muffled curses.

You were still shaking, even minutes later. It was the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Edged to the brink of release, twice, before you were finally allowed to pass through the other side, and feel the earthshattering coil inside you snap.

Panting, he pulled his softening dick out of you and settled on his back beside you. He turned to look at you, a blissed-out smile on his face, with a glint of something else in his eyes.

"You are welcome, by the way," he quipped, smirking once again. You swatted at his chest, a little laugh bubbling to the surface.

"Damned tease," you repeated your earlier statement. He kissed you again, body tangling with yours. He held you at the edge five more times before the sun rose hours later.

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deltastorm101 · 3 years

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So, I tried to calculate Control...

... and its Epic Games deal, with the help of my certified smooth brain™ and probably incorrect sources. I started this last night hella tired and with a headache, I have finished it up today hella tired and with a headache, and this is what I produced: bullshit! :D But hey, at least double checked bullshit that’s open for discussion and contribution and expansion. Also, I probably won’t list the sources because a) I’m lazy and b) I didn’t have to dig thaaat deep down to find all this so if you really wanna know you could probably hit google with it as well. Anyhow here we go lol So, the initial thought which got all of this rolling was the 2020-wrap-up-post Remedy linked on their twitter, and Epic’s linked publishing announcement in it: studios Remedy, Playdead and GenDesign will release their next next-gen games with Epic. Now, we all know Remedy are working on some sort of Alan Wake-ish thing as we speak (right? right?? god I hope so), which meanssss our boy will most likely be an Epic exclusive. Which makes me kinda sad because, well. I’m deep in Steam’s ass. Hell, I waited for Control for a full year before I played it because they can pry the Steam version from my cold dead hands. So I asked myself... was it worth it for them? How much money did they throw at Remedy (and 505 Games) to have them play along? Would they have reached more people from the get-go if they had released it on Steam right away? Did the individual programmer, designer, writer, artist, person behind it profit from this at all? (Also, like, about the rights and copyright thing,,,,, you’d think they could have learned from Alan Wake and its IP belonging to Microsoft and so not really being able to do anything more with it because they don’t ‘own’ it and shit) buuut anyway that’s not the point of this post, now it’s time to do some MATH BABEY

Ok, let’s start with some things we know. Facts. Figures. Data. Turns out my initial question, how much money was involved, could be answered by doing one (1) google search: according to Wikipedia, Epic gave Remedy and 505 Games €9.49mio. The total budget for the game was €26.9mio over the course of 3 years of development. We know that as of December 2020, over 2mio copies of the game were sold, with November 2020 being the best-selling month ever since its initial release in August 2019. This is where question 1) comes into play: how many of those 2 million copies were sold in 2019 and how many in 2020? Stay tuned, I think I found out.

We know that Remedy gets to keep 45% of the revenue, which, I assumed, means that 505 keeps the remaining 55% (probably a lot more going on there but shhh). We know that Control’s sales cooked up €17.84mio in 2019 (so months September – December), €17.7mio of those in the first month alone (O.O). Side note: because it came out at the very end of August, I’ll ignore that month and declare September the first sales month.

We know that 60% of sales in 2019 were digital ones (aka Epic Store, mostly), 40% physical ones (consoles PS4 and XB1), while in 2020, only 10% of sales were physical and a whopping 90% digital; which is people on Epic who wanted to get their hands on the first DLC and – you guessed it – the Steam release of the Ultimate Edition in August 2020.

Which begs question 2): what’s bigger, 60% of 2019 sales because ‘ooh shiny new game’, or 90% of 2020 sales because ‘yay steam release’? The answer may look obvious, but you have to take into account the dropping price, which I also researched for your pleasure and enjoyment.

For this I used a German website called idealo.de, which focuses on looking for the best deals for basically anything you can buy on the internet, and it also gives you diagrams that describe at which point in time the product was at which exact price. This is what it gave me: - release price: €60 - December 2019: €41 (PS4)/€44 (XB1) - mid-2020: €30 - Ultimate Edition release: €30 - December 2020: €14 (PS4)/€18 (XB1)/€30 (Ultimate Editions) At this point I was like “lol hold on i need chocolate for this cuz i’ll be here for some time *sweating*”

To continue this mess™, I see more questions: 3) How many employees does Remedy have, which positions do they work in and what are their salaries? 4) How many employees does 505 have, which positions and salaries do they have? 5) What’s the total revenue that Control has generated so far?

And also some more stuff like, are my numbers accurate, am I even grasping these concepts correctly, are there even more people involved or am I just trying to explain complete crap (yes) but let’s just ignore all of that shall we. At that point I went “oh shit what have i gotten myself into, this screen does not get my point across, i need pen and paper” and you know shit is gonna go DOWN when I do math on paper.

My paper math birthed the following calculation:

Following this up, we can calculate the end-of-2019 sales, if we set the price for September and October to €60, for November and December to approx. €45:

Now, you might notice that one of those numbers is big and the other is HUGE. Why might that be? Well...

- Covid19: everyone stayed at home and needed video games to play - More sale months of the year, naturally - dropping price: why get it for €60 when you can get it for 20 - Ultimate Edition: why buy it in June when you get more content in August aaaand... - it comes out on Steam.

With this in mind, let’s see what questions we can answer: 1) 661,110 copies in 2019; 1,338,889 copies in 2020 2) 60% digital sales in 2019 means 396,666 Epic copies; 90% digital sales in 2020 means 1,205,000 copies – most of it from Steam? Some of it? A good chunk? The bigger chunk? There’s no way of really knowing for sure but... you could read this into it. I definitely am. 3) Google told me Remedy had a little over 250 employees at the end of 2019... 4) ... and 505 has less than 100. I found no good sources for this, I think linkedin said 37, someone else said 50. I’ll just use the 50 figure, idk. No idea man. and for 5) I’ll contradict my point that the Steam release is what knocked the sales out of the park and assume that the number of sold copies stayed the same across all 12 months of 2020, which gives us this:

Ok and now we’re getting into the most dangerous of danger zones because I have no idea how companies or capitalism work, so for educated people™, the remaining calculations might read like a toddler wrote them; I apologize profusely and hereby present last night’s brain vomit:

As stated earlier, development took 3 years, but everyone wanted to get paid in 2020 as well so let’s use 4 years to find out the salaries, which is 48 months. Let’s assume the utopian idea that every employee on the line here gets the exact same amount of money (LOL ikr but shhhh, let’s live out our dirtiest equality fantasies for a second ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)). Which would mean...

And now without the Epic Deal™:

Quod erat demonstrandum. Remedy has been selling their souls to Epic for €350 a month since 2017. (I don’t mean this as maliciously as I’m making it sound, don’t worry xD)

OKAY SO, O B V I O U S L Y, I have not the slightest idea what on earth I’m talking about so read this like you’d read a good fanfiction. We don’t know the different salaries across the different positions (and genders HAH), we don’t know if other parties were involved, I’ve completely ignored the sum that Epic themselves get, I have ignored taxes, I don’t know if my numbers are accurate (they’re definitely not I mean 505 must have more employees than 50), if I made mistakes (yes), and also somewhere along the way I forgot to use the €26.9mio budget figure because, uuh, I have no idea where to use it, what it means, where did it come from, where did it go, cotton eye joe - but oh well, I’m not starting over, take it or leave it.

So... I can now officially say I have written hot steamy economics fic xD Man I put waaay too much time into this but damn was it fun. Good three-hour-deep-dive (two of them spent munching on chocolate half-asleep listening to psytrance to keep my brain twitchy). Real-life-theorizing. Fuck capitalism. Don’t do drugs. Pet a cat. Wear your mask. Call your grandparents.

If there’s typos in this I’m sorry but also I’m not, I can’t be bothered to proofread again lol. Goodnight imma catch up on the sleep I lost. Gotta love full moons

#this is the first post in ages in which i used punctuation and capitalization are you proud of me xD #dw it won’t stay like this #control #control remedy #alan wake #ok now go yell at me how stupidly wrong and dumb this is i’m ready #do you think my old math teacher would be proud #i think so #my economics teacher... not so much

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the-goddamn-queen · 5 years

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Camping, but make it sexy.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, semi-public, just really the filthiest thing I’ve ever written

Word Count: 1721

A/N: For @sherrybaby14‘s Fall Into You Challenge! My prompt was camping trip.

It was mostly your fault, honestly. The minute you’d made sure everyone was situated after the final battle, you’d practically dragged Bucky into your bedroom with no intention of letting him go until you were well and truly done with him.

You spent five years without him, what were you supposed to do?

The tables had turned rather quickly on you, though, and five days later you found yourself still naked and in bed having only managed to slip out for a couple baths that Bucky insisted on taking with you.

Turns out he missed you too.

Your relief finally comes in the form of F.R.I.D.A.Y. announcing that “Mr. Stark has organized a camping trip that is required for all Avengers personnel.”

Bucky groans into your hair and wraps his arms around you tighter. “Fuck that.” His metal hand starts gliding down your stomach. “We’re not going anywhere.” He finally reaches his destination and you gasp, grasping futilely at his wrist.

“Buck, please, I don’t want to get in trouble.”

He yanks his hand away and flips you, so you’re pinned underneath him by your wrists and hips. “The only trouble you’ll get into is if you try and leave this bed,” he groans into your ear. You whine and buck instinctively. Sure, you were tired, but fuck if that man didn’t do things to you.

You practically throw yourself out of the van the moment Steve shifts into park. Closing your eyes, you reach your hands out to touch every bit of air you can. Fresh air. Finally.

Bucky seems to take your outstretched arms as an invitation and wraps his own around your middle, hauling you into the air and making you squeal.

“Bucky!” you gasp as he sets you to your feet again. “Get off of me and help me pitch our tent.”

“But, baby, I already pitched a tent.” Your eyes widen a bit at what he’s insinuating, and you smack his arm, wincing when you realize it’s the metal one.

“Watch your mouth. There are children here.”

He smirks and twists an arm around your waist again. “I can think of way better things to do with my mouth.”

You snake away from his arm and snatch up the bag for your tent. “I’m gonna find us a spot,” you say sticking your tongue out, “join me when you’re less of a perv.”

“C’mon, doll!” he calls after you, “don’t tease me with that tongue!”

It’s dark by the time everyone gets their tents settled. The Starks holed themselves up pretty quickly for the sake of Morgan’s bedtime (despite her very weak protest that she was not, in fact, tired). Everyone else dragged up whatever they could find to sit around the fire; logs, blankets, bucket chairs. Bucky had claimed the bench of a picnic table for the two of you. He’d seemingly calmed down from when you’d first arrived.

You’re snuggled up into his side with his arm wrapped securely around your waist listening to him and Sam bicker over who pulled the cooler rescue op while Nat and Wanda giggle over a shared thermos of something you know Natasha made too strong. You barely notice Bucky’s hand move until its almost enveloped your breast. You try to play it off, laughing at Sam’s jab and slowly reaching to remove Bucky’s hand. Just before you reach it, he swipes his thumb down the center, and you have to bite back a gasp when he grazes your nipple. You hope it’s dark enough that no one can see.

Bucky smirks down at you as pull at his wrist to no avail. He just holds you a little tighter and starts making tight circles with his thumb. You bite your lip to hold back the whine that’s bubbling up in your throat. You’re grateful that the conversation’s drifted, and no one seems to be paying attention to you anymore.

Without letting go of you, Bucky reaches behind him to grab a blanket off the table and drape it around your shoulders. You notice it just barely covers where he’s holding you, just like the one on your legs barely covers your lap…

Oh, shit.

He’s faster than you, locking your thigh to his before you can move them from where they’re folded underneath you. You turn your face to bury it in his shoulder, knowing damn well you won’t be able to hold much back if he decides to touch you there. You feel him smirk against the side of your head. He won, and you both know it.

“Sleepyhead over here and I are gonna call it a night,” Bucky announces to the rest of group. You breathe a sigh of relief that he’s accepted your surrender and manage your own quick goodnight as he drags you away from the fire.

When you return to your tent, you half expect Bucky to throw you down on the air mattress. Instead, he calmly ducks in after you and settles himself among the blankets, leaving you to crouch awkwardly with your hands on the hem of your shirt.

“You comin’ to bed, sweetheart?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say still thumbing the fabric, “we’re not gonna…”

Bucky smirks. The asshole is toying with you. “Not gonna what, sweetheart?” The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing. Getting you all hot and bothered as revenge for dragging him away from your bedroom.

You shake your head. “Never mind,” you manage with a small smile. You can at least pretend he didn’t win your frustration.

You crawl into the makeshift bed and curl into him, his warm, strong body a balm against the slight October chill. A sigh escapes you as one of his hands finds its way under the edge of your shirt to pull you closer. You revel in the skin to skin contact and let it start to lull you under.

Sleep starts to take you, so you barely register Bucky’s fingers skimming the edge of your pants. You’re drifting off as he just begins to slide his hand into the waistband. You think you’re dreaming when he cups the space between your thighs.

You’re eyes snap open and you gasp as he runs his middle finger along your center and presses it firmly against your clit.

“Bucky,” you breathe into his ear.

“Shhh,” he begins rubbing tight circles, “quiet, sweetheart. There’s children here, remember?”

You groan and bury your face in his shoulder, trying to drown out the noises you can’t stop. “Bucky, please, I’m so close. Make me cum.”

He chuckles lowly and slows his fingers. You whine and buck towards his hand. “Now, why should I do that, darlin’?” He moves his finger down, barely pressing it inside you. “Teasing me all day, pushing me away.” He sinks in another centimeter, toying with you. “I think you should convince me.”

You’re desperate now, trying to push yourself down on his finger, but he won’t let you. “Anything, Bucky, please, I’m sorry, I need you, I need–” You’re babbling now. Breathless whispers in his ear. God, if he would just go a little deeper–

He pulls his finger away from you suddenly and shoves it into your mouth. You whimper but close your lips around it, anyway, sucking it down gratefully. “Too much noise, baby,” he muses, “I think there’s better things to do with that mouth of yours.”

You hum in agreement, moving less than gracefully on the unstable air mattress to straddle him, pulling desperately at his pants to pull his cock out. Rock hard and leaking. You hadn’t touched him all day, and it shows.

Bucky lounges back with his arms behind his head, taking in the glazed look in your eyes. You glance up thinking he looks a little too please with the state he’s put you in. You decide not to waste any time.

You sink your head down as far as you can, pressing your tongue up against him and sucking. Hard.

His hands fly immediately to your hair gripping hard as he grounds out a ‘fuck, baby.’ You smile inwardly. Two can play at this game.

You set a fast pace, setting your hands on his thighs for leverage. Truly and completely sucking his soul out through his dick.

He loses himself for a moment letting his hips thrust up into your mouth once, twice, before yanking you off of him and hauling you up to suck the taste of himself off your tongue. “Good girl, baby, good girl,” he mumbles into your mouth as he rolls you over. “Let me give you what you want, sweetheart, remind me.”

He narrowly avoids shredding your pants as he yanks them off you. You do the same for your shirt before tugging at his wanting to feel his skin against yours. “I want you, Bucky, I need you,” you’re babbling again, “I need your cock. I need to come all over you.”

He presses up against, his lips finding yours again, and grasps your thighs to wrap around his hips. “What else, darlin’, one more thing, I need to hear you say it.”

“I love you, Bucky.”

It’s finally enough. He plunges into you, clasping his hand over your mouth to muffle your scream. You claw at his back looking for leverage to thrust back, but all you can do is lay back and take it.

He fucking surrounds you. His whole hulking frame absolutely drowning you as he pounds his hips against yours. It’s so much. It’s almost too much, and you find yourself screaming against his hand again as your pussy clamps down around him over and over again.

“That’s it, honey, that’s what you need, huh?” You nod as best you can, but he doesn’t let up. “Do it again, baby, I need to feel you do it again.” He moves his hand from your mouth, and you moan. “God, I wish I could listen to you but you gotta stay quiet. Bite me,” he orders. And you do. He moves that hand down to where you’re joined and rubs hard, unforgiving circles on your nub.

You squeal into his shoulder and hold him tighter.

“Cum.”

You do. Hard and shaking against him until he stills, filling you gently compared to how he fucked you.

“I love you too.”

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aaaa-mpersand · 4 years

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OCtober Day 6: Luxury

Thank you @oc-growth-and-development for the prompt, as always. This is three bros, two of them roasting Pacific Rim to hell and back. I’m a big fan of this movie I swear. This is a continuation of the Exy AU, following Finley (from OCtober Day 2: Mercy). He’s in a new team, and he doesn’t need friends, they disappoint him. Very Regrettably for Finley, the friends don’t agree. Fluff with some mild angst at the end. We stan found family. Kaspar and Finley are my characters, Mantis/Margot is @statistical-improbabilities character. I also named dropped @statistical-improbabilities Mya and @carry-on-my-wayward-brain Dusk.

“This is absurd,” Finley said, watching the robot on screen slam a cargo boat into the monster’s face with a deafening crunch.

They were sitting on the floor of Kaspar’s room, rough carpet under their legs, Mantis’ laptop in front of them as an action movie flashed on screen. Finley watched the big robot slap the godzilla-like thing repeatedly in the face, only for the creature to grab them by the tail and rip their boat-made-baseball-bat into half. He vaguely wondered, not for the first time that night, how he’d even gotten here.

“I don’t know about that,” Kaspar said, a tub of ice cream in his lap as he put another spoonful of it into his mouth, never taking his eyes off the screen. “It looks pretty realistic to me.” “Please,” Mantis said next to him. Or Margot. She’d introduced herself as the former, but Kaspar used the latter almost exclusively. Finley had simply avoided calling her by name. “I’ve seen Green Lantern movies with better CGI effects.” “Touche,” he said, but didn’t sound the least bit insulted. He ate another scoop of ice cream. With a certain degree of fear, disgust, and strange admiration, Finley saw he was almost done with the tub. “Shhh, guys, the next part is my favorite fight scene.”

