#had i not been on tumblr i would have had the same understandings of generosity empathy and acceptance as they do | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thebadboyfanclub · 4 years

Text

You Can Do Better (Rio x Reader)

Requested by anon, i’ve posted this for the third time and tumblr is being a fucking asshole to the point were i’m thinking of quitting this since every week I get a new way of them hiding my works. Enjoy it while it lasts

T.W. mentioning of attempted rape

(Y/n) had been Micks neighbor for a few months before the incident happened, this absolute dumpster was the only thing she could afford at the time, fresh out of college, in a foreign country without any family, but she was hoping to moving quickly. However, when Mick was coming home, he heard her screams and cries for help from the bottom of the stairs, he had seen her once or twice, even baked him cookies when he first moved in, she was nice and a quiet neighbor.

He found (y/n) being held down by two men in masks and one of them try to rape her, she was begging and screaming, he almost acted on instict when he shot the guy in the back, the other tried to attack him and he also ended up with a bullet in between his eyes. (Y/n) thanked him and Mick had to stop her from calling the police. Instead they called Rio. He was met with two dead bodies, A girl in her torn pajamas shaking and crying and Mick trying to calm her down.

“Those motherfuckers”

Was all he said, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had gone down, Rio was a criminal and balls deep in despicable things, yet he was proud to say he had never laid hands on a woman nor a child. He kneeled in front of her, took a good look at her eyes, her entire body shaking as she looked at him, you could sense the trauma she had been through.

Rio had heard of her when Mick told him about this little girl next door that baked him cookies as a welcoming gift, he recalled how his friend laughed when he mentioned that the girl asked him his opinion about the next tattoo she wanted to get. Now this happy light hearted girl was replaced because two men thought they are superior.

“Hi sweetheart, I understand this is hard, we will take care of everything alright? You trust us?”

“I had locked the door, I was sleeping”

“I know sweetheart, it wasn’t your fault. We’ll take care of you ok?”

“Thank you”

Since Mick had vouched for her and Rio had seen her at her worst they felt obligated to take her under their wings, maybe even help her earn a little more money, get a good car, pay her bills comfortably, that sort of stuff. Until one day she asked to do more, get initiated

“Mama this isn’t the playground, we ain’t playing cops and robbers”

“I know, but you said I am learning quickly, why not teach me more?”

“Why you wanna do this? All of a sudden you feel like being a gangster? You were shaking in your shoes a few months ago”

“I’m done being your little child Rio, I want to hold my own. I will do this with or without you”

Rio looked at her with a serious face. She was growing, becoming fearless, ruthless, he had seen it coming, she was picking up more slack, asking more questions, she wanted to prove herself.

“You’re threating me mama?”

“And what if I am?”

She quickly not only proved herself, she became one of his most valuable members, she was his secret weapon, nobody would suspect a young little hotel receptionist being linked to them. She worked twice as hard and smarter than most if not all his men, advised him wisely and was always cool, calm and collected, she worked best under pressure. Scared little (y/n) felt like had never even happened, she was his soldier now, she had Micks status and Mick couldn’t be more proud, he had a soft spot for her.

“Hey mister policeman, Have some room for another criminal?”

She joked as she leaned at the door of her car, waiting for the new little boy toy to get out of the police station. Now the normal question is why is (y/n) around a police man, there is a two part answer to that. Great lover and also great cover, she was his little thing, so nobody would dare blame you for any crime, the girl of the police man being a gangster? it sounded like a joke.

“Depends on what crime we are talking about miss”

“I can think of a few, we can put those handcuffs to use”

As he approached her she smiled and took off her sunglasses. She looked amazing in her blue loose ripped jeans and a simple oversized white t shirt, a chain necklace around her neck and some nice rings on her fingers as her hair fell in front of her breasts, wearing a pair of high heels to style it up.

How you doing gorgeous?”

“Oh you know, thriving and surviving. How about you, I thought you had a day off today”

“Yes but I got assigned to a new case”

“Ohhhh should I be concerned? any criminal on the loose?”

“Not really, we are trying to find a link for this Rio guy”

Jackpot, this couldn’t have gone better. She tried to contain her smile and leaned back on the door, acting like nothing had happened.

“Oh I think you’ve mentioned him before, what did he do now?”

“Lots of things but motherfucker always slips away, chief thinks he has someone on the inside”

“Like a dirty cop?”

“Yes, so he wants me to look into it”

“Look at you, leading a case... Sexy”

The guy smiled at her, he was completely fooled and hooked. She hadn’t told anyone about her plan of seducing him to get information, she didn’t need to up until this point, yet what she did not calculate was Rio seeing her outside the police station talking to a fucking cop, the outmost enemy and being all close and cozy to him, acting all buddy buddy in broad daylight.

“I’m glad you like it miss”

“There’s a lot of things I like about you baby, anyway I have to go, I have a shift to clock in to”

“I’ll see ya later?”

“Maybe. Bye handsome”

At that (Y/n) got in her car and drove away. Rio was pissed, the girl he trusted and the girl he wanted was flirting with a policeman, how could she? He trusted her, taught her everything he knew, gave her everything with generosity and she was becoming a cops whore? Of course it wasn’t just about flirting with a cop, it was flirting with someone that wasn’t him.(Y/n) was a charming woman, he found her extremely attractive and she was even better now with the confidence she had gained over time, she was a woman he craved, the woman he wanted to have on his side, a queen that could hold the keys to his kingdom. Now all this was slowly shattering, no there had to be an explanation and he couldn’t wait to hear it.

Of course he could not just appear at her workplace, she was gracious enough to arrange a room for him incognito when Beth shot him, yet they had to act like strangers so all he could do was wait for her.

“Hey boss, sorry I’m late I had to take care of a few things”

“Like that cop friend of yours?”

She had barely closed the door of his office before he blurred it out, he had this whole plan of making her confess by herself, except when he saw her he lost control. Betrayal and confusion clouded his mind, as she stood there a bit dumbfounded for a quick moment before smirking at him.

“Stalking much?”

“I like to make sure my people are in line”

“Really? Is that why Beth is still walking around unharmed?”

He knew how much that had shook her up, (Y/n) took care of him almost as good as the doctor, she stayed with him until he fell asleep, helped him renew his bandages and anything else he needed, even though she never said it he was aware she was extremely concerned for him and he was grateful for her care, which made it even more complicated considering the fact that he was slowly becoming more addicted to her, needing and wanting more than she gave him.

“Let’s just cut to the shit, what were you doing there?”

“Talking”

“Talking? to a cop? what is this (y/n) huh?”

She sat in the chair calmly, any normal person would have either shit their pants or told him what they were planning right away. (Y/n) on the other hand found this amusing, she had grown tired of him doing things without considering the danger he was putting himself, especially when it came to Beth and the others, if it was anyone else they would have been six feet under the second Rio opened his eyes, now he had cut them in once again and had almost gotten Boss status.

“Yes, one of your little ladies is married to a cop, what’s the issue with me talking then?”

“Last time I check you ain’t never flapped your gums to a fed”

“I don’t flap my gums Rio, I have conversations and if you really want to know he is my new boy toy. He also was the one that told me about your case, how the fuck do you think I got the information? By holding interviews?”

Rio didn’t know how to feel, she was still working for him, had used her privilege to get information for him that had saved him a lot of money, however the whole “boy toy” thing did not sit well, she liked him, she gave him her time and even though she was stringing him along, she still had him in her life.

“You did what you were supposed to do and you got rewarded, so why you still talking to him”

“Don’t start the bullshit Rio, I’m not your daughter nor your girl so why do you care who am i fucking with”

“Where’s your fucking respect to your boss (y/n)?”

“Respect? how about where’s the respect for yourself? You let the suburban moms do whatever the fuck they are doing and I’m getting shit for having sex and getting you info from the feds?”

He was pushing it, he knew that and he didn’t care, it was time to reveal his cards and she was going to do the same, whether she liked it or not. Rio leaned back on his chair, his hand rubbing his chin as he looked at her, sitting there and looking right back at him, she wasn’t lying he knew that, she had a point for the suburban moms and she had expressed her disapproval for the little thing that was going on between him and Beth. What he did not understand was if she didn’t like it cause she was a tad bit jealous or because it fucked with their money and reputation?

“You are something else you know that?”

“Yet you still question my methods, if I remember correctly I wasn’t the one that planted three bullets in you”

“You are scared of losing me mama?”

She did not respond, she just turned and looked away from him. Of course (y/n) had picked up his little flirty remarks from time to time, she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she had thought of how he would be in bed, how his embrace would feel, his raspy voice was enough to start fantasies enough to make a book.

“Let’s say I am, what are you scared of Rio? Why do you care who I’m sleeping with?”

“He is a cop”

“A handsome cop, I’m sure you noticed how nicely that uniform was on him, let me tell you it’s even better when he sweats”

“I don’t need to hear it”

“Why? Does it bother you Christopher?”

She raised herself from the seat and placed her hands on the desk, leaning closer to him and making her breasts show just enough as her back curved in a perfect little S, she focused in his eyes as her tongue went over her upper lip. Rio got closer to her, his hand reached her face, as he held on to the side of her head and his thumb went over the lower lip.

“You’re not for him mama”

“Why not?”

“A woman like you is not for no goody two shoes, you can do better”

“Really? like who?”

They could feel each others breaths, their faces were almost touching as they both spoke in whispers, this conversation was not meant for no one else, they didn’t even have to speak as their body language was saying everything it needed to be said. She felt her breath become more swallow, his scent was getting her a tad bit flustered and so was hers to him.

He wanted to take her right here and then, just the idea of her naked body was enough to drive him wild, her hair was so soft he could only imagine them stuck on her face from the sweat, the most amazing part was her lips, soft and full that made his mind go wild with the need to feel them in his lips and his body, the doors to her moans.

“I can show you better than I can tell you”

“Let’s get it then boss”

#rio x reader #rio imagine #rio x you #rio x oc #good girls rio #good girls nbc #rio good girls #good girls imagine #nbc good girls #manny montana imagine #manny montana x reader #manny montana x you #manny montana #good girls x reader #good girls rio x reader #good girls rio nbc #rio

780 notes · View notes

roseinaugust · 3 years

Text

Like an Old Enemy

Chapter Seven: Meet Me At Our Spot

Summary: Miraculous Enemies AU. Gabriel Agreste has the Black Cat Miraculous in his possession, so when his wife, Emilie, "disappears," he sends his son, Adrien, undercover to pose as Ladybug's partner. Two years later, the once famous duo are sworn enemies. Marinette might have loved Chat Noir once, but now she would stop at nothing to defeat him. Adrien will do whatever it takes to bring his mother back. Best friends in their civilian lives, Adrien and Marinette find obstacles and complications when they can no longer deny their love for each other. But will they be able to understand and forgive the mistakes of their past? Or will they be doomed to end as bitter rivals a second time?

Rated: T

Pairings: Ladybug/Chat Noir Enemies, Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng Mutual Pining

Word Count: 9,027

Read on: ao3

A/N: I am only posting part of this chapter on tumblr so please read the rest on ao3!

“No, Adrien.” Gabriel Agreste said with a note of finality. Adrien’s presence in his office barely disturbed him as he tapped at something on his tablet.

Adrien hadn’t expected his father to agree right away, but the quickness of Gabriel’s refusal made his temper flare. His fingers began to ache as he clenched his hands together behind his back to prevent an outburst. Gabriel couldn’t be bothered to stop working long enough to have a conversation with his son.

Adrien needed to stay focused. He had to be there, he could finally progress with Marinette—although he still didn’t know if it was a date or not. “Father, I understand your concerns,” he didn’t, “but, the entire class is going. It will look suspicious if I am the only one not attending. People are already starting to grow skeptical of how often I miss class, especially after the akuma on the first day of school.” This was a strategy he’d used once before to gain permission to attend Marinette’s birthday party last January.

Adrien knew the best way to convince his father was to target one of the three things that Gabriel believed were important: his mother, control, or the upkeep of public appearances. The first was a nonstarter; any mention of Emilie would result in punishment. The second would only work if Adrien had something to offer his father in return, which he didn’t. The third however was perfect because it threatened the first two. If anyone grew apprehensive of the Agreste family or the Gabriel brand, everything would collapse. They operated precariously, shrouded in the shadow of secrecy, but there was only so much that could be stuffed in a closet or brushed under a rug. Eventually, someone would peak behind the curtain, unless there was no reason for anyone to go searching.

Gabriel’s eyes flickered up to Adrien for the first time during their conversation before returning to his work. “You had a perfectly reasonable excuse to miss class that day for your photoshoot. There is no reason for anyone to suspect that you are Chat Noir.” Adrien pictured the lucky charm in his pocket, a reminder of what he was doing this for.

“It’s not me that they are skeptical of; it’s you.” Gabriel’s focus diverted to Adrien instantly. Although he craved the attention earlier, now Adrien wished his father’s gaze would return to the tablet, or to his designs, or really anywhere that wasn’t him. He squirmed under the scrutiny, fidgeting and taking a step backwards. He could do this, he was going to fight for what he wanted. “Scheduling a photoshoot on the first day of school brought up questions about your parenting. They are concerned that you’re too strict.” His father’s face was unreadable, a neutral landscape with maybe a hint of annoyance, but Adrien knew mines were buried underneath. He needed to tread carefully. “No one believes you are Hawkmoth, but if someone begins to look into our family…” Adrien trailed off at the sight of his father’s hardening face. He gulped. “If you permit me to go tonight, it should be enough to dispel any concerns.”

