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hug-kankri · 3 years

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I hope we can talk again..

*Note: In the beginning they are 7th graders.

『Pov Cronus Ampora』

You’re currently sitting in your local library, reading a book like the nerd you are. But someone is with you. A special someone that would make most people surprised that **you** a nerd has. That person is your delightful boyfriend, Kankri Vantas. He’s sitting next to you and holding your free hand that’s resting on the table while you continue to hold the book in your other hand. Keeping your head in the direction of the book you move your eyes to look at him. He’s just looking at his and your hand that are intertwined together and he looks so happy, blissful, and there’s a lot more adjectives that can explain how he looks right now. Oh gosh he’s so adorable you could kiss him. Wait no you can’t you’ll just screw it up again. Every time you try to kiss him you get all flustered and freeze up. One day, you’ll be able to kiss him without freezing up. Don’t lose hope me! You turn your focus on Kankri agai- wait what’s he doing!? You’re trying your best to not move your head to look at him then you hear a small kiss sound. He..he kissed your hand I- wait omg he’s looking at you! You quickly move your eyes in the direction of the book you’re “reading”. Oh god what do you do? Should I return the kiss? Wait I should it’s what a boyfriend would do in this type of situation..I think? You look at him and gently pulling your hand away from his so you can push up your glasses then kiss him, but while you do that he suddenly looks all sad and worried like he did something wrong. Now you feel bad. Better do this quick so he can stop looking so sad. You push up your glasses and turn to him. You quickly kiss him on the cheek and look back at your book. OMG YOU ACTUALLY KISSED HIM!!! Okay calm down and look cool. You move your eyes to look at him and ask “Yes? Do you need somefin?”. “I-I..uh...” he said. “Vwas that kiss to intimate for you? I’m sorry, I should have asked before hand.”. “N-n9! I mean..n9, n9t at all. Y9u just caught me 9ff guard.”. He’s blushing, it’s so cute. “That’s good to hear. I don’t vwant to make you uncomfortable.”. “W-well what are y9u reading?” he asks. “Vwell it’s about...actually I don’t know. I got distracted.”. “Cr9nus Amp9ra distracted? That’s certainly a first. What g9t y9u s9 distracted may I ask?”. You’ve watched rom coms, you can do this. “You”. I regret saying that. Why did I- wait he’s blushing again? “Cr9nus y9u’re s9 cute especially with that little flirty side.” he smiles and giggles. Never mind he found that cute! I bet I can say another one. “You know vwhat else is cute? You as vwell.” you smile at him. “I- thank y9u.” You nod and look at the time. “Oh vwe should get going.”. “It’s that late already? Time flys when y9u’re with s9me9ne y9u l9ve.” “Y-yeah.” you smile. Both of you get up from your seats and head for the exit while intertwining hands again.

『Timeskip to the front of Kankri’s house』

“I’ll see you on tomorrovw at school.”. “9f c9urse. See y9u t9m9rr9w.”. You turn to your right to start walking to your house, but then someone grabs your arm and pulls you down some then kisses your cheek. “I l♡ve y♡u! 6ye!!!” and he runs inside of his house and shuts the door. You hold your cheek and are blushing a lot. You start walking to your house with a smile on your face.

『Timeskip 2 years. It’s now we’re at their middle school graduation day(they graduate in 8th grade and they just had their graduation, so this happens after grad.)』

『Pov Kankri Vantas』

You just got home from getting ice cream with your father and little brother since you did just grade middle school. You go upstairs to your bedroom to take a shower. After that wonderful shower you sit on your bed and grab a pillow and hug it. You grab your phone and text your wonderful boyfriend.

♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡

You: Hi Cr9nus ^^

♡MEBF♡: Hey cutie pie! „;)

♡MEBF♡: Vwait ignore that emoticon. I’m sorry. That vwas wvery stupid of me.

You: It’s perfectly 9kay Cr9nus and y9u’re n9t stupid. I th9ught it was cute. c:

♡MEBF♡: Really..?

You: Yes! 9f c9urse I am. W9uld I lie?

♡MEBF♡: No, no you vwouldn’t.

♡MEBF♡: um..hey..

♡MEBF♡: Kan, I need to tell you something.

You: Mhm? There’s n9 need t9 6e scared/anxi9us a69ut. I’ll listen t9 whatever y9u have t9 say.

♡MEBF♡: Vwell for the vwhole summer me and my brother are going with our father for a business trip that is sadly happening ovwer the vwhole summer. I’m really sorry vwe aren’t going to able to hangout at all this summer.

9h. That’s rather very disapp9inting to hear, 6ut it’s alright. The 69th 9f y9u can always hang9ut next year since we are g9ing t9 the same high sch99l. We’ll get t9 see each 9ther everyday. Als9 this is a great 9pp9rtunity f9r y9u t9 hang 9ut with y9u’re little 6r9ther.

You: 9h it’s a6s9lutely alright Cr9nus. Y9u deserve t9 spend time with y9ur family. Plus we can hang9ut in and 9ut 9f sch99l t99 c:

♡MEBF♡: You’re right Kan. Still I’m sorry that vwe aren’t able to see each other this summer, but I promise the second I get back vwe’ll be together and for the next summer I’m staying vwith you no matter vwhat! ,,:D

You: Haha I can’t wait! c: and Cr9nus please d9 have fun. D9nt’t w9rry a69ut me. I’m alright with y9u g9ing. It’s n9t like y9u can c9ntr9l these types 9f things t9 happen.

♡MEBF♡: Oh god,,I lowve you so much Kanny. you hawve my heart. (“^▽^)っ♡

Thank you again for understanding and I can’t vwait until we get back from the trip. I just vwant you back in my arms. I hawve to go novw, vwe are about to leawve to go to the airport. Before you start asking wvhy im leaving at such an ungodly hour is because of my father. I’ll text you vwhen I get there! Here’s an until next time hug! (っ˘̩ᴗ˘̩)っ I lowve you tons, I’ll talk to you later my lowve.

You: ⊂(´∇｀)⊂ Hug! Aha y9u’re s9 cute. I can’t wait either and I h9pe Y9u have a safe trip my dear! 9f c9urse have fun as well! Try t9 get s9me rest while 9n the plane. It’s pretty late in the night! I l9ve y9u a l9t t99 and I’ll be awaiting y9ur messages! ('∀'●)♡ G99dnight h9ney.

『Fast forward to the last week of summer』

You are very excited about this week! You remember why correct? Well if you don’t remember this week Cronus is coming back from his father’s business trip! Oh you’re so excited to see him you could just cry. But there’s something that has been going on since about the beginning of summer vacation. Cronus slowly stopped messaging you. In the first month or so he’d text you everyday then slowly stopped texting you only to message you when you texted, but then he suddenly stopped messaging you all together. You’d still sent him ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ texts. But hey! He was probably busy and was having fun with his family and you wouldn’t want to get in between that. Oh look at the time! You’re supposed to go to the store to pick up something’s for your father. You grab your phone, keys, and wallet. Now you are really to go to the store.

『At the store』

You finally make it to the store and grab a basket. You take out your phone to find the list of things you need and start getting the things you need. You’re nearly done when you spot a familiar looking little boy. Eridan? Is that him? No way it is him! That means Cronus..!!! Wait why hasn’t he texted me yet? Oh who cares he’s back! You walk over to Eridan who seems to be alone standing in the check out line. “Hell9 Eridan. It’s w9nderful t9 see y9u! c:

h9w have y9u’ve 6een?”. The little boy freaks out for second and turns around to look at you. He then sighs when he realizes it’s just you. “Kankriiiiiii howw dare you sneak up on me?!?! >:(“ he says. You apologize and you both start talking about how the summer for the both of you went. “Say Eridan when did y9u and y9ur family get 6ack?”. “Oh wwe got back just this wweek. You didn’t knoww? Didn’t Cronus tell you?”. Now you’re confused. On the day Cronus left he promised to tell you the second he’s back and he didn’t...wait Kankri, he’s probably tired and has to unpack everything. Poor guy, it’s better if I don’t question him. “I was n9t made aware 9f this, 6ut that’s alright! I sh9uld get g9ing n9w. 6ye6ye Eri! Say Hi t9 y9ur dad and Cr9nus f9r me please!”. After he responds you leave the store heading back to your house.

『Fast forward to after dinner and shower』

You just finished showered and changing into your nice pjs. You go over to your bed which has a cute cat plush on top of it that Cronus got for you. Cronus is so adorable and nice. You’re so lucky to have him. You go turn off the lights and use your phones light to see your bed. You get to you bed and you get into it. You hug and snuggle the plush and you go to text Cronus.

___♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡___

You: Hi h9ney. I saw Eridan at the st9re t9day and he said y9u’re 6ack fr9m the trip. I’m sure y9u’re tired s9 I’ll just say this real quick. I h9pe y9u had a g99d time. I missed y9u a l9t and I’m s9 glad y9u are 6ack! c: N9w I say g99dnight my dear.

You charge your phone and turn it off. You hug the plush once more and pull your blanket up more to cover more of you. You think about how excited you are to see him and that you’ll finally give him a kiss that he deserves. You’ve been per say shy about kissing on the lips, but you know what. You’re gonna try! You love him and he deserves it. After that thought you start to fall asleep.

♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡

♡MEBF♡ ᴿᴱᴬᴰ

『Fast forward half way into the school year』

He hasn’t texted or called you. You’ve seen him around school and he’s completely different. He has a new look, new friends, and new personality. He isn’t that same guy you knew before, but you’re absolutely sure he’s just busy. High school isn’t easy and plus he has all his new friends too! He’ll call or text soon you just know it! He wouldn’t lie to you. Especially he wouldn’t break a promise. He hates breaking promises. Gosh,,that’s another reason you love him. Oh shoot look at the time you must be going on to class!

『Fast forward (once again) to after school and it’s about 4:30』

You finish your homework even though you had the weekend to finish it all, but it’s not like you’re doing anything so let your weekend be free. Suddenly your phone starts ringing. You’re getting a call. You pick up your phone and look who’s calling..oh my god it’s him. You pick up immediately!

On call with ♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡

You: h-hi! Cr9nus I’ve missed y9u s9 s9 much!

♡MEBF♡: Hey chief. I’wve missed you too aha. Sorry for not texting ya or calling I’wve been busy.

You: 9h Cr9nus that’s 9kay! I c9mpletely understand. Besides that h9w have y9u’ve 6een? It’s 6een s9 l9ng since I’ve heard y9ur v9ice it seems surreal!

♡MEBF♡: aha yeah..I’wve been fine. I have some new pals and stuff...hey Kan I knovw vwe hawven’t been able to go on a date in a long time, but today is a day I’m free and I vwanted to ask if you vwanted to go on a date?

You: ......9h yes yes yes! :D I’d l9ve t9 g9 9n a date! 9h g9sh it’s 6e s9 l9ng,,

♡MEBF♡: haha yeah I knovw and thanks for expecting my date offer babe! I’ll pick you up at 7?

You: ,,,mhm!! 7 is perfect! I cant wait t9 see y9u then! I l♡ve y♡u!!!

♡MEBF♡: Okay, cool. I’ll see you then...love you too

You end the call and now you’re just freaking out, but in a good way of course. You’re going on a date with your boyfriend after so long! He also called you babe,,,switch makes your heart flutter. Now!!!! Time to get ready! You need to look your best! This is the first date after so so long! You head to your bathroom to shower.

『After Kankri finishes getting ready』

You look at yourself in the mirror. You think you look amazing. Your hair and outfit are nice. You look at your freckles the are all over your face. You wish you didn’t have them. People always make fun of you for them..wait Cronus loves them,,so maybe you should start loving them too. You leave your bathroom and go over to your nightstand to grab your phone. You look at the time and it’s 6:45. He should be here soon! You’re getting even more excited! You look out of the window to hopefully see if he came early, but then you got a phone a call. It’s Cronus. You pick up.

On call with ♡Magic Enthusiast BF♡

You: Hi Cr9. Are y9u alm9st here? c:

♡MEBF♡: Hey Kan. I’m not exactly there yet..or even on the vway..I’m so sorry but something important came up and I can’t get out it. I’m really sorry.

You: ........

♡MEBF♡: Kan..?....You there?

ᴬ ᵛᴼᴵᶜᴱ ᶜᴼᴹᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴮᴬᶜᴷᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ: ᴴᴱᵞ! ᶜᴿᴼᴺᵁˢ! ᴳᴱᵀ ᴵᴺˢᴵᴰᴱ! ᴵᵀˢ ᴾᴬᴿᵀᵞ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ!

You: ....yes I am..it’s..9kay..! Y9u d9 what y9u need t9 d9!...y9u have stuff t9 d9 and that’s 9kay. I’ll see y9u later?...

♡MEBF♡: uh huh vwhat? uh yea sure vwhatewver. I gotta go bye!

He hangs up on you. You’re currently frozen in place. You know what you heard. He’s at some party. You start crying hysterically throwing your phone onto your bed. You lean against the wall and slide down it. You have your hands over your eyes still crying your eyes out and your hands are resting on your knees. You can’t believe he lied..he broke a promise. You start to think over everything. Did he really love you back in 7th grade? Was that a lie too..was everything a huge lie?.....

“yeah..it was...I fell into his trap. I fell in l♡ve with him..”

#homestuck #cronkri #kankri vantas #cronus ampora #cronus x kankri #sadstuck #humanstuck

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greasermodi · 5 years

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he looks like tuna but ohhhh

oh my GOD that vwas a heart attack i did not need

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olfashionedloverboy · 5 years

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grease-the-ink reblogged your post and added:

“Aw now don’t be like that, name calling can hurt y'know. ‘Sides,” he brushed his hand over the stranger’s shoulder, dusting it off for him to then lean on it. “Ain’t no big sweat, hun. You seem pretty chill even though. Charming almost.”

Cronus can’t help it, he really can’t. He would if he could, but he can’t. There’s only so much he can take of a less experienced cock in the henhouse heavyhanding it like he’s throwing around a sledgehammer. He has to shift his weight a little to support some dude leaning all cozy like that, but that’s no big deal. Not polite, exactly, but no big deal when you aren’t really a boundaries type of person.

There’s an excited breathy sound in his throat before he speaks.

“Awv, buddy,” he says, eyebrows knitted together in a soft pout, left hand braced lightly against the flat of this big dude’s back. “I’m sorry, I vwas just kiddin around. I mean, like, you’vwe just got such cool vwibes comin off you. An, I mean--” He leans back into the guy a little, eyes wide and sparking with fascination. “You just seem....funny, yknowv? Like--this is vweird, I knowv--an not that vwe’vwe knowvn each other long, but I’d lovwe to hear your story? If you’d let me listen for a bit? Maybe coffee, vwherevwer you vwanna go?...”

“....is howv you should be goin about this convwersation if you vwanna get in someone’s pants, hah.” His mouth twitches wider and he pulls back a good foot or so, leaving Sleaze in a lurch. “‘Pretty chill’? ‘Almost’ charming? Dude you’vwe gotta polish that shit up, no one givwes a shit about half assed compliments. If you vwant some tail then you gotta put in the effort, come on man.” Ended with the hand on his back snaking down to goose him and then give a hard farewell slap--and good god this guy has no ass, this is so sad.

“Better luck next time though, kiddo! I believwe in you, moral support an all that. Lemme knowv if you need any more pointers? I got loads a them.” And that’s when Cronus finally lets himself laugh properly, wheezing each time and face crinkled up in genuine delight.