Mantis fell silent, so Finley turned back to the screen. The monster was now playing hide and seek with the robot. How anything as tall as a skyscraper managed to hide, even in a metropolitan like Tokyo, was beyond Finley’s comprehension, but he’d never been to Tokyo, so he stayed silent.

A flashy action shot of the monster, oh so surprisingly, ambushing the protagonists. He let the lights flash from the screen as he thought about what had gotten him here. After spending hours on schoolwork in Mantis’ room, he’d been dragged along to dinner with the two of them. Kaspar suggested they all go to his room to relax before he and Finley went to the gym to do extra practice that night.

Finley hadn’t been pleased.

“Come on, Finley, a little fun never hurt anyone,” Kaspar had said. When Finley had stared back, wholly unconvinced, Kaspar merely smiled fondly and rolled his eyes, as if he’d seen that same look hundreds of times before. “I’ll stay an extra hour to help you on overhead drills.”

“Dusk or Mya are going to get there first,” he muttered, but followed anyway.

Finley watched the monster beat its previously unnoticeable wings and lift the robot into the sky. Tension was supposedly rocketing as fast as that 500 ton beast could fly, which was apparently a thousand miles a second. He was owed a lot of overhead drills for this.

When the protagonists looked like they were about to die, all hope lost, the solution was found in a dramatic twist. The robot fell unceremoniously to the ground from an altitude of 50,000 miles above sea level. Everyone was unscathed.

Kaspar paused the movie.

“Thoughts?” he asked, a smile playing on his ice-cream coated lips as he glanced over at Finley.

“If this movie wanted any shred of my respect, they should’ve both died right there,” Finley said. Despite the fact that he knew Kaspar had a good temper and couldn’t kill a fly, he glanced over to watch his reaction.

“Exactly what I’ve been saying,” Mantis said. Finley blinked in surprise “At the very least, the whole Jaeger should’ve fallen apart. It was way too big to have gotten out of that with just scratches.”

“Yeah, but then it wouldn’t have been as cool,” Kaspar said, leaning back lazily. He seemed completely undisturbed by the fact that both Finley and Mantis had been insulting what he had introduced as his ‘favorite movie of all time’ for the last hour. Mantis, who had evidently watched it a few times already, had said something sarcastic, but sat down to watch it all the same.

In the last 57 minutes, she’d pointed out the main male lead’s horrible haircut, roasted his fashion sense, and cut into three major worldbuilding flaws. Finley joined her cringing, covering his eyes like a vampire in sunlight, when the female lead accidentally walked into the male lead’s room while he was shirtless. “Proper physics is cool,” Mantis said. She reached for the bowl of popcorn, and popped a few in her mouth, before washing it down with an energy drink. Finley didn’t want to know what that tasted like. “This whole thing doesn’t make any sense,” he said, irritably.

“What about it doesn’t make sense?” Kaspar asked. Finley glanced at him. He seemed relaxed. Happy, even, with a content smile on his face. “Everything. Why are giant robots the best weapon in this scenario? They’re going to be rebuilding that place for years with the footprints it left on the roads, let alone the infrastructure damage. Second of all, how do the kaiju keep following the scientist guy around?” “Because he mind-melded with them,” Kaspar said, “The Kaiju are a hive mind.”

Finley snorted. “Why the fuck would anyone mind-meld with a hive mind race of monsters?”

Kaspar shrugged. He tapped his spoon against his chin for a moment, thinking. “Science?” He said, almost to himself, and turned to Mantis questioningly. Finley pulled a look so skeptical he could’ve made Newton doubt whether gravity was real. Mantis, however, thought only for a moment before she nodded, “Science.”

“This is stupid,” he huffed. “To quote,” Mantis pointed out, matter-of-factly, “it’s either the most awesome dumb movie ever made–”

“–Or the dumbest awesome movie ever made,” Kaspar said, almost gleefully, as he pressed the play button. Finley sighed.

He stayed for the rest of the movie.

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He waited for Kaspar outside the dorms while the other man was grabbing his things to go to the court to practice. It was late by now, the sky ink black save for the few stars visible through all the light pollution. Cold wind made the chilly temperatures just that much colder. Finley waited under a street light, his things all ready, a change of clothes, water bottle, and a pair of gloves in his gym bag. With a sigh, he unzipped it, pulled out the gloves. They were black and maroon––ravens colors––and the only pair he had.

He wrapped his arms around himself. Though years of playing exy had even him lean muscle, he was still scrawny, and not the biggest fan of the cold. Glancing at the door of the dorms, he waited. The two hours he spent watching a dumb action movie indoors would’ve been a luxury unheard of in the Ravens. Siobhan had never been a fan of movies, anyway, so there would’ve been no one for him to watch it with. For that, he was almost grateful; the movie hadn’t gotten better in the second half.

Still, the image stayed in his mind. Kaspar and Mantis, exchanging quips and inside jokes. Mantis didn’t glance over for his reaction when she criticized the protagonist’s haircut to hell and back. When she had run out of her energy drink, Kaspar had promptly pulled another one out and passed it over to her.

He tried to picture himself and Siobhan in those shoes. Finley didn’t have a favorite drink, and what Siobhan said was never a joke.

But they had stood next to each other for so long. A menace on the court, the two of them. An impenetrable defense and an unstoppable offense. It had never been perfect. Admittedly, nothing in The Ravens had been, but still, he sometimes tried to find Siobhan’s triumphant grin on the faces of his new teammates. Her iron will in Kaspar’s eyes when he swung his racquet.

He sighed, staring up at the night sky. In another life, perhaps, though he doubted that concept was anything more than an impossible wish. “Hey, sorry that took awhile,” Kaspar said, stepping out of the dorms. He had obviously rushed, his shoelaces untied, and the horrible orange color of his hoodie clashing with the gold and red of his Trojans track pants.

Finley merely huffed, and stalked down the path without him.

#exy au #aftg #kaspar reveiro #mantis/margot mckinley #finley merrick #pacific rim #oc-tober #my ocs #my writing #siobhan kennely

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grassreads · 5 years

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Library shenanigans

"Hey"

"Hey" Lily slid across the seat opposite James placing a book down on the small library table softly.

"Odd seeing you here without a fan club " whispered Lily eyeing the parchment he was currently pretending to write on while watching her.

"Well you know work to be done and children to inspire" he said while he stretched his arms into the air dramatically.

Her eyes followed his rising shirt and Lily took notice of his toned chest not for the first time. James of course spotted this.

"Oh yes our headboy, inspiration of the nation."

James began laughing gathering the attention of the entire library.

"James shhh" Lily whispered sharply covering his mouth with her right hand across the table.

But James wasn't laughing anymore for he was looking down at the hand covering is mouth in shock. Lily herself blinked across at her hand which seemingly moved on its own and was now touching his face.

To save the growingly awkward moment James did the first thing he thought of, he licked Lilys hand.

"Eugh James" but Lily was laughing maniacally as she wiped her hand across his jumper.

"Shhhhh" a 5th year grumbled while glaring at the two head students from a couple of tables away.

"Ugh why are they already cranky. It's only October. Exams aren't for ages" James muttered while watching Lily recover from her laughing fit.

"Hey I was studying for my OWLs in October."

"Of course you were. Maybe they are as nerdy as you."

She knew he was teasing from the way he was leaning back in his chair with a slight grin on his face. She quite liked this James. Fun. Easy. Infact Lily nowadays liked all of James.

"Hey I did better then you."

"Barely" he scoffed and he wasn't wrong. She had only received one more outstanding then him and Lily never left him forget it.

She smiled before opened her book and immediately groaned.

"What's wrong with you?" He was laughing at her. Again.

"Transfiguration" she let her head flop onto the table. "It's as if McGonagal hates us."

"Ah. Should have guessed" he sighed. "You do know that Minnie loves us Lily. You're just being a drama queen." He said matter of factly before asking ." Do you want help "

So that's how James spent his next half an hour, helping Lily with her transfiguration. And maybe flirting. A little. That was until they had a visitor.

"Hey Lily" called a deep voice behind the pair.

Lily twisted in her seat to see who was calling her while James sat there crumpling his used parchment into a ball.

That was until he saw who was calling her.

Greg Goodwood.

Ravenclaw seeker and well known for his crush on none other then Lily Evans. James Potters crush Lily Evans.

And there he stood beckoning her over to him with his right hand leaving Lily with no choice but to obey.

It was James this time twisting in his seat watching Greg tower over Lily whose back was to him. Greg stood with his shoulder leaning against the potions section shelf smiling down at Lily whose hands were swinging at her side like they always did when she was nervous.

James kept watching the pair with curiosity and maybe a little jealousy. That was until Greg's eyes met James's with less smile then before.

So James opened the charms book he had been studying and started to read again. Or at least he tried to.

A couple of minutes later Lily sat down across from him yet again as gracefully as she she had earlier.

"Hey" he whispered for the second time in the last hour.

"Hey"

"Nice chat?" He asked trying to keep the desperation from creeping into his voice.

She nodded softly.

He just stared at her. What does he do now?

"Greg just asked me out" Lily blurted watched James's face like a hawk waiting, hoping for a reaction.

"Oh" is the first word that left his mouth.

"Oh?" She echoes with confusion.

"Well that's…..great. That's really good for you. He's a… nice guy well except for being a ravenclaw obviously." James force's a laugh.

"James" says Lily who knows James a little too well to believe that.

"Lily"

"I said no" she whispers pushing a piece of hair behind her ear with a small smile on her lips.

"That's maybe the best news I've ever heard" he whispered.

And he laughed. So loudly the librarian glared over which he ignored.

"And why's that?" She leans right in. So close she can see the little golden flecks in his eyes that she's loved for quite a while now.

"So I don't feel bad for doing this"

And he closed the gap between their faces until their lips touched.

Not the reaction Lily expected but definitely a good one.

#jily headcanon #jily fluff #jily fandom #jily #jilytober #jily fanfiction #james potter #jilytober 2019 #jilytober day 2 #lily potter #lily evans #lily #james #harry potter

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freckled-words · 5 years

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Repost: Smoke and Blood

I’ve renamed this fic, which was originally “Monster Mash”...I think? It was a title that didn’t work for the story anyways XD

Edited by @the-wild-ego

‘This makes the fourth victim this month. Police are advising everyone to refrain from traveling alone at night until a culprit is caught. If you must travel at night please stay to populated areas. Now to the weather, Jim?’

You clicked off the TV frowning. You’d been keeping close tabs on the recent attacks. So far, no one had died, but people were going to the hospital comatose. More concerning was the reported blood loss, which had been mentioned in a leaked post online.

It was times like these that you wished you didn’t have the night shift at the gas station. And you definitely wished you were able to drive. Instead, you had to walk to work, sure it was only 20 minutes down the street, but it was still 20 minutes out in the open alone.

You glanced at the clock, it was near 8:30 pm. You had to leave for your shift that started at 9.

The nights had grown colder as it went on October. Bundled up with a scarf and lightweight coat against the slight wind you set to a brisk pace. The sun had set already, and the streetlights were on. With it being a Sunday night you took more notice of how quiet it was. The trees alongside the sidewalk rustled with their drying leaves from the slight wind. Someone opened and closed their car door, the slam as they closed making you jump.

Your own shadow stretched this way and that with each lamp you walked under.

Each step closer towards the gas station was another step further from home. If something happened you’d rather be able to reach home. You didn’t have any unknown variables to worry about at home.

The gas station doors would be locked by the time you reached it, your co-worker had to let you in. This wouldn’t be an issue if your co-worker wasn’t prone to taking personal phone calls behind the snack shelves. If a customer didn’t run over the bell line, they could take anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes on the phone!

You were halfway there now. You just had to cross the street, pass the abandoned house, and the scary ass garage, then a couple more blocks and you were there.

You shifted from foot-to-foot at the crosswalk. You felt a tiny bit safer here since the traffic camera would have visual of you. For once, Big Brother was serving a purpose you appreciated and wanted to count on.

As soon as the crosswalk changed you dashed across the street. You kept some of that speed as you continued on. You could see the gas station up ahead as one of the few buildings illuminated.

You kept it in sight, your head lowered and your legs pumping. It was your end goal, the finish line of safety.

‘Squee!’

Your steps faltered, looking to the right you found yourself in front of the abandoned house and it's creepy garage. For as long as you’ve lived here the place has never had a tenant, and every year it got more run down and weather-beaten.

‘Squee!’

You weren’t an expert, but that definitely sounded like an animal in distress. Glancing at your phone you saw you’d been making a good time. ‘If it's hurt and could be saved it might be worth the look.’ You had a bleeding heart when it came to animals. You’d go out of your way more than once in the past to take in a stray cat or dog. You’d saved a bird’s nest, relocated a snake, and sheltered a mouse at one point.

‘Squee! Squee!’

You couldn’t turn your back on an animal in distress. You gave the gas station one more glance then turned for the garage. The animal’s cry was echoing a bit, and you could see that the door was open on the side of the building.

You didn’t want to startle the animal, making you step lightly towards the doorway. There was a streetlight just in front of the garage. It’s yellowish light reached into the doorway and illuminated some of the concrete floors. Getting closer you could see a tiny struggling body just on the edge of the light. It was a common little brown bat.

It was laying belly down on the floor, its right wing curled into its side with its left wing extended. You’d never seen a bat this close up before, only in videos. You crouched down low and approached the bat cautiously, “Hey little guy, what’s going on with you?”

Its ears wiggled, it shifted its body trying to push itself away.

Your attention narrowed in on the distressed animal you’d walked clear of the doorway. You took another crouched step closer to the bat.

The door slam closed, cutting off your exit and the light into the garage. Spinning around you scanned the darkness, “Who’s there?!”

You heard a flutter of wings, the bat that had been prone on the floor was apparently able to fly just fine. ‘A trap?’

Although you were blind without the light, he wasn’t.

He’d remained tucked in the shadows just next to the door when you came in. He hadn’t been entirely sure his plan would work, yet it seemed it was his lucky night. It was cruel of him to startle you so, but the sound of your heart racing was positively beautiful. Each frantic pulse was more blood coursing through those veins.

Prowling around you in a circle he stationed himself behind you, “Sorry for the crude tactics, I just couldn’t resist.”

You spin, your eyes frantically searched for the voice’s owner. Hugging yourself you took hesitant steps back to where you hoped the door was. If not you could at least get your back against the wall. “If this is some sort of prank, you’re a jerk. Let me out, or I’ll call the police.”

“How do you plan to do that without your phone?” He’d swiped it in passing. Now he held it up and turned on the screen, the sudden light making you close your eyes and turn your head.

His steps were without sound as he advanced.

You didn’t need to see him, you felt him when he stopped just in front of you. His hand took hold of your chin, tilting it up and to the side to expose your throat.

This closes your eyes adjusted just enough to make out his outline. Tall, lean, long bangs and hair that hung straight near down to his shoulders.

Even in the dark, his gaze was effective. Smirking as he held your eyes and keeping your body locked against your will. His free hand brushed a knuckle over your cheek, “I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised such a kind-hearted mortal came this way so late. I've been growing bored with the drug users. They have a funny aftertaste. Like diet soda. I wonder, what will you taste like? I'm hoping bacon and eggs. All that iron with a touch of sodium.” Thinking about it made him hum with want. He licked his lips as he worked up his own appetite.

‘Why can't I move?!’ You felt your mind connecting to your body, but nothing budged. The only result was a sniffled whimper from your throat.

“Shhh, you won't feel it. I promise. When I'm done you'll take a nice long nap, and when you wake up in a month...or a year...You won't remember this happened at all.” His voice lowered to an intimate whisper as he lowered his lips to your throat.

He opened his mouth, his fangs extended towards your main artery.

The door exploded clear of the frame. A stream of smoke collided with the man holding you, sending him sliding across the room.

His gaze broken from you your body sagged to the floor. Light flooded into the garage once more.

“Hey Rip Off, I've got a bone to pick with you.”

As your eyes adjusted you had to wonder what kind of whacked out world you lived in.

On the far side of the room, who you had to assume was your assailant was a young man in black dress pants, a white collared button shirt, and a black leather jacket that had seen many years of use. In the light, his irises were a startling shade of ruby red. His mouth was slanted in a smug smile.

Standing directly in front of you was your assailant’s twin. Same exact face, his hair was cut short on the sides with a fringe of bangs swept back. Dressed in jeans, and a t-shirt he was almost normal in comparison. Except his eyes had grey smoke floating out of them, obscuring his irises. His expression clearly read, “Pissed.”

Leather Jacket relaxed back on his heels, “If it isn't my baby bro. Nate-something or another right? Sorry for not dropping by to introduce myself, it was on my to-do list.”

“Cut the crap! You’re making hits in my territory, and it's bringing the heat on my ass.” The skin along his arms was building up a red glow. The inside of the garage began to feel muggy.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you wouldn't mind if I thinned out your herd a bit.” He nodded towards you, instinctively you looked away to avoid eye contact.

You needed to get out of there! You didn't need to know who they were, they were clearly NOT human and shit was about to hit the paranormal fan.

The smoke guy advanced forward, “That's it, I'm melting your ass. I'll deform you so no one can mistake me for you again.” He lunged forward and Leather Jacket slid out of reach. As the battle engaged you took the opening. On your hands and knees, you hastily crawled for the open doorway.

There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh. The wall just behind you was destroyed as the smoke guy was sent through the drywall, support beam and aluminum tiles on the outside.

“Now really, NateMare, if you're going to pick a fight with your big brother, you better make it entertaining at least.” Leather Jacket chuckled and followed after the other man through the hole in the wall.

Reaching the doorway you peered around the frame and watched as the smoke guy turned into a literal cloud of smoke. It swarmed around Leather Jacket, and he just continued to laugh.

You got to your feet and took off running for the gas station. Behind you, you thought you could still hear swearing, laughter and something colliding with the ground.

You nearly ran straight through the glass door of the gas station, your body pressed flush against it you pounded on the door, “Let me in!”