Gabriel’s brow lowered, his mouth a line of displeasure. He weighed the options before dropping his attention back to the tablet in his hands. “My decision stands. You are not going.”

Adrien dropped his hands from behind his back, unable to restrain himself. “But, wh-why?” He sputtered, incredulous at this refusal. His father ignored him, typical of his dismissals. Adrien was expected to accept the answer and leave, but he stood motionless in the center of the office. He couldn’t accept this, he needed to be at Andre’s tonight. Disbelief mutated into anger. How was he not concerned? Sure, Adrien was exaggerating the severity of his classmate’s suspicions, but how could Gabriel be so blasé? “It’s just ice cream. I’ll be home—”

“No, Adrien.” Gabriel interrupted, refusing to look up at his son. The sucker punch of his father’s stubbornness knocked the wind out of Adrien. Crescent moons imprinted on his palms as he balled his fists by his sides, red-hot anger burning inside him.

“But—” His negotiation attempts were once again cut short.

“No.” Gabriel clipped.

“Why can’t I go with my friends?” The words overflowed before Adrien could stop them. The incessant tapping on the tablet halted at once as Gabriel snapped his focus to his son.

“Friends?” He asked through gritted teeth. “I didn’t send you to school to make friends. You are there to learn Ladybug’s civilian identity—something you have failed to achieve for the past year!” Although Gabriel remained seated, Adrien stayed alert. He was close enough to the door that should his father pounce, he could escape. “I have allowed you to stay in school despite your inadequacy to complete this task, but it seems my generosity has spoiled you. Perhaps I should withdraw you from school.”

Adrien’s eyes widened as he followed the thread of his father’s threat. School was his only lifeline, providing him with a few glorious hours of reprieve from Gabriel and this insufferable house. Without school, he knew the isolation would suffocate him. No Nino, no Marinette, just the expansive fortress of his house and the ever-tightening collar of Gabriel’s control. Any anger welling inside him spiraled down the drain, replaced immediately with quickening heartbeats of dread. “No!” He winced at his desperation and hung his head.

“No what, Adrien?” He scowled at his son, his voice rough as gravel.

“Don’t take me out of school.” Disgust. That’s all Adrien could feel as he begged his father. He was a coward. A useless, intimidated, coward, and he hated himself for the power Gabriel held over him. He’d always surrounded himself with powerful and brave women—his mother, Ladybug, Marinette—to help him find his courage, but without them by his side he was the same scared boy that he feared he would always be. He didn’t have the strength to fight his father alone. And so he didn’t fight; he followed orders, became docile and sacrificed the things he wanted to be able to survive. “Please.” He lifted his head in time to see the twisted turn of glee spreading across his father’s face.

“Very well, but anymore outbursts and I will not be so lenient.”

“Thank you, father.” Adrien choked out, hating the fact that he needed to act grateful to Gabriel.

“Go to your room and be prepared for an akuma tonight.” He resumed working on the tablet.

Although he was dismissed, Adrien stood still, attempting to collect himself. This was not how today was supposed to go. He should be on his way to meet Marinette. She was going to be so disappointed. By some miracle, she had agreed to go with him, and now all of his efforts and anxieties were in vain. She’d understand—she always did when the topic of his father was brought up—but it wouldn’t change the fact that he wasn’t there.

His hands snaked inside his pockets once he started to move towards the exit. His fingers found their way to the lucky charm, a habit after months with the talisman. As much as he wanted to believe in the gift from Marinette, he knew it was obsolete. If it were true, he would have been able to stand up to his father, he would be brave, and free. If it had worked, he would have the things he wanted. Yet, once again, they were just out of his reach. He was a dog, snapping at the tantalizing bone placed farther than his chain allowed. He pulled every which way to reach the prize, but it never budged. He could never get closer, tiring with every second that passed with his struggle, and Gabriel—his owner—loomed behind him, threatening to pull the chain back, dragging Adrien farther and farther away from the bone. Eventually, he would stop struggling; but he still had some bite left in him today.

He reached the heavy wooden door to the foyer and paused. Eyes forward, refusing to look back at his father, Adrien clenched his jaw. Resentment overpowered his obedience as he said, “I wish it were you instead. I wish you had disappeared instead of mom.”

“And I wish it were you.”

A/N: Reminder that this is only part of the chapter so read the rest here

#Miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #ml enemies au #ladynoir enemies #adrienette mutual pining #ladynoir #adrienette #angst fic #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #my fic #like an old enemy

4 notes · View notes

thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 3 years

Note

for the character ask thing - gríma (Ik this is an obvious pick but I love him)

I mean I literally always want to talk about Grima so this is great. Any excuse is a good one.

How I feel about this character

Well I obviously love him. I enjoy characters who have been shunted to the margins in some way, shape, or form - or believe themselves to have been regardless of whether it is an accurate reflection of reality - who then make increasingly Poor Life Choices.

Also he is a great example of how isolation - whether self imposed or imposed by others - can lead to terrible things. In his case, it lead to despair in the world and the ability for people to defeat Sauron which resulted in being bedfellows with Saruman. Despair and the loss of hope and fear are such powerful feelings and I enjoy characters who go down those roads and the many iterations those stories can take.

For poor Grima it ended with him being horrifically mistreated by Saruman - like *horrifically* - then dying.

(I do resent that post by a Particularly Popular Tumblr which pitched Grima as the bad roommate that poor Saruman had to put up with as if it wasn’t Saruman who was browbeating and starving the guy, having him crawl on all fours like a dog, making him eat a hobbit etc. Grima is not a good man but Saruman is worse.)

He’s also a spooky snake man?? Who has some form of magical/words-are-power-becuase-we’re-anglo-saxons-on-horses ability?? Which is rad. And he’s so sassy in the books! He even sasses Treebeard which is very sexy of him. (You know, before he was broken down into a empty husk of a man by a certain wizard.)

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Eomer or no one. Depends on my mood. But I would say it’s 90% Eomer and 10% no one/he’s ace or thereabouts.

I know I’m the odd one out in this very tiny corner of the fandom who doesn’t ship him with Eowyn. But that’s because he is a tiny gay goth and she’s a non-binary queer and they should be friends but not lovers.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Theoden. Hands down. Oh my god I love the idea of Grima just waltzing into Theoden’s office like YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE NONSENSE I HEARD TODAY MY LORD KING. The two just bitching about shit and side-eyeing Gondor.

‘Get your life right, Denethor,’ says Grima, middle earth’s messiest bitch.

If only he didn’t go and ruin it all by committing some light oath-breaking and treason.

For my Rewrite it’s obviously Legolas he’s bro’s with. They’re both uniformly strange. Legolas is 80% feral; Grima is just so messy. So, so messy. Together they’re an unstoppable force of “good gods who let them be friends? Is Legolas fist fighting that orc while Grima runs a book on it? Someone stop them.’

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don’t know that I have an unpopular opinion on him? I suppose, my view that he deserves understanding could be unpopular. Like Sauron, Morgoth, Saruman etc. he didn’t start out the way he became. I think it’s important to understand what made a person the way they are as if you understand that you might because to unpick the knot.

I personally have great sympathy for him but I don’t expect others to.

Oh - he and Gandalf are two sides of the same Odinn Coin. They’re both different aspects of Odinn, essentially. Do with that what you will.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

He should have lived! I’ve banged on about this from time to time but his living would have been a powerful note to end on with the final wrapping up of the war.

One of the tenants of the series is that love and friendship and kindness and generosity of spirit are powerful forces - as powerful, if not more so, than hate. So we have this whole thing about defeating Sauron, melting some nice jewelry, but only the Already Good People live. What about the power of these things to effect fundamental change in someone?

Wounds that make a person do dark things are not formed in isolation - they are born in relationship with others. Therefore healing also must happen in relationship with others.

Essentially, that moment of Frodo’s gesture: You don’t have to go with Saruman. You can leave him, stay with me, take what rest you need.

That gesture is the first step in providing someone the opportunity to take the road of redemption. But everyone who could actually benefit from such an offer (Grima, Denethor etc.) all die. Had a single one of them lived, that would have made for a stronger story.

Sorry for the deluge I just have 500 emotions about Grima and I drop them everywhere.

Thank you so so much for the ask! Feel free to slide into my inbox and ask about Grima anytime, because I love talking about him so much.

#grima wormtongue #lotr #lord of the rings #ask meme #character ask #reply #anon #grima

12 notes · View notes

chuckbass-love · 4 years

Text

Misunderstood | Loki

Pairing : Loki x Female!Reader

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Summary: your childhood friend Loki has changed and you’re worried for him

Word Count: 1,639

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @tomhiddleston-gifs 💗

i hope you enjoy.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Here you are again, staring at him. Admiring him from afar. Loki, your former friend. You’ve grown up with him and you were super close right up until you were teenagers. That’s when it stopped, all contact. He grew distant from everybody including you. You missed him and as it always had been, the crush you had developed on him when you were younger was still very much present now.

You found yourself looking at him whenever you saw him, if he so much as looked your way you’d look down. You weren’t scared of him but you aren’t entirely sure what got into him and why he went so cold. He’s gotten worse in recent years and you had heard some gossip around Asgard about him.

Some people said Odin had taken him from Jotunheim when he was just a baby and Loki had found out not too long ago but that doesn’t explain his behaviour when you were only teenagers.

You always noticed Odin treating Thor with a bit more love than he did with Loki, could that be it?

You look back up him to see him staring down at you “What are you looking at peasant?” he growls and you rip your eyes away from his gaze.

You gather your things from where you’re sat and you go to make your way past him but he grabs a hold of your wrist.

“Staring is rude you know” he spits as he stares you down. “I didn’t mean to stare Loki, it won’t happen again” you rip your wrist away from his grasp and scurry out of the room.

Loki knew you weren’t staring to be rude, he could see that you were only interested but you as well as all of Asgard were interested in why he is the way he is. You were all after gossip on King Odin’s son. Well too bad for you, he wasn’t about to let anyone in.

-----------------------

You made your way into the library to do some extra reading, you loved books. Mostly you read about the history of Asgard and the other realms but you also enjoyed fairy tales too. The typical princess stories. Dreaming of your prince. When picturing your knight in shining armour Loki always came to mind, even now. Despite his recent actions and moods, you saw the good in him.

You knew that deep down he was a good man. Somewhere inside all of that hate and rage was a little boy that just wanted to be loved and feel accepted. He was just misunderstood.

-----------------------

As you walk towards the library the next day you see a crowd gathering. You stroll over to see what all the fuss is about. You get to the front and see guards walking Loki through, he’s chained up on his ankles and wrists. You can’t help but feel awful for him. You wonder what he did. He glances over at you to see the shocked expression plastered across your face with a hint of sadness in your eyes.

“Didn’t i tell you staring was rude you mewling quim?” he hisses.

You look away and make your way out of the crowd, as you walk into the library you overhear some gossip. Apparently Loki waged a war on New York against The Avengers. Thor brought him back once he lost and Odin has sentenced him to life in the Asgard dungeon. You can’t quite believe it. Why would he do this?

You decide to pass on the reading today, you’re far too distracted. As you walk through Asgard to get home, you see Odin talking to Frigga about Loki.

“I’ve tried, lord knows i’ve tried” he sighs and she embraces him into a hug “I know” she coos and they walk away. You get it, he has tried but the way you see it is he hasn’t tried enough to talk to Loki. Maybe you should take it into your hands even if it poses as a risk.

“Thor” you call out and he walks over to you. “Let me talk to him” you beg and he furrows his brows “Y/N Loki is in the dungeon, we can’t get to him” you roll your eyes. “I know you can get me in there, please do it” he looks around him to make sure no one is listening and sighs before he nods.

“You better be quick though” he leads you to the dungeon where they are keeping Loki once he gets the keys. He distracts the guards whilst you sneak in and find Loki’s cell, you see him lay on the bed.

“L-Loki” you stutter as you edge closer to his cell, Thor got you the keys to be able to let yourself in. You know it was dangerous but you were willing to take the risk. You unlock the door and step in, being sure to shut it behind you.

“What do you want peasant?” he mutters as he glares at you

“Well i came to check how you are and i risked a lot to do it but if that’s how you act towards people who care then i’ll take my kindness elsewhere” you turn to walk out but he stops you.

“Wait...stay” a hint of hurt in his voice.

“Why do you continuously push people away? i’ve done nothing but be nice to you our whole lives and yet you stopped talking to me and started treating me like i was nothing to you” the last few words coming out in a soft whisper. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes but you push them back.

“It’s complicated Y/N you would never understand. You could never” he twiddles his thumbs as he looks down. You walk closer and sit next to him on the bed.

“Try me”

He lets out a deep breath. “Well i’m sure you heard that i was born a frost giant, i always had a feeling Odin didn’t see me as an equal to Thor but that confirmed it when i found out. I’ve always felt below them. I never felt accepted by my so called family. I had enough of feeling constantly cast aside and i cut everyone off” he confesses.

“I get it, i noticed it too but cutting everyone off wasn’t the way to go. People do care but you just don’t let them”.

He turns to look at you. “Like who?” he chuckles “Like me, i care... a lot” you smile at him and for a split second you see it, that little boy that you first fell for. The old Loki.