#grease-the-ink #ic #cronus i am goikng to t pose on you ampora

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orangeccreamsicles · 5 years

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Dirk: ==> update your BBF(best bro friend)

TT: It's so incredibly inconvenient that you're deleting. How am I supposed to tag you in horrible fashion choices and pro-arson-anti-establishment moodboards slash aesthetics? Actually send them to you, like some sort of mad man? How am I supposed to send you horrible anonymous messages meant to do nothing but make you question who the fuck has enough time on their hands to think of that shit? TT: And this? Body horror cw, but how can I possibly be sure you'll see this and understand it's for you? There's literally no possible way to be sure it'll reach you in any other form, even though I'm sending it to you directly right now. [TT] is sending the image(s) https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/526894347430527000/575448556949995543/SPOILER_tumblr_p4nd82yl6e1t5zyeuo1_1280.png ! TT: Actually, it's mostly just poor fashion choices and cat gifs that end up in your tag, but there's a good few aesthetic pieces sprinkled in for flavour. There's a neon "Cherry Bomb" sign in this funky ass font that's recent, if nothing else. An elaborate :ok_hand: prank, too.

CA: Sorry, bud. You knowv howv it is. CA:Actually, you don’t, because you’re still there. Tumblr sucks so much chute. Can’t stand it anymore. Plus, I’vwe been so busy vwith my actual life. CA: But you can alvways just spam random shit at me on here. Just like that! CA: That’s perfect. TT: Yeah, well, you know me. No life, and loving to suffer. That's the Strider aesthetic and brand. We're all about putting up with things for the sheer sake of it(slash spite) and literally nothing else. Surely you must have picked up on that just a little. CA: Hmm, maybe a little. CA: Howv you been? Sorry I havwen’t been around. [TT] is sending the link(s) https://orangeccreamsicles.tumblr.com/post/182819433708 https://orangeccreamsicles.tumblr.com/post/183585507085/daggers-drawn-audacityinblack ! TT: These two are also very important. What's your Tshirt size? TT: Not super fantastic, but you know. The world keeps turning, nobody's died yet. It's cool man, you've got irons in the fire, balls in the air, etc etc etc. CA: Uh, small. CA: Not super fantastic? You vwannaaaaaa. CA: Talk about that? TT: Hahah, twink. CA: Shut up. TT: Ehhhhhhhh. It's all boring interpersonal shit that I'm not sure is even resolved yet or not. I got magicked into a mermaid for a couple days a while ago, so that's something. TT: I'm not really. On speaking terms with Bo anymore, that's another one. CA: Oh. CA: Damn. I’m sorry, man. CA: VWhat happened?? TT: Did I ever mention that he and Sock are rails now? CA: VWhaaaaat. CA: You mentioned Sock has a moirail but I didn’t think it vwas him. CA: That’s. CA: VWeird. CA: I don’t see it. TT: I didn't either, LMAO! TT: But it happened, guess I wasn't really paying attention. Seemed like Bo'd been more distant for a bit but I thought that was my fault for not asking how he was doing or initiating shit more often. TT: Anyway. Turns out I'm a jealous piece of shit. I lashed out at Sock, said a lot of shit I very much regret, and now. TT: I'm pretty much positive Bo wants me dead. As in like, he's mentioned killing me. Which is a cool thing. Sock says he doesn't hate me flat out but the trust is gone. I have done an absolutely piss poor job of rekindling any kind of friendship there. CA: Tch. That guy. CA: Not gonna get into it. CA: I’m not gonna talk shit. Gonna be mature about this. TT: Hah. CA: I’m just really sorry. I knowv you liked him a lot. CA: Howv you liked him, I don’t knowv. But. TT: I liked him so much. TT: He was so straight up about shit. That's a problem I have for sure, everything's gotta be behind seventeen layers of irony, but he just said whatever without thinking. It got him in trouble a fair amount, maybe he tripped over his words, but he said it. And he was trying so hard to be good; to help his kids and his crew and himself, to recover from [redacted]. And he was nice. Not to everyone, I know, but TT: Hm. We are now over the line of things I can just let air out on their own. That particular train of thought is being halted at the station, please reschedule all flights. TT: It's cancellations and delays all across the board. CA: Mmhm. CA: No going back on it, huh. CA: Yeahh. It happens. CA: I knowv. It really sucks. CA: It sucks.. losing someone you really cared about. Like fucking up so bad you can nevwer evwer recovwer vwhat you had. CA: You knowv I knowv vwhat that’s like. TT: Ughhhhhhh. CA: I’m not good at making people feel better. CA: I’m a realist and I’m telling you like it is. TT: That's probably for the best. At least in this case. TT: He knows so much shit about me. I know a whole load about him. What do I do with it now? I can't just toss all that information aside. Does it mean anything? TT: I don't know how to word what I'm feeling. TT: I willingly gave him information about myself, which is something very few people including yourself get access to, and now that we're nothing, what is he going to do with it? I hate it when people know things about me but I let him and the reasoning is gone but he still knows. It's like he's got this chunk of me with him and vise versa that we can't give back and I don't know what the fuck to do with it now! Especially because I still like him, and I can see when he gets bad, but I can't do shit about it, even if he wanted me to. TT: And he sure as fuck doesn't want me to, because he wants me dead! TT: God, this is fucking gay. CA: I dunno vwhat to tell you. I really don’t. CA: The best you can hope for is. Uh.. CA: Somethingbadhappenstohimcausinghimtoforget. TT: Har har. CA: I vwish I vwas kidding. TT: I don't want anything bad to happen to him. TT: I want only good things to go his way and for him to be unbelievably, unabashedly happy because I'm fucking stupid and gay. TT: (Imagine me hitting my head on a desk and doing the verbal equivalent of a keysmash here.) CA: I’m imagining it. CA: I’m sorry, man.

#ooc #cherry8om8 #2cumlord m #wwickedspirits m #internalized homophobia #body horror #dudes being bros #guys being dudes #bros being gays #death m #feelings jams #ask to tag #hoping this works first try...

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carnivalsoration · 5 years

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Cronus Gets Tortured, and then Learns Some Stuff about Boundaries and Identity

I’m going to start all this off with an ooc description of things, because this gets pretty intense in bits. A tldr with added trigger warning, if you will.

Ringleader messages Cronus about being an insensitive prick regarding the ‘gutterblood rights’ post, then the conversation moves on to lusus death (a la, what was going on with Meulin at the time, though she’s not mentioned directly at all), how wasteful Alternia is, and then on to torture. During that talk, there’s a lot of mentions of parent/animal death, then referring to people as objects that can be disposed of, in an abstract sense, and then obviously, Harming and Killing people, for Fun and Dubious Amounts of Profit.

Ringleader convinces Cronus it would be no big deal to torture him for a bit, and doesn’t take no for an answer. (Manipulation, coercing, lack of respect for boundaries.) And then they meet up! Cronus is waterboarded, Ringleader is way lighter about it than he really should be, primarily in the confession he forces Cronus to make, and then they make out! Weird, but these two are who they are.

Cronus presses more, hoping for sex to happen. Ringleader says no. Cronus says ‘but whyyyy’ and Ringleader gets pissed about it. A conversation about consent and rape occurs, that leads into highblood standards, respect, and who Cronus wants to be and what he values.

This is a Very dense log, y'all, with a lotta intense stuff. Two kinda shitty people meeting, and one of them trying to make the other Less shitty, with some admittedly poor judgement. Overall, a Dubiously happy, or at least thought provoking, ending.

Anyway! If that sounds like you would enjoy reading it, read on! If not, you now know a general plot synopsis and can avoid reading it while still knowing all relevant details! If the chat log appeals to you but the roleplay itself doesn’t, you can read that too!

carnivalsoration honk

vwarlordvwanderlust hey there, babe!

carnivalsoration :o)

vwarlordvwanderlust vwhat's up?

carnivalsoration i will make out with you if you promise not to reblog that gutterblood pride post again.

vwarlordvwanderlust see, THIS is a bold and innovwativwe method more people should try.

carnivalsoration hahahahaha is that a yes

vwarlordvwanderlust you also could'vwe just asked. but too late, no take backs. hell yeah.

carnivalsoration hahahahahahahaha

vwarlordvwanderlust (also that's a joke. there are take backs. it's all just jokes. )

carnivalsoration good boy, thats a good ad on

vwarlordvwanderlust haha. i do my best.

carnivalsoration :o) i could explain why i don't want you to say it, if ya wanna hear it or you could guess, since i'm kinda curious

vwarlordvwanderlust i just figured it vwas annoying. you specified that particular post, and not the vword, is it the vword.

carnivalsoration it's the word and the implication it's. it's just the whole thing, brother the whole damn thing

vwarlordvwanderlust yeah? vwhat implication?

carnivalsoration for you this is an inconvenience for a bit. for other people, this is their life. you don't earn the right ta use that word by your glorified lowblood tourism

vwarlordvwanderlust huh.

> So he's not *that* Alternian. 🤔

carnivalsoration > Ooo motherfucker.

do ya get what i mean? you can't have pride about somethin that you're not even really a part of.

vwarlordvwanderlust it vwas a joke. but yeah for sure, OBVWIOUSLY.

carnivalsoration and what about it is funny? like, can you just explain it to me?

vwarlordvwanderlust it's okay to not get jokes.

carnivalsoration no, i wanna get it.

vwarlordvwanderlust it's just a dumb lowvblood thing people say, you knowv, that i'm saying, because i'm kinda a lowvblood, for nowv.

carnivalsoration huh. and that's... funny?

vwarlordvwanderlust > This is the worst thing that's ever happened.

i mean. it's just one of those things.

carnivalsoration aight.

vwarlordvwanderlust look they can't all be vwinners!!!!!!!!

carnivalsoration you reblogged it though, you thought it was pretty good

vwarlordvwanderlust vwe all havwe different tastes. anyvways.

carnivalsoration yeah. what would you do if ya lusus died?

vwarlordvwanderlust > Weird foreplay but okay. > Clowns.

be sad.

did you vwant a longer ansvwer, or did you just leavwe.

carnivalsoration oh, oops. i got distracted. but like. how much would it change your life

vwarlordvwanderlust a lot. but i mean. i'll need to leavwe him anyvways.

carnivalsoration fun fact. i killed my lusus

vwarlordvwanderlust oh. vwhy?

carnivalsoration cuz that was the tradition at the time. indigos wouldn't get orphaned before adulthood on the condition that when they became a subjug, they'd kill their lusus themselves. and so that's what happened. i hella slaughtered him. it was a mess hahaha

vwarlordvwanderlust haha. yeah.

carnivalsoration i'm just talkin at this point

vwarlordvwanderlust vwhy? i mean don't get me vwrong. i lovwe our talks.

carnivalsoration i just ponder things sometimes. i'm old, i got a lotta memories to peruse what's your alternia like?

vwarlordvwanderlust big question, chief. dunno howv to ansvwer that.

carnivalsoration how often do people murder their lusus

vwarlordvwanderlust i don't knowv. probably not a ton. seems like a vwaste.

carnivalsoration hahaha remember what i said the other night? alternia likes nothin quite so much as waste

vwarlordvwanderlust alternia is cutthroat and efficient. may not alvways be pretty, but hey. it gets the job done.

carnivalsoration hahahaha. wrong. healthcare that involves replacing limbs instead of mending. killin people for any old thing and raisin all new people, like i said. you coulda imprisoned them and got free labor. killin reproductive failures. because you can still make THEM work. that ain't efficiency.

vwarlordvwanderlust that's efficient! you don't need to deal vwith upkeep if you toss a thing in the garbage vwhen it breaks, same vwith people. mm.

carnivalsoration efficiency is using a tool as long as it's useful. killin other planets rather than enslaving them. using lowbloods as fodder in just the stupidest ways. you could have them maneuver big heavy things or control animals at the front line or whatever. also. mechanical limbs cost a lot in upkeep too, just as a bonus destroying rather than fixing is just a thing. it's all brute force casual sadism, gloating over enemies rather than just offin em. imagine all the hot babes that were offed cuz they broke an ankle. or cuz they were kinda stupid once or they puked killin somethin the first time, which is another way alternia wastes life. beaurocracy is a HUGE waste of time plus it makes ya wanna beat your brains out with the stack of paperwork ya have to do land and sea trolls in competition, which wastes highblood life on dumbass feuds underfeedin slaves and workin them to death way before their natural lifespan. food ain't that expensive

vwarlordvwanderlust evwery system has SOME flawvs.

carnivalsoration yeah, but alternia's is that it just loves waste it fuckin can't get enough of it fuck, i tortured and killed thousands of people when i coulda tortured them and then put them to work .... probably hundreds of thousands.... i wonder if i broke a million

vwarlordvwanderlust vwell. i assumed that vwas, you knowv. pleasure, not business. but vwe all havwe flavws.

carnivalsoration oh, it's both. the fact i did it for fun doesn't change the fact i was definitely expected to do it

vwarlordvwanderlust vwell the system gets stuff done.

carnivalsoration oh, the number of troll screams i heard... the number of crimes confessed.... so many confessed to crimes that we found out they didn't even commit! just to make the agony stop

vwarlordvwanderlust the probability of false confessions is actually ovwerplayed by certain rebellious type groups, it's still mostly good intel.

> You should know, you consume imperial propaganda religiously!

carnivalsoration .... i .......... i tortured them myself all the time three a night, at least for centuries there is a LOT of false confessions a LOT of time wasted researching the falsities

vwarlordvwanderlust is it most of them?

carnivalsoration oh yeah. like 70% of the info you get from any one person is likely to be false. sometimes more, sometimes less, and about 90% of the time, the truths they do tell aren't worth your time to even pursue

vwarlordvwanderlust so vwe need to be more selectivwe in vwho vwe torture and vwhat vwe ask.

> Bold of you to say we, there.

carnivalsoration i'm kinda curious where you got the info about how false confessions are overplayed OH SHIT. I SHOULD HELP YOU GET USED TO TORTURE SOUNDS

vwarlordvwanderlust okay the tone of those tvwo messages is vwildly different.

carnivalsoration i just get excited sometimes

vwarlordvwanderlust it's pretty common knowvledge used to counter rebel propaganda. the real number is like 1%. ...here, i mean. i'm not accusing you of lying. hey, maybe our timelines are different.

carnivalsoration hey, if you're so sure, i bet i could do non-destructive torture on you and get you to confess to something that isn't true.

vwarlordvwanderlust that sounds bad and not fun!

carnivalsoration one hour. it isn't even that long. plus imagine how impressed people would be to know you can withstand torture

vwarlordvwanderlust > You start typing: "okay this is vwhy evweryone assumed you're a serial k" > Hm. That last one is a good message, though.

you don't think i can.

carnivalsoration i don't think you can

vwarlordvwanderlust you're the expert, i guess.

> God it would be so fucking impressive though.

carnivalsoration but i don't know for sure, since timeline differences. i don't wanna spread false information, specially if it helps rebels

vwarlordvwanderlust > GOD THAT'S SUCH A GOOD POINT.

okay but it's gotta vwait six nights.

carnivalsoration how come?

vwarlordvwanderlust not because i'm putting it off or anything, because i'm in a rustie body.

carnivalsoration why does that matter? the people most frequently tortured are lowbloods and i did say i wouldn't damage you. no knives, no electricity, nothin

vwarlordvwanderlust huh. yeah, i guess so. vwhat'll you do?

carnivalsoration waterboard

vwarlordvwanderlust so not to be ovwerly critical but like.

are you going to cause BRAIN DAMAGE. this seems vwild.

carnivalsoration i'm an expert, would i cause brain damage in one of my friends just for kicks? look up how long the average rustblood can hold their breath. gimme that long. not even an hour, just a little bit

vwarlordvwanderlust one to tvwo minutes... vwe'll say tvwo. or three or vwhatevwer idc. you think this is THAT bad???

carnivalsoration yeah

vwarlordvwanderlust > If this guy ends up torturing you to death, even the like one person who'd care, wouldn't care after reading this conversation. This would be a dumb fucking decision. This is so stupid, you'd absolutely regret this, there's only one answer you could plausibly give.

yeah, okay.

carnivalsoration aight. i'll give ya new coordinates

vwarlordvwanderlust not gonna be a cool outdoorsy forest vwibe for this torture sesh? hahaha

carnivalsoration we could move it to inside in my block and then make out

vwarlordvwanderlust nice!

carnivalsoration right?? you get tortured, come out fine, and then get to make out. what a fuckin nice night, right?

vwarlordvwanderlust okay it's not the night you think vwill happen though. you're just humoring me. but you're vwrong, so

carnivalsoration i'll make out with you either way

vwarlordvwanderlust it vwon't come up, haha.

carnivalsoration :o* [coords.txt]

vwarlordvwanderlust > Swoon.