Your co-worker jerked to attention off their phone and hurried over to let you in, “You're not that late for your shift.”

You scurried inside and slammed the door closed, relocking it you braced yourself against the cash counter.

“You okay? Did something happen?”

Before you could respond you felt the ground shake. A massive fireball went up in the air from the direction of the old house. Car alarms screamed. “Holy shit! What was that?!”

“There….there was a…..” you wanted to say ‘super-powered twins fighting’, but you weren't feeling inclined towards disbelieving looks. “There was a guy with a jerry can and a lighter hanging out by that old garage. He scared the crap out of me. I didn't think he was going to do that.”

Fire trucks and police cars came shrieking with their alarms down the street.

Your co-worker helped you over to the small stool in the corner, “You're lucky you ran when you did.”

“I know.”

#fanfiction #NateMare #Mercer #Halloween #vampire #reader insert

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sheewolf85 · 5 years

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October Drabbles Day 1 - Night

Characters: Stretch, Edge, Gaster Pairing: Spicyhoney Rating: M Warnings/Tags: Sleep Paralysis, mild horror, established relationship, sleep paralysis hallucinations, demon goopy Gaster

Find the list of prompts here. Read it on AO3 here.

It always started the same way. Stretch would wake up to the sound of something dripping, like a leaky faucet. As he became more aware of the sound, it would shift and distort, become thicker like oil, and he would try to sit up to figure out where it was coming from.

Only, he couldn’t sit up. Couldn’t move at all. Soon a feeling of cold, dark dread would creep over him as if death itself had entered the room.

It had happened the same way since he was a young teenager, the night after he’d woken up in the labs with his younger brother and knew that something big had changed. He couldn’t ever place what it was, but something was missing. It didn’t happen every night, and had diminished over time, but at least twice a month he would wake to the same hallucinations he’d had as a teen.

This night was no different. As Stretch lay there on his back, he tried to control whatever parts of him he could. He kept his sockets shut as best he could and sucked in quick, sharp breaths. If he was lucky, his husband would hear his breathing and wake up to help him. If not, then he was in for a hell of a night.

A soft groan, deep and unsettling, seemed to come from right beside him. His sockets flew open, but he couldn’t even turn his head to see what it was. He knew what it was. It was the same every damn time.

With all the effort he could muster, he tried to reach out a finger to get Edge’s attention. His fingers only twitched helplessly. He couldn’t even whimper or call out, couldn’t open his mouth.

“Papyrus…” The voice was distorted and sounded as hollow as the void, seemed to echo in his head. “...help...me…”

Beside him, just off the side of the bed, a dark figure began to rise. He felt something thick and gooey splatter against his bones, the same thing that caused the dripping noises. It was black as night and just as cold. Large hands crept over him while a pale face leaned over him.

The figure moved as if it were made of the leaky substance, as if it couldn’t stand up straight. The only solid parts of it were its hands and face. The face was cracked through each socket, and yet still managed to stay together.

“...please…”

Stretch thought he might scream as he stared into those hollow sockets. He could feel how much this being wanted to take him, wanted to use his body as a conduit to live in this world again. How he knew that, he wasn’t sure, but he was absolutely positive that the thing wanted to cast his soul out and inhabit his bones.

“Stretch?” Edge’s voice cut through the air like a bullet, shattering the being’s concentration. Then Edge’s hand took his, gently squeezing. “Love? You’re okay. You’re safe. It’s time to wake up now.”

A deep growl erupted from the dark figure, and then it vanished. Stretch blinked a few times, suddenly able to control his own body once again. He sucked in a deep breath and turned over to lean into his husband.

Edge wrapped his arms around Stretch and held tightly. “Shhh, love, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe.”

Stretch nodded, unable to stop himself from crying. He couldn’t express how terrified he’d been, nor could he convey to Edge how thankful he was that he was out of it now. Instead of trying, he sniffled and leaned back a little.

“thanks, babe,” he said, trying for nonchalance.

Edge saw right through him. Instead of calling him out, however, he just leaned in and gave Stretch a small kiss. “Anytime.”

Together they got up and got Stretch a drink, then went back to bed. Stretch snuggled up to his baby and held on tightly. If he was sure of anything, it was that Edge would protect him.

#my writing #octrabbles #october drabble challenge #day 1 - Night #spicyhoney #sleep paralysis #mild horror #hallucinations #goopy gaster #spoopy

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chrismalcolmhnd1d · 5 years

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Clean White Research

The clean white brief is about taking studio portraits on a clean, white background. While studying NC5 photography last year, I was taught the best way to achieve a bright white background was to point 2 lights, left and right, angled onto the middle section of the backdrop. I adjusted the lights until they were registering F11 on the Sekonic light meter. Next, I would place my model approximately 2m in front of the backdrop (to avoid shadows from the front lighting) and set my lighting up to measure F8 under the model’s chin.

My lecturer suggested researching photographers who used this kind of set up and my findings are below.

David Bailey

David Bailey by Ben Hassett bromide print, 2014

David Bailey (1938-), Photographer and film-maker

“Graduating from being an assistant with fashion photographer John French in 1959, Bailey began the 1960s with a contract with Vogue to become the decade's iconic chronicler with two defining portrait publications David Bailey's box of pin-ups (1965) and Goodbye Baby and Amen (1969). They focussed on a new social order that evolved from the decade of change. Bailey was a leading figure in the Swinging Sixties London scene and provided some of the inspiration for the role of the photographer, played by David Hemmings, in Antonioni's cult film Blow Up (1966.) Bailey had his first Museum exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery in 1971.”

Source: https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/person/mp05044/david-bailey

Famous Portraits by David Bailey

Mick Jagger, 1964

Kate Moss, 2013

Damon Albarn, 2007

Source: https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2014/feb/05/national-portrait-gallery-david-bailey

Richard Avedon

“Richard Avedon was an American fashion and portrait photographer. An obituary published in The New York Times said that "his fashion and portrait photographs helped define America's image of style, beauty and culture for the last half-century".

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Avedon

Famous Portraits by Richard Avedon

Katharine Hepburn, actor, New York, March 2, 1955

Martin Luther King, Jr. with Father and Son, 1963

Janis Joplin, singer, Port Arthur, Texas, August 28, 1969

Irving Penn

“Irving Penn (June 16, 1917 – October 7, 2009)[1] was an American photographer known for his fashion photography, portraits, and still lifes. Penn's career included work at Vogue magazine, and independent advertising work for clients including Issey Miyake and Clinique. His work has been exhibited internationally and continues to inform the art of photography.”

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irving_Penn

Marlene Dietrich, New York, 1948

Vogue cover shot, 1950

Salvador Dalí, New York, 1947

Tips from the web...

4 Tips for a Perfect White Background in High Key Photography

A guest article by Tony Northrup.

A bright, white background creates a high energy, happy, and distraction free scene, perfect for pictures of your friends and family. Known as high key photography, this technique instantly cures problems with ugly backgrounds and focuses the viewer’s attention on your subject.

Besides being a popular for portrait photographers, it’s a more modern choice, rather than traditional (ie., painted muslin). Here are my favourite tips for creating high key photos.

4 tips for perfect white backgrounds in high key photography

Tip #1 – Use a Solid White Background to Eliminate Distractions

I used a big, white piece of paper as the background for this portrait of my twin nieces because anything natural for a background would have clashed with their colourful outfits. The brightness also perfectly matches their expressions.

Tip #2 – use sunlight as your background

To create a solid white background, you need to completely overexpose your background without overexposing your subject. That means you’ll need much more light on your background than on your foreground subject; about 16 times more light (or four stops of light).

Fortunately, we all share a very powerful and free light source: the sun. For this photo of a radio talk show host and his dog, I had him kneel in my kitchen at midday when the sun was streaming through the glass doors behind him. I added three stops of exposure compensation to properly expose their faces. Because the sunlit background was much brighter than the shade in my kitchen, the camera captured it as solid white.

Tip #3 – use a flash on the background

Another easy way to create a bright background is to light it with an off camera flash. Simply move your model four to six feet away from your background and hide a flash behind your model, pointing it at the background. When you take your photo, the flash will light the background to overexpose it and make it appear completely white.

An off camera flash doesn’t have to be expensive. Any manual flash with an optical slave will work, including the $60 (US) YongNuo YN-560 that I often use. Simply turn on both the flash’s optical slave and your built-in flash. When you take a picture, your flash will trigger the off camera flash to light the background.

Tip #4 – don’t over, overexpose the background

You can overexpose a high key background too much. If you bounce too much light off your background, the backlighting will overtake your model and wash out your picture. For example, the picture on the left had too much light on the background, while the picture on the right had just the right amount.

To get a perfectly white background without washing out your picture, start your background light at its lowest power and increase it one stop at a time until the background is barely overexposed. In this video, my wife Chelsea and I show you exactly how to find the perfect flash output. Our book, Stunning Digital Photography, includes more than six hour of video integrated into the lessons, because photography is a visual art, and often it’s easier to learn by watching than reading.

Source: https://digital-photography-school.com/4-tips-perfect-white-background-high-key-photography/

Test Shoot with silhouettes and recreating lighting

Today, we set up in the studio to capture our first test shoot for the brief. The lecturer had asked us to bring in a print out of a shot by a famous photographer on a clean white background to try and emulate the lighting and viewpoint. First we set up the backdrop and positioned two lights onto it, left and right, and metered until the left, centre and right sides were all metering at F16. We achieved this by increasing and decreasing the power of the lamps and moving them inwards or outwards until we had an even spread of light. Next we took silhouette shots to make sure the backdrop was evenly lit before we worked on the lighting on the model. The shot I decided to try and emulate was a portrait of Madonna by Herb Ritts.

I think we managed to get the correct lighting to replicate the shadows in the final shot and stood on a ladder to get the correct viewpoint.

Shoot 1 - First Attempt

I decided to ask James in the class to be my model and brought in a selection of props to see which would work best. I liked the idea of dressing him either as a hacker, using an “Anonymous” mask to show him as if he is revealing his true identity. I wanted the mood of the shot to be quite dark and mysterious so I used a single light above and slightly to the right go his head and fitted it with a snoot. I also brought in a microphone and a set of headphones as I wanted to see if I could make him into a pop star recording in the studio or maybe paying live to his audience. I think the “hacker” shot worked best so optimised this one and submitted it for a class critique the following Friday.

Contact Sheet from the session

Final shots chosen pre-optimisation

Post optimisation

Final chosen shot optimised and submitted for class critique

On the whole, the critique was quite positive, with comments such as “Love the crop”, “Good contrast” and “Love the lighting rig!” The suggestions were, “Tilt mask to show more” and “More effective without headphones?”, which I agree with as, on reflection, they detract from the mask and suggest he could be a DJ. I did further research before the second shoot and decided to drop the headphones and introduce a hoodie along with a 3″CD I wanted him to point towards the camera as if it contained important data. I also thought the highlights from the CD would work well and balance with the highlights from the mask. The film I shot for this session didn’t come out when I developed it as there was very little front lighting, suggesting the lamp hadn’t been firing, so I’ll re-shoot on film too at the next session.

Second session contact sheet

Shot chosen to be optimised

Evaluation

I think this shot works better than the first one and optimised it using Photoshop in my Imaging class, where I created a B&W layer along with a curves layer and added the black key-line. I asked my model to pose as if asking the viewer to “shhh...”, imagining he had revealed his identity to them personally but still wished to remain “Anonymous” from all but a chosen few. I wanted to frame the shot quite closely to the subjects face and keep his eyes in the right upper third but balance that off with the mask in the bottom left lower third. I also cropped in on the mask tighter than previously as I think the shot works better if the viewer has to work out what the object is. The addition of the hoodie as a prop also lends some mystique to the image and I feel gives a better contrast to the face and makes a more flowing shape to the centre of the shot, taking the viewer’s eye from the subjects eyes down towards the mask. This shot also had the least amount of negative or white space, which I felt there was too much of in the earlier attempts. I think the key to a successful portrait is in the planning and propping of the model along with careful consideration of the framing and shapes and balance within the frame.

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Any ship + the “two sugars” prompt please?

A/N: This was at least 30% inspired by the fact that when I waswriting it, I was very much freezing my butt off in a Costa while waiting for @ronaldswheezy to finish her lectures. So Jessie from thepast is going to grab a hot chocolate now. Also, this contains somereferences to a poem you might know, which I‘m pretty excited about,so if that‘s something you dig, keep your eyes peeled. Leave me anask when you‘ve figured it out!

Warning for a few words Molly wouldn’t approve of, threestraight pages of pure, undiluted self-loathing, and Ron being shamed for his teapreferences when he isn’t even there to defend himself.

It’s two sugars, right?

“Okay.Light’s coming on now.”

Thewarning helps a little, but Harry still feels himself flinch when theBurrow’s kitchen lamps light up. Ginny squeezes his handbefore letting go and quietly walks over to the kitchen counter, barefeet on old wood. Harry slides into the nearest chair and wills hislegs to stop shaking while she fills the kettle to the top.

“Ican ask Dad about them”, she says, looking back at him over hershoulder. “He can put a Dimming Charm on them, so they don’t comeon so fast.”

“It’sno big deal”, mumbles Harry. “I don’t want to bother him.”

“He’dbe happy to be bothered about that. It might help, Harry.”

“Really,it’s … fine. I feel bad enough about burdening you with … allthis.”

Mostnights, when Harry wakes up,he can’t remember how tobreathe. He gaspssilently into the darkness of Ginny’s bedroom, withtense muscles and bright eyes, and the shadows on her walls growtogether like trees over hishead, and he’s sure theworld is ending – for a fewmoments, or maybe hours, who knows – nothing and everything isreal: the mattress is deadland and opens up under him,and drags him down,head-first, until he’s gone, without ever making a sound, awhimper, nothing more.

Butwhen she does wake up – when it’s so bad he can’t hide it –when he wakes up with a bang – thereis a small,shameful part ofHarry that breathesa secret sighof relief. Shespeaks warm, reassuring words, and strokes his hair, and holdshim until he stops shaking.

“It’sokay. It’s okay. Just breathe. Shhh. Just breathe.”

Sohe does. And he can.

Buthe could never, ever – admitit.

Becausewhen thelights come on, and he looks into Ginny’s red-rimmed, glassy eyes,he wants nothing more than tocurl up into himself and disappear. Heknows it’s his fault, how tired she looks. And there’s no hidingfrom the lights: They lay bare exactly how weak, and vulnerable, andpathetic he is.

Ginnytucksa strand of red hair behind a freckled ear. It’sgrowing past her shoulders again, and falling over her collarbones. Harrystill hasn’tgotten used to it: Every timehe looks ather, he expects tosee the same waist-lengthshock of hair shesported back in his sixth year, that impossible, sunny summer.

Butthat is long gone.

„You’renot a burden.“

Thekettle behind her starts to whistle – she turns her back to Harry,who issitting on the other side of the kitchen tableand allows himself to shiveras soon as she isn’tlooking anymore. He watchesher shoulder blades dig through her pyjamas asshe works – eager to dedicate every thought in his head to thesimpleroutine of placing tea bags in mugs and pouring steaming water ontop, and the way her arms move when she does.

Butfuzzyimages from his nightmares keep seeping back in, distantand solemn voices, and hischest tightens the more he tries to fight it – and the terriblyfamiliar feeling of struggling to breathe, and beingtrapped, and then drowning infreezing water, takeshold of him.

„Idon‘t want to wake you up, that‘s all…“

„Iknow.“ She disappears from his sight momentarily when she bendsdown to grab sugar out of the bottom drawer. It‘s the one that sitsin its cabinet at an odd angle, Harry remembers. Probably the resultof untamed childhood magic.He‘s not sure whose. „Ijust wishyou would. You’reso … determined to do it all alone, and for no reason.”

Whenhe doesn’t respond, she adds:“I wake you up, too, don’t I?”

Harrydoesn’t bother to argue. She knows justas well as he does that if hedid, they’d be here every night – that she’s getting better, and he isn’t. It’sbad enough that some nights,she wakes up anyway, finds him shaking and gasping on the mattressnext to her. She never says anything, never complains, but he’d bean idiot not to see it’s wearing herout, too.

It’sbad enough she knows herboyfriend is scared of thefucking lights.

Harryshuts his eyes and waits for his body to stop humming – listens tothe singing wind, theharsh, icy October rain as itdrums on the Burrow’swindows. Fivemonths have passed, and he’s as disoriented as ever: thereis no future ahead of him that he can see, and the feeling that he isoverstaying hisvisit creeps up on him almost as frequently as the nightmares do.

„It‘stwo sugars, right?“

Harrysnaps out of his spiral. „One‘s fine.“

„One‘syour regular.“ He can see her smile, though faintly, even under thesharp kitchen light. „You drink it with two when you‘re upset.“

“I’mnot upset.”

Hedoesn’t even know why he’s trying to pretend anymore. Ginny justlooks at him with that odd look of defeat he’s grown to hate somuch, because he’s always the one who puts it there.

“Ican’t believe you remember that”, he says, when the silencebecomes too much to bear. Ginny lets him guide the conversation awayfrom the heaviness without comment.

„Couldn‘tforget if I tried.”

Whathe doesn’tknow ishow much comfort ahot tea with two sugars holdsfor her. How much it meant, to have something so simple and warm toremember him by, when the world around her was falling apart. Whenthere was nothing left of him to hold on to, duringall those lonely, drearymonths, when she didn‘t know if he was alive – orif anyone would be, when it was over –there was still the way he liked his tea. And that when comfort wasneeded most, it came with twosugars.

Butthat part, Ginny – afterall a firm and life-longdefender of the fact that tea should be enjoyed without sugar –withholds, for now.

„Here.“She slides into the chair next to him with her own cup of tea, andHarry traces the chipped rim of his own mug with his index finger.Bees and butterflies and bugs, all clearly hand-painted, andclearly by a child, decoratethe red porcelain.