“Why?” it’s like he can’t even fathom someone tolerating him let alone someone caring. “Why are you even here Y/N?” he questions as he walks around his cell.

“I’m here because although you’ve done everything in your power to push me away i refuse to go anywhere and give up on you. After all we were friends once upon a time” he stops in his spot “I like you Loki and i know that’s not something you thought possible, but it’s true. In fact i don’t think the word like even cuts it. I’ve been in love with you since we were children” you surprise yourself with your courage. This is the part where he kicks you out.

“You love me? You must be insane. I’m evil” he slumps himself back against the wall, sliding down in defeat. “You’re not evil Loki. You’re misunderstood” you walk over to him and lift his chin so he can look up to you.

“I don’t deserve your generosity and kindness” you look deep into his eyes, almost getting lost in them. This is your moment, you know you don’t have much longer with him and you highly doubt Thor can help out again.

Kiss him.

You lean in and press your lips to his gently, his lips are soft and so is the kiss. You go to pull away but he pulls you back. The kiss deepens and you can practically feel the need from him and see the fireworks going off in your mind. Has he felt the same way this whole time too?

You pull away and stare at each other in shock. “I best get going, i left Thor to distract the guards for me. I doubt he’ll be able to do it much longer” you giggle. You stand up and walk towards the door of the cell. “Y/N” he calls, you turn to face him “Thank you. If this is the last time i see you then i should probably tell you that i feel the same” wait what?

“What do you mean?” you know what he means, you just want to hear him say the words that you’ve longed to hear.

“I love you too. I don’t know why i never said it before” you give him a soft smile and head out. You lock his cell door and head towards the entrance to find Thor still chatting away to the guards. He’s telling them about The Avengers and Jane.

You sneak past them and shortly after he follows and catches up to you.

“Well?” you hand him the keys “what happened?” he nags “nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about Thor” you giggle, twirling a strand of your hair on your finger as you head home.

You didn’t need to tell anyone. What happened in that cell would always remain solely between you and Loki.

56 notes · View notes

botwstoriesandsuch · 4 years

Text

An Enjoyable Evening Part 3 of 3 The Legend of Zelda: Breath of The Wild Revali x Reader

Hello! This is actually my first time requesting on Tumblr May I request a Revali x Reader? I really liked the last one you did and I was wondering if you could do a continuation of that oneshot. I'm curious of how the party will turn out. Will the other Champions be suprised that Revali bought a "date?" :0

Here’s the final part to the series! Sorry if the ending is rushed, enjoy!

Also yes, this was reposted, because I was trying to edit a typo on my phone and I accidentally deleted the entire thing...good job me!

It was around 9pm when the two of you landed at the castle grounds. The towering stone walls of the castle were in stark contrast with the tranquil view of nature you had witnessed in the sky not an hour earlier. Revali was leading you through a stone path. Ahead you could see a silver gazebo, with cream colored lanterns illuminated the surroundings, basking nobles and servants alike with light. Figures of blue, gold, black, and red drifted and danced through grass. While most seemed to be Hylian, there were also Zora, Sheikah, and other races in the mix. The night air was now cool, winds only strong enough to barely sway the lanterns. You walked behind the Rito as a guard approached the two of you.

“Ah, Master Revali. We thank you for your presence tonight.” He gave a polite bow. His deep blue outfit, adorned with silver trimming and gold tassels, gave an aura of authority. “The Princess and the other Champions are here, shall I show you to them?”

“No, I don’t need an escort, thank you. I have the gift of sight so I’m sure I’ll manage fine.”

“Alright then, how about you lover here?”

“My wha-”

You both suddenly tensed. Revali’s feathers poofed up. You shuffled to the side and put some distance between you and Revali. The two of you started speaking rapidly over each other.

“Oh no, he’s not my— ”

“Uh, no. That’s not. they didn’t actually want to be here—”

“He’s incredibly annoying, and we hate each oth—”

“I mean, me, with a Hylian, *cough* obviously I w—”

“Well I don’t hate him, I’m just not, er—”

“Who would surround themselves with such a rude, and intelligent, b-but mostly rude—”

“—um, the point it”

“We’re just friends.” You both finally sputtered out in unison. When you went to look at Revali, your eyes met, and you both quickly turned away. Your cheeks were on fire. WHY? Why were they on fire???? The guard stood there with a raised eyebrow, staring at you both blankly.

“…OK then.” An awkward silence. “So, do you want me to—”

“We’ll just be on our way then!”

Revali quickly grabbed your hand before pulling you away towards the courtyard. You moved past the guard with steps, wanting to leave behind the embarrassing scene as fast as possible. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to take your mind off it as when you approached the rest of the party, delicious smells filling the air.

You stopped in your tracks, taking in the full picture. Tables were lined up on the side, cloaked in white cloth. On them, sat plates and plates and plates of food, more than you had ever seen in your life! There was meat and sauce and fish and steamed vegetables. Cakes and sweets and stews and rice. And in the center of it all sat a tower of exotic fruits, filled to the brim with apples, berries, hydromelons, bananas, and palm fruit. Sweet and savory aromas filled the air, not clashing, but blending into indescribable sensations that allowed you to taste everything before you could even touch it.

You then noticed Revali staring, how long had he been observing you?.

“What?”

“Why are you smiling so much? I thought the sight of such a large gathering might intimidate you.”

“Oh it does, but the food! Can you smell all that?? The food! It smells so good here…”

“Yes, well you see at parties, typically people attempt to enjoy themselves by eating edible foods, rather than five-day-old honeyed candies that you store away in a desk for when you stay up all night.”

You ignored his comment. “I’m going to the buffet.”

“Woah-woah, wait. We had a deal didn’t we? I’m sure you’ll still have ti—”

“A-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh!” You held a finger up to his face. “Hold your beak giant cucco, it’ll be just for a minute. I’ll come back if some boring noble attempts to bend your ear. Besides,” You gestured towards a Goron, Gerudo, and Zora, all adorned with bright blue garments. They were looking at Revali with curious expressions, seemingly wanting to approach . “It seems there are people here who have made the mistake of wanting to talk with you. I wouldn’t want to intrude on such a rare occurrence.”

Before he had a chance to object, you raced off towards the buffet.

… . .

“So, who was that?”

Revali sighed. “Just some scientist that desperately wanted to attend this event. So I did them a favor, considering I am known for my boundless generosity. It really doesn’t concern you, Urbosa.”

“OH-HO! You have a DATE, Revali?!?” Daruk slapped him across the back, playfully. Revali stumbled forward, nearly tripping over himself.

“AGH! Would you— ugh, first off,” he turned to face Urbosa, Daruk, and Mipha, “their name is [Name], and as I just stated, they’re not a date. If anything, we’re enemies, I don’t like them, we hate each other.” Mipha tilted her head askew. Urbosa cocked an eyebrow. “Secondly, [she’s/he’s] incredibly boring. Don’t bother asking them questions about me, or them, or how they got here, or how we met, anything that might cause unnecessary embarrassment between the two of you. As I said, they’re not that interesting, so I’ll be taking the burden of speaking with them throughout the night. Understand?

“Thirdly,” Revali glared at Daruk, “I would appreciate it if you didn’t bellow out things like that in the future. I’m sure [Name] wouldn’t appreciate you acting out so brashly during the night.”

“Aw,” Urbosa cooed, “Is Revali afraid we’ll scare away his date?”

Daruk gave out a mighty laugh, accompanied by Mipha’s giggling. Revali then shot daggers at Urbosa.

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

“Yes I know, that’s why we laughed.” Urbosa gave out a smirk. Mipha started to snicker.

“Look little Rito,” Daruk moved closer, attempting to give a more gentle pat on his back. “I’m sure your buddy there is really great.”

“Did you say, little?”

“It’s nice to see you making new friends! Better than you being cooped up at the flight range every day, right? None of us are judging you here, we’re happy for you! I’m sure [Name] is a great, poised, confident, and respectable Hylian.”

CRASH!

The four Champions, along with the other startled guests, suddenly turned towards the buffet table where the noise originated from. The once towering fruit pile now sat collapsed in the dirt. The table it rested on was now a mess of colorful juices and littered utensils. Beside the scene, stood you, arms full of exotic fruits. Revali sighed, then chuckled to himself.

“Well, you never fail to make things more interesting, huh?”

He stared at the scene as he watched servants come rushing in to attend to the situation. “Definitely more exciting than spending anymore time praising that pesky knight.” After a moment, Revali turned back to the others. His eyes narrowed.

“Where is Link anyway?��

… . .

You were shuffling between the servants, desperately trying to apologize for the mess you made.

“I am so, so sorry! I was just trying to move a random durian, and the whole thing just fell, I’m so sorry. The structure of the tower was off anyway, maybe you should add a frame behind it or something…without any infrastructure it was bound to fall sooner or later, it’s as tall as a Vah Naboris…n-not that I’m trying to blame this on you! It’s my fault, obviously, just, you know, it could have been prevented if the fancy lords and ladies put a bit more effort into public safety rather than grandiose gestures…but again, I’m really, really sorry.”

The servant waved you off bluntly, as if to say “it’s fine.” You attempted to spout out more words, in your ever expanding internal conflict of apologizing sincerely, but not sucking up to the noble guests who were eyeing you with distaste. However, you comically slipped on a banana peel.

“Wha—OH SH-”

The world tilted, as just as you were sure you were able to eat dirt, someone caught you. You staggered onto your feet and turned around.

“That was close. Thank you so much…” your eyes suddenly widened, “Master Link?”

Link shook his head and waved his arms. It’s not a problem, he seemed to say. You stood there blankly. You had heard about the Champion Link. Supposedly he rarely spoke, only in instances when it was necessary, or if he couldn’t communicate with his body language. He was wearing his bright blue tunic, the same shade as Revali’s scarf, and it was outlined with pearl white designs, spiraling down his chest in the shape of the Master Sword.

He then started moving his hands, around. His fingers danced through the air, leaving you a bit confused, before it hit you. Oh! He’s using Hylian sign-language. Really committed to keeping silent, then. You asked him to repeat the motions before you understood.

Can you understand?

“Yeah, I learned Hylian sign in college.”

That’s good. Not many know it now-a-days. Are you all right?

“Nearly fell flat on my butt, but I’m fine now, thanks to you.”

Is your name [Name]?

“…yes, how did you know?”

Revali used to talk about you a lot.

You gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Oh really? That’s…nice.” You moved your fingers through your hair in an attempt to give your hands something to do. “Master Link is rather blunt, isn’t he?” You thought.

You know, in Rito culture, they typically trade their feathers to show affection.

“What?”

“AH! Would you look who it is, the knight of the hour!”

Revali appeared behind you, but was looking at Link with a stern expression.

“Happy anniversary of pulling out the Master Sword. I hope you’re enjoying yourself, considering the King and Princess insisted on celebrating with all the useless pomp and grandeur, we could muster.”

Link just started blankly. Then, after a moment he just gave a thumbs-up.

“Well, there’s no need to irk [Name] or I with your presence any longer. I’m sure there are a variety of other guests that would trip over themselves for a word or two with you. No point in talking any further with [Name], so why don’t you start intruding on the other guests’ conversations.”

The knight looked between the two of you, still standing quietly, a confused expression just barely creeping onto his face. Then, he snuck a quick smirk your way, whatever that meant.

“Flap to it then!”

Link moved his shoulders up and down, shrugging. He waved to you before moving back towards the crowds. You glanced at Revali.

“The hell was that?”

“Come with me, I’ll help get you cleaned up.”

… . .

You stood in the gazebo, its marble structure glistening around you, as if it brought the stars themselves down to sit on the grass.

“And here I thought I was special”

“What?”

“Back there with Link? Well, it’s nice to know I’m not the only person in your life that you’re so rude too.”

He scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re the one who startled the guests and tainted the party’s entire mood by wreaking havoc on these innocent fruits.” He picked off a piece of apple out of your hair. “Now your whole look is ruined.”

You shrugged. “Can’t go anywhere but up from here, right? Look on the bright side, the conversation tonight might start focusing on the clumsy, idiot scientist rather than the ‘little knight’ or the other Champions.”

Revali shook his head, a typical smirk on his face. “Shut up so I can actually make you look presentable. Here.”

He took something out of the pouch by his side. A cleaned, silver quill, more specifically, your quill. Before you had the chance to question him. He plucked a few of the loose feathers on his wing. He then wrapped them around the quill and presented it to you.

“Deep, navy blue, like a setting starry sky, pairs well with the silver, no?”

“Right. And I should care…because?”

He sighed. “Well, a crimson tunic wouldn’t be my first choice of pairing,” Revali set the weave of feathers behind your ear and through your hair, “but it looks good enough on you.”

You brushed the feathers behind your ear. They were soft, the edges bending ever so slightly in the calm breeze. Suddenly, the realization hit you as you remembered Link’s words, or hand gestures. Immediately, your face suddenly became flustered, cheeks starting to pink from blushing.

“Uh, so Revali?”

“Yes?”

“About my quills, uh,” your voice was resigned, almost meek, “my quills, they’re probably the closest thing I have to feathers, right?”

“Well, I suppose—”

“Kinda funny how we’ve been trading them around, huh?”

Now it was Revali’s turn to get flustered. His feathers were poofing up, once again. The gazebo was silent was silent for a few moments as you both looked into each other’s eyes.