😘❗

vwait.

carnivalsoration :o?

vwarlordvwanderlust okay no this isn't me pussying out i promise it's just. my transportalizer pass is for like. me. so is my id. saness and mituna and people just like. got here, though.

carnivalsoration mmmm. aight, what's ya coords? also tell me where a big bathtub is

vwarlordvwanderlust okay, sorry to be all annoying. oh uh. okay yeah.

carnivalsoration chill out, i ain't fussed

vwarlordvwanderlust > This is rough, on account of, you know. Being kicked out of your hive. But it's probably best not to do it there anyways, so off you go, trespassing on abandoned properties to scope out the bathrooms. Eventually you find something good enough, fairly recently vacated, and send coordinates.

> This is going to be cool.

carnivalsoration > Fucking Arrive! You are trying not to be too excited about being able to torture someone, but you're still pretty hype. You have all the things you'll need. Plenty of water to waste, a cloth to wrap around his face, your recording app open on your phone to record when he isn't looking.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You're only about as nervous as you were before you went hunting (and that turned out so great).

> You grin and wave. This time, you lack any purple in your outfit, and your eyes are red, and you don't have fins, but you look basically the same.

"Hey there, doll. Howv's it going?"

> It's not stalling if it's just a little bit.

carnivalsoration "Pretty damn good so far. You aight gettin your clothes wet, or should we take em off?" You raise eyebrows at him a few times. Waggle.

> Don't be too eager, Makara.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You pull on your shirt, thinking about no just kidding it's always good to take off your shirt. You're vulnerable enough without taking off your pants, though.

"This alright vwith you, doll?"

> You can eyebrow waggle with the best of them. Hitting on people is good.

carnivalsoration > Touch a tit. "Nice." Hitting on people Is good.

> You pull out a scrap of fabric and smile. "Lemme blindfold ya, brother." You're thinking about things that are ridiculous enough that it'll make it funny to confess to but that he won't be offended about later.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Nice.

> See, the thing is that this is such a good and valid sexy scenario if you forget about the torture that's definitely going to happen.

"Sure, yeah."

> You cooperate with a nervous laugh.

carnivalsoration > Blindfold: On. You make sure to adjust it just right, so he can't see you. "I'm going to lead you to the tub now," you say, softly.

> And you do, gently, and telling him to mind the ledge. All you really need is a drain. And water, of course. But you've got that.

vwarlordvwanderlust "Gotcha."

> It's surprisingly disorienting, being led around a fairly unfamiliar environment blindfolded, even for such a short distance. You're already feeling a little nervous about this.

> Maybe the professional torture guy who got people to say stuff that went against their own interests knows what he's talking about with regards to torture?

> But maybe you're just an unstoppable badass. Probably that second one.

carnivalsoration > You lead him in and direct him to lay down. You're very calm and reassuring.

> And then you try to place your camera on a ledge so it peers down at Cronus, get in the tub on top of him to pin him down. You'll try to grab his wrists, place them above his head, grab them with one hand. And one of his horns too. You'll narrate your actions the whole time.

> Damn, indigos are strong when you're a rustblood, him actually resisting you is a bit like him resisting really fleshy iron.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You cooperate, maybe metaphorically dragging your heels a bit, but, oh, no you aren't, fuck this dude is strong.

> FUCK this would be hot if it wasn't for this.

> You're a little wiggly, but not like you're necessarily trying to get away (not that you could), more like you keep wanting to look around.

> It's a lot harder to keep your face casual without the reminder of eye contact, for some reason.

> It's just a couple of minutes, though! It's fine! You Have Never Been Calmer.

> (It'd be really funny if your light hyperventilating made you pass out before he did anything. Funny for some people, at least.)

carnivalsoration > Oh how fucking precious that is. He's so cute, and he doesn't even verbally object. Plausible deniability!

> You grin a little bit where he can't see. "Your three minutes starts now."

> You pull out a gallon jug of water from your dex and start pouring it over his nose and mouth. It looks so ridiculous for being as effective as it is, considering it quickly starts to feel like he's barely keeping his head above water.

"Cronus, did you make me a cookie?" You ask down sternly at him. Not loud, not aggressive per se, but definitely authoritarian.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Blblbr?!?

> Okay this is bad actually.

> You thrash a little, reflexively, but don't get far. You try to shake your head but, uh, can't.

"No--?"

> Boy the water sure just keeps happening. It's a good thing your body inherited reflexes to not breathe water, or this would have been over very fast, since you'd already be coughing it up onto the floor.

> This is a really bad thing but it's not for very long. It's fine!

> The nice thing about being tortured is you're too distracted to worry about keeping a straight face.

> The bad thing about being tortured is all the other stuff. :(

carnivalsoration > Oh, hey, he didn't immediately submit. That's fine. Patience is all you need. The water keeps up in a steady stream. "You did, didn't you. Don't lie to me, you did make me a cookie. Didn't you?!"

> A forceful tone of voice and persistence is all you need. Soon he'll be too disoriented to do much more than choke and agree with you.

vwarlordvwanderlust ==> Cronus: choke and agree with him.

> This was a terrible idea!

> (Wow, Cronus, if only there was any way of knowing that.)

> Your panicked failing gets a little more forceful, but not any more effective.

"Stop, yes--"

> You're dying, he's killing you, you're going to drown here and nobody will ever know what happened.

carnivalsoration "And just what happened to that cookie, Cronus?" You accuse. "Did you fucking eated it??" Oh messiahs bless, saying that with a straight face is so funny. So hard.

"Don't you dare fucking lie, did you Eated my Cookie?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > You already said yes! You really will definitely die at his hands. AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA

"Yes, I did, stop,"

> Your lungs don't feel right, but you don't know if there's actually water in there or if you're just freaking the fuck out without haviing gills, so it feels different.

> Glub glub,

> When you get back in your right mind, you'll be mad. This is the dumbest thing imaginable

carnivalsoration > Okay, now to get to the aftercare portion so no one thinks you're evil or whatever.

> You stop pouring water, captchalogue the jug, and get out of the tub. Then you help him sit up, lean forward. "Alright, now. Cough. Get it all outta ya."

> ..... Grab your phone. Fuck you hope that recorded the right angle.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Water, water everywhere, the last thing you're ever going to feel is water-- no water.

> You're shivering, and coughing weird-- you don't know enough about this to know if it's normal for torture weird, though.

> When he gets you into a better position, you cough up a little more water than might be expected for someone else who this happened to. Probably you just tried to breathe a little more than most people.

> When you're a little less full of water, you go for the blindfold, if he hasn't taken care of it already. Seeing is good.

carnivalsoration > Oh shit blindfold, better hide the phone! Captchaloguing is so convenient for slight of hand stuff.

> you help him with the blindfold, very helpfully, with no ulterior motives whatsoever, and then give him a little pat on the back.

"You did pretty well! Didn't beg, don't think you cried. Still definitely confessed though."

vwarlordvwanderlust > You're tearing up a little bit now, but it's probably just the coughing, because you don't feel anything about this. It's basically no big deal.

> You glare at him, looking about as threatening as a half drowned kitten.

"You tried to kill me!"

> You sound vaguely hysterical.

carnivalsoration "Nope, you weren't even close to death. If i had tried to kill you, i got a billion other different ways to do it and there'd be no try about it."

> Pat him a little more. Its okay dear Cronus, it's all okay.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Rub at your eyes with one hand and try to take deep breaths, the way you were taught to instruct a charge to do if they flipped out.

> If you actually thought it was an attempt on your life, you'd be running, for all the good it'd do you. You still think it got closer than he's saying, but.

"I'vwe gotta stop givwing myself chances to look like an idiot in front of you."

> You sound calmer, but not, you know. Calm.

carnivalsoration > You laugh a bit, waggle your brows. "I like idiots, if that helps." It probably won't. "Anyway, my respect for people ain't based on the sorta thing that you seem so down on yourself about, so you're basically in the clear on that front."

> Not on several other things, but what can ya do. If you're ringleader, try to be nice anyway.

vwarlordvwanderlust > 'You didn't look like an idiot, Cronus', would have been the correct response, but he tried.

> Hhhhhhh.

> You haul yourself shakily out of the tub.

"Thanks, babe. Good looking out. Excellent. Appreciate it."

> You look at your hands, remembering the ineffectual struggling, and shiver. But in like, a cool and nonchalant way, totally.

"Man. Rusties are, uh. Vweak, huh?"

> Not that you could necessarily beat twelve feet of clown in an arm wrestling match normally, but still.

carnivalsoration > Oh good, he actually got that little bit of empathy you tried to make happen. Yes, he is weak as a rusty, and that's how they feel all the time!

"Yeah. Bones are more fragile too. Pretty nuts, ain't it? I barely even felt you struggling."

> How much can you hammer things home before you make it obvious? .... Let's give it a try.

"Browns and yellows ain't much better, ya know. They kinda have to do whatever we want em to, one on one, unless they got real good psionic control." Which means Mituna can't easily say no to what you do, Fuckwit. .... If only you could say those words out loud. Can't seem too sympathetic, though, you're supposed to be a mean Alternian who is being nice to him for some reason.

> Plus or minus some waterboarding.

vwarlordvwanderlust "Haha, better to be on the other side of that one, I'vwe gotta say."

> Lowbloods are weak and it's funny. Not that you sound all that amused right this particular instant, but you'll be back to normal soon enough.

"Not an especially controvwersial opinion, I knowv. Anyvways! That's good, I guess. Makes things easier to handle."

> Now you're into the fucking with your hair stage of emotional recovery, because it definitely got all messed up.

carnivalsoration > Hahaha yeah, better to be a coolblood, outnumbered a hundred to one. That's a good side to be on. Ha. Ha. Ha.

> You watch him fix his hair for several moments before you proceed to just. Fuck it up again. Ruffle ruffle ruffle.

"I won the bet. What do i get as a prize?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > Pout at him.

"C'mon, boss, vwhy you gotta be like that?"

> It's pretty fucking wild how this guy actually literally tortured you, admittedly at your request, but you're so willing to be his friend.

> You smile tentatively at the question, a far cry from your typical cocky smirk.

"I dunno, big guy. Vwhat do you vwant?"

> It COULD not be a come on, except that you kinda. Lick your lips and waggle your eyebrows. Just a little. A smidge. It's probably really casual.

carnivalsoration > You like teasing him, and you laugh when he pouts. "Ain't my fault you look cute with mussed hair."

> And then he licks his lips and waggles his brows in a way that reminds you of yourself, except that you like to go overboard with it like it's a joke so that people can brush it off without the whole thing being hella awkward.

> You chuckle a little more, tap his nose. "I'll save my spoils for another time, hmm? In the meantime, though."

> Bend over, pick him up by the ass, and just give him a big ol kiss on his lips.

vwarlordvwanderlust "Yeah, you really think it looks alright?"

> Preen. You're incredibly fucking vain, which is pretty obvious considering your everything about you, and you appreciate being called cute. Even if tough would be preferable.

> OH THIS IS A VERY GOOD THING!

> Kiss back with just a little more enthusiasm than technique, though it isn't like you're terrible. This is a good night. You should probably put your shirt back on eventually, but it's not a particularly high priority at the moment.

carnivalsoration > Oh, boi, you're always the teacher and the experienced one. Otherwise you might be annoyed to be in such a position yet again.

> .... Grope his ass, tho, check if its doin alright, and see how quick he is to learn how to make out good.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You relax into it before too long, less tongue aggression can only improve things.

> You're basically only alright.

> You nip at his lips with lowblood-dull teeth, and grin when he gropes you. You don't want to take your arms away from their position over his shoulders, or you'd return the favor.

> Nothing bad has ever happened to you and everything is great.

carnivalsoration > Oh, teeth always get a good reaction out of you, inexperienced or no. Son of a bitch, you didn't want him to actually have Power over you.

> .... Whatever.

> How long can you keep him entertained with just. A lot of making out.

vwarlordvwanderlust > :D

> Cronus Will Remember That.

> Who doesn't like teeth, though, really.

> Oh, so fucking long. For all that you claimed to be all about the orgasms earlier, you sure are happy to keep doing this!

carnivalsoration > You'll keep going for at least like five minutes. He's getting so into it, you half expect to feel something wiggling against your chest.

vwarlordvwanderlust > YOU'RE getting a little squirmy, but at least you're not an adolescent anymore, so nothing's happening downstairs. That he can feel, at least.

> ... This is really good but like. Maybe. You don't need both hands to hold yourself up.

> You try and reach for his crotch, but don't stop making out.

carnivalsoration > Your eyebrows actually raise at his bold move, and you pull away a couple so you can look at him. And look down at the reaching hand.

> Your bulge is Definitely not out.

"Lookin ta escalate, brother?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > You didn't think it would be, neither is yours, but this is how you get stuff to happen! You do it!

> You stare blankly at him.

"No, vwhy do you ask?"

> You may make some questionable "jokes" about lowbloods, but your deadpan delivery is pretty good.

carnivalsoration "Cuz I'm not!" You say, with a smile and a single fingergun.

> For quite a few reasons. One of which is that you're not really In The Mood. Another, you have to ask Saness for permission.

> But, most importantly, you want to hold that particular bit of encouragement for later.

vwarlordvwanderlust > ?????????????????????????

> You look a little crestfallen, but mostly baffled.

> Maybe being tortured and then crying about it and coughing up water at someone isn't overwhelmingly sexy.

> No, that's probably not it.

> You roll your eyes, but withdraw your hand, and prepare to go back to making out.

carnivalsoration > That's fine. You are gonna just make out a while and think ya thoughts.

> How long can he even go at this before he gets bored...

vwarlordvwanderlust > Not THAT long, as it turns out. A couple minutes later, you pull back.

"Okay but are you sure?"

carnivalsoration > Bitch.

"Would I say it if I wasn't sure?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Maybe?"

> Your wide eyed innocent look isn't nearly as cute as you'd like to think, especially when it's about wanting to get in someone's pants.

"I'm just making sure, you knowv, people can change their minds, and that's okay if you ask me."

carnivalsoration "If I want to fuck you, you'll know. Because I will tell you, and then I will do it."

> Your voice isn't so friendly now.

vwarlordvwanderlust > Jeez, some people are so touchy. You'd raise your hands in surrender, but you're still a little worried that he'll drop you.

"Yeah, got it, good to knowv! It's good to be clear on stuff."

> ...Hm. Are makeouts even really the mood anymore? Why do actions have consequences???

carnivalsoration > You sigh, roll your eyes. "If you say no, what the fuck do you expect people to do? Ask you again, just to make sure?"

> Time to put the boi down. Things aren't that fun and he ruined it by being a shitheel.

vwarlordvwanderlust > :(

> This sucks.

> You pout, and the whine in your voice is definitely really cool and adult.