„Ithink Ron did that“, says Ginny, who must have been watching him.“He was maybe five.”

Harryallows himself to smile at the thought.

„Andthis must be from Charlie“,she says, pushing her own mug around on the wooden table. It‘s palegreen – yellow lines flow together to form a map of Europe. TheRomania-shapedspot next to her thumb ispainted in faded gold. “Gotit for us a few years ago.”

“It’spretty.”

“Hm-hm.”He watches as she closes her eyes over the steaming mug, andhis stomach sinks.

“I’mserious, Ginny, you don’t need to stay up forme.”

Shegrimaces and rubs her eyes. “You’re not the only one who can’tsleep, babe. Not by a long shot. You’re just the only one whoinsists he couldn’t use some company for the bad nights.”

Harryholds on to his mug until his numbpalms burn from the heat.“I’m sorry.”

Ginnysighs. “Look– just let me talk to Dad. Everyonein this house would be happyto help you out. It’s not nearly as embarrassing as you think.”

“I’mshit at asking for help.” His voice is barely audible.

“Iknow.” There’s a short pause, in which Harry intently watches histea, willing his cheeks to stop burning; knowingthat Ginny hasn’t looked away.“It doesn’t have to be me, if you don’t want.”

Harryopens his mouth, and the seconds stretch. His confession is just awhisper. “I like it when it’s you.”

“Good”,says Ginny. “I make better tea, anyway.”

Harrygrins weakly.

“It’strue. Ron drinks his with three sugars, it’s disgusting. And hemakes it so strong it could drink him.”

“Yeah,so it balances out all the sugar.”

“Disgusting,I tell you.”

She’sstill smiling at him when he looks around. Tired, and sad, sure, butalways smiling. Always there, without ever complaining.

Hemouthes a Thank you, and Ginny rubs his arm before resting herhand on his, tracing his knuckles with the tips of her fingers likeshe always has. “You’re cold”, she says quietly.

Harryshrugs. He forgets about it when she’s around – the way his sweatsticks to the back of his neck, and how the cold air licks his skinwhen he wakes up, and how his t-shirt clings to his sore body.

“Wannatell me about it?”

Harryswallows. He’s still looking at her hand, desperate to learn everyfreckle by heart again, and right now that’s everything he can bearto think about.

“It’sthe same”, he whispers. “The forest.”

Andthough Ginny nods and holds on to his hand, like it’s nothing, hecan see her shoulders sag. She knows, just as much as he does, thatthere’s not much she can do about it. And he hates it just as muchas Ginny does.

“I’msorry”, she says softly. “You don’t deserve to relive it allthe time.” She holds his hand a little tighter – and Harrydoesn’t look at her, he just stares at his steaming cup of tea, andblinks and blinks and blinks until his eyes stop burning. “But Ican keep making tea, if you’d like that. And remind you that you’regoing to be okay.”

Andthat doesn’t make the ghosts go away. It doesn’t wipe Voldemort’swhite face from the back his mind – blurrier now, but always there.It doesn’t change the fact that every sudden, bright light takeshim right back.

Butit makes him feel a little warmer.

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Despite his father’s misgivings, Peter had to admit the campus at Columbia University was beautiful. As he, Ned, and the rest of their class trudged along the sidewalks through the freshly fallen snow, huddled against the biting, late January wind, Peter couldn’t help but be enthralled by the stately cream and brown buildings topped with seafoam roofs, partially hidden by the snow. He remembered driving past the campus a few times with Uncle Ben and Aunt May when he was little, but he’d never gotten more than a cursory glance. Ben and May hadn’t ever ventured out into Manhattan all that much.

“Whoa,” Ned gasped as the class arrived inside one of the undergraduate chemistry labs, marveling at all the equipment and materials. “This is so cool! And this is just for the undergrads!”

“Yeah,” agreed Peter, his eyes wide as he tried to take it all in. He raised his phone, quickly snapping pictures of the various complicated setups for running chemical reactions. Dad had promised him that once he started high school he would upgrade the labs at the Tower and Compound to include some more chemistry equipment, and Peter was planning to hold him to that promise. He’d already written out a short wishlist, and he had a big feeling that wishlist was going to get a lot longer after this trip.

As their teacher herded the class over to one of the counters, one of the chemistry professors started going over the reaction currently being run by one of her students. Pocketing his phone, Peter pulled a small notebook from his backpack and began writing down everything he heard the professor mention that was being used in the reaction, which had something to do with creating heavy water.

“You know they use heavy water in nuclear reactors?” Peter whispered to Ned. “And here there’s a college sophomore just making it!”

“Yeah,” Ned whispered back. “But it’s been around since World War II. I guess it’s not considered all that groundbreaking anymore.”

“It’s still pretty cool through,” Peter said.

“Yeah, I guess,” replied Ned. “Personally, I’d rather work on the actual reactors though. Now those are cool!”

Yeek, Peter thought. He really had no interest in doing anything with nuclear anythings, at least right now. Chemistry reactions were a lot more interesting to him than trying to blow something up just enough to harness the energy from the explosion, but not have it blow up enough to kill you.

Peter was still bent over his notebook, hastily writing notes when he suddenly felt something light brush across the back of his neck. Shivering, Peter brought his hand back, scratching the skin below his hairline. He hadn’t gotten a haircut in over two months, so his hair was a bit longer than he usually wore it. That was probably what he felt.

But a few minutes later he felt it again and jumped, nearly dropping his notebook in his haste to brush the squicky feeling away, earning a concerned glance from Ned.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?” Ned asked. “You’re being all twitchy.”

“Sorry,” Peter mumbled. He could feel his face turning red. “My hair’s gotten too long. It keeps tickling the back of my neck.”

“Mmm,” Ned said, a rather wicked grin stretching across his face. “I could always cut it for ya. I’m sure there's a spare Bunsen burner around here somewhere.”

“No, thanks, crazy man,” Peter said quickly, trying to smile. “Don’t think Pepper would like that too much. She only lets one person cut my hair; she’s kinda picky about that stuff.”

“Dude, when’s your dad gonna propose to her, anyway?” asked Ned. “I mean, they’ve been together now for how long?”

“I dunno,” Peter answered. “Soon, I hope. He’s had the ring forever already. I think he’s just scared for some reason.”

“Yeah, I can understand that. Pepper’s a real sweet lady, but she’s pretty badass, if you know what I mean.”

“Shhh!” one of their classmates hissed from next to Ned.

Biting his lip, Peter scratched at the back of his neck one more time before resuming his note-taking, once again becoming engrossed in the professor’s presentation. The group was just about ready to move on to another lab when Peter felt the strange tickly sensation again, only this time followed directly on its heels by a sharp stab of pain, as if he’d been poked with a burning hot needle.

“Ow!” Peter yelped as his hand immediately flew back to cover his neck, his face flushing red as the entire class paused whatever they were doing to look over at him.

“You okay there, Peter?” asked the teacher.

“Uhh, yeah, sorry,” Peter mumbled, pressing his fingers gingerly over the painful spot and trying to ignore Ned’s questioning look. “Just… um… wretched my neck.”

The teacher nodded, giving Peter a small smile as she began herding the students over towards the door. “All right class, we’re heading to the lab one door down and then we’ll be breaking for lunch.”

Inhaling a deep breath, Peter pressed the sore spot on his neck one more time as the students started shuffling towards the door. He quickly scanned the ceiling, then the floor, searching for anything that could explain the sharp pain that he’d felt.

“C’mon, Peter!” Ned said, tugging on his arm. “We’re heading to one of the physics labs now!”

He was just about through the door of the lab when his eyes caught sight of something, skittering across the polished linoleum floor as if it was being chased. Peter let out a hard shudder, his stomach dropping to his knees as he realized what it was.

It was a spider.

And Peter absolutely hated spiders.

The full chapter will post on Monday, October 22 :)

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Scorpio Races Festival writing challenge, 3-4 (?)

By necessity of mill shifts, Niss couldn’t take Seal out in the sharp fine early morning when everyone on the island seemed to be busy either training or watching. It was afternoon shading towards evening by the time she led her fidgeting, keyed-up capall down the long crooked twist of the sea path at the end of the lane.

What if a capall comes up that path some dark night, the landlady would say sometimes to the mill girls she boarded. Don’t you go wandering about after dark. Maybe it wa to keep them indoors on general principle – a vain prospect. Maybe she was truly worried about wayfaring capall. Either way Niss had never minded the path, and she had to admit that now it was terribly convenient.

Seal picked her feet up higher than usual where she pranced at the end of her halter rope, now lagging behind, now breathing almost down Niss’s prickling neck. The smell of the October sea washed up on the wind, full and stiff into their faces, tearing pieces loose of Niss’s messy dark braids.

Seal’s pale, wild eyes looked narrower than usual, her lips tight against her teeth. She seemed almost part of the wind herself, her weight at the end of the rope as unpredictable as the waves tugging at a fishing line. All the certainty of last night was gone, and the cold wash of fear ebbed higher in Niss with every switchback of the narrow path.

“If you try to eat me,” she said to Seal, “you’re going back into the sea.”

Seal flicked an ear.

“Or try to eat anyone else.”

The sea was gray that day close to land, here on the eastern side of Thisby: gray and narrow at the base of the cliffs, gull-specked, stained with the tide-throw and goodness only knew what else. Niss squinted into the wind, trying to see how many other capall and their riders she’d have to face below.

The slight brush of a hoof against a stone was the only warning she had. Something heavy slammed into her shoulder, knocking her forward, and the rope tautened with a jerk as she stumbled. Niss landed on her knees, and for one dreadful moment Seal rocked rearing above her, dark against the cloudy sky.

Niss’s mouth was dry with terror, and her voice rasped as she screamed. Seal hit the ground again with all four feet and danced forward, but Niss had scrambled to her feet by then and threw her weight against the halter-rope as if her life depended on it. Perhaps it did.

“Seal! Stop it, you awful brat – “ her voice shaky as a leaf. “Easy. Hush. We’re going to run, remember? At the bottom of the trail, not in the middle of it…”

Her capall halted, tense and shivering, nose pointed into the salt sea wind.

“Oy, Seal.” Niss gave another jerk to the rope. The back of her neck stung with nervousness, scarf damp with sweat against her skin. “Look here, Seal.”

At last Seal did look, shifting her head ever so slightly to watch Niss out of the corner of one slitted eye, and picked up one forefoot to set it down again.

“We’re going?” The tremors of delayed fear were coming onto Niss now, and she clenched her teeth. “All right. We’re going.”

She was praying silently as she stepped forward, as she watched Seal lean in uncertainty and finally take another hesitant stride, as the two of them continued their fragile truce of a descent.

The sands were almost empty when they reached them. Niss’s boots, Seal’s hooves, splashed in the shallow skim of water that welled up in the pools and scrapes of earlier hoofprints where the tide hadn’t quite washed them away. Further down the curl of the beach, a handful of dark shapes skittered and flew, capaill and their riders. This end of the beach was narrow and gray and chill, with only the gulls for company.

Seal made a small high-pitched song in the back of her throat, very quietly.

“No,” Niss said and grabbed for Seal’s halter.

It was a stupid thing to do, borne out of a sudden desperation and fear of Seal taking off running towards the gray-green fractured glass of the waves that now seemed so hideously near. It was a stupid thing to do – she had even grabbed with the arm that was still bandaged from Seal’s teeth a week ago – and it was only when she felt the sleek dangerous clammy warmth of Seal’s cheek under her knuckles and stared into the capall’s shining eye that she realized how stupid it was.

She was too close and the sea was too dangerous and Seal was too wild and perhaps the best thing to do would be to slip off the halter altogether – Niss thought all this in a fraction of a moment, and then also – that’s assuming I am not about to die –

Seal stepped forward, carefully, and Niss found herself stepping forward, too, her coat brushing against Seal’s shoulder. The coarse hair of Seal’s mane smelled of fish and salt and winter. The sand shifted under Niss’s boots, unsteady, and the gulls circled above them. One step and another…

The sea was closer now, the white foam on the wave-crests burning out on the sand as each wave swept and crashed. Somehow it didn’t look as terrifying as it had from the path. She was already standing in the shadow of the most frightening thing that could come out of it. Surely nothing more could happen to her. Maybe the gray-green tumble of the sea could take her in as gently as it could take Seal…

Next to her, Seal’s head hung low and forward, ears tilted as if the sound of the surf-music drew them.

“Hey!”

Seal and Niss both startled as one, then, Seal rearing with a shriek and pulling her halter out of Niss’s grasp with a wrenching tug, the rope burning across Niss’s opposite hand. And all of a sudden the sea was dreadfully near, a terrible dark mysterious tumble of water and uncertain dangers as always, and Niss felt herself shaking in the wind as she hauled on Seal’s halter-rope with stinging palms.

“You lunkhead!” There was a figure in a wine-red coat, running along the pitted sand, spits of water splashing behind her boots. “You idiot, she’s taking you into the sea, haven’t you ever –“

“Don’t frighten her!” Niss snapped, terror spinning easily into anger. Seal hopped and wheeled at the end of the halter-rope, mane tossing in the wind, hooves breaking the reflections in the damp sand.

“Don’t frighten her,” said the new girl scornfully, skidding to a halt a few paces distant. The tousle of her mousey hair covered half her face, but the blue eye that showed was narrowed like Seal’s. “You’ve not been on this beach before, have you?”

Niss only half heard the words. She was watching her capall – Seal had frozen statue-still now, eyes to the land at last instead of the sea, ears sleeked back instead of flicked forward. Half from instinct and half to calm her own fear Niss hummed softly, grounded land-solid variation over Seal’s whistling cry, and Seal’s sideways gaze locked on her at last again with a sharp sudden intensity like a shark looking at its prey.

“Be careful,” said the girl from behind her.

“Go away,” Niss said, with the fragment of her mind that was neither taken up with watching her capall nor with wondering dimly whether she were about to die a bloody and terrible death – and hummed again, louder, her tune shading into one of the choir songs they’d sung the day before in church: From every stormy wind that blows, from every swelling tide of woe…

“You should put bells on her,” the girl said, startling Niss. “You have bells?”

The bells hung heavy in Niss’s pocket; she’d meant to tie them on along with the blanket-saddle before she got on Seal’s back. She wished the girl would go away, whoever she was, or at least stop talking. Surely there were some things you didn’t interrupt a person in the middle of.

“Seal, shhh, Seal,” Niss murmured. “Easy. Be good.”

Something of the terrible taut look was passing from Seal’s stance, the carry of her head; one sleek shoulder shivered, and she moved her weight at last from one foot to another, easing ever so slightly towards Niss.

“Be good,” Niss said sharply, her throat tightening with fear.

Seal halted and tossed up her head, mane flaring in the sea-wind. She was within reach of Niss now, and Niss moved before the fright could stop her – hand out, full of scarlet and silver from her pocket, to loop the jangling thing through the strap of Seal’s halter.

Behind them, the girl made some surprised wind-stolen exclamation.

Niss had thought to snatch her hand back, this time, and for a long still moment she and Seal met eyes with each other, fearful human to capall’s pale sea-wild blue. Then Seal arched her neck and snorted, very small, like an admission or an apology, and Niss let herself breath out a breath she had been holding for a while.

“There,” she said.

The blanket-saddle took longer, undoing it from where she’d tied it pack-style to her own back, slinging it over Seal’s twitching uncertain body, fastening the old leather girth she’d scavenged from a proper saddle. In the tricky concentration of the moment Niss almost forgot that the girl was still there, but a flicker out of the corner of her eye reminded her.

“Are you going to ride that capall with that?” The girl’s voice was skeptical.

“I rode her that way last night,” Niss said. Then, heart still pounding, patience exhausted: “You don’t need to stand here watching me, you know. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. You nearly ended up in the ocean.” The girl sniffed. “I’ve seen capaill take folk before and you just about went.”

Niss didn’t take her eyes off Seal. “You’ve seen so many capaill as that?”

“Ridden mine for two years now.” A gust of wind tore at the girl’s hair, sending it fluttering in the periphery of Niss’s vision. “You’re not going to ride her with a blanket.”

“I will too,” Niss snapped. “Anyhow she’s scared of saddles.”

If she and Seal had been alone on that stretch of beach – alone except for the wheeling, hopping gulls and the distant shapes of riders around the curve of the cliffs – Niss thought later, if they had been alone, she might have slipped the halter off over Seal’s lean ears, pointed her capall toward the sea and prayed not to be eaten as she stood. But they were not alone, and that one arrogant windblown anonymous witness changed everything…

The wind slid over them like water, like the waves crashing half a hundred paces away. Niss breathed in, what tasted like salt and sea and destiny all at once.

“Stay clear,” she said, and grabbed a handful of Seal’s mane.

It was a thing that was remembered in flashes, the moments after that. Swinging unbalanced, Seal’s head tossing, the capall shifting and skittering beneath her across the unsteady sand, spits of water splashing up. The rough blanket under her palm, salt-scent of capall hide filling her nose, coarse mane dashing against her face as she straightened up. She’d meant to tuck the other end of the lead-rope into Seal’s halter – she never managed it – but her hands were full of Seal’s dark heavy mane, her knees clamped around her capall’s sides, her eyes stinging and weeping with the wind.

And they were running – running – flying, the sand and water and the shore blurring past in the edges of Niss’s sight, Seal pulling always towards the white foam of the sea and Niss tugging and wrenching her always back towards the high crumbled cliffs. The beat of hooves against wet sand, the splash of the tide, the cry of the gulls and the rush of the wind all blended together.

When Seal slowed at last, Niss hauled sideways on her halter, turning her. Seal pretended to snap at Niss, stopping well at a distance from her rider’s knee. They were panting for breath the both of them, Niss’s scarf pulled loose and flapping, Seal’s eyes wide.

The girl was still standing there when they walked back.

“All right,” she said. Her face was creased in a frown. “All right, so you rode her.”