“So, you know? When did you find out about the tradition?”

“Like 15 minutes ago.”

“Huh.”

The air was still once more. For an eternity, you watched the sky. The same sky that Revali had flown through, as he showed off his grand entrances and moves, the same sky that you had seen as as you drifted above the world. And now, it was the same sky, that you both looked at together. At just the right angle, you could look past the stone walls and gaze at the fields of Hyrule. Looking towards the eastern most part, you could see crimson hues just starting to rise. It was late, or perhaps it was very early? It didn’t matter, because despite this, the stars continued to wink in the west. They were perched on a canopy of ink, strokes of indigo were painted underneath as the stars glistened above both you and Revali’s reach. Finally, he broke the silence.

“[Name],” Revali stood up, pacing around the gazebo, “look, I think you’re incredibly smart and sharp tongued and attractive and charming, and an all around brilliant person. Sometimes, I’d be annoyed by you’re stupidly blunt comments, and other times I can’t get enough of our idiotic banter. For the longest time, I couldn’t fathom why I was always looking forward to our next meeting. It took me a humiliating amount of time to come to the simple conclusion that…I enjoyed spending time with you.” He paused and turned his head back at you. “And I want to do it more often…”

You sat there, smiling. Look at feather face over here, pouring his heart out. You couldn’t hide the blushing on your cheeks. Your fingers continued to graze the feathers in your hair. However, Revali seemed to take your silence the wrong way

“U-unless of course you don’t feel the same way!” Revali started sputtering out nonsense. “Wait, wait, this was a joke! My acting skills are quite convincing, I know. Obviously, you prefer to keep stay friends, right? I mean, platonic friendships are just as strong. Anyone would be lucky to simple be good friends with me anyway, It—”

“Ok, now’s the part where you shut up.”

“—and I would, wait what?”

You got up, and pecked a kiss on the tip of Revali’s beak.

“I said, now’s the part where you shut up”

#botw #loz botw #breath of the wild #revali #revali botw #revali x reader #x reader #urbosa botw #urbosa #daruk botw #botw daruk #mipha botw #mipha #link botw #link #zelda

102 notes · View notes

somedrunkpirate · 4 years

Text

In the dark we travel (Geraskier Sci-fi au)

The witcher fandom yelled at me so hard more gays in space spawned, I love yall. Chapter 2 just got posted.

Chapter 1 (Tumblr) | Chapter 2 (this post)| Chapter 1 (ao3) | Chapter 2 (ao3)

Though Geralt has been on large ships often, there is something about Garbagecrafts that looms over you when you enter. Walking over the edge of the doorway is akin to stepping into the maw of a creature, a cavernous space opening up before in a tunnel, leading only to greater open halls. The bowels of the beast with thin walkways crawling up walls that reach 20, maybe even 30 meters.

The echo doesn’t help matters. Even though the first three halls they pass are almost filled to the brim with labyrinths of containers, the sound of footsteps ricochets off the metal floor and comes back multiplied a dozen times over. It disorientates Geralt, the echo overlaying with actual sounds to such an extent that it is hard to know where anything is coming from. It will be better slightly further down, he knows, where the walls taper off to a humble 15 metres.

Every Garbagecraft is built the same way. You have the smaller, lower level, where engines reside on one side, and the dangerous and toxic wastes reside on the other, guarded and secured. Then you have the second level, the one they’ve just entered, where the majority of the trash is stored in those endless halls of space. Some elect to spend their time there, in between the containers— mostly those who are able to trance or hibernate in some manner or another. A way to biologically skip the time.

But for those who need some measure of utilities, the best bet is to come as close to the third level as possible. The crew eats, drinks and sleeps there. If you’re lucky, there are bathrooms and showers just in between the second and third level, for the lowest of the workers to use.

The crafts are made to be manned for long periods of time. Geralt has heard of people who have been on a single garbage run for over three years. They go from planet to planet, picking up specific kinds of garbage that can be reused or destroyed in other parts of the galaxy. This one seems to be most focused on fuels— biological, chemical, quantisable, Geralt can smell all kinds —though they always have some bays open for more general waste that can be discarded off anywhere.

Theirs is a service that goes beyond borders or politics. There have been so many planets and societies either destroyed or corrupted by their own waste, that there is an understanding among the galaxy that the disposal of materials is something that must be done with equity and generosity. No society is too small to have the right to ask a Garbagecraft coming to their docks.

And of course, with any service that is for the good of all and has no motive other than necessity, the ships are perpetually understaffed.

This is how they can carry people, as well as waste. For all intents and purposes, they all just got hired.

“Are you going to claim a bunk?” Jaskier is saying, forcing Geralt to realise that he’s still walking beside him. “You’d have the right to it.”

“Hmm.”

“That doesn’t actually illuminate anything.”

Geralt shrugs.

“You’d have to right to it. This place must be hell for you.”

Geralt doesn’t respond. It isn’t that he’s wrong, but Geralt has no intention to wade into the utter mess that is the bunk claiming process. If you could call it a process. The Sketh will likely get her way, she’s shown her willingness to use her blaster in any manner she sees fit on the platform. But despite Jaskier’s idealistic declaration, the art of getting a bunk is much more about status than merely intimidation.

There are rules in places like this— lives like these. Who is supposed to interact with whom. Where you can sit with, who you can drink with. There are three sizes of it: species, role, influence. Jaskier is going to be high up in all— humans tend to have the unerring ability to elevate themselves above others, even if it is just through sheer annoyance. His role as a Bard will gather him many accolades, as few people have an ability that is actually of use during their stay. And well, on influence. He’s shown his mastery of that on the platform as much the Sketh showed her volatile nature. Jaskier will have no trouble getting a bunk, nor gathering food, drink, protection, companionship, and all else you might need.

Geralt, on the other hand—

There is little consensus whether Ancienthunters even should be considered a species, rather than an augmented experiment with admittedly, some use to them. Their trade of killing the worst the universe has to offer earns them less than respect. Many believe even the proximity to those creatures leaves the hunters tainted and prone to corruption. Influence is a hilarious afterthought, not even worth mentioning. He could use his sword, or Roach, to be convincing, in some sense of the word. But there must be more than a hundred people down below, and the moment the crew hears of a wayward Hunter, terrorizing the people, he’ll be outside the ship’s walls faster than he can blink.

He won’t get a bunk. That’s just the way it is.

Jaskier is about to say something else when they turn a corner, and the last cargo hall opens up before them.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

The last hall is where most people congregate, only because that is where the main airflow system resides. The big blades of ventilators cast a damp breeze through the area. Horrible still, but marginally better compared to the labyrinths down the hall. The further wall also gives access to the third level, and with a measure of relief Geralt can see small neon signs of pointing arrows with shower and toilet symbols.

But the best thing— the reason why Jaskier sounded so utterly delighted, is half of the hall is empty. There are a few containers stacked to the side, and three large piles of miscellaneous crap greet them besides the entrance, but other than that, they have about half a hover-hockey stadium all to themselves.

“They must be planning to do a pick up at The Grand Station,” Jaskier muses, smiling. “Oh this is going to make it suck so much less. Look! There are even cots put out-- those military folding beds, and there is a bar! Made from empty fuel drums, but still. They must have had a lot of stowaways here before.”

“Running low on funds,” Geralt says. It's the only reason why they actually would be catering to their technically illegal passengers. It belies a sense of desperation. Geralt’s gaze casts around the area, wondering dimly if there are any repairs the crew has been procrastinating due to lack of cash flow. Last thing they need is for the water to stop running, or worse still, for the engines to.

“Or,” Jaskier says, eyebrows raised, “They figured we would appreciate not sleeping on the ground.”

Geralt snorts.

“Ah, you’re one of those. The world is never dark enough in your eyes, is it?”

“I’m not the one keeping you here,” Geralt says, low and without inflection.

Jaskier laughs like he made a particularly good joke. “You say so, but there is something magnetising about that perpetual frown. How does he manage it? Is there a limit to one's ability to glare on a daily basis? Can you get stuck like that?”

“If you are going to ask me to smile—“

“I have more self preservation than that.”

Geralt tilts his head, makes a noise that could be construed as questioning.

“She wouldn’t have actually shot me. Much too messy.”

“Hmm.”

“Risk assessment is something I am particularly good at.”

And yet you insist on talking to me, Geralt doesn’t say.

As they walk, they’re coming nearer the open space where some of the travellers have already laid claim to a few of the cots. The Pervuvians have gathered about a dozen, laid them out in a circle, and are guarding them like dragons on a hoard of gold. A group of humans have set up a few closer to the makeshift bar. Two women, one with tight braids piled on top of her head and the other with long blond curls that must be fake, are already pouring drinks and cleaning plastic shot glasses. Yur and Decalons have gathered together, the neighbour species sharing their space much as their planets do, some even preening each other’s feathers and making quiet conversation.

There are other little groups scattered around the area, and Geralt knows not to approach any. He stops at the last row of sporadically stacked containers. There are two that come from the wall on either side of a ladder, that leads to a small square grate hanging like a small balcony over them. It must have been once connected to a larger walkway, but Geralt can just see the haphazardly welded edges of it— maybe someone was too enthusiastic placing containers and broke through it.

In any case, the space between the container stacks will serve as a nice place for Roach to stay, and she’ll stand vigil before the ladder. The grate won’t be comfortable, but it hangs right in the shadow— the rows of yellow industrial lights barely miss it — and from that height, he’ll be able to keep an eye on things.

It takes Jaskier a few steps to notice that Geralt has turned right.

“Where are you goin— really? This is where you’re going to stay?”

“Didn’t ask.”

“My judgements are always unsolicited and free of charge, and I think this is bullshit. You’re going to fall off of there, or at least break your back on that grate.”

Geralt ignores him and folds out a water tray for Roach. He should have enough hydration packages for a week or so before needing to get tap water in the bathrooms.

“Is being stubborn something they teach you or is it something innate.”

Geralt shrugs.

“I won’t be here if you’re gonna complain about not being able to sleep.”

Geralt turns to him, looks him in the eye and says, “Good.”

Jaskier throws his hands up. “I don’t know why I even— You know what. Fine. I’ll come back once you’re less—“ He makes a vague hand motion that encompasses Geralt’s general form, “— this.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Would booze help?”

“Hmm.”

“I’m choosing to take that as a yes because I desperately need some at this point.”

“Sounds like it.”

Jaskier makes another exasperated sound and begins to walk away.

Geralt hesitates for a moment. Roach stares at him and then leans in to huff a warm breath in his face.

Fine.

“Jaskier.”

The footsteps halt at once.

“Yes?”

“Stay away from the old timer. Blue uniform. Wrinkles.”

“What. Why?”

“Just do it.”

There is pause.

“You’re not going to give me a straight answer, are you.”

“Hmm.”

Another, longer, silence. Pacing, and then a sudden chuckle.

“You’re insufferable, you know that.”

Geralt takes a deep breath, sighs it out through his nose.

He braces himself when Jaskier continues speaking, but what he hears is:

“I’ve never met a man so interesting and yet so reluctant to be at the same time in my goddamn life and I swear to you, I will figure you out.”

And with that, Jaskier leaves.

Geralt has absolutely no idea how to feel about any of it.

Roach looks at him knowingly, presses her snout against his shoulder for a moment, and then turns to drink some water.

Geralt rolls his eyes and begins to climb the ladder.

Up above he can see the commotion as the last wave of passengers arrive and the people begin to out divide the cots. He should be keeping an eye out for conflict, keeping track of who is willing to fight, who is impulsive, who is calculated. But Geralt finds himself watching as Jaskier makes his way through the crowd, slipping through all designated areas in brash ignorance of any social rules. Somehow he’s never met with a fist as he does so. Instead, wherever he goes, he draws out the species’ best approximation of a bemused smile. They seem unsure what to do with him at first, but one by one, he manages to lead them to an easy and harmless solution: to have fun.

It doesn’t take very long before laughter cascades the hall. Rounds are had, songs are sung.

Geralt sits above, iron pressing cold lines into his back, and watches.

He thinks that once or twice, Jaskier looks up, and watches back.

The merry sounds only let off when the ship gives a roaring rumble, and familiar alarms go off warning everyone aboard to take hold and sit tight.

There are no belts in this place, but as everyone hunkers down, holding pipes and walls and each other, the ship lurches into motion.

Geralt closes his eyes, trying to breath through the building pressure without throwing up.

The ship tilts, dives lower, accelerates. Beds and people alike begin to list to the side.

But with a sudden burst of force, the ship rightens and stabilises. The walls behind Geralt tremble still as different parts of the ship move and interlock with each other— going from the standard dock positions to long void travel.

One of the platforms that had been folded up now shifts away, and opens up a small window on the opposite wall. Most everyone’s eyes are drawn to it one by one, as they slowly watch Zevos’ many purple moons becoming smaller and smaller, before the planet itself is swallowed mostly by the light of its sun.

They have four days before that too, will disappear entirely.

Geralt heaves a deep sigh.

The journey has truly begun.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #witcher #the witcher #geralt/jaskier #witcher fic #myfic #in the dark we travel #scifi au #alternate universe scifi #this is 100% the fandom's fault #more be coming

18 notes · View notes

lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

Text

[created by: --rainboweyes--]

Why did you last feel like crying? Ever since the pandemic started almost a year ago and we were in quarantine, I’ve put off seeing one of my doctors. Well, I’m going to have to bite the bullet and make an appointment soon and I’m just really nervous about it because it’s been so long and I worry there could be something wrong. I always expect the worst.