"I mean, I vwouldn't expect it, necessarily, but I vwouldn't make it a big deal..."

carnivalsoration > How fiercely do you have to glare to give him the full picture of the disdain you have for that whine and those words? You give it a shot for fucking sure. That is a hell of a nasty look.

"You think I'm makin a big deal out of it? I could be so much more overt with my anger and annoyance, motherfucker, I could make a real big deal outta it. My body is mine, my consent is mine, and I can do with it as little or as much as I mother fuckin please, do you understand me?"

> You step up on him with that last little bit, to loom over him. You are not pleased.

vwarlordvwanderlust > HhhhhhhHHHHHHH MAN IT'S NOT AS SEXY THAT HE'S BIG ANYMORE ACTUALLY.

> Wilt under the weight of that glare+loom combo, abruptly stepping back, hands up appeasingly.

"Hey hey, yeah, I get it."

> What's that last part you always forget? Oh, right.

"Sorry!"

> God this bastard is scary. You just want him to like you, this shouldn't be so hard!

carnivalsoration "What do you get? Tell me the lesson you learned. Don't just repeat after me, tell me why what you just said was fucked up."

> you are still looming.

vwarlordvwanderlust "You'd vwin,"

> Not probably a particularly promising start, but goddamn, this sure is the guy who tortured you VERY RECENTLY, huh.

"I get it, you can do vwhatevwer you vwant, I got it, that one vwas my bad."

> You may be the seadweller, but he's still more experienced than you, and four fucking feet taller. You stumble back another step, grinning nervously.

carnivalsoration > Ooh this motherfucker

"That ain't the POINT," you growl. "Try again. I got faith you can get this lesson. It ain't about me, it's about you."

vwarlordvwanderlust > It's not like he's pursuing you, and you feel like if you keep backing up you'll hit wall, which would really not help with the feeling safe thing, so you stop. Even though he growls, and it's fucking terrifying.

"I vwas annoying and pushy? And shouldn't be?"

> Your rising inflection makes it clear that you're definitely guessing, but at least it's an educated guess.

carnivalsoration "There's more to it than annoying." But you seem a little satisfied by that answer. "There's a lot fuckin more to it. You were pushy. People don't like bein round pushy people who don't respect their decisions. And that's the fuckin problem. You didn't respect my decision."

> How do you really drill this into him, you wonder...

vwarlordvwanderlust > Now you're a little defensive.

"I respected your decision! Look, I'm not doing anything nowv, am I?"

> Everyone always assumes the worst of you just because of all the things you do and say, and the person who you are.

carnivalsoration > Your expression gets tight and angry before you sit on the edge of the tub and put your head in your hands for half a second.

"Cronus Ampora," you say, softly. "Have you ever met someone who's been raped?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > What's. Your head snaps up to look at him, and you flush maroon, suddenly angry and upset, but still nervous. Off balance.

"I didn't-- I don't-- that doesn't havwe ANYTHING to do vwith this!"

carnivalsoration "Why not? Haven't you heard about all the people who said no, and then said yes reluctantly because they felt there would be consequences after. Or because they were pressured? And then they got fucked. When they didn't want to be. Someone's hands defiled their body and someone's bulge made them hate themselves. Have you never heard of that?"

> You look at him with deadly seriousness.

"So. Tell me. Have you ever met someone. Who has been sexually violated?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "... No. I mean, not. I don't think that's. That doesn't *happen* here."

> That kind of... crime? It's probably a crime sometimes. But it's not a Beforan thing.

> That's one of those big scary Alternian things.

> You've never heard of anything with a yes involved being called rape, though.

> You fuck with your hair more, no longer meeting his gaze.

carnivalsoration > You reach over, grab him, tug him towards you to make sure he looks you in the eyes.

"It happens everywhere. Everywhere anyone wants to have power over anyone else, or everywhere anyone feels they don't have to pay attention to the wants of anyone else."

> You look at him for two long moments of silence.

"If you ever want to meet a rape victim, keep doing what you did there. You'll make one. Violence doesn't have to be bloody or involve kicking and screaming to happen. Don't let it happen while you're not paying attention."

vwarlordvwanderlust "That's not..."

> You trail off kind of weakly.

"I vwouldn't make people do any-- I vwouldn't make people do that."

> You are, in fact, processing what he's saying, but it doesn't really sound like it, maybe.

"I'm not-- I'm a good guy!"

> The looming sensation of realizing the consequences of your past actions threatens to encroach on your feelings, but you beat that shit back with a stick. This was a rough enough night already, he doesnt need to basically call you a terrible person.

> Your voice is small and tentative when you speak next.

"Isn't it like. Important. For highbloods to, uh. Take things. If they vwant them, and they're tough and can havwe them?"

> You sound like you're trying to remember something from class, not like you're actually making an argument.

carnivalsoration > You watch him, watch expressions flit over his face as you let your words sink in. His question is an important one to figure out how to answer, you can't just say whatever comes to mind.

> It's a few moments before you respond.

"Taking things from others because you have the ability to doesn't change that it's stealing. Fucking someone because you can doesn't automatically make it consentual on their part. Conquest for someone is still torture for someone else. You can't be a good person and a victorious person at the same time, if you hurt someone to get there. People don't like someone and fear someone at the same time."

> You look at him seriously. You can't treat him like a kid, you can't treat him like a dick who doesn't matter. He's an adult who can make his own choices, and they are choices that will define him.

"You choose who you want to be. What you want to do with your power. Every choice you make opens some doors and closes others. You have more doors you can go through than lowbloods do, but but inevitably, you will define yourself by your actions. And you will define the opinions others have of you by them, and by what you do with the choices you have and the results that come of them."

> You hope he's getting the full power of your words. You definitely phrase them like they're important.

"You can take whatever you get your hands on. But shit like 'respect', like 'fondness', like bein liked, cannot be taken by force. It cannot just happen. You put effort into it, into the thoughts of feelings of others. Fear is easy to win. Disgust is easy to win. Easy to keep. Trust is what's hard to win, hard to keep. And, to me, hard things are generally worth earning."

vwarlordvwanderlust > He had you going for a second there. A while, even. You were listening with rapt attention, wide eyed, but.

> As persuasive as he is, as smart as he seems, there's an obvious hole in his argument, and he can't have missed it.

"People lovwe and fear the empress. Evweryone does. She vwants it all and she takes it, and she has it! I'm not trying to put myself on her levwel, but she's the trollish ideal."

> God, but you want to be liked.

"Do you... really believwe all this stuff?"

> You don't know what his motivations would be if he didn't, but.

carnivalsoration > You nod gravely at his question. "I speak the truth I've discovered through pain and trials, and I mean every word of it. Now, I want you to tell me something, and I want you to be thinkin real hard about yourself and about all those people you hang with."

> You raise a wry eyebrow. "Do you, personally, love the empress? Like you do, say, yourself. Or your lusus. Do you think all of your friends do? Go through em one by one, in your mind, see if you can find one that you think might not. You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. But I want you to be true to yourself, at the very fuckin least."

> You'll let that sink in for a moment, while you watch him.

vwarlordvwanderlust > You think about Mituna, broken and shoved into a padded cage by her policies, and grimace. . Other examples filter up through your mind more gradually, but his is the most salient.

"Vwell... evweryone respects--"

> You think about the fact that he was even broken in the first place because he was protesting her policies, biting the jeweled hand that fed him. He got what was coming to him, though...

> Your mouth settles into a stubborn line

"...Evweryone SHOULD respect the empress, if they're decent. Right?"

> Making such a tentative, heavily conditional statement at all in an argument, let alone then asking for confirmation, should probably be a sign that you're not really feeling it.

carnivalsoration "What is the difference, I wonder, between respect of somethin dangerous, like not playin with fire, and respect of someone's opinions because you value their input and believe they would value yours."

> He's so stubborn and so panwashed by all that propaganda, but he's slowly coming to important realizations that will shape him. And you're proud of him for it, it's sure not an easy thing to do.

"Decency is subjective. You gotta ask yourself what you think is decent. Gotta come to the conclusion, yourself, what you value in a person. Convictions are personal. I want to know what yours are, when you think about what you value most in a person."

vwarlordvwanderlust "You don't need to believwe someone vwould vwalue your input to respect their opinions. Eridan doesn't givwe a shit about anything I say, but he's a good kid and he knowvs lots of stuff."

> Mmm. You feel weird about all this. It's another elaborate test, and you've failed every single one he's given you before it.

"Vwhy do you vwant to knowv?"

carnivalsoration "Oh, but tell me if that makes you less likely to have meaningful conversations with him. Like the one we're having right now."

> Feeling weird is a normal part of this process. It sucks though. You don't like it either.

> You give him a wry smile at his next little question.

"Because I want to respect you, for your own sake."

vwarlordvwanderlust "Sure, I guess."

> Not that that proves anything.

> Hm. You look at him, really look at him, trying to gauge his sincerity.

> You continue to suck at that. Fortunately, you just assume he's sincere.

"I guess... Loyalty. Passion. Honor. Ambition, and uh, success too. It doesn't matter if you don't succeed, haha. Bravwery. The usual?"

> You don't sound especially certain, but then, it's not a question you've had cause to think about much. Not explicitly, at least.

carnivalsoration "I don't wanna hear about the usual. The expected answers. Those are buzzwords, words everyone likes and likes to think about themself. I want to hear somethin that could be individual to you. You ain't everyone. You're you. You got your own shit to bring to the table and I wanna hear what Cronus Ampora, specifically, values."

vwarlordvwanderlust "I don't..."

> This is a Big Question. Him first.

"Vwhat vwould you say, someone asked you that?"

> You have literally no clue. Maybe his answer will be inspiring.

carnivalsoration "I value people who have conviction but are open to change. I value people who respect thoughts different than their own, and can learn from things they don't experience. I like people who will hear me talk about my gods and not dismiss everythin I say. I like people who are thoughtful about their enemies as well as their friends. I like people who get angry. And I like people who can control their anger. I respect people who have knowledge but don't assume they know everything. I respect people who have been through shit but still know not to apply what they know universally, without context. I like people who are different from me."

vwarlordvwanderlust > Well, at the very least, you sure get angry.

"Vwowv, that's. A lot."

> You jam your hands in your pockets and look to the side.

"I dunno. I just. Like people vwho like me."

> That's the dumbest and truest thing you've ever said.

carnivalsoration > Welp, that didn't Quite work.

"What makes you dislike people?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "I guess I don't like it vwhen people..."

> 'Are mean to me'. Shit. You need a different one.

> Kick at the ground. This is so complicated.

"It's obnoxious vwhen people don't care about anything at all. There's so much *stuff*, and some people can't be bothered to pay attention to any of it. This is vworse than the torture, because it's making me face howv boring I am. "

> (Just kidding, you won't actually face that for a good while yet.)

carnivalsoration > You hum, consider him. "You're not boring. Not really. You're just... Not finished. You're like an artist and your canvas. And you've got all your outlines set up, but there ain't any color yet."

> Better continue on before he gets offended, delicate little shit. "Still, that's important, that thing you just said. You don't like people who don't care. So it follows that you're drawn to people who do care. Does it matter, to you, what they care about?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > Rude.

> But yeah, it turns out dicking around on a guitar all night and fantasizing about killing aliens doesn't actually lead to much growth as a person.

"Yeah, passion, like I said."

> You think for a second.

"I guess... I mean, it's best if they care about shit that's interesting. I mean, I don't vwanna hear some nerd go on about model trains for hours. But I think caring about something enough to dedicate yourself to it is cool."

> You're kind of opening up again, even though this isn't exactly something you're used to talking about. You don't feel like you're on the edge of a wrong answer, though.

"Art, especially, though. Art is so..."

> Useful? Important? Nah. You fold back into yourself a little.

"It's neat, at least. I guess being interested in something practical is better."

carnivalsoration > You like that, like that he can see the value in giving a shit about things he doesn't care a lick about. Your expression has been steadily softening, and now you smile a little at his words. He's doing great. Keep going, Cronus.

> And then he says something a bit down again, a bit Alternian Standard, and you have to reach back for what he was so close to expressing. Something genuine about Himself.

"No, tell me more about art, brother. I wanna hear your thoughts. What excites you about art, about music?"

vwarlordvwanderlust > You laugh a little.

"You're biased because you're a clowvn, but yeah, sure."

> You fall back into the subject with little encouragement, seemingly forgetting that this is the Big Scary Alternian Mentor Guy.

"Art is... Good art, to clarify, because there's a lot of shit out there. But art is beautiful evwen vwhen it's ugly, because art is honest evwen vwhen it's fake. All art tells a truth about the artist, y'knowv?"

carnivalsoration "I do know. I like that about art, I like knowin about people through what they do and how they do it."

> You don't mind the clown stereotyping. Just this once. It's true enough anyway.

"And what do you think your art says about you?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Vwell, if you havwe to ask, it must not havwe been saying vwery vwell!"

> You take that in good humor, though.

"I guess my public stuff, the newv music, is mostly about me being cool and tough and a loyal citizen. But subject isn't the same as message... It probably mostly says howv self centered I am."

> Candor!

> You do talk a lot about yourself in your songs.

carnivalsoration > You laugh a bit as well. "Well, the message I get and the message you intend can be two separate things. Art is individual even to the observers of it. But I think that comes across pretty well."

> You think it comes across that he's lonely and desperate.

"What about your private stuff, then? The stuff where you are the artist and the intended audience?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Vwell, I mean, that stuff's privwate."

> So's your vent blog, but this guy has that too.

> You stare off into the middle distance, because it makes you look cool and deep.

"I guess it mostly just says that I'm sensitivwe. Major character flawv, but sometimes the babes lovwe it, so it's a mixed bag. It's all about heartbreak and abandonment or vwhatevwer."

carnivalsoration > Oh fuck. Oh fuck it's so hard to not laugh at him sometimes.

> You keep back the chuckles and feel glad that he's staring off into the distance like a nerd.

"So you feel abandoned? Misunderstood?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Sure, yeah. I mean, it's not like people stick around."

> For Some Reason.

"Nobody really gets me, and nobody really cares to try. I guess you do, and San."

carnivalsoration > .... And That's about all the focus you're willing to have with this conversation.

"Well, me and saness are gonna do our best. So. Ya know. Try not to make it too hard on us."

vwarlordvwanderlust "I'll do my best."

> Grin, setting aside your Dramatic Melancholy for later.

"I like you guys, you're great. Vweird, but hey, vwho isn't?"

carnivalsoration "Who knows. No one I wanna chill with."

> A few seconds of looking at him.

"Hey I got shit to do and I can't really do it in this busted up hive."

vwarlordvwanderlust "No, yeah, I vwas just about to ask if you vwere ready to dip."

> It's time for lots of introspection, followed by promptly discarding all the conclusions you come to that feel bad.

> This was. Something. Lots of things.

"Do you havwe your owvn vway back? San did."

carnivalsoration > You're not sure he actually was. You're just a little tired of dealing with a wiggler.

"Yeah," you motion to a bracer very similar to hers. "I'm pretty good on transport. Catch ya later?"

vwarlordvwanderlust "Seeya around, boss."

> Fingerguns and wink. God you're charming. Time to go.

carnivalsoration > You disappear! Bye bitch.

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violetbard · 5 years

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remember howv @posthelms showved up on dash for the first time, body struggling and clearly panvwashed and latching onto some stockholm issues vwith the empress that tortured him, saying stuff that a captor vwouldnt usually say about his old crewv, and you freaks decides that since he vwasnt spitting ovwer himself like your brand name mituna that he vwas clearly right in the head and shouldvwe knowvn howv to act better vwith no struggle as some of-choice empire apolgist?

vwas it because he vwasnt some attractivwe eye candy to match vwith literally not being able to stand on his owvn tvwo feet? did that equation not add up to being “accepting” through fucking coddling and patting his head like some beforan cull monitor? because ivwe seen yall pity vworse people.

god, vwhy is it vwithin this bundle of svweeps that evweryone starts acting like a bigger asshole than me all at once; vwhy? i mean, thanks i guess? its opening a third eye i nevwer knewv i had, but hey. vwhats to be expected by a bunch of innocent egos vwith a keyboard at their hypocritical typing stubs.

chumps.