“I did indeed ride her,” Niss said. Her hands shook and her teeth had begun chattering, but her heartbeat was swift with something more than fear, and she sat tall on Seal’s back despite everything. “I told you I could.”

The girl nodded, slowly. “All right,” she said again. “You want to train with me and Moonset tomorrow?”

It was offered like a prize, and Niss wanted to resent it, but couldn’t somehow. “I work at the mill and I ride in the evenings,” she said.

That was when the girl smiled.

“What floor?” she said.

“Third?”

“I’m in thread.” The girl made a face. “Lucky you. I finish shift at four o’clock, you?” And when Niss paused and gawked: “Moonset’s snappy tonight, or I’d be riding, too.”

Seal danced backward under Niss, and Niss gathered the handfuls of mane tighter. The girl was smiling again, and Niss felt her wind-scraped face tug into an answering smile, her trembling self too full of gladness to be angry at anything.

Maybe this was the wild that Dad had talked of, she thought. The wild coming out.

“I finish my shift at four, too,” she said.

Again the slow nod of thought and agreement. “Casey Darvin,” said the girl. “Moonset.”

“Niss Vesper,” said Niss. “Seal.”

They walked up the path together that night, two girls and a tired capall, after three dizzy laps more up and down the beach. The stars were coming out, white as salt against a blackening sky.

“I’ll meet you,” said Casey.

“Tomorrow?” Niss had been thinking about dinner and startled at the girl’s voice.

“Tomorrow.”

#thescorpioracesfestival #tsrf2017 #Seal-and-Vesper #story

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vol-ia · 7 years

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Write-tober 4

What’s the point of doing an October thing if you don’t do something spooky? Dolls are decades out of vogue, but if you’re reading this then odds are, you probably own at least one plushie. When did you see it last?

2377 words, PG: Horror elements, Transformation, Spooky Scary.

“Once upon a time, everyone loved dolls.”

You try not to hyperventilate, leaning against the bedroom door. Outside, somewhere in the darkness, it was moving around. Was it brushing up against the door? Or looking for another way in? It was difficult to hear anything over the sound of your own panicked breathing, and the disconcerting, high pitched voice coming from behind the door.

“It was a good time, for us. Dolls were in every house, played with by every child. They were prized possessions, best friends, trusted confidants, playmates.”

It was speaking like a child, but whatever it was, it wasn’t human. You glance down at your left arm in disbelief as the chilling realization begins to set in that you can’t move it, at all.

“My kind? We love dolls. They’re so comfortable, and you could stay in one and have an adventure and play so many games without ever having to move at all!”

Still leaning against the door, you pick up your left arm at the wrist with your other hand. It’s limp, floppy, and feels nothing like flesh. In the gloomy darkness of the bedroom, you can make out what looks like cotton stuffing poking out of half torn seams down its side. Down your side. Your arm, somehow changed, and yet still attached to you. Now, it looked all the world like…

Well, like the arm of a stuffed toy.

“But, one day, it all kinda… Stopped. Everyone decided dolls were creepy! Can you imagine? We all got put in drawers and forgotten about, or thrown away, or stuffed into glass cases and put on display!”

There was scrabbling at the foot of the door again. You quickly pull your feet away from it, just in case. It had been so fast. You were just up to grab a glass of water, and spotted it out of the corner of your eye as it leapt towards you. You had fended it off with one arm while you scrambled back for the bedroom in a blind panic, sending it flying, but it must have… Bitten you? Or something?

“Sitting around collecting dust is just… SO boring. It makes me all steamed up, just thinking about it. But, you know, you humans are predictable creatures. Take something that used to be popular and tweak it just a little and suddenly, everything old is new again.”

Some kind of monster, or demon. How had it gotten inside the house? How were you going to get away from it? The only way out of the bedroom was over the balcony, and you weren’t sure you could make it over the railing without seriously injuring yourself with only one working arm.

“And tonight, this particular spooky night, all of us have come out to play with you! What did you call this body again? A plushie? It sure is cute! I love this little fox body!”

A plushie? A fox? You had a Zorua plushie in the living room on the bookshelf, it was one of your favourite Pokemon. Your eyes were adjusting to the gloom, now. Your arm, the one the monster had gotten, it had a distinctive red patch at the end, just like the plushie in the living room. It was where your hand used to be. Your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you turn your deadened limb over, revealing what might have been, in other circumstances, a cute little sewn on pattern of a paw-pad.

“I’m sure you’ll love it just as much as me.”

Scratch. Scratch scratch. It was pawing at the door.

“Come on, let me in! Don’t you love your plushies? Don’t you wanna hug them?”

Your remaining hand was shaking as you held it against your chest, still leaning with your back to the door. It had said tonight, as though there was a time limit, and possessed or not, the plushie wouldn’t be able to get in if you kept your weight on the door. All you have to do is hold it together until sunrise.

You hope.

“Heh heh heh.”

“G-go away!” It sounds weak, you’re hoarse, and thirsty. You were already thirsty, and now the fear was just making it worse.

“I’m not going anywhere! I’m gonna wait riiiight here until you open this door like a good boy.”

“No! S-stop talking to me! I’m not opening this door!”

“Aren’t you though? You were in such a hurry to get away from me, you scrambled back into your room so quick. But, aren’t you forgetting something?”

Your mind races. Windows? Other doors? The balcony? There were no vents. A hole in the wall? The voice, it sounded so sure of itself, like it knew something you didn’t. But it was out there and you were in here, maybe it was just trying to make you panic.

Yeah, you’re totally safe in here, so long as you keep the door shut. Maybe there was a weapon you could find in the wardrobe, or something to prop the door shut. You cast your mind around your memories of the room, trying to think what might be…

You realise, cold terror raising the hackles on the back of your neck, that you have a Vulpix plushie in your bedroom. It’s on the bedside table.

No.

It wasn’t on the bedside table. Not anymore.

Your attempt to scream for help comes out as an airless squeak. Something darts at you from the shadows under your bed. You flinch, kicking out at it in a panic. You connect solidly with whatever it is, with enough force to send it flying, surely. You look around the room frantically, trying to figure out where it went.

“Got you!”

The voice causes you to tense up with shock. You can barely stand to slowly look down in the direction it came from.

It’s on your leg. The Vulpix plushie.

You’re too terrified to move. Your leg is numb, you realise. The plushie is looking at you, and then it looks down to watch as your foot seems to just, pull back into your leg, leaving behind a smooth black limb with a red ‘foot’ at the end. The Vulpix looks back up at you, moving fast enough that you can’t even see it in motion in the gloom.

It reminds you of the glimpse you got of the other one. A familiar soft toy with some kind of otherworldly glow in its glassy eyes, its seams somehow stretched and leaking stuffing. It almost seemed gleeful.

With all your strength, you wrench yourself out of your terrified paralysis, supporting your weight with your other leg and fumbling for the door handle, wildly flinging your leg around to try and shake it off as you pull at the door. You lose your footing as the door opens, and the world tilts around you as you fall, landing heavily on your chest, knocking all the wind out of yourself.

You shut your eyes for a moment, groaning and wincing at the pain and the sheer crushing weight of fear, threatening to cause you to lock up again. No, have to try and escape. You try to push with your other leg, but it’s gone numb too, replaced with something that bends when you kick at the door frame, soft.

“You know, it’s pretty fun to watch him squirm.”

“Right? You sure spooked him good!”

The voices are coming from either side of the doorway. Groaning, you use your arm, the only limb left that was still normal, and pushed yourself up and onto your side, leaning back against the door and frantically looking around, trying to spot either of them.

The vulpix is sitting a little way away from your now useless feet, its head tilted as it watches you. Still struggling to breathe from the impact, you slowly turn your head to look the other way.

It’s sitting in the gloom, right beside you. Twisted, wrong. Watching. The Zorua giggles cheekily at you, the leaking fluff that was hanging out of its rent seams jiggling as it does so.

“Such a good boy, doing what you’re told. Aren’t you fun?”

There’s not enough air in your lungs for you to reply. You can’t look away.

It gets up and daintily prowls towards you. You try to smack it away and it easily ducks under your swipe, tapping your arm and causing it to fall against the door, lifeless. You try not to whimper as the soft fuzz creeps its way up your limb.

You want to squirm, to look away, to call for help. You can’t stop staring as it climbs its way up onto your lap.

“Heh heh. So cute when they’re transfixed with terror, aren’t they?”

The Vulpix’s grin got wider. “Make him squirm a little.”

The Zorua laughed again, covering its mouth with a paw, seemly delighted at the suggestion. You struggle to speak.

“D-Don’t…”

“Shhh.” The Zorua’s eyes shine as it nuzzles at your belly in a grim parody of an affectionate animal. “Just relax! Keep your eyes on me.”

The Zorua seemed to be growing. The numbness was creeping up your arms and legs, and out from where it was sitting on your lap. The door was pushing past you, getting bigger as well. The whole house seemed to be getting larger. You want to whimper, or close your eyes, as the numbness creeps up your neck and something pushes out into the bottom half of your vision, as your nose changes into a small, plushie like snout, as you finish shrinking down to the same size as your tormentor, but you can’t look away. You can’t move at all, not even your eyes. The numbness fades, replaced with a surreal serenity as the realization sets in that you’ve become totally immobile. It’s oddly calming.

Or maybe that’s just the lack of a rapidly beating heart.

The Zorua grabs you by one limb and pulls you onto all fours, off of the door, your new plush tail springing to attention as you rock forward perilously on your two front feet, unable to so much as flinch as your body manages to avoid tipping over by the slightest of margins, wobbling back onto all fours and settling into complete stillness.

“Done! Isn’t he a cute little toy?”

“He sure is! He sure knew how to whimper and squirm, too.” The Vulpix padded closer, inspecting you critically.

“I knew you’d enjoy it. I told you!”

The Vulpix giggled, quietly. “You did! I wonder what he’s thinking, right now?”

The Zorua leaned in and playfully bapped you on the nose, causing your whole body to rock back and forth. If you had guts anymore, you’d probably feel quite nauseous. “He’s probably thinking about how no one else knows he’s in there! About how, come tomorrow morning, no one will even notice him down here while everyone looks for him.”

Well, you hadn’t been thinking about it until they had mentioned it. If you still had lungs, you’d definitely be hyperventilating.

The Zorua’s eyes glinted. “Humans are terrible, you know. They leave their plushies just sitting around doing nothing, all day every day!” It leant closer, whispering right into your sewn on ear. You could feel a slight tickle at the gentle contact of plush nose onto your own soft fabric. “I could put you away and leave you to gather dust, you know.”

“Forever.”

It giggled again, leaning back and grinning at you as though it could hear your desperate inner pleading and panic.

“Oh, but I can!”

It could?

“Yes! What would be the point of turning you into one of us if that was where the game ended? We came to play, after all.”

The vulpix chimed in. “Yeah! It’s not so bad, being a plushie, provided you’re willing to play.”

Play? How were you supposed to play when you couldn’t even blink?

“It’s easy! You can move around all you want, and talk, and when the sun comes up, you’ll wake up in your bed like it was all a dream. I promise!” The Zorua sat back on its haunches and crossed its chest with a paw. “All you gotta do is… Help us find more people to play with.”

You weren’t quite sure what the Zorua meant.

“Duh! Come on, fluff for brains. Surely you know someone else who has plushies as well. Just tell us who, and we’ll all go over to their house together, and play some more.”

Well… You did know one person, off of the top of your head. You looked down, trying to decide if it was really worth leading this sadistic little monster to them. They WERE your friend, after all.

Wait, looked down? You start, nearly falling over at the shock of suddenly having regained your motor control. The unfamiliar bulk of a Zorua’s tail cause you to nearly fall over again, and your smooth, nigh featureless paw-stubs aren’t much use for trying to stabilise yourself. The two other plushies laugh at you as you try to pick yourself up off of your rear, and laugh harder as you realise that you have a tag coming out of one of the seams of your hind legs.

“H-hey…” The squeaky voice comes out of your mouth, or what passes for it currently. You rub at your chest and neck with a paw, probing at the soft, sewn pillow that must have been your Zorua mane, unable to detect a voice box or throat. “Y-you’re not gonna… Hurt my friend, are you?”

Both of the other plushies stopped dead.

“Hmm.”

“Would you classify this as hurt?”

“We never hurt anybody.”

“Just spook them a little, is all.”

“Yeah.”

You attempt to scowl. It doesn’t work. Your facial expression is stitched on. “You uh, you DID trip me.”

“Oh! Well, you were trying to get away.”

“Can’t have that.”

“Nope. Besides, you’re better now right?”

You supposed you were. It’s not like you had any flesh left to be bruised.

“You see? You can trust us.”

“Yeah! Plus, if you play with us, you never know…”

The Zorua leaned in closer again, its glassy eyes shining in the gloom.

“You might even enjoy the hunt.”

#writetober #writing #fiction #one-off #plushie #transformation #horror #by the way this totally counts as two writes because it's over 2k words #deal with it

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comicteaparty · 7 years

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October 5th, 2017 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party chat that occurred on October 5th, 2017, from 5PM - 7PM PDT. The chat focused on Galebound by Respheal.

Featured Comment:

Chat:

RebelVampire

Good day everyone~! This week’s Comic Tea Party is now officially beginning. Today we are discussing Galebound by Respheal~! (http://www.galebound.com/) For those new to CTP, discussions about the comic are freeform, so please feel free to bring up whatever you wish. However, every 30 minutes I will be dropping in a discussion question to help those who would like a prompt. These questions are totally OPTIONAL to answer so pay them no mind if you wish~! Remember, constructive criticism is allowed, but the primary focus here is to have fun and appreciate the amazing comics that the community makes~! Each chat a top comment will be picked and featured on an ad for this chat, so let’s have a great discussion~!

With that said, let us begin with this first question~!

QUESTION 1. What is your favorite scene in the comic so far and why?

Kabocha

Oooh, favorite scene so far. Hrrrrrm.

Lyall

I really like din parting the waters

making the bridge

Amarok

oh these are questions for us?

Respheal

Yeh

Amarok

easy, the scene where Din jumps out the bed and charges his laser

Respheal

To prompt discussion

Lyall

i liked the fight in the hotel room too

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I'm definitely laughing at this.

no escape bruh

Kabocha

I really like Page 54 -- the end of the Dark Hour. http://www.galebound.com/comics/2415667/054/ I sat there for a while and was like... "What is this?" "Why is he smiling?" I've been really torn between Pascal thinking "You're so dead" and actually being relieved -- because who knows what could have happened? I've kinda stuck to the idea that Pascal REALLY wants to see killing Conan through though.(edited)

Amarok

well theres always Parkers house hears Conan choking in background

Lyall

Res' two page spreads are gorgeous btw

RebelVampire

not really a scene but one of my fave pages is definitely that one where pascal is looking out at the ocean realizing wtf just happened

Kabocha

yes.

I laughed super hard at that one

Respheal

Hahahah so many people said they relate to Pascal on that page xD

Amarok

yeah but few know about his fish friend

Respheal

"I sincerely love this page, my inner self relates to Pascal on a higher level"

Lyall

loooooooool

Kabocha

If it's not in comic, it's not confirmed, Amarok

Lyall

i feel that i personally have not bonded with pascal for some reason

perhaps my heart too sold on din

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I like this scene too. So glowy

Kabocha

We know very little about Pascal tbh. Din's been very quiet about him except "dude is gonna try to kill you."

Lyall

hurrrrhurrrrhurrrr

Kabocha

Amarok

yes my favorite page

Lyall

love that spread

Kabocha

Wait, wait

Respheal

I was itching to get to that page so bad xD

Kabocha

How many words has Pascal said in comic so far?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

uhhh

did he?

Respheal

Three

Kabocha

and what % of them has been a profanity

Amarok

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Respheal

2/3 were curses

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah

Amarok

that third one wasnt a word

Lyall

loooooool

Amarok

it was garble

Respheal

Yeah it was just "ugh...."

Kabocha

............. New name added to the nickname. I'mma stick it in the middle: "Foulmouth"

Respheal

xDDDD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

creative censorship, my friend

Lyall

PottyMouthPascal

RebelVampire

hey pascal was told to kill, not talk no talking needed

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

fartmouth Pascal

oops this is gonna be archived lel

Respheal

LOL

Kabocha

How many bad words DOES Pascal know, and are you going to invent new swears for him to use?

Respheal

Well I mean

He hangs out in bars so

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

so he swears like a sailor

Kabocha

When he finally does get more than a one-word line, he's probably just gonna be like "You ------ --------- -------- you and your ----------- horse"

Lyall

omg XD

i hope so

Respheal

--and the horse you rode in on

RebelVampire

the way this is worded makes me think pascal is gonna invent his own swears. gonna wind up using Din's name in one of them.

Kabocha

And then he whips out a knife and whoops, he really does have Murderpants now

Din will be so blown away

Respheal

.........

Wind puns

so many gale-blasted wind puns

Kabocha

has been kicked from the chat

lololol

Lyall

naaaaaah

Respheal

.....can...can I answer the questions too? xDDD

RebelVampire

if ppl got kicked for puns math would not be welcome here

rip math

Kabocha

Yes

Respheal

lololol

RebelVampire

you can answer the questions yes

Respheal

YAS

Lyall

math the punniest

Kabocha

WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE SCENE RES

RebelVampire

i wont stop you

Respheal

THE SNAKE CHARMERS MONOLOGUE

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

kinda found it funny how they argued over a change of clothes

Respheal

That scene stayed pretty much the same in every draft

This page: http://www.galebound.com/comics/2437904/061/

Kabocha

Conan objects to being called a hick

Respheal

Nah he owns it xD

Amarok

ah the first attempt to explain magic

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Lyall

OOoooooh i liked that scene too

RebelVampire

i liked din was nice in that scene and stopped magicking when he saw conan was sad

Kabocha

I'm not sure I trust this face sometimes

Lyall

no, trust that face most of all

RebelVampire

whats not to trust

O_O

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Respheal

Hmmm....