How long ago and why did you last feel infuriated? Hm. It’s been awhile.

Do emotions control you or do you control your emotions? Oh, my emotions most definitely control me.

Do you keep your friends secrets/private information to yourself? Yes.

What negative quality do your friends bring up the most? I don’t have any friends, but in the past I’ve had friends tell me I’m too hard on myself.

What quality do you think you have that others don't think you do? I’m weak, not strong. <<< Yeah, people tend to think I’m strong and brave and I’m so not. I’m weak and scared.

Do you often "jump" to conclusions? When it comes to stuff relating to myself, yes. Like, I jump to the worst case scenarios all the time.

Would you let your best friend babysit your younger sibling? My younger sibling is almost 22 years old lol.

Do you find being alone with strangers scary, interesting or indifferent? It’s uncomfortable and makes me anxious.

Do you think you know a lot about the world? I wouldn’t say a lot. There’s so much to learn and much I don’t understand.

What about the world do you wish you never found out? I don’t know.

Do you know first aid? No. Does the sight of blood make you feel sick? Yes.

Does your first name have an L in it? Nope.

Middle name have a C in it? Nope.

Last name have a R in it? Yes.

Do your initials spell a legitimate word? If so, what? Nope.

The word above, does it have any connection to you at all?

Do you prefer classic rock or alternative? Alternative, but I like both.

Do you like Kings of Leon? Yeah.

How about The Script? Yes.

Does crying make you feel better? It can help a little.

Do you know a girl called Becca? Nope. How about a guy called Gregory? Nope.

Does someone’s background effect whether you'll be friends with them or not? It would have to be something really bad.

How about their religious background? No, I can be friends with people who have different religious beliefs than I do.

If someone admitted cheating in a past relationship of theirs, would you trust them? That would make things difficult, for sure. I think I’d always have that in my mind and it might cause me to look for or see things that make me think he’s cheating. Like, I might not think anything of a particular thing had they not told me that, but since they did I see it differently, ya know? I’ve never been in that situation so I can’t say for sure, but I think it would affect things.

Do you drink tea and/or coffee every day? Yes, I have to have my coffee.

Did you ever want to be a cook as a kid? No.

How about a fashion designer? No.

Do you wish that magic was real? I mean, it’d be pretty cool. And convenient. But of course there’s a bad side to it cause it could be used for the wrong things.

What food would you love to wipe off the face of the earth? I don’t feel that strongly about foods I don’t like, I simply just don’t eat them.

Can you use a bottle opener? Yes?

Do you own a cheese grater? No.

What time will it be in 38 minutes time? 11:18PM.

What day/date will it be in 11 days time? Thursday, February 4th, 2021, my brother’s birthday.

Have you ever owned a pet fish? I had a fish tank full of fish when I was a kid.

Do you prefer fire or ice? I like cozy fires in the fireplace and bonfires.

Do you rap along with rap songs? Ha, I can attempt to.

When happy, do you become more talkative? Yeah, I do.

Bowling or sailing? Why? Neither. Not my thing.

What color is your kettle? I don’t have one.

How about your microwave? It’s black.

Do you prefer sitting in the front or back of a car? I like sitting in the front.

How about in a train? I’ve never been on a train.

On the bus? I had to sit in the middle cause that’s where the wheelchair seating was.

Do you care about politics? I do.

Blair or Brown? Who?

When did you last cook something from scratch? I don’t cook from scratch. Or cook at all, really, except for ramen.

What things make you jealous? I feel envy more than jealousy. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt jealous.

Are you offended easily by non politically correct language? No, I wouldn’t say that.

Do you think the censors/fcc go a bit too far or are just right? I never understood how they chose which curse words you can and can’t say on TV or in songs.

Do you feel hungry, thirsty, sleepy or none of the above? I’m hungry, but I’m waiting a little bit before I make some ramen.

What's your I.Q? I don’t remember the number, but it fell under above average. IQ tests are whatever anyway.

What's your Mum's Mum called? I called her grandma.

How about your Dad's Dad? I call him papa.

Do you prefer crepes, pancakes or waffles? I like each of those, but waffles are my favorite.

Do you have ice-cream in your fridge right now? I think we do.

How about chicken nuggets? No.

Do you eat fish often? I don’t eat fish ever. Or any seafood.

Have you ever taken a martial art? Which one{s}? Nope.

Do you know anyone who is scared of you? Uh, no.

Do you like watermelon? Yeah.

Can you remember the month of your first kiss? It was October, 2015.

Do you make friends easily? Not necessarily friends, but I got along with everyone.

What makes you different from everyone else? Being a paraplegic makes me different than a lot of people.

I give you a piece of paper. What do you draw/write on it? When I doodle, I tend to write random stuff in cursive as well as like hearts, stars, and squiggles all over.

What pictures or photos are up in your lounge? Is that my bedroom? I have a few giraffe paintings and a couple beach ones.

Do you like purple and white patterned things? Sure.

Do you know anyone called Pipa? I just think of Pippa Pig lol.

I say purple, you think... Grapes.

What do you think is the most interesting thing about you? Nothing at all.

Do you like being complimented or does it make you uncomfortable? I mean, it’s nice, but I’m just so awkward. And in my head I’m like, “ew, no not true” cause I think negatively about myself.

Does the description of your starsign correspond with your personality? Not at all. I’m so opposite of how a Leo is described.

Do you have a photo album? We have a ton of them. And I have a lot of digital photo albums, too.

What artists paintings do you find the most beautiful? There’s numerous beautiful paintings.

What about the most disturbing? I can’t think of a specific one offhand.

Have you ever gone to a camp or summer school? Yes to both. I’ve been to science camp and Girl Scout camp. I also did summer school once in middle school cause I missed a lot of school due to a long hospital stay, and the other times were mostly voluntary while at community college to get classes out of the way quicker. There was just one time I had to retake a math course.

What was your favorite cartoon as a child? I was into the cartoons on Nickelodeon, PBS, Disney, Kids WB, and Fox Kids in the 90s.

What was your biggest fear as a child? The dark and bugs.

Would you rather be able to fly or breathe underwater? Fly.

What about invisibility or mindreading? Invisibility.

Do you like what you see in the mirror? Not at all. :/

Which stereotype do you dislike the most? There’s many, but I came across this and it’s worded well, “The burden of disability is unending; life with a disabled person is a life of constant sorrow, and the able-bodied stand under a continual obligation to help them. People with disabilities and their families -- the "noble sacrificers" -- are the most perfect objects of charity; their function is to inspire benevolence in others, to awaken feelings of kindness and generosity.”

Can you remember all your past teachers names? Not all, but a lot of them.

Do you like talent shows? Which ones? I like The Voice.

Have you ever failed an important exam? In what? Yes, in math.

Do you find people taller than you intimidating? As someone in a wheelchair most people are taller than me except for small children. I do feel awkward around really tall people.

Do you think you are better than people of a different country/background? Absolutely not.

Who is your favorite bzoinker? I don’t go on Bzoink.

What websites do you have bookmarked? I have a few on the bookmark toolbar: Google, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, YouTube, and Pinterest.

Do you use bows and ribbons to decorate your gifts? I just use the bows that easily stick on.

Do you listen to the same type of music as your parents? What type is that? We like a lot of the same music. What TV show scared you as a kid? Are You Afraid of the Dark? <<< The intro always got me haha. I still liked watching it, though.

Family Guy, The Simpsons or South Park? Why? None of ‘em.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

1 note · View note

ryqoshay · 5 years

Text

Happy Life: Romeohane

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: ~3.2k Rating: T’ish? AU: Angelic? Time Frame: Sometime during their college years Story Arc: Stand Alone

Author’s Note: Thank you, tumblr, for removing the Thematic Break function from Rich Text editing. This has made posting my fics here so~ much easier. /sarcasm

Riko looked up from her doujin. Was Yoshiko performing a ritual? Strange, the younger girl typically announced when she was streaming. Riko had always assumed this was mostly out of pride, as Yoshiko unquestionably enjoyed the performances and was proud of the viewerbase she maintained. However, recently, Riko had begun to suspect her roommate wanted her, specifically, to watch and maybe, possibly, even participate.

Riko focused her attention to try to pick out what was being said, but could only determine Yoshiko’s tone. Though the words were muffled by the wall separating their rooms, there was no mistaking the dramatic voice of the fallen angel Yohane.

Driven by curiosity, Riko hopped off her bed and made her way to her roommate’s door.

“As daylight doth a lamp. Her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.”

Now in the hallway, with only a hollow, wooden door between them, Riko could understand what Yoshiko was saying. And she had heard those phrases before.

“Yocchan?” Riko called, knocking.

“R-Riri?!” Yoshiko sputtered in surprise. “C-come in!”

“I thought you were maybe streaming, but…” Riko said as she opened the door.

“No, uhm, sorry…” Yoshiko smiled sheepishly. “I was actually rehearsing my lines and kinda forgot you were here. Sorry if I was too loud.”

“Not at all.” Riko assured as she shook her head. “I was just curious. You told me you got the lead, but you never told me the play.” Though she had a pretty good idea after what she had just heard.

Yoshiko’s grin grew more confident. “Despite this being merely her second production, Yohane has proven herself worthy of securing the lead role in the most tragic of tales.” She announced proudly, striking a pose. “A classic story scribed by none other than the Bard himself, about star-crossed lovers and their regrettable fate.”

“You club is performing Romeo and Juliet?”

“I was just about to say that!” The blue-haired girl complained, her voice rising in pitch as her fallen angel persona was forgotten for a moment.

“That’s wonderful. Congratulations again on getting the lead!”

“I mean,” Yoshiko regained her composure with a smirk “Riri is quite perceptive; determining the play as well as character Yohane has assumed based on only a few lines. As expected of an elite little demon.”

“Do you need any help?”

Once again, the persona faltered as Yoshiko seemed caught off guard by the offer.

“That’s the balcony scene, right?” Riko continued when the younger girl didn’t reply. “I can read Juliet’s lines if you would like.”

“Riri playing the part of Juliet…” Yoshiko considered, looking over the older girl. “A felicitous role for a fair maiden destined to fall alongside Yohane. Very well.” She extended he hand. “Let us elevate you to a position befitting of the scene.”

Destined to fall…? Riko felt her cheeks warm as she accepted the offer. Yoshiko was already playing up her own part and she couldn’t help feeling a little enthralled.

“You want me to stand on the bed…?” Riko couldn’t help questioning as Yoshiko guided her up.

“M’lady is most certainly welcome to kneel, should she prefer as such.”

“Alright…”

“Thou shall be needing these parchments.” Yoshiko handed her a copy of the script.

“Thank you.”

“And with that, I shall as well take a knee so as thus to preserve the proper perspective.”

Riko felt her heartrate spike as she watched Yoshiko make great show of kneeling. And again when she looked up at her with a dashing smile.

“Do… uhm…” Riko cleared her throat in an attempt to do the same for her mind. “Do you want to just pick up where you left off?”

“That I do.” Yoshiko nodded curtly.

“Alright…” Riko took a deep breath let it out quickly to focus on getting into character.

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!”

“Ay me!”

“She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven”

As Yoshiko continued her lines, Riko found herself having to put conscious effort into keeping herself from imagining those words being spoken to her directly, instead of through her to a character. But as this was one of her favorite scenes from a classic romance, and she truly wanted to help her friend, she knew she needed to give her all.

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?”

Thankfully, with a longer set of lines Riko was able to concentrate better. It also helped to look away from those dazzling magenta eyes. And she could even justify looking away as Juliet was unaware of Romeo’s eavesdropping at this point in the scene.

But then came the part where Romeo reveals his presence.

“I take thee at thy word.” Yoshiko said, her intonation demanding attention.

Riko found herself taken in by the fallen angel’s gaze once again.

“Riri? It’s your line.”

“Oh yes, sorry… Uhm…” She scanned the page. “What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,”

Riko mentally chastised herself for being distracted by Yoshiko’s charm. Steeling her resolve, she managed to push through the rest of the scene.

“That was fun.” Yoshiko said cheerfully as she took another bite of her dinner. “Definitely more fun than practicing alone. Thanks again, Riri.”

“You’re welcome, Yocchan.” Riko returned a smile. “I had fun as well. And if you want me to help you practice more, just ask.” She offered before thinking better of it.

Well, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to help, she merely wondered if her heart could take it. While under normal circumstances, she was well accustomed to Yoshiko’s dramatic behavior, it had a different effect on her this time. Perhaps it was because it felt like the younger girl was directing it at her. Perhaps it was the romantic nature of the characters and story they were acting. Of course, the fact that she was becoming increasingly aware of her growing feelings for her friend probably added to things as well.

“I’d like that.” The younger girl’s eyes sparkled. “Say, do you want to maybe come watch us rehearse sometime?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll send you our schedule and you can just drop by whenever you want.”

“Alright.”

O, speak again, bright angel… The line lingered in Riko’s mind as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Angel… Fallen angel…

For someone claiming to be cursed, Yoshiko had no shortage of angelic qualities. Obviously, there were the prop wings and halo she wore for her streams, or sometimes just hanging out around the apartment. And though cute, they were superficial at best. The same could be said of her gothic sense of style, no matter how good it looked on her. No, Yoshiko’s true angelic nature shown through her kindness, generosity and loyalty.