#((im still tech on hiatus BUT helms is on and cronus got mad feelings again so yall get a brief appearence jsldkf))#posthelms #(cronus: grills and then vanishes again until needed))

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navitarex · 6 years

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god just... howv can one ampora be that monstrous he has clawvs longer than my entire hand its like someone vwas like ‘lets take a troll and turn him into a giant monster boyfriend’

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hskinfession · 6 years

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i arriwve vwith tvwo kinfessions, 1) I’m dirk and I threw my Hal into the ocean vwhen he got too much to handle emotionally? I’m not sure if i feel guilty about it and it vwas pretty therapeutic because he vwas basically me and i alvways vwanted to do that to myself so 2) god im cronus ampora and i feel so guilty just in general. i hate missing eridan because in most of my timelines he either abused me or killed me. i knovw that he lowved me regardless and that’s probably vwhat i miss abt him

#Homestuck #Homestuck Kin #Dirk Kin #Hal Kin #Cronus Ampora Kin #Eridan Kin #Last Name Unspecified #Rox Post #Abuse Ment #Death Ment

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fefsprites · 6 years

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yo can it be memory sharing hour because i hawve this great ass memory from one of my cronus timelines, i remember eridan vwas teaching me wviolin and i kept getting this one section of a song vwrong and he vwas like "NO you COWWARD like this" and he played the entire fiwve minute song perfectly and got really into it and he finished and Realized and he vwas really embarrassed i lowve him oh my god,

38DDD!!

T) (ats awesome omg!!

Memory s) (aring ) (our ) (as started again for anyone w) (o wants to send in more memorays~!

#memory sharing hour #mod feferi talks #Anonymous

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cryptidofthekeys · 6 years

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Schneeplestein x Tiny!Reader

You were wandering around the home of the SepticEgos, humming quietly to yourself as you surveyed the scene.

Anti was scaring Chase, all while getting scolded from Marvin. Robbie was sitting there, watching Jackieboy-Man, occasionally talking to him and having a very confused look on his face.

Angus and Shawn appeared to be arguing over god knows what, its best to stay out of they're way when they are arguing.

Bing (no, not Bingiplier sillies, Bingsepticeye-- cause the boy needs more attention tbh) was standing there, his arms folded behind his back as he watched over the others, he saw you and gave you a small wave.

You smiled, waving back to Bing, he was the main protector of the group, sure him and Anti haven't seen eye-to-eye but, nonetheless, Bing is the one who stops fights when they happen.

Just like now... Shawn threw a punch at Angus... Bing immediately rushed over and grabbed them both by the wrist [ Dear Users, it is not wise to engage in combat, acts of violence such as this is an extreme danger to your health. Cease this useless aggressive behavior and apologize to each other for whatever caused this. ]

Shawn and Angus sighed and nodded at Bing's words, its not wise to argue with a robot, especially not one like Bing.

You rolled your eyes, Shawn and Angus always had a few arguments here and there, nothing TOO serious, they always settled things in the end.

Finally, Schneeplestein... He was actually walking over towards you, you looked at him curiously, wondering what he wanted, he usually never came out of the lab, well besides for food and such. "(Y/N), I need your assistance, come vwith me."

You nodded at his words "Okay then." It beats being up there with all the noise, the lab was very quiet and peaceful, you followed him, sighing in relief when you got into the lab, finally some peace and quiet.

You looked to Schneeple and tilted your head "So, what did you need exactly doc?" You watched him walk over and grab a vile of some sort.

"I vwas vwondering if you vwould... erm, try zhis little... serum out. It's supposed to enhance ze body's immune system."

((Shhhh--yes, boost the body's immune system, best excuse-- no one would fall for that, he could literally just say 'hey, drink this' and it'd probably work better haha-- I didnt have anything else so improvising lol))

You blinked, looking a little concerned by this "Are there any bad side effects? Or anything harmful?" You had a skeptical look on your face now. "I dunno Schneeps... Couldn't you get Chase to do it?"

Schneeplestein sighed "Chase... izn't here at ze moment, I believe he vwent back to see his kids for awhile und ze last time I tried to azk za ozers fo' help ....Anti didn't vwant to. Marvin vwanted to enhance zis serum even more with hiz ''magic''... Jackie vwas scared, Robbie ...not much can be done zhere... Angus und Shawn? ....They'll probably try to punch me und Bing is technically a robot."

He did have a point... ...Well shit... You sighed "Fine... It... doesn't have to be in needle-form does it?" Schneeple shook his head, much to your relief "Vwell it can be done eizher vway, drinking it or needle."

"DRINK DRINK DRINK!" You quickly spoke, not wanting ANY part of the needle, at this, Schneeple nodded and gave you the vile. "Only drink half fo' now. Just to be on ze safe side of zings."

You nodded and looked at the serum, sighing, you braced for the taste of bitter and sour, quickly gulping down half of it, it actually tasted sweet in a way... Strange, afterwards, you gave him the vile back and looked over at him.

Schneeple curiously looked at you "Do you feel any....different?" ...A few moments passed, before suddenly, you fell to your knees and winced "Ugh... Well... t-that's new... S-Schneeple..." You looked up at him, concern written in your face.

Schneeple had a panicked look as he knelt by your side "(Y/N)? Vhat's wrong? Vhat do you feel?" He asked, panic lacing his tone.

You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut, you felt weird, really weird... A few more moments passed, you slowly opened your eyes.... Everything was now so bright, the lights almost hurt to look at and-- wait.... They seem a lot larger than last time... You blinked, then glanced over at Schneeple who wore a look of curiosity and yet worry.

Oh god... Schneeple was huge! He was way taller than previously, your instincts immediately took over and you sprinted for a place to hide, of course to no avail, Schneeple quickly scooped you up before you could get away.

"(Y/N)...! Calm down, its only me!..." He began whispering some soothing words in German, something about his tone made you instantly relax into his hand. You took some shaky breaths, glancing at your now gigantic surroundings...

"S-S-Schneeple... What.... What was in that serum? That.... That WASN'T anything normal! What did you do to me?!" You screamed, yelping however when you felt some shifting, you were then plopped down on the desk.

"Calm down! Liebling... I'm sorry, I didn't know somezing like ZIS vwould happen, I don't even know vhat could have caused zis. I thought I had created za perfect serum, one that could help everyone... So zhey vwouldn't get sick so easily. I guess all I done vwas create somezing zat can turn people teeny tiny."

You recognized Schneeple's tone, his voice, laced with defeat and failure, you sighed and looked at the giant doctor "...Schneeps... Your a great doctor, honestly... Not EVERYTHING can turn out right the first time around, maybe it'll take a bit but you'll perfect that serum eventually. Or maybe make something even better than that, your a great doctor! You've saved Chase and Jack a few times ya know."

Schneeple looked at you, smiling a little at those words, he gently scooped you up again and hugged you carefully "Zhank you liebe... Zat means a lot."

You hugged back, well, as best you could anyways "You know being tiny isn't all.... THAT bad.... It's... interesting to say the least..." you admitted, looking up at Schneeple.

"Really now? Vwell... To be honest, you do look razher... adorable, meine Kleine..." He had a blush on his face now, like he had blurted out something and was embarrassed by it.

You had heard him say liebe/liebling before, you knew what those meant but meine Kleine was a different story "What does that mean?"

Schneeplestein sighed "It means 'my little one'..." He mumbled out, which made you smile and giggle "Aww, that's cute. I like that nickname..." You had a red tint on your face.

Schneeple smiled, he then shook his head and had that serious look on his face "I vwonder if Marvin haz anyvway to turn you back to your normal size..." He stood up, holding you in hand carefully "Do you vwant to come vwith me?"

You bit your lip, realizing how loud it'd be now up there... You quickly shook your head "I'd rather not..." This made Schneeple nod and set you down on the desk "Alvright, I vwill be right back und please, don't stray to far from ze desk here..." He said with a stern tone which you giggled at.

"Yes sir" You then watched as he walked back upstairs, and then you sighed, sitting on the desk casually...

You heard the door slowly creak open from upstairs, you curiously looked over and you instantly froze when you saw Anti approaching... You quickly looked for a place to hide, noticing there was some books, you quickly dove behind them.

"Ńo̸w wh̛ere̕ the f͢uck ̨di҉d̨ t͡ha̸t͏ ͞do̶ct̡or̶ ͜pu̢t ͢i͠t҉..҉.͠.?̷" That glitchy, distorted and layered voice made you shiver, you curiously peeked from behind the books, wondering what he was talking about.

You watched him rummage through the doctor's things, not caring if he broke something or not, you glared at him but its not like you could stop him or anything... Not right now anyways.

You quickly ducked back into place when you saw him approach the desk, you then froze in terror, praying he didn't look behind the books... Unfortunately he did, he pushed the books aside, almost knocking you off along with them.

Your eyes widened and locked with Anti's, he blinked in disbelief then got a little too close for comfort "(̵Y/͜N͏)҉? Wh̶at̨ t͝h̵'̀ fùc̷k͞ ̛ar͜e ̕y͡a d͘o҉i̸n̛g̷ ̸'̷e͞re̢? An' ̨w͢h̴y̕ are ya͟ ͜so.̀...̸ smal̷l͞?͢"

You opened your mouth but all that came out was gibberish, you then began sprinting away, of course you didn't get very far before you were scooped up in the glitchy demon's iron fist.

Anti smirked and brought you closer to his face "̧Hey c̛'mon̵ ńow̧.̵.͟. I̴ts r͘ưde t̀' just͡ ͞u͟p n ̀ru͘n li͏kę t̡h͞a͡t͠.҉ I ͝as̵k͠e͏d̸ ͟ya ͟à s̛i̢mple q̶ùe҉s͝t̴io͢n͝,̨ s ͜h o ̧r͘ t͢ y~"

You struggled in his grasp and stared up into his black eyes "Let... Let me go Anti." You said shakily, now dealing with Anti was already difficult even at normal size but being tiny? This was going to be worser... Worser than ever.

Anti merely sneered, baring his sharp canines "̷Aww~ ́W̢hat͠'s ̢w͘ro̧ng ̸(Y͟/N)͜?̧ ́Y̨'̵ s ̨c̛ a ̛r̸ e̕ ͝d͞ ͜n͞o̴w?̢~"

You grumbled and glared at him "I'm s-serious Anti, this isn't f-funny... Put me down, or else..." You tried to sound threatening which was difficult.

Anti merely laughed and dangled you by your foot, which made you shriek in horror "O̸r͜ ȩls͜e ͢w h͏ ̡a̛ t?~ Whądd͝ya̛ '̵t̢iņk ͜y͡er ̛gu͜nna d͏o?̡~ ͟Huh? ́Ì d҉o̕n't '̴t̴i͘n̷k̸ y͝er̵ ͢in ̵A̶ N͢ Y͢ ͏p͏osit̢ion ͢t'͞ ͠b́e ţellin'͠ ͠me what͟ ̷t̸' ̴do͘ ̨rig̡h҉t ͜no͢w~̶"̸

You struggled against his grip, grumbling lowly "Why do you have to be such an ass?..." This just made Anti smirk and swing you, which of course made you scream.

"D͢o̢n't ͡b͡e͘ s̛o r͝ude~!̕ M̧' ͘ju͝s͝t͞ ͜ha̶v̧i̸n̵' sơm̀e͢ fųn̶~̢"̵ He cackled, his voice being way too loud for you to handle.

"ANTI, GET ZE FUCK AWAY FROM ZHEM!" You winced and covered your ears at Schneeple's yelling, but a sense of relief flooded over you to hear from him.

"Let (Y/N) go Anti... Don't make me get Bing down here... You know how he gets vwhen you mess vwith his users." Schneeplestein hissed lowly.

Anti rolled his eyes and plopped you down on the desk rather harshly, he simply grinned "͝I͡ ͡ẁas̕ ónly̢ ́h̴av̵i͠n͏'̀ so҉mę fu͠n̸~̕ ̡Ye̕r ҉a̛ll͢ ́b̕o̵r͡i͝ng͟ y̵a̶ ̵knơw̶ ̴tha̴t̴?̶"

Schneeple growled and pointed to the door "Get ze fuck out of here." Surprisingly, Anti listened for once and left.

Schneeplestein rushed over and gently scooped you up, sighing "I'm so sorry Schätzchen! I vwish zat door vwould have been locked..." He grumbled, looking over you for any bruises.

You looked at him and sighed "It wouldn't have done any good you know that, but don't worry Schneeps, he didn't ACTUALLY hurt me... He was just being an asshole."

Schneeps sighed "Vwell... Zat's good at least... I'm glad I got here vwhen I did." He glared up towards the door, making a mental note to give Anti a good scolding later ....Actually, he had something better in mind...

(( That'll be revealed in a lil bonus at the end~ ;) ))

You nodded at his words "So, did Marvin have any way to turn me back to normal size?" Part of you wanted to stay small actually... but the other part knew it would be very dangerous with the others around and how loud they were.

"Vwell, ja, he does but, he said he needed some time to study ze spell und get it vright." Schneeple finished, adjusting his glasses.

You nodded, you couldn't hide the smile on your face, you get to be tiny just for a little while longer "Well, at least he HAS a spell ....Let's just hope he doesn't mess it up" You shivered, remember a few spells he messed up before.

Schneeple cringed as well "True..." He didn't have much room to talk, Schneeple knows he's had his fair share of fuck-ups in the past, but he tried not to let that bother him.

You yawned slightly "I'm tired... Schneeps, do you have a bed down here?" You asked curiously, he practically lived in the lab anyways so it wouldn't be surprising if he had a bed down here.

((he doesn't just live in the lab/basement-area like some kinda hermit-person trust me, he's 50% in the lab and 50% outta the lab ...kinda-- just shh the man loves to work))

Schneeple nodded, of course he did.... He then walked over and plopped down on the bed with you in hand, he then placed you on his chest "To be honest meine liebe, I'm a bit tired myself."

You smiled up at him, laying down and then curling up on his chest, your smile grew when you felt his warm hand over you, it felt like a blanket... a really warm and comfy blanket.

You yawned again and closed your eyes, snuggling into Schneeple's chest "Sleep tight Schneeple.... ...Love you big guy."

Schneeple smiled and closed his eyes, for once he seemed to relax which was a rare sight, he usually overworked himself "Sweet dreams meine Kleine..."

You both drifted off into a peaceful dreamland, being tiny did have its perks, even if it was dangerous, you honestly didn't mind at this point if you stayed tiny or not... You could get used to giant doctor cuddles.

Bonus: Schneeple smirked upon seeing Bing and walked up to him "Bing, I need to tell you somezing"

This made the robot blink and turn to stare at Schneeple [ Yes User 3? ] Bing awaited, making weird beeping noises.

Schneeple leaned close to Bing and whispered "Anti was messing vwith (Y/N) earlier und zhey could have gotten hurt because of him... You may vwant to deal vwith him later~"

Bing made a loud beep noise and nodded, a glare suddenly appeared on his face [ Duly Noted dear User, I will see to it that he gets what he deserves ]

Schneeplestien chuckled and patted Bing on the back "Zank you very much Bing" Oh yes, this was perfect... Although, Schneeple wondered if he'd pay for it later, Anti could be vengeful... ....Nah. It was worth it.