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

what he's friendly

RebelVampire

thats the face of honesty

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

or maybe not

Respheal

Oh I mean re: "i liked din was nice in that scene and stopped magicking when he saw conan was sad"(edited)

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Artemis trust him so it's good enough

Lyall

didn't he stop cause conan commanded it tho, lol

suuure he's just so nice tho

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah that's what I thought too

Kabocha

I feel like Conan was creeped out tbh

RebelVampire

shhh let me think din is nice O_O

Lyall

din is nice in my heart

keltyzoid!

so what is this tea party

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

din is nice I think

Kabocha

Din is nice to Conan.

Lyall

i don't feel like din is evil at least

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

so uh we discuss a comic every week

Kabocha

Din wants to overthrow a kingdom, though.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

@keltyzoid!

Kabocha

Sooooooooooooo not really all that nice?

Lyall

i wouldn't say i think he's good tho either

i feel like he's someone's pawn

Kabocha

Din is nice in a very limited context

Lyall

cause din very much has an agenda

mariah (rainy day dreams)

He's got too much big shit to do to be soft and fluffy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he's nice

Kabocha

But sometimes you gotta feel like he's blowing smoke up someone's butt

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I'd like to believe

Lyall

wondered if he was conan's dad's servant or something

Respheal

@keltyzoid! https://comicteaparty.tumblr.com/about

Lyall

and he's bound to their family that's why he has to take orders from them

keltyzoid!

THANKS RES

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

like a book club only with comics

RebelVampire

to be fair to din's not so niceness moments, he did just meet conan and is fulfilling some obligation. those are not factors where someone is going to be nice.

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Hmmmmmmm I like that theory!

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

why does Din want to overthrow a kingdom tho?

Lyall

so in that regard din is neither nice or not nice, he's just doing his obligatory duty

RebelVampire

@keltyzoid! https://comicteaparty.tumblr.com/faq you can also check out the faq which has more info ;3;

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

is the king that bad?

I mean kinda if he sents pascal to kill conan

keltyzoid!

ty ty

RebelVampire

well it may not be that the king is bad even. its hard to say when we havent seen the king.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

@keltyzoid! you can read and catch up http://galebound.com/

it's a short read(edited)

keltyzoid!

Din and Pascal are some hard boys to draw, so shout outs to Res for drawing them over and over again

Respheal

Thanks! :'D

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I like Din's floofy hair

keltyzoid!

GOD YOUR ART HAS GOTTEN SO GOOOODD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

so floofy

Respheal

THANK YOU

That means a lot ;w;

RebelVampire

din has the best hair ;3;

Lyall

love din's floofy hair too

Respheal

Very floof

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah

keltyzoid!

curly boy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

all the floof

Lyall

they say curly haired boys are pervs tho

keltyzoid!

who says that

Lyall

people

Respheal

pffft

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies Lyall is not curly haiir tho

Kabocha

How would Din feel about being called a floofy guy though lol

Lyall

lyall you need a perm

Kabocha

having someone sit there and ruffle his hair

admittedly, I thought, at first, that the line by his eye was just an age line XD

Lyall

strange imagery of conan ruffling din's hair

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he'll shoot lasers at everyone

LOL

Respheal

@Lyall and that's how Conan dies

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

well conan can do that

Lyall

LOL

but what if he does it and commands don't kill me before hand

Kabocha

Conan's gonna end up shoved in the sea or something

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

what he can command Din to be a nice doggy and let Conan pet him

Mahotou

i'm late but i'm here!

Respheal

Well that might help xD

Maho! o/

Mahotou

o/!

RebelVampire

welcome!

welcome all new ppl

Mahotou

is it ok to ask for a summary of what's transpired so far at the tea party?

RebelVampire

i think the bigger question is is din's hair naturally that floof or does he spend hours getting it to floof O_O

keltyzoid!

pet DIn's hair but be careful not to dislodge the 8 to 10 random items he has hidden in there at all times

Lyall

secret dagger stash

keltyzoid!

he doesn't know what's in there right now but he knows it would be a pity to lose them

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

it's more like wild untammed floof

Mahotou

Din's hair is a portal

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I'd like to think it's natural floof

Respheal

@Mahotou The question is favorite scenes, but it devolved into discussing the floofiness of Din's hair

Lyall

rather than picture din with curlers in at night

RebelVampire

@Mahotou weve talked about fave scenes and aboout pascal's swearing

keltyzoid!

his floof is powered by the universe itself

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I mean can he summon hair sprays?(edited)

Respheal

Oh yes and that 66.7% of Pascal's dialogue thus far has been cursing(edited)

Mahotou

keltyzoid!

curse him and his poofy shirt

Mahotou

pasc cant catch a break

Lyall

oh i love din's jacket too

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Mahotou

speaking of, a fav scene is pasc's smiling

keltyzoid!

belts

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I like the scarf

Lyall

best jacket

Respheal

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

likes all the scarf

Lyall

din the best dressed man

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yis

powerful and fashionable

Lyall

probably someone's tool

keltyzoid!

but Pascal is so fancy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

fancy murderpants

Lyall

pascal is a snappy dresser too

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

both of them are

Respheal

Magicians, they like to dress well

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

that red scarf is cool

Lyall

they must work for rich people

who care how they dress

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah

keltyzoid!

or maybe he just knows of a really good antique store

Amarok

im back

what i miss

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

and Din forced Conan to dress up too

Respheal

RebelVampire

or they just like to look really cool while they performing their magic. how else you gonna impress da ladies

Amarok

oooh we talking dress up

Lyall

maybe it increases your magic powers to dress nice

the secret of fashion magic

Respheal

Sure let's go with that

Kabocha

Din dropped that giant bag of cash at first

Amarok

oh thats the one thing that tells us that "Lucie" isnt Lucie

Kabocha

so I mean

keltyzoid!

the fancier you are the more magic you can do

Kabocha

dude's got access

Amarok

she hasnt complimented on his new outfit

Respheal

She's a lil busy freaking out over his well-being

keltyzoid!

one time i saw a guy on Penn and Teller and he was dressed like a homeless man and his magic was sub par

Respheal

LOL

keltyzoid!

whAT

Amarok

uh huh sure

Lyall

is she really her

i feel like it's a mirage to manipulate conan

Amarok

ill take shes a fake for 800 bob

keltyzoid!

it's a mirage to sink ships >:/

Lyall

yeah

Kabocha

What is Pascal in a glamor?

Lyall

like i find it more believable that she's fake than real just randomly there

Amarok

unless Pascal got his fish freind for a ride

Kabocha

(sorry, going with the jeopardy style answer lol)

Amarok

hes still trudging the shore

Respheal

Oh xD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

RebelVampire

pascal busy building sand castles

keltyzoid!

hell yeah

Respheal

LOL he would too

Lyall

fffffft

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

does he like sand castles?

he might murder the sand castle

Lyall

who doesn't like sand castles

Kabocha

No, no, he'd only stab people who crushed his castle

Pascal has principles.

Lyall

he'd curse and cry

keltyzoid!

Conan's gonna break his sandcastle like the bully in Cool Cat Saves the Kids

RebelVampire

is that why pascal out to murder conan and his dad O_O conan's dad crushed pascal and the king's sand castle?

Respheal

......Sure

Lyall

nah pascal is being controlled by someone else too

Respheal

Kabocha

Cool Din Saves the Kids

Lyall

feel like pascal and din are just both being used

RebelVampire

oh theyre for sure just being used

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

awww

poor pascal

Lyall

really din and pascal are BFFs that grew up together and dated

RebelVampire

i mean the opening kind of set the tone for that XD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

omg

def ship

Lyall

then they're like well it's a job

sorry bae

Kabocha

OMG ;'D

keltyzoid!

Din and Pascal?

Lyall

yus

Kabocha

Din has a boyfriend that is not Pascal, I'm pretty sure

Lyall

I hope

he's super good looking

Kabocha

I think Din's type is blonde? :3

Mahotou

that's a truth

Kabocha

Where's that pic, Res?!

Respheal

wuh?

Of Din's BF?

keltyzoid!

yeah it's Conan shut up

Mahotou

they want the boyfriend Res

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Mahotou

Kabocha

omg

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Conan can just be a chaperone

Lyall

i don't wanna push spoilers out of res tho

Respheal

https://respheal.tumblr.com/post/161779575831/drew-a-thing-for-fun-i-have-no-idea-why-theyre

Mahotou

OH WAIT

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

huh

Mahotou

THERE IT IS

Lyall

awww he's not my type

but if he makes you happy din i support

Mahotou

he's for Din anyways lol

RebelVampire

QUESTION 2. In the most recent updates, it’s revealed that Din may have purposely let the assassin, Pascal, get away. It also opens up an important question: can Din be trusted? Why would Din let Pascal get away if that’s true? Why is Din so secretive instead of just telling Conan the truth? Is Din really just out to hurt Conan too?

Mahotou

Respheal

Oh hoh hohohohoh

Kabocha

Din did say the less Conan knows, teh better.

Lyall

surprisingly doesn't like long hair on male characters that much

RebelVampire

thats what all secretive ppl say when they just want someone to shut up

keltyzoid!

maybe it was just a prank

Kabocha

I feel like Din doesn't want blood on his hands? Or at least on Conan's hands, to be honest.

Amarok

well Din doesnt really know Conan

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

He's concerned for Pascal in a way

Amarok

but he knows Felix

allegedly

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

who's felix?

Lyall

maybe din has been ordered not to tell conan things

Amarok

Conans father

RebelVampire

felix is conan's dad

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

oh carp I forgot

Kabocha

He knows Conan enough to know that he was some guy in a stable who had a life and was going to help with an assassination plot

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

see my memory fails me already

Mahotou

*patpat

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Lyall

it's okay mharz i forgot too

Amarok

But the question and answer is Does Din trust Conan

Kabocha

So, Conan's plausible deniability in this is key if Conan's not gonna get the axe.

Amarok

enough to allow himself to be potentially controlled by him against his will

Lyall

i doubt din trusts conan

i mean he just met him

conan is more like luggage to din probably

Kabocha

tbh I think there's some serious gaslighting going on right now though

Mahotou

same

Kabocha

Stuff's going to explode as soon as Checker-- erm, Artemis manages to get Din to wake up.

RebelVampire

i dont think he's been ordered to not say anything. honestly i get the sense din is just being nice in this regard and feels the less conan knows the less conan's life is disrupted and the quicker they can get stuff done

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Somehow I just feel like it's his duty to protect Conan

Lyall

same

RebelVampire

i agree it seems he might be bound to conan's family

Lyall

i don't feel like their relationship is that deep atm

cause din is doing a duty

and conan is basically the cargo

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah

RebelVampire

hahaha conan as cargo

Superjustin of Time and Space

Lol

Respheal

Early on, he was even thrown over Artemis like luggage

Lyall

yuuuuus

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yep definitely luggage

Superjustin of Time and Space

(and yeah just peeking in to see what's up)

Respheal

Superjustin of Time and Space

Lyall

hi super~!!

Superjustin of Time and Space

Keep up the good work Respheal, your stuff's awesome

Respheal

Thanks :'D

Superjustin of Time and Space

and hey Draco!

You're welcome~

Respheal

PFFFFFFFFFFT

Lyall

loooool

Respheal

-dies-

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Amarok

as for the why would Din let Conan escape

Superjustin of Time and Space

OMG that pic

Amarok

obviously commands are verbal

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Din let Conan escape?

Respheal

Why Din would let Pascal escape you mean?

Amarok

Pascal yes

derp

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

ah that makes more sense

Respheal

Maho xD

Lyall

my memory is fuzzy but i was like when did conan escape

Amarok

anyway

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

if Din let Conan escape, the story is over

Lyall

you had one job Din

Amarok

COmmand are verbal so to override them u must have percise language or else a technical loophole could proceed

Kabocha

now I want to draw some stuff like galebound was a totally different comic

Superjustin of Time and Space

Alternate Ending

RebelVampire

well its not over weve established din knows where conan is O_O

Tenor

@Respheal I didn't get to read but i wanted to drop in and saw I love the art at least! <33 KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK

say*

Respheal

Thanks <3(edited)

Amarok

as Din may not know the wording of the contract, he must improvise

Lyall

i hope din has this huge secret ulterior motive that really goes against everything that's been said and done so far and he was playing both sides in order to free himself or something, lol

cause he seems that type

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I hope you don't go too far. I've only read the main pages

RebelVampire

i assume din just has past history with pascal

since i mean

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I feel that too

RebelVampire

din knew who he was

wasnt like "oh rando assassin"

unless theres a magician association

Respheal

omg

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

and not just I just know he's an assassin

there's a connection

Superjustin of Time and Space

I love these images @Kabocha

mariah (rainy day dreams)

They went to baby murder magic school together

Lyall

looool

Kabocha

You know, in Ink Drop Cafe, I've been talking about how Pascal is secretly out to kill Conan, because Conan's clearly the evil little brother

Lyall

they do look a like

i have a hard time telling them apart tbh

Respheal

rip

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LMAO

Superjustin of Time and Space

Wait

there's sucha thing

Respheal

I gotta admit that's more me sucking at drawing :'D I WILL GET BETTER(edited)

Superjustin of Time and Space

as babby murder time hour?

Lyall

i think that's why i haven't bonded with pascal, he reminds me of conan mostly

but like better dressed

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

you did improve a lot Res

Respheal

Thanks <3(edited)

Superjustin of Time and Space

Indeed

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Mahotou

same face syndrome is a butt

Respheal

Pascal needs to show up moar so I can get more practice drawing him xD

Lyall

hahah oh dear

Superjustin of Time and Space

XD(edited)

Lyall

i was thinking they were secret twins or something

RebelVampire

while were on these subjects. let us theorize

http://www.galebound.com/comics/2289959/001/

who that other kid in that page

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Lucie?(edited)

Respheal

pbbt

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

A childhood friend?

Lyall

maybe one of them is din as a kid(edited)

cause of the black hair

Mahotou

OMG YES WHAT DO OTHERS THINK ABOUT DA OTHER KID?

Kabocha

my initial thought was it's conan

Lyall

same

i thought it was conan the first time but the hair looks black

RebelVampire

what if the other kid is pascal

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

that might be pascal lel

Lyall

pascal and din

mariah (rainy day dreams)

mind blown

Kabocha

http://www.galebound.com/comics/2460520/067/ Conan has forgotten something though

Amarok

i subscribe to that was Conan and Din in the first few

Mahotou

i thought it was conan at one point and pascal at another point. and now i just dont know

Amarok

and he has memory loss

Lyall

it's just some random kiddos, gosh

Amarok

and has a history in Evenheim

Lyall

for establishing shot

Amarok

else why would the City Daemon help him

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

The woman is Conan's mom shot

Superjustin of Time and Space

Dang Kabo I love these too much

RebelVampire

well one of the kids is din. unless theres another green eyed floof person

Amarok

im guessing said scene was shortly after Conan's mom died and deadbeat dad left

Superjustin of Time and Space

your sketches

Lyall

oh wait there's more to the kiddos

wow i completely forgot about this part, LOL

okay yeah that's def Din

no doubt

i remember i knew that when i read it

cause it's pretty obvious

unless he has a twin

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

that was 17 years before the start of the story

Kabocha

gotta be Din. 'cause dem green eyes

Lyall

and the hair

RebelVampire

i lean towards its pascal just cause it being conan is too obvious imo.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he has floofy hair

Lyall

yeah

and he's better dressed than conan cause he's wearing blue

blue always the best

Respheal

Kabocha

but we've also seen Conan's dad

and conan's dad is kinda fancy.

Lyall

well it's not din's boyfriend

can cross that off

RebelVampire

conan is their half brother O_O and his mom was a princess so he got a less shitty life

problem solved

Respheal

I mean, I haven't introduced that many characters yet xD So it's either one of them or someone tht hasn't been introduced yet~~~~

Lyall

that's very magi rebel, hahah

Superjustin of Time and Space

introduce more

Respheal

ikr

soooooooooon

ish

Lyall

conan is alibaba

Respheal

Soon in webcomic time

RebelVampire

LOL

it could be someone new tho, i dont discount that.

its not lucie

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

webcomic time = 10 years

RebelVampire

she is also crossed off the list

Lyall

i thought she was related to din cause of her black hair

mother or sister

RebelVampire

who are you talking about draco?

Respheal

The woman from the prologue I presume(edited)

Lyall

yus

Superjustin of Time and Space

k I'm gonna listen to some music, you guys enjoy the rest of the chat

Respheal

Alrighty, have fun!

Lyall

kay, laterz Super~!

Superjustin of Time and Space

Thanks~ And laterz!

RebelVampire

thank for coming super~!

Superjustin of Time and Space

You're welcome. ^_^

Kabocha

http://www.galebound.com/comics/2294666/003/ The last line on this page

The hate between Din and Conan is not quite strong enough

Lyall

Kabocha

you know how some comics have power of friendship? These guys gotta be powered by hate. :'3

Lyall

this

Respheal

LOL

Amarok

right now its mutual distrust and distaste

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

rip

Lyall

doesn't this imply that din is borrowing power from people he hates to change the world to his own ideals so he is a two faced snake that's going to betray his master at some point, lol

Amarok

especially wiht that accent and old outfit

Kabocha

Right now Conan is basically the one in charge...

Well.

Lyall

sorta

he's not really

Kabocha

Yeah.

Of Pascal.

Respheal

Lyall

din is borrowing power from whoever told him to get conan

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yep

he was looking for Conan's dad too I think

Respheal

Correct

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

which is something strange

Respheal

Wondering where the heck he is, anyway

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

cus Din and Conan gave different years on how long he was missing

Lyall

check the brothels

Amarok

imagines din with a "wheres felix" book(edited)

RebelVampire

what sort of power are we talking about tho? like do you have to be bound to someone to access more magic? are we talking about political power? etc.

Respheal

Lyall

i think it's more a position of power

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

mind power?