And her smile. By the gods, her smile…

Riko couldn’t help a smile of her own as she recalled all of Yoshiko’s smiles she had witnessed through the day. From the sleepy smile that greeted her in the morning, to the energetic one that welcomed her home. From the content one that enjoyed her cooking to the triumphant one that celebrated the defeat of a chapter boss. And all of those she had displayed while rehearsing lines as Romeo.

Yoshiko was a fallen angel, certainly, but an angel nonetheless. And Riko was Yoshiko’s elite little demon. Her favorite, in fact. But what if… perhaps… she could be Yoshiko’s angel instead? Could someone as plane as herself be…

Riko shook her head. She knew better than that. It had taken a lot encouragement from her friends, but she had gained some self-confidence over the years. She could be an angel as well, right?

Yocchan’s angel… That had a rather nice ring to it.

Riko felt her heartrate increase and noticed her reflection was blushing. She shook her head again to clear her thoughts before hastily donning her pajamas so she could let her roommate prepare for the night.

“Sakurauchi-san, I presume?”

Riko turned toward the voice behind her. “Yes?”

“It would seem I presumed correctly.” A woman approached with a smile. “You look exactly as she described.”

“She?”

“Yohane. You are her cohabitant, am I right?”

“Co…” Riko’s mind settled on a definition. “Roommate!” She corrected, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. “I’m just her roommate!”

“Ah, my apologies.” The woman bowed. “Nonetheless, it is indeed a pleasure to meet you this day.” The woman held out a hand, which Riko accepted. “I am known as Hayashi Haruka, esteemed director of this fine drama club.”

“Thank you for letting me come watch today.”

“Think nothing of it.” Haruka dismissed before spreading her arms dramatically. “All are welcome to observe rehearsals. Of course, beyond friends and family, most are only interested in the final production.” She added the last part as though it was an aside to an unseen audience.

Riko nodded, realizing what was likely part of why Yoshiko liked the director. “So, uhm…” She paused to consider her words. “Yocchan talks about me here?”

“Indeed.” The director confirmed with a curt node. “With regularity, in fact. To the point that there is no doubt in anyone’s mind that she holds you in high regard.”

“I see…” Riko blushed again.

“And should your talents be anywhere near those that have been proclaimed,” Haruka continued, not seeming to notice the student’s embarrassment. “I have more than half a mind to persuade you to join the orchestra. Particularly since our current pianist is graduating at semester’s end and we’ve yet to find a suitable replacement.”

“I’ll… uhm… consider it?”

“Most excellent.” Haruka clapped her hands together, seeming to behave as though the offer had been accepted. “Verily, you will make a fine addition to our crew.”

“I… but…”

“Now come.” The director stepped past the student and beckoned her to follow. “You wish to observe our rehearsal, do you not?”

“… Yes…”

“I believe you will be pleased to witness the results of your assistance.”

“My…?”

“You have been aiding our future star of the stage with her lines, have you not?”

“Yes, but… Future star?”

“Yohane has proven herself a prodigy with practically unparalleled potential for performance artistry.” Haruka explained as though it should be obvious. “Forsooth, it is for this reason she was nominated and thusly chosen for this role, despite her lack of formal experience. We knew it to be a risk, but she has risen to the challenge. And we owe you a debt of gratitude for your support.”

“It’s been a pleasure helping Yocchan.” Riko assured.

“Riri!” Cried an excited voice as soon as Haruka and Riko entered the theater. A blue-haired blur bounced off house right, ignoring the access stairs before speeding up the walkway.

A younger Riko may have chastised Yoshiko for her reckless behavior, but today, she let some of the fallen angel’s energy invigorate her.

“Hey, Yocchan.” She greeted warmly as the younger girl skidded to a halt in front of her.

“Everyone!” Yoshiko called over her shoulder to a handful of others who followed behind her at a more normal pace. “Yohane’s most elite little demon has come to bear witness to today’s decent!”

“I shall permit everyone a brief respite to greet our guest.” Haruka spoke up before Riko could respond to her roommate. “But to honor her presence, I shall then expect you all to perform at a hundred and eight percent afterward!”

“Hai, Direkutā!” Yoshiko saluted before turning her attention back to Riko. “C’mon, Riri! Let me introduce you to my newest hoard of little demons.”

“Alright.”

“Everyone!” Yoshiko addressed again those who had gathered. “It is Yohane’s privilege to introduce you to Riri. You may address her as Sakurauchi-san, as only Yohane is may call her Riri.”

“Riko is fine.” The redhead bowed politely, though she couldn’t hide her amusement in the blue-haired girl’s insistence.

One by one, the members of the theater troupe stepped forward to introduce themselves. Riko quickly realized that she wasn’t meeting complete strangers, rather it felt like more akin to meeting online friends face to face for the first time. Yoshiko had described them well and they all seemed like wonderful people. As such, part of Riko wondered why she hadn’t visited earlier.

“Yohane!” Yoshiko corrected someone and drew Riko’s attention. “Only Riri is allowed to use such a cute nickname!”

“Mutual and exclusive nicknames, eh?” the other girl inquired with a smirk. Riko recognized her as Kaho, a girl who Yoshiko claimed took great pleasure in teasing everyone else; the fallen angel, in particular. “You two sure make a cute couple.”

“C-couple?!” Yoshiko sputtered before retreating behind her fallen angel persona. “Riri is Yohane’s most elite little demon. Such things are only natural.”

This earned a hearty laugh from Kaho.

“Riko-san?”

“Eh?” Riko turned back to the girl in front of her.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine…” She insisted before clearing her throat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Airi. I look forward to seeing your portrayal of Juliet.”

“It has been quite the trial keeping up with Yohane.” Airi admitted, glancing toward her costar. “But she makes such a debonair Romeo that it really helps me get into my part. She’s really fun to work with.”

“Mmm…” Riko hummed neutrally. As she also turned her gaze toward her roommate, she felt a pang of something that was becoming more frequent and familiar as of late.

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand.” Yoshiko said, taking Airi’s hand. “This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:”

Riko watched intently from her seat beside Haruka. Despite still being an early phase rehearsal, with all the mistakes and mishaps that entailed, the girls taking the titular roles seemed almost ready for opening night. At least as far as Riko could tell. The director had interrupted them far less than the rest of the cast and made fewer suggestions for modification of their acting.

“Saints do not move,” Airi continued the scene, “though grant for prayer’ sake.”

Riko felt her pulse quicken as she recalled what was to come next.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.” Yoshiko leaned forward.

Riko’s eye twitched as lips met on stage.

Or at least appeared to meet. They were using a stage kiss, right? Yoshiko was just kissing her own thumb… right?

“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.”

What the heck? Riko thought as her jaw clenched. This wasn’t how she normally reacted to scenes like this. She usually loved romantic or dramatic kiss scenes; regularly rereading them over and over to savor the sensations they brought to her.

So why did this one feel so different? Why did this one bother her so much? Was she… jealous? … Maybe? Of a stage kiss? Really? How ridiculous to be jealous of a kiss that was merely acted out on stage… by Yoshiko… in front of her…

“Sin from thy lips?” Yoshiko’s dramatic tone brought Riko back from her vexed thoughts. “O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.”

She had to resist the urge to look away as the second instance occurred.

“Thanks for coming, Riri.” Yoshiko said cheerfully as the two made their way to the station.

“Mmm…” Riko hummed, her thoughts still focused on specific scenes she had witnessed.

“They’ve wanted to meet you for a while now.”

“…”

“Riri?” Magenta eyes, full of curious concern entered Riko’s field of vision.

“Oh, sorry Yocchan, I was just… thinking…”

“About…?”

“… Nothing… Never mind…”

Yoshiko raised an eyebrow. “Did Riri not enjoy her time with us during rehearsal?” Though her tone was mostly teasing, Riko could detect an undertone of unease.

“No, that’s not it.” The older girl shook her head. “I had a lot of fun today.”

“But?”

Riko furrowed her brow as she realized the younger girl wasn’t letting go of the topic. But how to describe it to her?

“Is… uhm…” Riko paused to clear her throat and ensure she worded things correctly. “Is a fallen angel alright kissing just anybody?”

“Of course not!” Yoshiko immediately donned her Yohane persona. “The kiss of a fallen angel is to be bestowed only upon those most coveted!”

“A fallen angel’s little demons aren’t coveted?”

“Of course they are! They all are.”

“And Airi is one of Yohane’s little demons…”

“Yes, she is, but…” The fallen angel faltered for a moment, as though unsure as to how to proceed. “But she is not of Yohane’s most coveted. Only a precious few may be most coveted.” Yoshiko emphasized the word most both times. “Thus, Yohane must preserve the chastity of her lips through the guise of a stage kiss.” She held her hand across her own cheek as though to demonstrate.

“I know what a stage kiss is…” Riko grumbled.

Riko could practically see the gears spinning in the other girl’s mind. Suddenly, Yoshiko’s eyes widened as something clicked.

“Was Riri jealous of Yohane’s stage kisses with Airi?”

“W-what?” Riko balked. “Jealous? No! I was just…”

“O, fair maiden Riri,” The amateur actress intoned dramatically “dost thou desire to sully thy divinity with the guilty pleasure of performing a stage kiss with this fal-aahhh!”

“Falling Blossom Hold of Binding Silence!”

A stage kiss with Yocchan… Riko found herself considering the possibilities as she lay in bed, awaiting sleep.

The prospect was more than a little tempting. So why had she denied Yoshiko’s offer? Was it because she assumed the younger girl had been teasing her? Was it merely habit at this point?

What if Yoshiko had been serious? Would Riko have accepted? Maybe…

Thoughts of the day’s rehearsal came to her mind, but instead of watching from off stage, Riko imagined herself standing opposite Yoshiko. The blue-haired girl held her hand up to Riko’s cheek and moved forward. Not surprisingly, Yoshiko’s thumb moved to cover her lips to prepare for the stage kiss. Riko desperately wanted to push the digit aside, but didn’t want to do so in such a way that would disrupt the scene. Then, at the last possible moment, Yoshiko slid her thumb aside.

Riko opened her eyes as something burned within her.

Yocchan…

Perhaps certain desires would have to be addressed before she could fall asleep.

A stage kiss with Riri… Yoshiko found herself considering the possibilities as she lay in bed, awaiting sleep.

There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to do such things with Riko. And far more than that, in all honesty. But, had Yoshiko actually read the situation correctly? Had Riko actually been jealous? After so many years of assuming Riko’s feelings lay elsewhere, Yoshiko had fallen back on old habits and turned the offer into teasing, if for no other reason than to soften the blow of the inevitable refusal.

But what if Riko had accepted? Would Yoshiko have had the courage to follow through? Ma… no, probably not…

Thoughts of the day’s rehearsal came to her mind, but instead of Airi playing opposite her, Yoshiko imagined Riko. She held her had up to the redhead’s cheek as she moved closer. Out of habit, she placed her thumb across lovely lips to cover them for the stage kiss. But something in Riko’s gaze made her slide her thumb aside at the last moment.

Yoshiko’s eyes snapped open as something twisted within her.

Riri…

Perhaps certain desires would have to be addressed before she could fall asleep.

Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post.

#YohaRiko #YoshiRiko #Sakurauchi Riko #Tsushima Yohane #Love Live Sunshine #Happy Life #fanfic #Tsushima Yoshiko

22 notes · View notes

mooglemeet · 5 years

Text

A goodbye to Stormblood!

Where has the time gone? It’s strange to think that @mooglemeet is almost three years old, with most of its content originating from this expansion! When I started this blog I would have never expected the reception it would receive; nor just how kind and generous this community is. It’s funny to think that my mission was twofold: one, to create the same kind of connectivity and positivity I had created on WoW, and a more selfish goal to try and find people to roleplay with, given I had only been in the community for a few months at that point.

Suffice it to say, those goals have been both achieved and expanded in the same breath!

Understandably people are going to have differentiating opinions of this last expansion; whether that be because of content, friends, drama, etc, and that is okay. I think on the whole FFXIV has one of the best fan communities out there, and I’m so extremely fortunate of the community that surrounds this project. The generosity, kindness and love exhibited from you has been the driving point for me to continue managing this project, and I’m so appreciative to be able to give back to the community that has given me so much.

You are the backbone of this community. You are the people that keep this project going. You are the people who inspire and motivate me. I cannot stress enough how much I adore this community from the bottom of my heart. Though Tumblr does not always give me the means to respond to everyone individually, know I have read every message and sincerely treasure the love that is given to this project. It has been my pleasure to travese Ala Mhigo and the Far East with you for the past two years.

So what’s in store for us? The same as always! This blog will continue to push its mission, and I expect every warrior of light darkness to take up the mantle and defend the world(s). I’m rather fond of my woods, you know!

With mischief and love,

Kupo-mod.

#[ mod speaks ]#balmung #mateus #crystal rp #final fantasy xiv

13 notes · View notes

ask-de-writer · 5 years

Text

The following WIP is intended for those over the age of 18.

This tale’s characters are anthropomorphized and have hands. Their feet are hooves, however. Unicorns have horns and magic. Pegassi have wings, can fly, sit on clouds and control weather. Earth Ponies remain skilled builders and farmers. Alicorns have horns and magic along with their wings.

THIS STORY IS FOR AGES 18 and up.