((I wanted to add some lab-work n stuff but tbh I feel like Schneeple would be too hesitant and worried for your safety while working, after all he DEFINITELY doesn't want you hurt. And Bingoboy never gets hardly any attention, sure he's not really canon technically but I love Bingsepticeye-- heneedsSomeG/Taswell*COUGH*-- anyways @pizsospa here’s some Schneep G/T for ya IfeelLikeitsnotpacedasgoodasIwantedBUTohwellI’llgetpacingrightonedaylmao

#g/t fluff #g/t writing #g/t community #dr schneeplestein #antisepticeye #shawn flynn #angus the survival hunter #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy-man #robbie the zombie #bingsepticeye #I know some of them arent in it for long but shh-#jse community #My Story

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mollifiedpride · 7 years

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Hourglass thing x2

i sawv vwhere the souls end, nd it vwas not the best thin ta see vwhen youre sure youre about to pass on.

i vwas consumed by my pride, by my need ta make sure evwerythin vwas perfect to the point vwhere vwhen I vwhen ta GHB ta make him do his god damn job he decked me nd shattered my jawv bad enough that i can barely talk if at all.

#inquiries #Dissy's info #.

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vwanity · 6 years

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Late Day Conversations

vwamp.

vwell, tell me wvhen you're free? vwe can hang out and stuff.

rudefioh

1T WOULD BE MUCH S1MPLER FOR YOU TO TELL ME WHAT YOU'D L1KE, AND 1'LL MAKE T1ME FOR YOU D1RECTLY. MY SCHEDULE 1S NOT SO PRED1CTABLE, OR MALLEABLE! HOW MANY T1MES MUST 1 TELL YOU TH1S???BES1DES, FREEDOM 1S RELAT1VE!!! 1'M CHA1NED TO A NUMBER OF TH1NGS AT ANY G1VEN MOMENT. EVEN 1F THE CHA1NS ARE SELF-1MPOSED AND 1NV1S1BLE!

vwamp.

friday at day?

-------- 15 nights later

vwamp.

oh, sorry for not talking more, got incredibly busy.anywvays, howv are you doing?

rudefioh

ER... WELL, 1 COULD SAY! AND 1 W1LL SAY THAT, BECAUSE 1T 1S TRUE.1'M DO1NG VERY WELL!TALK AS MUCH OR AS L1TTLE AS YOU WANT! 1 HARDLY EVEN NOT1CE E1THER WAY, TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST.A SL1GHT, SL1GHT D1FFERENCE TO ME!

vwamp.

i just didn't havwe the time to either, really.think vwe can fit a hang out friday?

rudefioh

TRY1NG TO STEAL AWAY ANOTHER ONE OF MY COVETED FR1DAYS, ARE YOU?NO D1CE!

vwamp.

alright dude.

rudefioh

"DUDE"? 1 DON'T L1KE THAT... 1T FEELS RATHER CASUAL.WHY DON'T WE ST1CK TO S1R DUDE?MUCH MORE RESPECTFUL!!!

vwamp.

hahaha.

rudefioh

}:)

vwamp.

sure, sir dude. ok that is too hilarious, i can't.

rudefioh

NOT ANY FUNN1ER THAN DUDE BY 1TSELF, THOUGH!!!

vwamp.

damn, am i that serious?are you revwoking my 'dude' usage?i'll make a dude card and mail it to you, just for the sake of the joke.

rudefioh

1 HAVE SCRAMBLED MY COORD1NATES UPWARDS OF THREE THOUSAND T1MES S1NCE OUR LAST RENDEZVOUS! YOU W1LL FACE ONE HELL OF A CHALLENGE ACCOMPL1SH1NG THAT... ACTUALLY, 1 1MPLORE YOU TO TRY.

vwamp.

that is too much effort.

rudefioh

NO DR1VE, NO AMB1T1ON... TCH!

vwamp.

tch.

rudefioh

TCH. }:P

vwamp.

i suddenly feel inside of a cartoon.ZZ:P

rudefioh

YEAH, YEAH... AT LEAST THEN WE COULD T1MESK1P TO THE NATURAL CONCLUS1ON OF TH1S 1NTERACT1ON, 1F 1T WERE A SHOW PRODUCED FOR THE UNDERDEVELOPED M1NDS OF W1GGLERS!!! UNFORTUNATELY, WE MUST FACE REAL1TY AND BR1NG 1T THERE OURSELVES.R1DE 1T OUT ALL THE WAY! AH, HOW 1 LOATHE THESE PA1NSTAK1NG TASKS...

vwamp.

and vwhat is the natural conclusion of this interaction?

rudefioh

1 E1THER REJECT YOU OR 1GNORE YOU?UNT1L NEXT T1ME, OF COURSE.AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND...

vwamp.

because you are too busy to hang out vwith a friend?

rudefioh

RATHER UNNATURAL HOW TH1CK YOU MUST BE TO NOT P1CK UP ON A H1NT, NOW THAT 1 TH1NK ABOUT 1T.YES, FAR TOO BUSY! PREOCCUP1ED, ONE M1GHT SAY.W1TH... TH1NGS AND SUCH. TH1NGS SUCH AS BE1NG UN1NTERESTED!

vwamp.

vwell, guess i'm a bit boring.

rudefioh

1 WOULDN'T DESCR1BE YOU 1N THAT MANNER!

vwamp.

wvell, then vwhy are you uninterested?

rudefioh

1N HANG1NG OUT? S1MPLY THAT, AND NOTH1NG MORE? AS FR1ENDS?

vwamp.

yup.

rudefioh

1 GUESS 1 AM VERY SUBTLY 1NTERESTED 1N SOMETH1NG ALONG THOSE L1NES SPEC1F1CALLY...

vwamp.

that is vwhy i said hang out rather than anything else.

rudefioh17/09/2018

1 NEVER KNOW HOW TO DEC1PHER YOUR SLY L1TTLE SEDUCT1VE TACT1CS!!!

vwamp.

hmm, no.vwhile i do enjoy these activwities wvith you...vwell.

rudefioh17/09/2018

WHAT?

vwamp.

since you're not really interested, i vwent somewvhere else.i kinda don't vwanna push sex into someone that does not vwant it, feel it?

rudefioh

UNBEL1EVABLE! YOU D1DN'T JUST WA1T AROUND FOR ME TO BE 1NTO YOU AGA1N? UGH, HOW COULD YOU.

vwamp.

i can't tell if you're serious or not.

rudefioh

HMM...ME E1THER!HAHAHAHA. NO, BUT 1'M NOT.ACTUALLY, THAT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY! 1'M GLAD YOU WERE SO EAS1LY ABLE TO MOVE ON. TH1S 1S GREAT NEWS!

vwamp.

right?

rudefioh

1'LL LET M1TUNA KNOW ASAP.

vwamp.

...vwhat??????wvhy??

rudefioh

OH, R1GHT... NO, 1T WOULD MAKE MUCH MORE SENSE FOR YOU TO TELL H1M!NO, NO... 1T'S L1KELY YOU ALREADY HAVE! AUGH, 1GNORE ME...

vwamp.

???????wvhat the fuck are you talking about.

rudefioh

ER... 1 DON'T KNOW! 1 HAVE NEVER ONCE KNOWN.FORGET 1T! FORGET 1T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

vwamp.

i don't see vwhat mituna has to do wvith this.

rudefioh

YOUR... FEEL1NGS? M1TUNA HAS NOTH1NG TO DO W1TH YOUR FEEL1NGS OR PERSONAL L1FE?

vwamp.

no?

rudefioh

OR KNOW1NG TH1NGS ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL TOWARDS ME, OR...

vwamp.

i nevwer told him anything.wvhat the fuck, vwhere is this coming from.

rudefioh

1'M NOT SURE ANYMORE, ACTUALLY...1 WASN'T EVEN THAT SURE TO BEG1N W1TH!NOW EVERYTH1NG 1S CONFUS1NG...

vwamp.

listen, i got shitfaced vwith him once and i still didn't tell him anything.like, absolutely gone levwel of drunk.

rudefioh

HOW CAN YOU BE SURE, THEN?

vwamp.

because i recorded it on my phone.

rudefioh

THE... ENT1RE CONVERSAT1ON?

vwamp.

yup.

rudefioh

YOU CREEP! }:P

vwamp.

the entire hang out.it's just so i remember stuff, you're the one thinking of bad shit to do vwith it. ZZ:P but no, did mituna come at you or something?

rudefioh

COME AT ME? NO, 1... WELL, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?

vwamp.

asked you about it?

rudefioh

ABOUT THE HANGOUT? NO.

vwamp.

no, about me havwing feelings or something?

rudefioh

UH... 1 DON'T KNOW!SH1T... 1 MEAN, CRUD... 1 MEAN, TH1S... 1 DON'T WANT TO CONT1NUE TALK1NG ABOUT TH1S, 1 D1DN'T KNOW WHAT 1 WAS TALK1NG ABOUT WHEN 1 BROUGHT 1T UP! 1 WAS MAK1NG ASSUMPT1ONS, AND RUNN1NG R1GHT OFF THE RA1LS W1TH MY WORDSPEECH...

vwamp.

or mituna brought something up to you.

rudefioh

NO, 1 DON'T TH1NK THAT HAPPENED.OKAY, MAYBE 1T HAPPENED!!! BUT CLEARLY 1T MEANT NOTH1NG!!!OR, WELL...NO, TH1S 1S BETWEEN YOU AND H1M!

vwamp.

...is that vwhy you twvo vwere hawving a squabble online?oh my god.

rudefioh

1 TRULY DON'T KNOW WHY HE HAS 1T OUT FOR ME!NO!

vwamp.

i didn't do anything and he tried to be meddlesome.and you tried to bite me in the ass for it.

rudefioh

1 WAS HAPPY FOR YOU!!! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE SUBTLET1ES OF TH1S STUP1D S1TUAT1ON.

vwamp.

because you don't say shit? evwer? ewven vwhen it has to do vwith me?actually.

rudefioh

1 SAY PLENTY.

vwamp.

let me stop this here.it doesn't matter.it doesn't matter anyvways.

rudefioh

NO, 1 W1LL R1GHTFULLY EXPLA1N... 1 JUST... EURHGHGHJGHHGG, F1NE THEN!!! YES, JUST LET 1T GO, 1T 1S VERY WORTHLESS.

vwamp.

yeah, in the end it vwon't matter since it's not really anything.

rudefioh

1 GUESS!THROWS ARMS UP!

vwamp.

haha,

rudefioh

1 WAS CAUGHT OFF GUARD BY THE LACK OF COORD1NAT1ON THAT YOU TWO HAVE 1N YOUR 1NTERPERSONAL COMMUN1CAT1ON. YOU CANNOT BLAME ME FOR TH1S CONFUS1ON!HE HAD EXPRESSED TO ME, TH1S... 1 DON'T KNOW, TH1S DES1RE? ON YOUR BEHALF, 1 GUESS? OR BOTH OF OUR BEHALVES??? SOMEHOW???1T MADE ME TH1NK MANY MANY TH1NGS! SO... YES, THAT'S ABOUT THE FULL OF 1T.YOU ARE R1GHT, 1T HARDLY MATTERS. 1'M SORRY FOR THROW1NG YOU 1NTO A T1ZZY!

vwamp.

just to mock this a bit, this is so descreptivwe i had to print it out and use a text marker to be able to not get lost in it.

rudefioh

HUSH!!!

STOP HUSH1NG!!!

SAY MORE TH1NGS!

TH1S CONVERSAT1ON HAS FRUSTRATED ME AND YET 1 REMA1N. WHERE HAS CRONUS GONE??? TH1S "DUDE" OF LOYAL FR1ENDSH1P AND UNDY1NG L1B1DO?NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!!! COULD 1T BE... THAT HE 1S... TURN1NG THE TABLES, AS 1T GOES? FL1PWAYS, EVEN? ON ME???1GNOR1NG ME 1N K1ND... 1 TH1NK 1 WOULD DESERVE THAT. BUT 1 WON'T L1KE 1T! 1 WON'T BE HAPPY ABOUT 1T!!!

vwamp.

hahaha.i just had to feed a grub rufioh.

rudefioh

WELL, 1 AM ST1LL VERY ATTACHED TO TH1S!GRUBS BE DAMNED!!!!!!

vwamp.

no damning of grubs, the population is lowv already.

rudefioh

1S 1T?

vwamp.

yes.jeez, it's my life's wvork, can't drop it like that.

rudefioh

SAD!YOUR L1FE'S WORK, AND JUST ABOUT EVERY OTHER JADE'S. VERY SPEC1AL!

ANYWAYS, NOW SOMETH1NG MORE 1ND1V1DUAL TO YOU: YOUR RELAT1ONSH1P TO ME!TH1S SUCKS!

vwamp.

hm?vwhat exactly sucks?

rudefioh

TH1S PART OF 1T SPEC1F1CALLY, 1 MEAN... 1T 1S MAK1NG ME QUEST1ON THE 1NTEGR1TY OF OUR FEEL1NGS.ARE WE REALLY FR1ENDS? OR DO WE JUST SAY THAT AS AN EXCUSE TO BE AROUND EACH OTHER??? 1S THAT WHAT FR1ENDSH1P 1S??? JUST BE1NG AROUND SOMEONE BECAUSE YOU W1SH YOU COULD CONNECT TO THEM??? 1S W1SH1NG TO CONNECT BAS1CALLY THE SAME AS CONNECT1NG, 1S THAT ALL 1T TAKES, A S1MPLE DES1RE?1 DON'T KNOW!

vwamp.

are you serious?

like, i'm asking.

rudefioh

DO 1 SOUND S1LLY?

vwamp.

you don't but i nevwer knowv vwhen you're sarcastic, and you kinda said to stop assuming shit.

repeatedly.

rudefioh

1 AM TRY1NG TO BE SER1OUS, MAYBE 1 AM START1NG ON THE WRONG WALKSTUMP HERE...

vwamp.

vwell.assuming you're serious: friendship doesn't take much beyond vwanting a connection, as long as there is respect?and like, just enjoying hanging out.

rudefioh

YEAH, OKAY... 1 AM OVERTH1NK1NG TH1NGS, 1 SUPPOSE...

vwamp.

or vwhatewver you do vwith that person.friendships vwaries.vwhat wvere you thinking?

if you explain vwe can just solwve stuff rather than one assume from the other vwhich... makes things easier?

like, it's easy both sides knowv vwhat each other means rather than assume.because...i honestly cannot tell vwhen you're serious or not about things, almost like, evwer.

rudefioh

WHAT? WHY NOT?

vwamp.

because...i don't knowv you?like, i knowv you in the literal sense.

did i use literal right.

but i don't knowv you vwery wvell.

rudefioh

ER... YES, 1 TH1NK... B1BL1CALLY, MAYBE, WOULD ALSO WORK...

vwamp.

so i can't... tell things?like, i'm not telling you TELL ME MORE TH1NGS ABOUT YOURSELF.

rudefioh

1 CAN TELL YOU R1GHT NOW THAT 1'M SER1OUS. AND 1 SUPPOSE THAT 1 COULD RETROACT1VELY ALERT YOU TO MY SER1OUSNESS LEVEL ON ANY PREV1OUS OCCAS1ON, 1F YOU ARE THAT CONCERNED...

vwamp.

but i can only vwork wvith vwhat i knowv and then vwing the rest, you feel me?and vwhat i knowv is like...the bare minimals.

rudefioh

UH...R1GHT!HAVE YOU CONS1DERED THAT THAT'S ALL THERE 1S?

vwamp.

rufioh i think you are more than just a dude that culled horuss, dated me, and makes assorted vweaponry.indeed it is a bit vworrying that i DATED you.and most that i knowv beyond that vwas told to me by someone else.