Lyall

like a rank of some sort

RebelVampire

cause if were talking about rank

Lyall

well not official rank

RebelVampire

what if that lady was a court magician and she took the boys in and trained them

Lyall

but more access to stuff

maybe but she was dressed pretty poor too

Respheal

How many doodles did you make??? xDDDD

lmao

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Does the king have the same powers as conan does?

Kabocha

I'm doing these as I go

RebelVampire

her dress was pretty nice imo. plain but nice

Mahotou

rank is involved with the command ability right?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

it does?

Lyall

her hair made me think she's poor tho

Mahotou

and i think she's a mage from implying they (herself and kid din) are stray dogs

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

again only reading the actual pages

RebelVampire

its possible the king has the same powers cause in res' world info city daemons are generally heard by high ranking officials

Amarok

if it does how does teh rank pass?

Kabocha

I think rank was only mentioned in the comments

Amarok

the old king is dead. long live teh king.. but whos the king?

Kabocha

so it's wild mass guessing at the moment

Lyall

iamking

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

that means conan is in a high position if he can command pascal

Lyall

well if he's the king's son he'd be a prince of some sort maybe(edited)

Mahotou

which i guess bring's his lineage into question (looks at felix)(edited)

Lyall

fuzzy memory tho will not benefit me here

RebelVampire

to be fair some tidbits of info are more a question of did you read the supplemental world info

cause theres some juicy hints in there if you connect some dots

Respheal

This is true

There's a lot of stuff I just plain can't fit in the comic xD But it's usually not 100% necessary info

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

was thinking what if Felix is somehow related to the king

wild guess

Kabocha

Felix is a rival for the throne?

That's a good theory....

Lyall

oh reminds me i was thinking you should put the dusk appendix in the main menu bar if you can

cause i didn't think to look for world information in the about page

only when rebel pointed it out did i know it existed

Kabocha

I'mma subscribe to that one mharz

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

why does the king want Felix and his heir Conan dead?

Mahotou

is felix an illegal baby of royalty? is conan?(edited)

Respheal

Hmm, I can see about making it fit in there

Making Conan a bastard lol

rip

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. Conan himself is rather strange with having a rare ability to hear city daemons. He also has suggested there are important things he may have forgotten. Why or what is Conan that makes him as much a target as his father? Is there are a reason he seems to have hidden abilities? Has he forgotten something that will later be pivotal to the story?

drops question early since were on the topic anyway

Amarok

hes a target cause his father is a target, making him a source of leverage

Kabocha

Someone wants to flush Felix out. :3

Lyall

i just assumed he had his memories hidden to protect him and hide him from others

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I wonder if it's becos Conan's memory was rigged which is why he says his father went missing 14 years instead of 25

RebelVampire

leverage only works if you intend to keep someone alive tho. so i mean hes leverage for din maybe, but not for pascal

or the king

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Like I feel Din's statement is more legit

Amarok

Conan has the ability to hear THAT specific Daemon cause the City Daemon of Evenheim will protect its own people

meaning Conan has history in Evenheim

Kabocha

Could conan be older than people think?

Mahotou

Din's the kidnapper and Pasc is trying to kill Conan. he's targeted not to be ransom but to be killed. why's he a threat?(edited)

Amarok

reinforced by the mark on Dins back, the same mark on Conan's Watch, and the same mark hanging above Evenheim's gate

Lyall

maybe conan isn't a real person

Respheal

Suddenly we've got a D.Gray-Man situation if he's older than people think xD

RebelVampire

yeah i think conan has some sort of high station in evenheim at least

Kabocha

'cause Conan was born in Evenheim, or so we think... There's gotta be some record of it -- so Felix being missing mysteriously for 25 years would be a little odd, eh?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

rip

Kabocha

unless Evenheim doesn't keep records

Amarok

im thinking Felix or at least the Renaud family used to be in control of Evenheim

Kabocha

OOPS OUR PUBLIC RECORDS GOT BURNT DOWN

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

well if he's assumed dead and had a different name it's easy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

brb gonna food.

Mahotou

my guess is that while felix went missing, he had conan. so conan knew he was around cuz he was living with his dad

RebelVampire

yeah

thats how i interpreted the 14 vs 25 thing

is that din didnt know where he was

but conan did

Kabocha

oh god, conan's dad was one of those sovereign citizen guys wasn't he

Respheal

oh lord

Kabocha

that's the REAL reason Conan has missing memories

RebelVampire

it couldve been conan's mom who was from the affluential family. felix is just some bum

Kabocha

his mom was dying of stress of his dad saying "you can't put me on trial here because that flag is wrong"

Lyall

i hope

his dad is incredibly good looking(edited)

RebelVampire

http://www.galebound.com/cast/

hes the bottom right guy

Lyall

oh geezus

Mahotou

that cast page is a good resource

Lyall

he is

i don't care if he's an asshole he's my new second fave

Respheal

Lyall

looks like you got a bro conan

pascal

Respheal

I had fun with some of these descriptions lololol

Mahotou

Too good for this cruel world

Lyall

pascal looks more like felix's son than conan does

maybe pascal was given conan's real appearance to protect conan

since pascal can protect himself

and is loved less

Amarok

Pascal isnt smart enough to be a decoy

Respheal

His murderin' pants

Amarok

Lyall

maybe pascal is a clone

a magic clone

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

I am finally home, so I ahve to say this

RebelVampire

pascal is too good for this world and wait a second pascal has green eyes

Amarok

he gets back to the king after completing the task

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

So that horse might be a person

Lyall

maybe the horse is felix

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

That was my crack theory for the longest time

Respheal

wat

Lyall

felix is an animagus

Kabocha

he's a cat.

Amarok

"congratulations captain murderpants on a job well done" "but im only a lieutenant" "I just promoted you"

Lyall

felix the cat

har har har

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

Alright now I got that here I'm gonna poof, I feel like dying sorry qwq

Lyall

kay~! laterz Feather~!

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

But yes, my crack theory was the mare was a person who happens to be the true heir and all the jazz

Respheal

Hahahaha drop in to post that crack theory and then poof out xDD

Alrighty see ya o/

Lyall

don't you mean

Respheal

Get feelin better

Lyall

true mare

Kabocha

during the dark hour, Artemis was a ... night mare

I'll see myself out thank you

Respheal

But yes, that's where Pascal got the cinnabon part of his nickname

RebelVampire

i wonder if its telling that felix and conan have middle names but the others dont. is this an indication of their fancy O_O

Lyall

mark of royalty

or pretentious namers

Respheal

Bit of a family tradition

Conan's grandpa's name is Matthias, and his great-grandpa would've been a Lucas

And on it goes

Lyall

ooooooooh

i drank way too much caffeine today

Kabocha

If Conan isn't ejected from the gene pool

Respheal

lol

Kabocha

his kid should probably have the name "felix" at some point(edited)

BUT WHAT HAPPENS IF THERE'S A SECOND CHILD

Lyall

conan's real name is Felix Jr.

RebelVampire

then the second child is banished

there can only be one

Respheal

xDDD

Kabocha

this is why pascal wants to kill conan

Lyall

how spartan

but conan is younger

Kabocha

Conan was the favorite.

Lyall

but he doesn't dress as well

Kabocha

Clearly not.

Lyall

fashion too important

Kabocha

his dad was a hobo. Lyall

no he's wearing an ascot

Mahotou

that's why conan was hidden away as a stable boi

Lyall

hobos don't wear ascots

Kabocha

Din's sleeping on the ground right now

and he was in an alley with a blanket and probably a hobo then :'3

Din is King Hobo.

Lyall

no he was poor then

and sleeping on the ground is necessity

Kabocha

So you mean Din had a whirlwind of success?

Mahotou

he travels on foot and by caravan. sounds like a bumkin

Lyall

no din sold his soul to the devil of the story

Respheal

To be fair, Maho, they haven't gotten around to trains yet xD

Kabocha

Really, that part of things had to be a breeze.

Mahotou

so Res, how's din's soul looking on that pedistal?

Respheal

owo

Kabocha

Wait, if Din sold his soul to a devil...

Where is Rex.

Lyall

everywhere always

Mahotou

lol

Kabocha

it all comes back to freaking Rex.

Respheal

I'm gonna start responding to theory questions with a kyubey expression

Mahotou

yey!

Kabocha

"Wanna make a contract?"

Lyall

rex is a terrible bad guy, i hope res did better than that, hahah

RebelVampire

on a more serious note din said that theyre after "felix or his heir" so does that mean they knew felix only had one kid or that there can only be one heir so if felix had more kids it doesnt matter?

Lyall

gawd I hope Felix had a whole bunch of kids

Respheal

Good question!

Lyall

his kitten litter

Respheal

Din:

Lyall

Felix: Find them all Din, now find me

Respheal

THIS ISN'T POKEMON LOL

THERE IS NO CATCH 'EM ALL

RebelVampire

this is why felix left. he has to go around the world having kids

Lyall

Felix: Sorry Din, my duty in life is to make babies with every one i meet

Kabocha

oh god

Respheal

omg xD

Lyall

Felix: I must share the beauty that is I

Kabocha

Felix's theme song is now Vanilla.

(by Gackt)

Lyall

rather Booty Call

Respheal

-dies-

Amarok

welp gotta go for now

Respheal

Awww, see ya! o/

Amarok

i may be back

Lyall

Bye Amarok~! Thank you for coming~!

Respheal

Thanks for joining :D

Ah heck

You guys are asking good questions though >:3

RebelVampire

thanks for coming Amarok~!

Lyall

i know nothing about Felix but he is now a full time player in my mind

Respheal

And have grazed a fair number of truths(edited)

Lyall

the horse was conan's mother all along

RebelVampire

i think we could also ask why now? like theyve not cared for 25 years about felix but now theyre like "welp better go assassinate him"

Mahotou

maybe they were looking for him for 25 years tho maybe the question is, who let slip that felix has a boy in the horse land(edited)

Lyall

his gambling debt got too high

RebelVampire

thats true it mightve just take 25 years

yeah thats an equally valid question

why do they suddenly know about conan

Lyall

omg he looks like Loki from Matantei Loki Ragnarok there

RebelVampire

did felix send them a letter and was like "hey guys just want to tell you i definitely dont have a secret son in this location."

Lyall

http://www.absoluteanime.com/mythical_detective_loki_ragnarok/loki.jpg

cause it's obscure

Respheal

Definitely don't go to the ranch in Norin that has a sign saying "Renaud Ranch". No one of interest there.

Kabocha

:'3

RebelVampire

His name is definitely not conan either.

Kabocha

Felix goofed up there

Lyall

good going felix

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

what I miss?

Lyall

felix not smart, just lucky

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

huh?

RebelVampire

were talking about why everyone came to get conan now instead of earlier

Respheal

I think we were talking about why people are after Felix and Conan

Yeah

Lyall

yus

Respheal

3. Conan himself is rather strange with having a rare ability to hear city daemons. He also has suggested there are important things he may have forgotten. Why or what is Conan that makes him as much a target as his father? Is there are a reason he seems to have hidden abilities? Has he forgotten something that will later be pivotal to the story?

-copy-pastes the question-(edited)

-cuz I kinda forgot what the question was too-

Kabocha

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Lyall

Icanfinallydotext OTL

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

RebelVampire

throws confetti for draco

Kabocha

Answering this question is hard

Lyall

i always assumed conan was a prince

RebelVampire

i definitely think whatever conan forgot is important

Lyall

or something to that effect

RebelVampire

cause of the amulet

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he's an outsider prince

Kabocha

Conan forgot his mom.

Lyall

prince of demons

prince of pizza

Respheal

wat

Kabocha

Like, seriously, that lady in the flashback

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

they have pizza?

RebelVampire

Din: Conan what do you remember about your mother? Conan: ....I have a mother?

Lyall

do they have pizza?

i've no idea

Kabocha

LOL

Respheal

Probably something LIKE pizza

Lyall

omg conan that's sad

Respheal

Aww

Lyall

Conan: Wait, what's a mother

Respheal

OH NO

Kabocha

CONAN WAS BORN IN A TEST TUBE

Lyall

Din: I am your mother

Respheal

Suddenly Lost Boy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

omg

Respheal

WAT

Mahotou

he was just talking about how he was upset that his dad didn't come to her funeral too. (edited)

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Din is not a Damon, Draco

Lyall

it's a dark hole i can paint you

Kabocha

http://www.galebound.com/comics/2460520/067/ But no, seriously, I feel like this was really really heavily implied

RebelVampire

no i definitely think thats his mom too

Kabocha

either that or conan has an older sister

RebelVampire

in the flashback

Lyall

it's

his first wife

Kabocha

conan had a wife

Mahotou

i thought he may have forgotten what her last words were

Lyall

yus

Kabocha

omg

so he really IS older

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Lyall

conan is really a lot older than he looks

but when he was hidden he was made younger

Kabocha

add another 11 years onto that

Lyall

because he too is a magician

Respheal

Ha, add 11 years and he'd be Din's age

Lyall

shot

maybe

conan is felix

and pascal is his son

RebelVampire

i dont think were going that far into the twilight zone

Lyall

hey it can work

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LMAO

Lyall

you can connect the bridges to make it work

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Draco it's not reincarnation

Mahotou

Kabo is SO PREPARED with these images xD(edited)

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

stahp applying Zenchav logic here

Lyall

Conan: Why do you look so much worse than with your age lines

Respheal

And then suddenly Din and Conan are fraternal twins

Lyall

i can connect anything

do not take theories from me

Kabocha

@Mahotou -- no, I'm actually literally drawing this as I go

I know I said I'd prepare stuff, but I can't make this up

RebelVampire

so one thing conan definitely forgot in that flashback is the amulet cause clearly hed seen it before

Lyall

kabo super good at drawing fast(edited)

yus

and his first horse

that someone stole

Respheal

Probably Parker lol

(jk)

Lyall

gdi parker

Respheal

Kabocha

we need to see Parker in comic

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Kabo is like a cali

Respheal

Someday!

Lyall

yus

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

is parker cute?

Lyall

always the important question

Kabocha

parker's drunk all the time XD

Respheal

Lyall

Respheal

He's uh.....

Lyall

that's not cute

maybe

Respheal

He's made an appearance in a lil derp comic I did for TWC

Lyall

is his first name peter

Respheal

https://respheal.tumblr.com/post/156311533421/twc-challenge-2-featuring-conan-and-his

Lyall

awww kiss him parker

when he's awake

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

aww he's a cute tubby guy RebelVampire

QUESTION 4. Din tells Conan that the reason Conan is being hunted is because of Conan’s father, Felix. What exactly did Felix do to make so many enemies? Where do you think he went? Is he dead or is he out wandering the world somewhere? Do you think Conan will run into him or is Felix’s role inconsequential?

Lyall

my eyes are tired so i read hunted as haunted

Kabocha

Felix stole a horse.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

the king's horse

Artemis is the king's horse

Mahotou

i think conan will meet with felix somewhere down the line.

Kabocha

Also, probably slept with someone's sister that he shouldnta

Lyall

well felix slept with a lot of people's significant others

Respheal

And that's when Conan punches the hell outta Felix (jk lol.....or am I?)(edited)

Lyall

UnU

RebelVampire

conan should punch felix anyway

say thanks for leaving to get milk and not coming back, dad

Lyall

Felix: Come son, let us embrace

Kabocha

So, who did Conan inherit his ahoge from?

His ma or his pa

Lyall

the pressing questions

Respheal

That's actually a good question

That I don't remember the answer to

Lyall

Respheal

-looks up refs-

Mahotou

its the grandpa

Lyall

from the horse

UvU

Kabocha

OH WAIT

I know

neither. XD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Felix: You shall do my bidding

takes over the underworld

Lyall

no felix that's bad

Respheal

If rank is determined by ahoge, Pascal is probably higher ranked

Lyall

lolol

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

oh wait that's a different story

Lyall

Felix: Conan let me show you my magic bag

I hope Conan's real name is Katz

Kabocha

Yeah, Pascal would have the larger of the two ahoge

Respheal

Katz?

Mahotou

Pasc has windmill sweeping hair

Kabocha

...Those two I DID draw yesterday

Lyall

like Cat

so it's Felix and Katz

Respheal

omg

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Lyall

and a magic bag

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Felix the Katz

Lyall

do not let me name things, i'm sorry

Kabocha

How much DOES conan know about his dad

Lyall

nothing probably

how much does conan know about himself even

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Felix is probably a threat to overthrow the king which is why they want he and Conan dead

RebelVampire

well he knows hes missing

Lyall

how can you know your dad if you don't know yourself

Kabocha

that's deep.

Respheal

Well, Conan has hinted a bit as to how much he knows about his dad

Which is to say: not much

Lyall

Conan: I had a dad?

Respheal

OH NO XDDDD

Lyall

Conan: I thought I was born from these horses and Parker

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

might be fabricated

definitely fabricated memory

Lyall

yeah that's true

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

poor guy

Lyall

even if he had a memory it could be false

Kabocha

have we seen conan's belly button yet

Lyall

conan is an unreliable source for info atm

Kabocha

DOES HE HAVE A BELLY BUTTON

Respheal

........wat

xDDD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yep

Kabocha

if he's not got parents

like, if he was some sort of magical being

would he actually have one?

Respheal

Alright Conan, lift yer shirt

Lyall

does conan have abs,

the important questions

Respheal

hell yeah

Boy works on a farm all day

Lyall

10/10

RebelVampire

>v>

Lyall

work it farm boy

Mahotou

he had a nice back

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he's ripped

Kabocha

Din also has a nice back.

and a nice tattoo

Mahotou

that page where he took off his shirt

#hesstrippingagain

Lyall

The tattoo is proof he sold his soul

for powah

RebelVampire

it looks more like a brand than a tattoo to me. like someone took a hot poker and put it to his back. and it went sizzle sizzle

Lyall

my first thought was what he's advertising

Mahotou

being branded gave him powerzz

Lyall

someone used din as a billboard

Mahotou

powerful slave?