If you are younger, please do not read past the cut.

FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC

Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies

An Anthro Tail of the Mane Six

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

8758 words (story in progress)

Writing begun 07/10/17

//////////////

Users of Tumblr.com are specifically granted the following rights. They may reblog the story provided that all author and copyright information remains intact. They may use the characters or original characters in my settings for fan fiction, fan art works, cosplay, or fan musical compositions.

All sorts of fan art, cosplay, music or fiction is actively encouraged.

///////////////////////

Chapter 1. An Unusual Discovery

Rarity sat at the table with Twilight, helping her to sort out several large boxes of books. Privately, she thought, “This is Twi's idea of heaven. Lots of musty old books to sort out, catalog, shelve and READ!”

Just then, Twilight reared her head and leaned back! She let out a burst of pure laughter! She offered Rarity the book that had set her off!

Rarity's alabaster hand took the book from Twilight's purple one. As she did so, the dress maker in her couldn't help but notice how the fabric of the Alicorn's blouse stretched so snugly over Twilight's ample bosom, the buttons between her breasts threatening to pop open from the tension.

Twilight averted a possible clothing malfunction by straightening back up. Her buttons stayed under tension, but were no longer in danger of parting. Rarity, having big boobs herself, could sympathize with Twilight's problem of poorly fitting clothes. It was one of the things that led her to designing her own and opening the Carousel Boutique.

Rarity shifted her attention back to the book. Puzzled at first, she read the title, HOW TO MAKE FIENDS AND INFLUENCE PONIES. Suddenly she got it! “This is Iron Will's course, but the printer left the R out of Friend!”

Twilight grinned happily, “Not quite, Rarity! I have copies of every edition of Iron Will. This one is anonymous and far older. Still, I have no section for misprints! Would you like it?”

“Delighted, my dear. Oh, by the way, you really should let me design you some leisure outfits. You are a Friend. I would not charge anything but fabric cost.”

Frowning, as she got up, Twilight asked, “Why do you think that I need clothes like that?”

Rarity promptly stacked up some books. “Here, dear. Just carry these over to that table, will you?”

A quizzical set to her face, the Princess did. She set the books down. When she straightened up, all five of the buttons between her breasts were undone, the fabric pulled open wide by her tits relaxing, revealing the soft lavender fur of her cleavage.

She frowned slightly as she commented, “Why did moving that stack of books make my blouse feel so much better?”

Rarity, taking advantage of the familiarity allowed by their friendship, stroked a gentle pearl white finger from Twilight's collar button, all the way down to her ribs, just below the slight sag of her full breasts.

“That is why, darling. I have the same problem, only worse.” She reached into Twi's open blouse and cupped her bosom in expert hands. She pulled her hands back and nodded. “You have very firm DD breasts, bordering on DDD cup size. I am an EE myself.”

The stunned Twilight only nodded at first. Then she offered, “Please, make me whatever you think good. Ever since I got these wings, finding clothes that fit well has been a nightmare.”

Rarity smiled back, “I do understand, Twilight.” Giving a sideways smile, she added, “I will sew you things that will make you sparkle!”

After taking her leave of her Princess, Rarity strolled past a music shop. Pinkie Pie was inside, talking to the proprietor, the famous DJ, Vinyl Scratch.

Pinkie noticed Rarity, through the window and charged out! Rarity was trying to recover from Pinkie's tackle hug. Pinkie was not making it any easier. Being shorter than Rarity, Pinkie was holding her about the waist. Her head was resting on the full bulge of Rarity's bosom! Pinkie's own surprisingly large breasts were pressing softly against Rarity's body a little below Rarity's ribs.

Pinkie was snuggling her face into Rarity's cleavage and murmuring, “Soft. So soft!”

Freeing one hand from Rarity's waist, Pinkie copped a feel and snickered, “So full and shapely, even without a bra!”

That was too much for Rarity! She retaliated by reaching down and grabbing both of Pinkie's boobs! She snorted, “Soft, so soft! And no bra, either!”

Pinkie looked up from her titty snuggling to retort, “When you have a figure as good as mine, who needs any artifice to look great?”

Rarity lifted on Pinkie's chest while pushing her away some. She remarked, “I will have to remember this trick for freeing myself from your tackle hugs, Pinkie!”

Pinkie did not even look downcast. In fact, she was grinning ear to ear. “I will have to remind you, if you forget! Being fondled by you is fun!

“I wanted to talk to you, Rarity. The dancing mares from the Ponies At Night club want to do a special benefit performance to assist the Gryphon Empire after that earthquake and landslides. I have lined up food and drink donations. We have music and a venue too. What we would really like are some spectacular stripper costumes! Could you help us?”

The appeal was followed by Pinkie's very best “puppy dog” eyes!

Rarity nodded soberly, “Amazing. Generosity can be found in the strangest ponies and circumstances. Send the mares around to the Carousel and I will see what I can do for them.”

Pinkie scampered off, her bosom bouncing delightfully.

In deep thought, Rarity wandered on up the street to the Carousel and home.

Fluttershy was waiting for her, sitting on a bench set outside for use in nice weather.

As they went into the shop, Fluttershy stammered, “Um, I – I don't know how to ask this, Rarity. I, um, uh, I mean, I need a swimming suit. A few house robes would be good too.”

Rarity's eyebrows pulled down into a vee as she replied, “Well, nothing much is easier, darling. All that I need is to know what size you are. You have never come in here for clothing, before.

“I do remember that little disaster, years ago, when I tried to make us all high fashion gowns!”

Fluttershy put a hand to her snout as she giggled. “I, uh, sorry, do remember that!”

Rarity smiled and picked up a cloth measuring tape. “Come into my fitting room and let us see what size or sizes you need, Flutters.”

A tiny sound outside caught her ear. “What was that?”

Fluttershy sort of curled up, whimpering. “They are following me everywhere! They spy on my swimming! They even push open my curtains to watch me! Why won't they leave me alone?”

Rarity, horn gathering magic, dashed outside! She returned moments later, dragging three earth ponies in her magic.

Fluttershy took one look and said, “That is them! You caught them, Rarity! What were they doing?”

Grimly, Rarity replied, “Boring a spy hole into my fitting room.”

Soon the Ponyville Police took away the would be peeping toms.

Fluttershy dropped her baggy clothes for Rarity to measure her. Along with her clothes, she dropped her shyness and stammer. “That feels so much better, Rarity! I am glad that you wanted me to take those things off! I never wear anything around home, unless somepony is visiting!

After Rarity recovered from seeing the nude Fluttershy, she ventured, “You are simply lovely, Fluttershy! I could not have imagined a pony as short as you are, with tits that big, could ever look so stunningly beautiful!”

She took her tape and began to get a complete set of tailor's measurements from Fluttershy. Chalk in her mouth, as she began to mark some fabric, Rarity commented, “I don't have anything in the shop that will fit your 52 EE bosom, but don't worry, Flutters. It will only take me a few minutes to sew these up!”

Fluttershy pointed to a different fabric. “Would it be too much trouble to use that camouflage pattern? I really like that!”

Rarity looked up and smiled. “It won't hide you at all, my dear, but if you want it, it is yours! I even have a bottom made from that exact fabric! Just a moment!”

She dashed from the fitting room to the front of her shop and quickly picked out a camouflage pattern bikini bottom.

Rarity explained, “Just bow tie those two strings comfortably around your tail, dear. Then take that ring on the right side around to your hip. Now pull the dangling front up between your legs and fasten the right clip to the ring. Do the same on the left and your bottom is on!”

Fluttershy smiled, “This is really comfortable! I could wear this anytime!”

Rarity was clearly pleased by the praise. “Now comes the tricky part, dear. We need to make your top. Ordinary mares are no trouble at all but ones like, um, us,” she gestured at their boobs, “need proper fitting.”

Soon she was busily sewing, her machine making a rhythmic soft clacking sound as darts were sewed up, edges bound and straps attached.

Rarity held the finished cups up against Fluttershy's breasts. Pleased, Flutters observed, “These cups really are comfortable to wear. They fit my boobs!”

Taking the left cup's upper tie, she flipped it about her neck and did the same for the right one. She was about to tie them behind her neck when Rarity stopped her. “Not there, darling. Take the one from the left and cross your back above your wings. Fit it through the ring on the lower right cup corner.”

Mystified for a moment, Flutters did. Rarity secured it with a spring clamp. Fluttershy suddenly got a look of revelation and quickly strung the other strap from the right cup and pulled it around to the lower outside ring of the left cup. Rarity secured it with another spring clamp.

“This feels great, Rarity! The straps sort of lift the corners so that the hang of my tits holds the top in place. They cross above my wings, too. This is not really too secure, is it?”

“No, dear, it is not. As it is, if you were to lean back, you would pop right out of the top! That is why we need these other two long ties.”

Rarity took a long thin strap from the side ring on the right cup that the left shoulder strap was clipped to. She drew it around the yellow mare to the ring on the left side of Flutter's bottom. She did the same for the other strap, so that they crossed behind Fluttershy's back, well below her wing roots.

“Now, dear, do you see that chart? I made it for mares like us. Do each of the stretches, bends and twists there. Do the wing exercises too. I need to be sure that all of the straps are exactly right before I do the final setting of the snaps that will hold it securely together.”

It took only a few more fittings to have Fluttershy out the door, carrying packages with two more swimsuits, several beach wraps and a few house robes. She was proudly wearing her new lightweight camouflage patterned beach jacket with matching wraparound skirt over her camo bikini.

Rarity was closing up the Carousel and thinking back over her unusual day. How strange. First, she had the nerve to stroke Princess Twilight Sparkle's soft lavender fur right between her spectacular Royal breasts and then fondle her while she was getting a “feel” for the Royal bra cup size. Stranger, Twi had not objected in the least.

Second, was the cheerfully uninhibited hug by Pinkie Pie. Just thinking of it brought back the unusual and very pleasant feeling of Pinkie's head resting on her boobs while feeling Pinkie's full tits snuggling tightly to her body.

Then there was Fluttershy. Yet another of the Mane Six, who had proved, upon shedding the baggy dress and sweater that she always wore, to be utterly spectacular in her beauty. Along with the saggy clothes, Flutters had shed her shyness and stuttering, too.

Being an accomplished dress maker, Rarity was acutely aware of what a difference properly fitted and designed clothes made for nearly any pony, female or even male. Musing on how truly pleasant it had been to hold and even fondle the bosoms of those lovely mares that she had known for so long, she wondered what A.J.'s boobs or Rainbow Dash's boobs would feel like in her hands.

Remembering how surprised she had been at the rush of pleasure when Pinkie had copped a feel of her own boob, Rarity wondered what it would be like to have the other five stroke or feel her alabaster bosom. Would they all feel as good as Pinkie's hand did?

Chapter 2. Not a Misprint?

She was putting away her handbag when she found the book that Twilight had given her. Giggling again at the misspelled title, she opened the small old volume.

Settled into her favorite easy chair, Rarity began to read. After perusing the first chapter, she turned back to the cover. In a bemused voice, she muttered, “What do you know? It is not a misprint after all. This thing really is about raising spirits. I wonder if there are any of these “fiends” that can relate to Friendship?”

After reading a little more, Rarity glanced about her workroom in the back. She moved a pony dress form out of the way. Taking some of her tailor's chalk, she carefully laid out a moderately large circle.

Following directions from the book, she added lines and designs. That was followed by “words of protection in an ancient tongue.” They looked like gibberish to Rarity.

Muttering to herself, “When you are doing the first cut from somepony else's pattern, follow it exactly. Only change it after you understand it!”

She chalked in the last of the characters. She took six candles out of her emergency supplies and set them inside the circle as the book explained.

She stepped into the circle and lit the first candle. Wide eyed, she watched the remaining candles light themselves! With far greater confidence, Rarity began to intone the summoning incantation.

As she ended with, “Appear before me, Mighty Being of the Nether Darkness!” a dark cloud arose all about the pentacle that was protecting Rarity.

Facing her were a pair of glowing, cat-like eyes floating in the smoke. A fanged maw appeared as the apparition stated in a flat tone, “You have called. I am here. What are your orders?”

Rarity thought carefully before offering, “Truthfully, I did not expect this to work at all. I disliked the arrogance of the summoning incantation but it was the only one that I had to use.

“First, are you really comfortable in that smokey form? The book says that I can command you to take a form more pleasant to my eyes. Since I called you, I would prefer a guest / host relationship, if that is practical. If you would accommodate me in that matter, I would appreciate it, but I will leave the change up to you.”

The demon beyond the pentacle paused. “You offer me courtesy but I sense beneath it a will of adamant. Do you know what sort of demon you have summoned?”

Rarity nodded, “I believe so. You are a sex demon. I am not certain whether you are an Incubus or a Succubus. The book was not too clear on that.”

The being chuckled, “I am both. Incubus is a male form and Succubus is a female form. I will accommodate you. Would you prefer me as male or female?”

Rarity smiled as she replied, “Please be female. It is more difficult to have a serious conversation with a male. All that most of them want to do is stare at my tits and fuck.”

The smoke condensed. The eyes became blue pony eyes. A beautiful white unicorn stood nude before Rarity. She had large breasts and a purple mane and tail. She even had Rarity's three sapphire cutie mark.

Rarity clapped her hands as she chortled, “Excellent! Well played! You will find some dresses in that closet by the sewing machine. Since they are mine, they should fit you perfectly.”

