Five times kisses, Carla and Amy (or if you just wanna do a kiss a ship. Whatever works.)
[ from my favorite kiss prompt. ]
i. Carla may appear more tomboyish and brutish, too brutish to be gentle, but you'd be surprised how feminine she could be at times. Like how she likes to paint her fingernails in bright colors. Even pink. Or how she likes to put her hair up, and sometimes look pretty when she could... even with motorcycle engine oil under her fingernails. It had always been for herself -- she never really worried about looking pretty for some man, or woman. But ay guey... the moment Amy's hand fisted on the collar of her top and yanked her down for a kiss -- their first kiss, Carla did wish she looked better or at least had the chance to take a nice shower earlier. Eyes widened in shock at first, her grip on the mace slackening just a little to the point she would've dropped it if she didn't already have it propped against the ground. Eyes fluttered shut then as she tried to not think about how fast and hard her heart was pounding, how different it was from the adrenaline she gets high on when slaying zombos. How it made that weird fluttering sensation in her chest happen, too. Before she knew it, she's pressing back into the kiss with a smile.
A smile that turned a tad crooked when the kiss was broken, and light brown eyes gazed at Amy- a flicker of mischievous mirth dancing in them. "Ay, if I had known pulling insane stunts does it for ya... I coulda done more sooner." Then she smirked at the exasperated glare from Amy. Heart still fluttering at the fondness Carla clearly saw in the glare.
ii. Nevermind how gentle Carla was being again, and don't mind how terribly contrasting her seriousness was in this moment-- she DIDN'T want to wake Amy up. The woman looked so peaceful when Amy finally got some sleep, but she knew they couldn't stay there. The little apartment on the top floor could only remain untouched for... yeah, not long. She could hear them getting closer by the gradual increase in their animalistic growling and grunting. Lifting a hand, that was surprisingly clean, thanks to the bottled waters they found in the apartment to wash their hands with -- Carla gently brushed a stray hair from Amy's face and leaned down to brush her lips over the pair of lips she had come to adore. Because they were so soft. Because they made her feel things that no one else could. It was just a chaste kiss, really. But it still held the spark.
"Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, chica. But I think we've overstayed our welcome." She murmured apologetically when Amy did wake up, eyes fluttering an for a moment her heart stopped. How is it that Amy looked so pretty when she wakes up? Just her, maybe?
iii. "Amy!! Amy!! Snap out of it!" For the the first time, probably in her entire life, there was genuine panic in Carla's voice. They're all dead, most definitely DEADER than they already were to begin with. There's just bits of bones, flesh, muscle and copious blood everywhere. It probably smelled godawful in there, worse than sulfur -- all those dead bodies that had been piled up and rotting away. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was the other woman ahead of her, eyes glazed over and distant. Amy was panting hard, pretty fucking hard and Carla could still hear the growling from her. It was never gonna sit right with her, tapping into the 'new ability' they were apparently gifted when it felt more like a curse. It's only worse when she witnesses Amy going through it when they ran out of options to fight back. The clatter of her mace she had thrown to the ground was a mere echo in her own ears as she surged forward and her trembling hands grabbed the sides of Amy's face. Urging the other woman to look at her.
"You're okay... come back to me. Don't listen to it. Just come back to me--" Yes, that was desperation in her tone intensifying with the last words. Making one of her latest fears prevalent. Without another thought, she crushed their lips together into this fierce and desperate kiss. The blood that was splattered all over Amy's face didn't even matter either.
iv. Her ears were ringing. Irritatingly loud. Fuck, here's hoping she doesn't end up with a concussion. Though it was doubtful she would -- considering her past occupation as a motorcycle stuntwoman. But damn, that was quite the fall. Well, not exactly a fall-- but more like being TACKLED through the second floor window by a ferocious zombo and landing on top of a car. Not blaming them anyway, she did provoke them on purpose to get it's attention off Amy and the others. She's just lucky that one of them managed to kill it before it could do anything to the dazed woman. She tried opening her eyes but her vision had spun so hard she needed to shut them again and groaned. She could hear them talking... the other slayers that were huddled around her. One of them was mumbling about how lucky she was, one other saying how fucking insane she is and maybe something about how her recklessness was gonna get her ass dead one of these days. One was genuinely concerned.