Lyall

that's really a company

RebelVampire

or being branded is him being marked as magician cattle O_O

Lyall

ooooooh

Mahotou

that

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Din Works for Conan's clan

Lyall

that's what i think

Kabocha

I feel like I've seen din's tattoo somewhere in comic tho

Lyall

slave to conan's family

RebelVampire

the watch

Lyall

yus

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Pascal works for the King

Lyall

but maybe it's not the real king

RebelVampire

its the same emblem on conan's watch or looks supsiciously similar

Lyall

maybe felix was the real king, but went into hiding

that's why he's missing

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yep

maybe it was invaded

Lyall

yis

Mahotou

sht someone help me compare the watch to din's sholder

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

then King whoeverhisname is

Lyall

we shall call him Gink

King Gink

Mahotou

Gink-king?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

is scared that Conan's clan will go revenge

RebelVampire

draco you cant always just make new names by spelling backwards

Respheal

Watch: http://www.galebound.com/comics/2362830/035/ Shoulder: http://www.galebound.com/comics/2369956/040/

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

which is why he wants Felix and his heir dead

Lyall

yes I can

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL draco

Respheal

@Mahotou ^

Lyall

Conan's real name is Nanoc

maybe Felix is a robin hood type

pushed into hiding but doing good for the poor

but he looks like an ass

so i doubt it

RebelVampire

but i cant say for sure about the similarities. theyre just suspiciously similar.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

draco

Conan's mind is fabricated as to protech him

well that was kinda obvious(edited)

Lyall

yis

Kabocha

I feel like I remember seeing a comment once about some of the scenery in Evenheim and I'm like what are some of these comments talking about

cameos?

Kabocha

and other stuff

Respheal

Hahaha if it makes it easier to refer to the king Din's looking to overthrow, King Cymaria works (they go by their city-state name sometimes)

Ah yeah there were a few pages with cameos from other comics

Lyall

maybe the king is a woman

cause their name ends in A

i'm sorry i really drank too much caffeine

RebelVampire

if this is a matter of felix is the true king i still dont get why theyd wait so long to deal with him. not to mention even if he changed his name i think hed be found out cause a king being dethroned is kind of a big deal

Lyall

yeah that's true rebel

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

probably because Conan is more powerful

and they were waiting him to grow up

lel

Lyall

but maybe he's a different kind of royalty

i'm not fully theorized in the construct of the world

RebelVampire

im not talking about conan im talking about felix

Lyall

so the hierarchy of such could be different than the assumed

RebelVampire

conan wouldnt of been born yet

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

but it's related

Respheal

Conan's 22, for reference

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

wait

he's 22?

Lyall

like maybe there's a different kind of royalty amongst the magician

than with the lands

Mahotou

its in the cast page too right?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

again, I didn't read anything aside the main pages

Respheal

It's fine ^^

It's all optional supplementary stuff hiding back there lol

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

it's more fun to speculate that way

RebelVampire

yeah conan is 22 so he was born 3 years after din and his cohorts think felix went missing.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Felix ran away

Lyall

i want to read it all again, and the supplemental stuff :<

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

met the magician girl

lived with them for 11 years

Lyall

looks at pile of pages to draw

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

then ran away again

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

rip my theory

Lyall

would felix be din's father then

Respheal

Lyall

wha

RebelVampire

so i guess felix left when conan was 8?

Respheal

Oh nah I'm just trolling with my reactions mostly xD

All of the theories have been good!

Correct

22-14=8

Wait

Lyall

bad parenting felix

Respheal

Yeah

Lyall

abandoning your son

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

psh who does that

Lyall

for the greater good

of brothels

no not you rex

get back in your hole

Kabocha

We need an icon for Felix now

Respheal

That would be the grumpiest icon

Lyall

felix joins dad of the year club

Respheal

RebelVampire

you can never have enough grumpy icons

Mahotou

i think Din's grin would be more appropriate for Res.

Respheal

That's like the criteria for being a Magician: have a blood-curdling evil grin

RebelVampire

i really love the pattern on pascal's shirt random

Lyall

lolololol

yus

Respheal

Pascal likes dressin up

Lyall

he wears it well

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he and din are

Mahotou

Pasc "i'm an assasin so i'm in all black but i wanna stand out and be fancy soooo RED CRAVAT"

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yiss

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

lolol

Respheal

Hahaha Pascal wears the red cravat solely cuz it matches his magic's color

He's like IT MATCHES YES

Kabocha

and his eyes!

Lyall

omg XD that dork

Kabocha

also the blood of his enemies!

Respheal

Well yeah the ring around the eyes matches their magic too

Kabocha

res, where's that stupid pic of pascal I drew

Respheal

(Din's is kinda hard to see sometimes--I gotta fix that)

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I like red so I approve

Lyall

blueisbest

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

red

Lyall

blue

Respheal

>w>

Respheal

Gonna quote @Mahotou here

"WHO'S BLUE?????"

Lyall

felix?

RebelVampire

the entire comic

Respheal

Now it is! xD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

draco

Lyall

mharz

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Lyall

yes

ironically mharz's name is blue and mine is red

RebelVampire

with 6 minutes left to go does anyone have any closing thoughts?

Lyall

ummm

tell us all the secrets

Respheal

Since we're getting close to it, I was gonna mention what the next chapter's gonna be called

#speculation

Mahotou

OOOOOOOOOO

Kabocha

Respheal

Chapter 4: Hear, Obey, Defy

Mahotou

*looks at Din

RebelVampire

rip conan

Lyall

din gonna disobey

tsks

it's okay din

i support you

kill him if necessary

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

be free Din, be free

Lyall

yus

free your genie bond

Respheal

Hahaha funny you should mention that

Din -> djinn

Lyall

oh i noticed

Respheal

Lyall

and then i forgot

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

but now i remember

Kabocha

When's Din gonna have another slasher smile?

RebelVampire

but were all assuming it means din gonna betray conan i think. it could be that they cross the bridge, someone is like "din you take that boy to the king gosh" and then din is like no go jump off a bridge

Lyall

look at din

of course he's going to betray him

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I trust Din

with my pennies

Respheal

RebelVampire

i trust artemis

Lyall

I trust din to do what's right for the story

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Artemis is best

Lyall

i trust din to do what's right for din too

unless

he forms a really really strong bond with conan

which could happen

but he does not have that atm

Respheal

Hahaha I will say, a lot of you were SERIOUSLY on the right track

I was screaming

Lyall

it was the horse theory wasn't it

Respheal

Yes

You caught me

Lyall

felix is a horse

Respheal

Conan's mom never died, she's been the horse all along

Lyall

just horsing around

RebelVampire

to be fair tho if din wants to overthrow the king its not to his advantage yet to betray conan if conan is some necessary component

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Din wants to be king

RebelVampire

i approve of King Din

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

overthrows the king first then makes conan the king

Lyall

i feel like a lot of the story pieces are still missing for me to make a real judgement on who's right and wrong

Lyall

I support king Din 100%

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

then overthrow conan

Lyall

i want a picture of king Din

Kabocha

Res was totally blown away by the theories.

Respheal

Yeah, that's the thing--there is a LOT of missing info right now

Lyall

i feel he'd be very lelouch

Respheal

More info will come of course.....but then that might just spawn MORE QUESTIONS

-evil laugh-

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

gonna wait until chapter 10

Lyall

d'aaaaw

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Likes to pile up things

Respheal

Oh heck chapter ten's gonna be nuts

Lyall

res so good at keeping spoilers

Respheal

.....so is every chapter up to that but y'know

RebelVampire

Unfortunately, the scheduled Comic Tea Party is now complete~! Thank you everyone so much for joining this week’s chat~! That being said, if you would like to continue discussing the comic, we encourage you to do so~! We want to give a big thank you to Respheal, as well, for volunteering Galebound for our reading queue. If you liked the comic, please be sure to support Respheal’s efforts. If you have questions, concerns, or suggestions about CTP, please feel free to PM me, or e-mail me at [email protected].

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Insomnia Cookies: Best Birthday Ever

Summary: Poe, Finn and Bucky plan a special surprise during Y/N’s 17th birthday party.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Reader, Poe/Finn Dameron

Warnings: none, major fluff alert though

Word count: 1852

A/N: So sorry this took so long!! This was a really important chapter for me, and I wanted to make sure I got it right. We’re starting to wrap everything up now, so there will only be a few more parts. As always, thanks for reading!!

Read previous parts here

“Here comes the cake!” Finn announced to the room. Tony dimmed the lights and Poe walked in carrying an ice cream cake decorated with seventeen blue candles. The words “Happy 17th Birthday Y/N” were drawn in a loopy cursive, and icing hedgehogs dotted the space around them.

Y/N blushed and grinned shyly as everyone started singing. Poe and Finn had taken Y/N and her friends from school out to the movies earlier in the day, and now they were celebrating as a family. It was a patchwork family for sure, but to her, it was perfect.

Tony, Sam, and Clint really belted out the last lines, and the others clapped enthusiastically.

“Make a wish!” Nat exclaimed. She held out her camera as Y/N closed her eyes. She paused a few seconds before taking a deep breath and blew out all of the candles at once.

“What did you wish for?” Bucky asked, squeezing her shoulder.

Y/N shook her head. “I can’t tell you!” she admonished. “It won’t come true!”

“Yeah, Bucky!” Steve joked. “You should know better!”

Before Bucky could interject, Poe and Finn began passing out the cake. Of course, Y/N got the first (and biggest) piece, and she eagerly attacked her cake.

“Good?” Poe asked.

Y/N nodded and gave him a thumbs up. “You sure?” he asked uncertainly.

She swallowed her cake and smiled. “Poe, this day has been awesome! I promise.” She crossed her heart for emphasis.

“Okay, okay, just checking,” he replied. He moved over and sat next to Finn on one of Tony’s couches.

“They’ve been acting weird all day,” Y/N whispered to Bucky. “Like all nervous and jittery.”

“It’s your first birthday with them, kid,” Bucky said. “They probably just want it to be perfect.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she said uncertainly. “Do you think everything is okay?” Her forehead creased with worry, and her eyes filled with a slight sense of fear.

“Y/N, I swear, everything is fine,” Bucky reassured her. He scooted closer and gave her a side hug. “You’re good, it’s all good.” Y/N nodded and slowly went back to eating her cake.

A clinking glass drew everyone’s attention to the center of the room where Tony was standing. He cleared his throat. “Y/N,” he said, “you are a very special kid. And a special kid gets presents for her birthday, am I right?”

Everyone cheered and clapped as Nat and Clint brought out two large piles of presents. Y/N’s face lit up as they were placed in front of her.

“No way!” she squealed. “Thank you!”

“Don’t thank us until you’ve seen them,” Steve warned. “Some of us weren’t supervised.”

“Hey, man,” Sam argued, “you guys picked the worst time to get presents. Not all of us follow your super soldier schedules.”

“So Sam’s present is bad, got it,” Y/N replied cheekily. Sam pretended to be offended, but he broke a smile when Y/N got up and gave him a hug. She sat back down on the rug and began going through the pile as Nat took pictures.

All of the presents were surprisingly awesome. Clint got Y/N a bow and arrow set that Tony insisted was “for outdoor use only”. Clint shook his head and winked at Y/N when Tony wasn’t looking, and she giggled in response. When Tony whirled back around, she got busy opening the first edition A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, one of her favorite books, from Nat.

“Nat, this is awesome!” Y/N exclaimed, jumping up to give the redhead a hug. “Thank you!” She pulled away and turned the book over. “Where did you find this?”

“Let’s just say I have my sources,” Nat replied, coyly.

“Okay, my turn!” Sam announced, pushing a bag towards Y/N. She carefully rooted through it and pulled out a stuffed hedgehog. “You got a hedgehog pillow at Ikea, remember?” he asked. “I thought you might like this to go with it.”

“It’s beautiful,” Y/N whispered, hugging it to her chest. “Does it have a name?” Sam shook his head. Y/N held it out in front of her in consideration. “How about...Spike?” she asked.

“Spike?” Clint scoffed. “For a hedg-ow!” He stopped as Nat jabbed an elbow into his side.

“It’s perfect, Y/N,” Nat said, sending daggers Clint’s way. “It fits perfectly.”

Y/N nodded in satisfaction and hugged Spike into her chest.

“Open mine next!” Tony said, pointing to a small box.

Y/N tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box to reveal a key card. She held it up and tried not to look too confused at the odd present.

“That’s a key card for a room in the Tower,” Tony explained. “Specifically, your room. It’s on the same floor as Barnes, and you can decorate it however you want.”

“Seriously?!” Y/N asked, her mouth gaping open. “I have a room here?”

“As much as I love torturing Tin Man, I figured he didn’t need to sleep on the couch every time you slept over,” Tony replied.

“Wow, this is...is this okay with you guys?” Y/N asked, turning to Poe and Finn. They both nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah, sweetheart!” Finn replied. “Tony asked us first, and we think it’s a great idea.”

Satisfied with their answer, Y/N lept up and gave Tony a hug. “Thank you!” she mumbled into his shoulder.

“Anytime, kiddo,” Tony said.

Steve cleared his throat, and Y/N turned to face him.

“This one’s from me,” he said, handing her a box. Y/N tore the paper off and pulled out a large collage picture frame. Steve filled it with various pictures of him, Y/N, and the other Avengers. The words “Friends Forever” was embossed in a fancy cursive at the bottom of the frame.

Y/N carefully traced each picture and smiled at the memories. Steve and Y/N at the top of the Ferris Wheel at Coney Island. Nat and Y/N getting manicures at the spa. Tony and Y/N battling it out on the Wii. Everywhere Y/N looked, she saw happiness. Her happiness, to be exact. It had been so long since she had seen any pictures of herself, and this was a girl she could get used to.

“Steve,” she said, choking back tears, “I love it.” She stood up and Steve met her halfway in a hug.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he whispered.

Poe clapped his hands and jumped up. “Okay, last but not least!” He jogged out of the room and came back in wheeling a suitcase wrapped in sparkling blue paper.

“What the heck?” Y/N giggled.

“Just open it,” Finn insisted.

Y/N kept giggling as she pulled off the paper. The suitcase was a sleek navy blue, and Y/N spun it around to admire it.

“This is like the Ferrari of suitcases,” she said, running her hands down the fabric. “Thank you!”

“Open it up,” Poe suggested. Finn gripped his husband’s hand nervously as Y/N tipped the suitcase on its side and unzipped the main compartment. A pair of Mickey ears sat inside, and she carefully held them up. She gasped and looked up at Poe and Finn with excitement.

“We’re going to Disney World?!” she shouted.

“We leave next week!” Poe exclaimed.

Y/N yelped and ran over to tackle them in a hug. She sat back down and stared at her hat adoringly.

“What does the back say?” Bucky prodded.

Turning the ears around, she ran her fingers along the the silver stitching on the back.

“Y/N Dameron,” she read. She furrowed her brows, looked up at Finn and Poe and looked down again. “Dameron?” she asked. “I don’t...I’m not...I don’t understand.”

“There’s still more,” Finn urged, pointing inside the case.

Y/N rifled through the tissue paper and picked up a picture frame.

“This certificate shows,” Y/N read aloud, “that on this day of October 14th, Y/N L/N became a permanent member of the Dameron family.” She stopped and gasped. “Are you...am I…?” she stuttered.

“There’s one more,” Poe said, clutching Finn’s hand tightly.

Y/N moved the frame and took out a manila envelope. Opening it, she bit her lip and tried not to cry as she read the document title.

“Adoption papers?” she whispered. “For real?” Once the first few tears escaped down her cheeks, she couldn’t stop.

Poe and Finn both stood up and knelt down next to her.

“We love you so much,” Poe said, resting his hands on her shoulders.

“We would be honored for you to be our daughter,” Finn added, wiping away her tears. “Officially, anyway,” he laughed. “We’ve thought of you as ours from day one.”

Y/N couldn’t speak as she continued to cry, but she nodded her head vigorously, and wrapped her arms around Poe and Finn, hugging them tight. The other Avengers smiled and wiped away their own tears as Nat recorded everything.

“We love you,” Finn said, squeezing her one more time.

“I love you too,” Y/N replied. “This is amazing. Thank you so much.”

Poe cleared his throat and looked at Bucky. “Hey sweetheart, Bucky’s present is in the front pocket. Why don’t you open it?”

Bucky gulped as Y/N pulled out a box from the small pocket in the front of the suitcase. She opened it and found a charm bracelet inside. Holding it up, she examined the two charms that swung gently from the silver band.

“Is that a cookie?” she asked. Bucky smiled and nodded. “That’s so awesome!” she exclaimed.

“A cookie?” Steve whispered to Nat. “I don’t get it.”

“Shhh!” Nat hissed. “She’s looking at the other one!”

Y/N placed the second charm on her palm. It was a small heart with delicate filigree designs all along the outside. Two words were inscribed in the middle of the heart.

“Goddaughter?” she asked, looking at Bucky in awe. “You want to be my godfather?”

“If you’ll let me,” he replied. “Poe and Finn asked me last week, but I wanted it to be your decision.”

Y/N was silent and stared down at the charms again. Her chin trembled as her emotions overwhelmed her again, and Bucky was terrified he pushed her too far.

“Y/N?” Finn asked, gently.

She finally looked up, her eyes swimming with tears again. “I would really love to be your goddaughter, Bucky,” she announced, her voice cracking. She wiped at her eyes. “Oh come on, I just stopped crying too!”

Everyone chuckled as Y/N and Bucky embraced in a hug.

“Pictures!” Nat called. “We need pictures of the new family!”

Poe and Finn posed with Y/N first, and then Bucky joined in. Their eyes were red, and their cheeks were blotchy from crying. But what really stood out were their smiles. They all grinned from ear to ear, and their eyes sparkled. Their joy shone through as Nat snapped picture after picture.

It was by far the best birthday ever.

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