rudefioh

DATED 1S A STRONG WORD...1 DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WOULD L1KE ME TO SAY! YES, 1 HAVE MORE. THERE 1S MORE TO ME AS A FULL BE1NG. 1F 1 WOULD L1KE YOU TO ASSUME ANYTH1NG, 1T 1S TH1S.HOW DO 1 PROVE MYSELF AS A PERSON? WHY DO 1 FEEL OBL1GATED TO...?

vwamp.

you're not obligated to.

rudefioh

WOW, 1 WAS JUST LECTUR1NG HORUSS ABOUT TH1S VERY TH1NG...

vwamp.

vwhat i am saying is...you can't expect people to be able to be good friends or close to you if you close yourself to them? it evwen gets in the wvay of communication. like, basic shit communication.

rudefioh

1 DON'T EXPECT THAT OF ANYONE!1... PREFER TO BE ALONE!

vwamp.

vwhy?

rudefioh

1T'S... EASY! EAS1ER. EAS1ER THAN BE1NG W1TH PEOPLE. THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND ME... AND 1 DON'T UNDERSTAND THEM! 1 DON'T CARE TO!1T'S NOT WORTH 1T. MOST PEOPLE ARE TERR1BLE.

vwamp.

did you evwer giwve them a chance to understand you?i bet most people got on your ass about things or most problems you'vwe had actually wvere because people just... don't knowv you.for example if aranea knewv you vwere a reasonable vwilling to conwversate person you vwouldn't get threatened.meenah vwouldn't get so absolutely mad and betrayed vwhen she thought she knewv you and in the end didn't and inevwermind that last part.it is not easier, it's been biting you in the ass the entire time.

rudefioh

1T'S EAS1ER THAN MAK1NG THE EFFORT...

vwamp.

i thought you vwere the tenacious dude.

rudefioh

1 HAVE EVERYONE THAT 1 NEED!WH1CH 1S NOBODY!

vwamp.

then vwhy do you bother talking to others?

rudefioh

TALK1NG TO PEOPLE 1S D1FFERENT THAN HAV1NG THEM.TALK1NG 1S EASY! YOU CAN PUT ON ANY FACE THAT YOU L1KE!

vwamp.

vwhy do you prefer putting a face than being yourself?because you think people might not like you?

rudefioh

NO, BECAUSE 1 KNOW PEOPLE WON'T L1KE ME.AND THAT SOUNDS VERY DEPRESS1NG! BUT 1 HAVE ACCEPTED 1T AND NO LONGER CARE.

vwamp.

...i could like you as a friend. i don't think you're unlikeable.but i'm not obligating you, no pressure.

rudefioh

1, UH... HAVE TAKEN SOME ADV1CE FROM SOME PEOPLE LATELY, HOWEVER! AND A FEW CHANGES WERE ENACTED, TO MAKE ME MORE L1KEABLE, 1 SUPPOSE... OR PERHAPS JUST LESS 1NTENSELY GRAT1NG 1N SOC1AL S1TUAT1ONS.NO, WHEN 1 SA1D THAT 1 FEEL OBL1GATED... 1 D1DN'T MEAN TO 1MPLY THAT YOU WERE PRESSUR1NG ME, JUST THAT 1 WAS OBL1GATED BY MY OWN FEEL1NGS...BUT MY FEEL1NGS ARE EXTREMELY EASY TO 1GNORE! SO DO NOT WORRY.

vwamp.

givwe them a listen, you don't need to make a vwhole essay on wvho you are to people. or you can select a small group of people. ignoring your feelings is no good .once again vwe can try to be legit friends, i'd like to put the effort. i think you are likeable, and havwe some flawvs like anybody else.life isn't... so black and vwhite, i guess.

rudefioh

WELL... 1 DON'T WANT TO G1VE THE... WRONG 1MPRESS1ON! TO CERTA1N ONLOOK1NG PART1ES...

vwamp.

like mituna?

rudefioh

OF THAT VAR1ETY, YES...

vwamp.

i vwill tell him to back off.also uh.i don't dislike you or hate you.for vwhat i knowv or experienced vwith you so far.

rudefioh

WHY DO YOU SUDDENLY ACT AS 1F WE ARE STRANGERS?

vwamp.

vwhat do you mean exactly?

rudefioh

JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T FEEL AS 1F YOU KNOW MY PERSONAL1TY 1NT1MATELY... 1 DON'T KNOW, 1 FEEL AS 1F YOU ARE D1M1N1SH1NG THE... THE... WHAT WE HAD! WH1CH... 1S WHAT 1 HAVE ALWAYS DONE, 1 GUESS?OH, FORGET 1T. 1 HAVEN'T HAD ONE COHERENT THOUGHT TH1S ENT1RE T1ME.

vwamp.

no, that made sense.you really vwant to knowv vwhy?

rudefioh

YES.

vwamp.

hm.since you alvways did that first.vwhen i openly cared about it.it really did hurt.

rudefioh

}:(

vwamp.

it is not completely your fault since i did also start closing myself off and just.relying on booze to console me or compensate for it and get angry but nevwer really telling i wvas upset.

rudefioh

NO, DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF! 1 NEGLECTED TO NURTURE TH1S RELAT1ONSH1P, 1T WAS MY RESPONS1B1L1TY!

vwamp.

you made me vwery happy.

rudefioh

OH COME ON... YOU'RE JUST TRY1NG TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER.

vwamp.

no you did.

rudefioh

NO WAY!1 REFUSE TO BEL1EVE TH1S.

vwamp.

at the start at least?

rudefioh17/09/2018

WHAT ABOUT MORE RECENTLY? HOW DO 1 MAKE YOU FEEL RECENTLY?ANYTH1NG AT ALL?

vwamp.

i havwen't figured it out yet. i still think you're someone vworth my time and effort.and i don't vwant things to be bitter betwveen us.

rudefioh

WELL... THAT 1S ALL MUCH MORE THAN 1 COULD ASK FOR. MORE THAN 1 R1GHTFULLY DESERVE! AND 1T TRULY LEAVES ME WONDER1NG... WHAT CUES D1D WE G1VE OFF TO CONV1NCE M1TUNA THAT WE'D BE A FLUSH MADE 1N HEAVEN?

vwamp.

i like your sense of humor.

rudefioh

AH, THANK YOU! 1T'S VERY SUBTLE, 1 L1KE TO TH1NK.

vwamp.

idk. i vwill ask later.and hm.i think this convwersation wvhile complex.made me glad you at least told me this much.

rudefioh

WHAT D1D 1 TELL YOU? }:P

vwamp.

that you ignore your feelings.

so lately? i got positivwe expectations for us as friends.

rudefioh

THAT 1S VERY UPL1FT1NG... 1'M HONORED, 1N A WAY, THAT YOU HAVE SUCH DEEP FA1TH 1N ME.

vwamp.

also glad to knowv you cared for us back there.

rudefioh

1 JUST HOPE 1 AM SAY1NG THE R1GHT TH1NGS...

vwamp.

just say vwhat you feel or felt. those are the right things.

rudefioh

MY FEEL1NGS ARE ALMOST NEVER THE R1GHT TH1NGS!SOC1ALLY, PERSONALLY, ANY S1TUAT1ON...

vwamp.

i don't think that is true rufioh. people can disagree, doesn't mean you're vwrong. but you can take in account and see if vwhat others says makes sense or not.that is friendship, understanding differences vwithout judging so harshly.and explaining things so both sides understands and maybe enter a consensus.for example i agree mituna vwas too nosey.and pushy.and sometimes vwe wvill disagree. but that wvon't mean i think vwowv rufioh is GARBAGE.

rudefioh

YOU CAN'T GUARANTEE THAT! YOU CANNOT MAKE THAT PROM1SE!!!

vwamp.

i can promise to try to understand.there are things you dislike about me.but that does not make us enemies or you hate me.and i can promise that if anything evwer turns out to be an issue. like a real one. i vwill try and talk about it? rather than...do vwhat i do.

rudefioh

THE BOOZ1NG?

vwamp.

fake i'm not upset.

rudefioh

YES, R1GHT...SO WE ARE GETT1NG VERY SER1OUS ABOUT TH1S FR1END TH1NG...

vwamp.

if you vwant to try, that is.

rudefioh

CERTA1NLY!1 M1GHT EVEN PUT MORE EFFORT FORTH HERE THAN 1 EVER HAVE W1TH ANYTH1NG. EVER!1 FEEL SO FOOL1SH FOR BE1NG AFRA1D TO APPROACH YOU. TH1S WORKED OUT SO MUCH 1N MY FAVOR!EVEN THOUGH YOU TECHN1CALLY APPROACHED ME... AND 1 ONLY BROUGH UP THE OFFEND1NG SUBJECT ON ACC1DENT, UNDER THE ASSUMPT1ON THAT YOU WERE AWARE OF 1T...ST1LL!SUCH A SUCCESS.

vwamp.

right?

rudefioh

1 SUPPOSE 1 WAS AFRA1D... THAT THERE WAS AN OUNCE OF TRUTH TO H1S STUP1D MEDDL1NG. TO H1S ACCUSAT1ONS! TRUTH THAT 1 WAS UNAWARE OF SOMEHOW... 1N YOU, OR 1N MYSELF. HOW COULD HE SEE SOMETH1NG THAT WASN'T EX1STENT AT ALL? SURELY THERE HAD TO BE SOME 1ND1CAT1ON, ON SOME END.THEN 1 WAS AFRA1D THAT H1S ACCUSAT1ONS HAD PLANTED SEEDS 1N MY PAN... SOW1NG 1DEAS THERE THAT WOULD L1E DORMANT AND THEN GROW, UNBEKNOWNST TO ME.1 AM VERY 1MPRESS1ONABLE, YOU KNOW!

vwamp.

yeah.and like, evwen if i had feelings i... vwouldn't try anything?

rudefioh

1'M NOT SURE 1F 1 SHOULD BE REASSURED BY THAT...

vwamp.

hm? like, i don't havwe them.

rudefioh

R1GHT!

vwamp.

vwhy are you not sure if you should be reassured or not, though?

rudefioh

YOU ARE A HYPOCR1TE WHO DOESN'T PRACT1CE WHAT HE PREACHES! COMMAND1NG ME TO FEEL OUT MY FEEL1NGS, AND YET...WELL, 1 SUPPOSE YOURS ARE ONLY HYPOTHET1CAL. BUT 1 W1LL BE V1G1LANT! 1 W1LL HOLD YOU TO THE SAME STANDARDS!AS A GOOD FR1END WOULD.}:)

vwamp.

sure.i just feel like evwen if i get feelings for someone i should still be single for a vwhile, it is nothing uh, that deep.

rudefioh

WELL ACT1NG ON FEEL1NGS DOESN'T ALWAYS ENTA1L DAT1NG.BUT 1 AGREE! AND 1 RESPECT THAT 1MMENSELY, PERHAPS TO THE FULLEST DEGREE OF RESPECT THAT 1 AM CAPABLE OF EXPER1ENC1NG.

vwamp.

glad you agree.i vwill need to return to the grubs.so i wvill talk to you later.see you.

#pesterlogs #honey this is LONG #ooc

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fedora-gurl · 6 years

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Run you clever boy Ch.3

Yeah, so i stayed up half the night to finish this. hope you guys like it.

Chapter 3: Never met a girl like YOU before.

When Eric finally came to, he could hear faint murmurs around his blurred vision until he could make out a blinding light shining directly in his face. Aside from a dull throb in his head, nothing seems out of the ordinary. As Eric began to wonder where he was exactly, the quit murmur behind him began to raise in the background as he recalled the prior events.

As the two reached the building far behind the compound, Ms. Pauling then gestured to the large sliding door in front of them. "This building is the base's medical ward. Here our Medics treat off field injuries and those who were wounded on the battlefield too badly for field treatment to do so." She explained this to the young man as they walked in through the entrance to the rather spacious warehouse that served as, from what he was told, a small hospital on the inside. As they made their way down the makeshift rooms for the long-term patients passing each room, one or two were filled with who he couldn’t tell from the disgruntled moans, until they came to a clearing in the back with medical gurneys pushed into a semi-circle around what Eric came to believe was a cross between an examination room and an open air surgery theatre. As they stood there Ms. Pauling then turned to address Eric once more, “When a new member joins the ranks they will need a physical and have their medical work looked over by one of our Medics. Now we have two Medics on our base, but our normal evaluator is away on…” A pause as she picked her words. “Medical leave. Now our current Medic is a bit," another pause,” Eccentric, but he does his job well enough. Wait here while I get him." She then turned to the left towards the amphitheater leaving Eric in the middle of the room. She wasn’t even gone for more than a few minutes when the heavy blow came upon his head and had him fading into unconsciousness.

When the final memory ended, Eric began to berate himself for being caught off guard so easily. As he kept that up a figure began to step forth from the shadows just outside his peripheral vision and make its way over to one of the tables of medical equipment that surrounded the room. Eric could barely make out the man’s insistent mumblings over the pounding in his own skull which was starting to get on his nerves. In order to try and get the strangers attention, he called out.

“Uh, hey mister, you wouldn’t happen to tell me who you are, or more importantly,” He gave a small struggle at his bindings that kept him in place “what the HELL is going on!” Eric screeched the last part out as the stranger pulled out a strange serrated surgical tool and began to marvel at it like a finely crafted piece of work. One look at it made the color drain from Eric’s face as he struggled to free himself and get away from the deranged man. But no matter how much he struggled, the binds on his wrists and torso wouldn’t budge. The man reached into his trousers to pull out a small black box with switches on the side. A handheld recorder of some sort? He raised the recorder to his mouth and hit one of the buttons’ to begin recording.

“July 18th, I have intercepted a young man, perschaps a BLU spy in zhe medical wing searching for zomething of unknown origin, possibly looking for more sabotage points in zhe next raid. VWhile he vwas distracted I took the liberty of incapacitating him for more in depzh intelligence gazhering,” he picked up another surgical instrument to examine, “und maybe some poschible experiments!” He finished the recoding in his German accent with a smirk and placed the device down on the table next to the tray of medical tools and turned to Eric with a wicked smirk across his face.

Blindly, he picked up a scalpel of the side and sauntered up to the table Eric was strapped to. Panic began to set in as Eric struggled against the restraints trying to free himself. The mad doctor simply chuckled and resumed his preparations. With nothing else to do Eric beseeched the mad man in hopes of escaping with his life still in tack.

“Look man, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not a spy or with the blue company. I just got here, my names Riggby, I was supposed to come for examination.” He prattled trying to get the other man to listen “I SHOULDN’T EVEN BE HERE!!!” was his final cry.

Just as he went in to make the incision, a bedpan mysteriously appeared out of the corner of Eric’s vision and walloped the mad man square on the noggin! The impact caused the good doctor to drop his tools and back away from the table to nurse his aching head. Taking the time to thank whatever god was watching over him then, Eric turned his head to the direction of the flying object originate from.

“You know you’re not zepposed to experiment on the new recruits, Victor!” suddenly a young woman came bounding up to the gurney that Eric was strapped to and began to undo the restraints. While she was busy doing so, Eric took the liberty of getting a better look at his savior. The woman was at least a few inches shorter than him. Her red hair was pulled back into a tie on the top of her head, with a few wisps of her bangs framing her face. Her hazel eyes with thinly arched brows set in a slight scowl at her task, the slight curve of her nose leading down to parted thin lips over a fair skin complexion. Overall, not a bad looker.

As she managed to get the first restraints done she turned towards Eric with a slight smile. “I hope Victor wasn’t too hard on you. He can be a bit … Difficult when he hazn’t had any new projets tu deal with.” She spoke with a slight French accent as she undid the last restraint on Eric’s legs. With a jolt he sprung to his feet. It felt good to be free. “And you…” she turned towards the not-so-good Doctor as he was finally able to stop the ringing in his head. “What do you have tu say for yourself Vic?!” As she scowled at the man in question, her accent disappeared when her stone cold aura appeared.