But none of the voices belonged to Amy. And that's perfectly okay. Because all she needed was the kiss to her forehead from the said woman, before she was asked in a soft murmur if she was okay. That's when Carla eventually opened her eyes, lifted her head and gave a weak smile with a thumbs up -- before she just dropped her head back down with another groan. Jacob's laugh did help a little, too.
v. "Thought you didn't do dancing?" Carla teased with a delighted smirk -- spinning Amy once before pulling the other woman back close to her. The eyeroll from the woman, despite the betrayal of the smile curling Amy's lips, pulled a chuckle from the slightly taller woman. The music playing wasn't all that loud, obviously. But it was enough for the occupants of Emma's mansion to enjoy themselves. No celebration or anything like that, there's nothing to celebrate. Consider it a distraction more like. Ryan had started it all, sheepishly talking about his stripper routine and how he'd enjoyed it for the dancing mainly -- before being mercilessly teased by Dani. Pretty sure it was Bruno who turned the music on though and that's alright. Carla could use a distraction somehow... and an excuse to be pressed close to Amy.
"Well, maybe that's because I didn't have a dance partner till now." Amy quipped at the same time she leaned up to meet Carla halfway into a soft, quick kiss. "Now, are you gonna be a gentlewoman and dip me already?" Another laugh from Carla as she did exactly just that and messed with Amy by pretending to nearly drop her, only to catch her again and pull her back up. Grinning as Amy smacked her arm.
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There's an up-and-coming Tech Giant, called Fenton Works, and Batman is determined to prove that the company is a front for a villain.
Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.
And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.
Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.
It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.
Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)
And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.
Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.
He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.
So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.
Danny's just thrilled for the chance to work with Wayne Enterprises.
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i love when words fit right. seize was always supposed to be that word, and so was jester. tuesday isn't quite right but thursday should be thursday, that's a good word for it. daisy has the perfect shape to it, almost like you're laughing when you say it; and tulip is correct most of the time. while keynote is fun to say, it's super wrong - i think they have to change the label for that one. but fox is spot-on.
most words are just, like, good enough, even if what they are describing is lovely. the night sky is a fine term for it but it isn't perfect the way november is the correct term for that month.
it's not just in english because in spanish the phrase eso si que es is correct, it should be that. sometimes other languages are also better than the english words, like how blue is sloped too far downwards but azul is perfect and hangs in the air like glitter. while butterfly is sweet, i think probably papillion is more correct, although for some butterflies féileacán is much better. year is fine but bliain is better. sometimes multiple languages got it right though, like how jueves and Πέμπτη are also the right names for thursday. maybe we as a species are just really good at naming thursdays.
and if we were really bored and had a moment and a picnic to split we could all sit down for a moment and sort out all the words that exist and find all the perfect words in every language. i would show you that while i like the word tree (it makes you smile to say it), i think arbor is correct. you could teach me from your language what words fit the right way, and that would be very exciting (exciting is not correct, it's just fine).
i think probably this is what was happening at the tower of babel, before the languages all got shifted across the world and smudged by the hand of god. by the way, hand isn't quite right, but i do like that the word god is only 3 letters, and that it is shaped like it is reflecting into itself, and that it kind of makes your mouth move into an echoing chapel when you cluck it. but the word god could also fit really well with a coathanger, and i can't explain that. i think donut has (weirdly) the same shape as a toothbrush, but we really got bagel right and i am really grateful for that.
grateful is close, but not like thunder. hopefully one day i am going to figure out how to shape the way i love my friends into a little ceramic (ceramic is very good, almost perfect) pot and when they hold it they can feel the weight of my care for them. they can put a plant in there. maybe a daisy.
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