“Who has what to say for themselves?”

As if on cue, Ms. Pauling walks in from the other side of the operating theater right as Victor was about to retort. While she rounded around the tables Victor then drew to his full height to address the now present Administrative staff member. “I highly doubt zat upholding a core objective of our employment vwarrants any explanation.” Ms. Pauling looked towards the Medic as if he had sprouted a second head. Giving an exasperated sigh she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“I understand that you are simply doing your job, but we are still in a cease-fire until tomorrow! So there is no reason to pull this kind of stunt. Especially on a new recruit!!” Ms. Pauling nearly screamed her head off as she chastised the Medic for his overzealous work ethic. At the mention of the word “recruit” the Medic took a double take on Eric, then Ms. Pauling, then back again to Eric. Victor swallowed the lump in his throat and turned to Eric and said in a nervous tone “V-Vwell vhy didn’t you just schay so?”

“I did! You were just too busy getting ready to yank my innards out to hear!” Eric exclaimed with exuberance at the man for his feigned innocent misunderstanding. He and the young woman stared down the man with a spite until Ms. Pauling interrupted their scowls.

“Now now, I know we’re all a little on edge but we have a schedule to keep to.” Ms. Pauling stressed the last of her plea to the entire room, but her gaze lingered on the now scowling Medic. She then turned to face him and drawing to her full height as she spoke in a clearly aggravated tone. ”So, Mr. Victor, if you would be so kind as to give Mr. Rigsby here his mandatory evaluation then we can move on, and hopefully out of your affairs.” She gave him her most ridged stare as she finished her order.

A cold shiver went up Eric’s back as he watched Ms. Pauling order around this Victor. And apparently him as well, since she beckoned to Eric onto a different gurney for the examination. When Eric had plopped himself down Victor then began to poke and prod the boy as he asked bizarre questions. Like if he had ever been in underground mining, had he ever eaten fruit from an isolated tropical island with an obscure name, or if had recently gotten over an addiction of some absurd drugs. The Doctor was through in his examination, Eric would admit that about the man, checking his breathing, pulse and heart rate, even his vison and hearing. After testing his reflexes he then turned back to his table of tools. Eric saw that the young woman that saved him before was still in the room waiting with Ms. Pauling off to the side. He wanted this damn examination to be over so he could properly thank her for before, and maybe ask for her name.

“I have one last question, Mr. Rigsby.” Victor asked him while his back was still turned to him, “You wouldn’t happen to have a fear of needles, would you?”

“Ah, no? Why do yooaaaaAAAUUGHAAA” Eric tried to reply to the man’s question only for him to roughly grab his arm and jab the needle into it. With a quick precision he hadn’t seen in any other doctor he’d seen before Victor drew a good amount of blood from him, removed the needle from his vein, and then bandage the puncture before it could even let one droplet form in one fluid movement from him. Victor walked to the other side of the theater where a small lab was set up for what could be preliminary analysis work. He picked up an empty phial and deposit the blood, label it, and set it to the side with others like it. Eric just rubbed the sore area where it was grabbed, in too much of a stupor to give a retort to the man who practically assaulted him with a syringe. A hand on his shoulder had him turning to Ms. Pauling as she guided him off the examination table.

“Now that that’s all done with, let’s get you situated with the team.”

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“And this area out here is the inner courtyard. Most of the team spends their time out here during the summer. We have sprint races and soccer games on Wednesdays and Saturdays when there isn’t a raid or campaign going on.” The young woman replied in a chipper tone while dragging him through said yard and up the stairwell on the far right side on their continued tour of the base. Eric could only go along with be dragged like a ragdoll and watch most of the scenery pass by. But he still didn’t know her name even when Ms. Pauling had to go their separate ways for some urgent business. He wanted to ask her this question but could never find the right moment to slip in to her conversation and ask it.

“Um…” Eric tried to ask about her name for the 5th time before she spun around and looked at him straight in the eye like she just remembered something of such great importance that it was near criminal that she forgot it in the first place. “Oh! How could I’ve forget. My name is Shiloh, Shiloh Belrose. But everyone here just calls me Shi” she answered his unspoken question like it was an everyday occurrence between them. Despite the unusual conversations so far, Eric was glad to finally have a name to call her rather than “HER”. “Shiloh, huh.” He said her name with a light and breathy tone to get accustomed to it. Shiloh gave a small chuckle at his pleasant reply, “Yeah, That’s mah name.” The two stood in an amicable silence just staring at one another

“Well I see you’re off to a good start then mates!” a baritone voice spoke behind them, breaking them out of their trance. The two turned to see Alistair walking up the same hallway they were heading down. Shiloh cracked a grin and bounded up to the Aussie. “Hey there Mundy, was wondering where you slunk of tu” She spoke in an endearing tone like she knew he would show up just then. “Well I was just getting some of the lads’ stuff squared away in ‘is room. I was headin to the lounge when I caught sight of Ms. Pauling without our little rookie with her. She told me that she left him with you after the little fiasco with Ol’ Vic.” He told the two younger members as he lead them down the hallway they were traversing.

Eric stiffened at the last sentence. “So, she told you about what happed then?” He asked, hoping that his screw-up in the medical wing didn’t leave too much of stigma for his new teammates to chide him for. Alistair gave a chuckle before he answered him, “Not exactly. She only had to mention Vic and anyone can get a good gues’ on whut ‘append.”

With that, Eric was a bit skeptical at what this Victor does that would make him so volatile. Then he figured that he must do some sort of crazy stunt like he pulled back at Medical on a daily basis, and was just grateful that Shiloh was able to save him from having anything too damaging done to him.

They rounded a corner and went down a flight of stairs out into the inner courtyard where several other members where gathered around what Eric could only describe as a modified gas pump dispensing bottles of beer and pill bottles. There were at least 7 of them gathered around it whist they were in the middle of some grandiose discussion of god knows what. At least all of them where older then Eric, except for a young boy with messy black hair in a sweat band that was leaning against the pump while his mouth and hands were moving a mile a minute.

Two others, a large man in at least his 30’s and a svelte woman in the same Aussie hunter outfit like Alistair were leaning up against the pump next to the Danny Sutcho wannabe. The man, most likely of Indian origin, had a constant grin on his face as the young man went on with his story while making side remarks to the other members off to his right. The woman however, simply stood stock still, shaking her head when the young man went off to boast about his own prowess. The four other members siting half circle around the gas pump as well. He could recognize the fiery red mane that was Silas whom he meet a few hours back, he gave a short wave prompting the others sitting next to him to glance at what had grasped their teammate’s attention.

The other three that sat next to him, a rugged man of African descent in what he could guess was a plaid skirt gave a curt nod and turned back to the young man’s story. The other was some obscure person in full body suit and a breathing mask who gave a small finger wiggle. Whether it was a man or woman was anyone’s guess. The final member of the trio was a stern man with dark skin whose face was half obscured by the old army helmet that was at least two sizes too big. The loutish man in the skirt was obviously drunk, since he kept slurring his speech when he tried to give his two cents to the conversation. He could make out some mentions of exploding water tanks and how the “Danny-boy” tried to pole jump over a roof for his pole to snap in half and crash on top of the gruff looking solider man. This of course caused the “Danny-boy” to become ridged and start mouthing off to the drunken man, saying that he wished he was as half as talented as him to practically dance across the battlefield like he does.

“Oh! Ye wanna see whut dancinn’ is laddie? Well why didn’t ye bloody say so?” The drunken black man said with a thick Scottish accent as he rushed to stand on his feet a bit unsteadily. He then began to stumble about in what appeared to be a drunken folk dance. While Danny-boy was gawking in a stupor, the large Indian man gave a roar of laughter at the sight and began to join the drunk man in his dance. In their quickening pace of the dance, the Scott had accidentally slapped the upside of the larger man’s head. Reeling back from the blow, the Indian man then threw a left hook to the drunken Scotsman. After the last punch was thrown the others started to get in the fight, bottles were smashed and bodies were thrown about.

“And here, Eric, we have some of the regular fighters during our campaign battles.” Shiloh gestured to the brawling mercenaries before them with a small smile. Eric could make a safe guess that shit like this happened often. He didn’t know what unsettled him more, the intensity of the fight that was waging on or the fact that the mysterious masked teammate and the Aussie woman seemed so calm watching from the sidelines with the former giddily giving a round of applause every now and then.

Off to the far left side, two other members were squaring themselves away from the rest of the group with some sort of foreign checkers board between them. They had their own small talk with few words exchanged between the two. One was a stout woman with a half-shaved hairdo and what looked like part of a tattoo of a dragon’s head on the nape of her neck and wrapped around once before disappearing below her shirt on the left shoulder blade facing Eric. She wore a red long sleeve knotted shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows showing of other tattoos on her left arm. She had an army vest to her right that had what looked like make shift hand grenades strapped to them. When Eric had a closer look he noticed that her arms were also littered with small scars and black residue on her pale finger tips that smudged the white tile pieces of the board when she played them. Judging from the shape of her eyes and the oriental fluidity of her language gave Eric a sense that she was of Asian origin. The other was a man in his thirties who was probably of the same decent as the woman across from him. While the same pale skin tone as her, his eyes were a bit more rounded behind the thick spectacles he wore that just magnified them to buggy eyed style. His salt and pepper streaked hair was receding in the front giving him a nice dome while what was left in the back was pulled into a stubby knot at the base of his skull.

“And those two over there are our resident oriental teammates, Cho and Chang.” Shiloh gestured to the silent teammates who didn’t even flinch at the mention of themselves to Eric. The most they gave was a quick nod to let Shiloh know they heard her. They were so engrossed in their game they paid little attention to her when Shi leaned closer on the woman “Cho’s” shoulder.

“They’ve been here a bit longer than I have, but they usually keep to themselves a lot. While they can’t speak well in English, they can still understand us when we are talking to them. Isn’t that right Cho!” Shiloh explained to him before addressing Cho with her assumption. Cho gave her a smug look before it turned to one of surprise when Chang surrounded one of her pieces. As she preceded to cuss him out in her (what Eric guessed to be) native tongue Shi gestured to follow her over to a corner to quietly chat with him.

“Word is that Cho used to be a hit woman for the yakuza, and Chang was some strategic consultant for the Triads or whatnot. But if you ask either of ‘em, neither would admit it out right.” Shi whispered to Eric even though the other two teammates where arguing so much with each other he doubted they could even hear anything other than their own voices.

While the two continued in their rants with increasing volume, Alistair gestured to Eric and Shi to move on and leave them be. They began making their way over to the buildings on the other side of the courtyard, with Alistair and Shi trading quips back and forth while Eric was content to just listen to their banter.

Everything was going fine until they heard a shout from behind them. The three members turned around to find a man in a RED soldiers uniform running towards the group with a rocket launcher propped up on his shoulder and aimed right at them. His black buzz cut hair obscured briefly by a bandage around his head and part of his periwinkle eyes. He had other bandages along his left arm and around his torso beneath the overcoat. He clearly was in no condition to be up and about let alone totting around freaking rocket launcher, but here we are.

“TRESSPASSER IDENTIFY YOURSELF AT ONCE OR I WILL BE FORCED TO MUTILATE YOUR WORTHLESS CARCUSS!!!” The man yelled at the top of his lungs as he approached the group with his rocket launcher still cocked and loaded. Erick backed up slowly as he approached while Shi tried to stop the madman’s assault.

“Easy there Philsby, it’s just the new recruit Mrs. Pauling brought in. Remember when we told you they brining in the new guy in a few days?” Shi coxed at the deranged solider to get him to lower his weapon. Alistair simply moved slightly to arrange himself between Eric and the newcomer apparently known as “Philsby”, shielding him if it should come to blows.

“Now sugar, that’s no way to talk to our newest member.” The smooth velvet voice of a woman drew all their attention to her. She was a short and stout woman, but easy on the eyes. She had warm honey colored eyes and chocolate brown hair pulled back by a yellow bandana. When Philsby turned to her like he was going to reprimanded her, he simply stopped and stared like he was seeing her for the first time. Seeing this, the newcomer smiled and walked over to Philsby. With a simple touch to his shoulder, the other one not currently sporting the launcher, he seemed to be at ease and lowered the weapon. With a serene smile to the solider she walked over to where Alistair and Eric stood, the former relaxing now that he didn’t have a rocket launcher trained on him anymore.

“Don’t you worry about him sweet pea.” The woman warmly said to him, like a mother comforting a child after they had a terrible scare. “He may seem a little crazy but he won’t do anything to hurt you that badly.” Etic Stared at her in awe of the influence she had over the situation, which she prompted to introduce herself. “Name’s Suzan by the way. Suzan McCormick.” She smiled that same serene smile and asked “And who might you be sweet pea?”

“Uh…” was the only thing to come from Eric’s moth till Alistair spoke up for him. “Kids name is Eric. Eric Rickley or Wallaby or somthin.”

“Rigsby. It’s uh... it’s Rigsby actually.” Eric muttered to Suzan as she moved over to kneel beside Philsby. With Suzan distracting the solider Alistair took the moment to led Eric away from the two and in the direction (he hoped) was the barracks or whatever qualified as living quarters around here. A few quick turns and down a long corridor to the last door on the right had the small group stop. Alistair turned to look at Eric and gestured him to the room. It was a small room, 4x6 foot at least. Calling it cramped would be a compliment. The floor was uneven in some areas as if the boards warped with age. In the corner was a rickety bunk with a small footlocker at the end of it.

“And finally, this is your bunk mate. It’s a bit cramped but it should do nicely for now till ‘nother room could open up closer to the main base.” Alistar spoke in an even tone that had a hint of tiredness to it. Now that he thinks about it, Alistair was probably just as exhausted as Eric felt. But something Alistair mention put him of besides the days events. “Wait, why am I so far from the base?” Eric asked already regretting sounding like a clingy fool.

“It’s nonting personal, we just gotta clean out Tucker’s old space then you can have the room.” Shi remarked as if reading his thoughts again. “Who’s Tucker?” Eric asked but feeling he knew the answer already. “The bloke your replacing.” Alistair answered in a nonchalant tone as if to cut off any more inquires and proceeded to leave the two to talk some more. “Yeah, so we’ll get that wrapped up tomorrow after the match and we’ll have a proper get together when everyone’s here.” Shi explained, “Well, almost everyone ‘ll be there.” She muttered to herself as she turned to leave herself.

Shi moved to the door then stopped and turn to Eric. “You know, we are glad to have you here. Even if no one else will say, I will.” She said it with so much conviction that Eric could only stare at the strong, ecstatic, amazing woman whom he’s only known for maybe a few hours. Then just as fast as she came into his life she vanished as she left closing the door behind her.

With both of his guides now gone, Eric turned to take a closer look at his temporary accommodations. Stains littered the floor that lined up with the uneven board. The walls were barren with a few cracks in the drywall when it wasn’t covered up by boards. While the cot at the corner looked somewhat decent the overall room appeal was shabby at best. Well, beggars can’t be choosers, Eric’s mother would repeat that phrase to him through most of his childhood. And time and again it proved to be true to him.

A soft footfall directed his sight to the door again just as he saw a shadow dart past the threshold. Moving to open it, Eric peered out into the now empty hallway. He thought he heard something down the hall when he looked but missed the chance to see the culprit. With a sense of unease, Eric returned to the room and prepared for bed. As soon as his head hit the flat pillow, Eric was in a deep sleep and his mind drifted to her once more.

#tf2 scout #fanfiction #TF2 #rycb #my work #this took way too long

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