The demon Rarity did not bother with a bra. She slipped into a simple light backless sun dress with a short hem. It showed her legs to perfection, just as it did Rarity's when she wore it.

She sat comfortably near the pentacle and invited, “You know how to dismiss me if you need to. You don't need the pentacle for that. Because you have extended courtesy to me, I promise to do no thing to bring you harm if you come out of it.”

Nodding, Rarity simply stepped free of the pentacle on her floor. “I do have some questions for you, dear. How exact a copy is that body? I mean, will it need regular food? Can it experience sexual pleasure?

“Other than the body, you are a sexual demon. What do you require? I would like to be a good host for you, while you are here.”

The Succubus Rarity's jaw dropped. “You are serious? I mean, I know that you are. It is simply that in all the thousands of years since the first ponies learned to call us up, you are the very first one to concern him or herself with the wants and needs of one of my kind.

“Yes, this body, being precisely copied from yours, needs the same sort of food as you do. I, the being animating this body, need the sort of emotional energy that comes from sexual activity. If I can get it in any reasonable amount, I do not need to take enough from anypony to cause any harm.”

Rarity nodded slowly. “I suspected as much from the fact that you could be sent to rape or to serve the wants and needs of other ponies. In particular, you could be sent to fool some pony into sex in such a way that the sorcerer could benefit through blackmail or other means.

“I noticed one other thing. You harvest the sexual energy of others. Have you ever come yourself? Does some of your sexual activity, I don't know how to phrase this, TASTE better, or satisfy your needs better than others?”

The demon Rarity shook her head, “No, a climax was never required of any of us. Some even told us that we could not have one due to being from an inferior plane.

“As for the second part of your question; yes, there is often a great difference in the quality of what we feed on. We do not know why.”

Rarity quietly got up. Stepping over to the seated demon, she gave the copy of herself a gentle hug. “I believe that I may know what causes those differences. It is likely that it is the level of emotional connection between the one that you have been sent to and the one that they believe you to be.

“For far too many, sex is only play, sometimes serious, sometimes not. For others, where there is a closeness or friendship, it means far more and is an expression of deep emotion. For lovers, it is like friendship only even more so.”

She pulled the succubus closer, gently stroking her bare back. The demon smiled in a silly way as she leaned into Rarity's soft stroking.

Looking up into Rarity's eyes, she muttered, “Usually, the seduction goes the other way.” Then she leaned her head on Rarity's breast and allowed herself to be led to the bed.

Chapter 3. Cum Again?

As they lay upon the covers, Rarity whispered, “My heart went out to you when I heard that you, a sex demon, had never been given or allowed a climax of your own. We will remedy that first. Then, you may bring me in your own turn. After that, we can continue to share either orgasms or closeness as you see fit.”

Conversation ended in a gentle kiss, followed rapidly by a deeper and more passionate one. Rarity began to stroke her copy, taking her time to explore the demon's self and her responses. She kiss-nibbled her way around her face, paying special attention to her double's ears and the sensitive space behind them.

The demon beside her drew a breath that shuddered, “What is this, Rarity? I have never felt like this before.”

Rarity kiss-nibbled down the neck of the succubus before answering, “Your body is beginning to feel the excitement of sex to come. We call this foreplay. We need not hurry. Let these feelings build up and enhance what is to come.”

Rarity slid her arm under the being's head to snuggle her close and then slid the sundress's shoulder strap down the demon's arm, exposing that lovely full, soft breast, so exactly like her own. She guided the other's arm free of the dress. She was just beginning to fondle the delicate fur of the other's bosom when the demon reached around her, embracing her in a tender grip. She guided Rarity's mouth to her bosom, where Rarity both kissed and licked the soft alabaster fur before suckling her copy's nipple deeply into her mouth.

“Rarity, this feels so good,” she panted. “I thought that your lips and tongue working the fur of my tit was wonderful but this, this sucking on my nipple is like nothing that I have ever had before.”

The spirit/Rarity paused, smiling serenely as she experienced the things that she had been made to do but never before been allowed to enjoy. Holding Rarity's suckling lips to her nipple, she asked quietly, “Rarity, my Mistress, would you like me to have milk in these breasts for you? I can do it easily.”

Smiling, Rarity looked up from the breast so like her own. “It would be lovely, Dear, if you had milk for me. Not really fair, though. I have none for you.”

The succubus Rarity returned a somewhat goofy, happy look as she explained, “I can do nothing to you without your permission, Dear. If you will allow it, giving your tits milk will be no harder than doing mine.”

Giggling, Rarity suggested, “Do it then, to us both. I think that I would love to nurse you as much as I want to nurse from you.” Conversation ended with Rarity's firm sucking of the inviting nipple in her mouth.

Milk spurted across her tongue, warm and sweet! Rarity applied herself eagerly to task of sucking all of the milk from her demon/luster/lover! As she did, she felt an unfamiliar but welcome fullness in her own breasts.

While suckling, like a big, eager baby, at her copy's breast, Rarity stroked her fur, down along her spine. She lifted up the skirts of the sundress, exposing her counterpart to the waist. Rarity fondled her waist and around to her mound. She played with the insides of her thighs.

Rarity gently opened her slit, fingers expertly fondling the delicate clitoris and the soft flesh around it.

Her succubus lover shuddered all over! Letting out a mixed wail/moan of ecstasy, she clenched Rarity hard to her and buck/struggled in rapture!

Rarity snickered as she noticed that her succubus/lover's breasts apparently had some milk left! As she spasmed in orgasm, it leaked from her nipples into the fur of her heaving breasts.

Holding her close, Rarity happily licked up all of the milk that spilled in tiny driblets from those light blue nipples, into the alabaster fur of her double's amazing breasts.

Soft hands lifted her head up. Soft lips kissed hers.

Glowing blue eyes stared into hers. “Rarity, is that what an orgasm is like for one of you? It was amazing, the real me that is in this body is in bliss. If this was all that I could have, it would be enough for a very long time. Ages, literally.

“Conversely, I could have as many more orgasms as this body can have. I would be utterly fulfilled. This is far better than anything that I have ever been allowed.”

Rarity responded sadly, “That was but one orgasm, my dear fiend. I know that it was your first and wish that it was not so. Still, I am glad that it was I that shared it with you.

“Now, Sweet One, it is your turn to give me an orgasm. Use what you have learned from me on me and enjoy my coming as well as your own.”

Rarity surrendered herself to the truly expert ministrations of her double's soft hands and lips. She was amazed at how good it felt to feed her, the pleasure of her nipples being drawn firmly into the demon's mouth, her milk being given freely to her lover.

The gentle but insistent fingers on and around her clitoris along with all the rest, caused her tension to build and build. Soon she could not and did not want to hold back. She came, violently, eagerly, clenching her double tight to her as she spasmed in ecstasy.

As she recovered, she was totally surprised to find her demon lover nearly passed out on the bed beside her. The succubus weakly laid an arm across her and muttered, “First, you brought me here and treated me as a guest. Then, you brought me to the first real climax that I have ever had. Beyond that, you shared YOUR orgasm with me. I wish that this could go on forever.”

Rarity cuddled the embodied spirit to her and whispered back, “Watch out what you wish for. You might get it.”

Chapter 4. Invitation

Sitting up, the demon gave Rarity a gentle but confused look. “What do you mean, Rarity? How could that happen?”

Rarity got out of the bed and took an easy chair. Her magic set a tea pot on the stove to heat. Cups, saucers, spoons, a sugar bowl and creamer landed on a serving tray. In a few moments, she went to her kitchen brought out the tray personally and served her double a cup of warm tea. Taking one herself, she sat back and took a leisurely sip.

Smiling at her guest, she replied, “Let me give you a little background first. It will help you to understand my situation. I love my shop and making clients happy with well designed clothes of all sorts. As much as I care about such things, I have nopony who cares enough to want to work with me, doing what I love. My sister Sweetie Belle has no interest in sharing my shop now that she is grown enough to be out on her own. She has found good work with Bon Bon making candies.

“If you would be willing to stay here and help me to make and sell clothes that make ponies happy, I would be delighted to have you here with me. Unless I misunderstand you and have read Making Fiends wrongly, the real reason for sending you back where you came from is to get rid of evidence that you were called up and used for evil purposes by pony sorcerers who were themselves evil. I want you to stay as my friend and partner, not as a slave or servant.”

The not Rarity lay in the bed facing her, a blanket draped casually but artistically to both show off and conceal, her head supported by her right arm. She copied Rarity by taking her cup and sipping a little tea before she replied quietly, “You do know, sweet Rarity, that I can truly see your mind and heart?”

Rarity nodded. “To be what you are and do what you do, I assumed so. The book was not at all clear on that point.”

The succubus Rarity stretched enticingly as she explained, “The problem is simple. You summoned me. That did make a slave of me, in a very real sense. I have to do as you command. There is no way around that.”

Rarity pondered the statement carefully. “I see the issue. Can you be my friend and companion happily, staying here of your own free will? Able to return to your own realm at any time if you so desire? Can you be free of any restraint except for direct orders? Particularly, if I express a wish for ill on some pony, will you check carefully to be sure that I actually mean it before doing anything? In that same vein, should I say something about you or to you that might hurt you or separate us, again, check carefully about my real intent before doing anything?”

The demon smiled widely as she studied the true mistress before her. “I do see exactly what you mean and what you want from me. Sweet friend, I shall indeed serve you on the terms that you wish of me.

“To avoid problems with my stay, I shall make a few alterations to my appearance.”

Staying the same size, the demon mare got a bit yellower, more of a cream color rather than Rarity's white. Her mane and tail both turned to a light blue but kept Rarity's unusual styling. Her cutie mark shifted from Rarity's three sapphires to an opened book with a spool of thread and needle on it.

At Rarity's eyebrow raised in question, she interpreted, “An open book for learning, Dear. And a needle and thread for sewing. Learning to sew.”

Smiling widely, she added, “I will leave my name to you. As a favor for the great degree of freedom that you have given me, I will allow you to summon me by it if you are in need. Just call for me by the name that you give to me.”

Rarity smiled quietly as she thought carefully. Nodding in calm satisfaction, she told her demon friend, “Then let us name you Kin, short for Kindred Spirit. Since this is not your true name, let no other summon you by it, unless it is at need to assist me. Is that satisfactory?”

Kin, drawing is also a Work In Progress.

The spirit unicorn nodded, a smile of delight on her face. “It will be my joy to be your Kin, and yes, I am aware of the pun.” She paused and gave Rarity a searching look. “For others, I must have a background. I see that your family was originally from Vannerport. The town that was lost to that flood. I can be your long lost cousin Kin, who only just found out that she has any living relative.”

Rarity nodded quietly. “Yes, that could work. What we will do though, is go to Princess Twilight tomorrow when we deliver her some leisure clothes that I have promised her. We will tell her the truth of our situation and use the story if she approves of it.

“Now, dear Kin, let us make a light dinner and retire for the night. We have a busy morning before us.”

After companionably washing and drying the dinner dishes, the two retired to Rarity's bed. They cuddled and played some kissy-games before dropping off to sleep.

Rarity awoke in the night to an unaccustomed tightness, a feeling of almost pressure in her breasts. Exploring fingers found a bit of wetness in the fur around her nipples. Gently touching Kin's breasts revealed that she was also leaking some.

Wondering if it was a proper thing to do at all, Rarity began to lick up the milk that was almost trickling from Kin's bosom. In moments, she had her answer. Kin simply gripped her mane in one hand and her head in the other as she turned some to present her nipple for suckling. Rarity applied herself eagerly to the task of nursing Kin's tits dry of milk.

In return, she took Kin's mane and guided her lips to her own leaking nipples. She sighed in both relief and excitement as she felt Kin drawing her nipple deeply into her mouth as she sucked. She reveled in the pleasure as her milk let down, feeding her dear lover.

Kin, sensing Rarity's desire, thrust a thigh between Rarity's legs and began to scrub the fur of her leg on Rarity's clit. Eyes sparkling with lust, Rarity placed a hand so that Kin's eager stimulation of her clit also rubbed Kin's clit against her clever fingers. It only took a few minutes for them both to orgasm at the same time.

By the morning, Rarity, grinning, pointed to Kin's now filled to leaking tits. Kin, with a happily goofy expression touched Rarity's boobs that were equally leaking a little. They stretched out, overhanging the ends of Rarity's bed, so that Rarity could suckle Kin at the same time that Kin suckled Rarity.

With no word of asking, they both entered Rarity's shower and began to wash each other off with soft cloths, soap and shampoo. It promptly led to another session of kissing, cuddles and breast to breast hugs under the warm water of the shower.

They dried each other off with towels that Rarity warmed with her unicorn magic. Wrapping a big fluffy towel about her waist and leaving her bosom bare, Kin informed Rarity, “I peeked into your mind, dear one and our breakfast awaits. We have hot soft biscuits with honey, tea is ready and big peach filled pastries are warm in the oven. Last night you served me. This morning, let me serve you.”

Rarity, while reveling in the luxurious breakfast, could not easily keep her eyes off of Kin. While she did indeed admire her trim body and lovely bosom, she actually spent more time looking her demon lover directly in the eyes. Kin returned the favor.

With a sigh, as she gathered the breakfast dishes, Kin asked quietly, “Whatever did I do to deserve a true mistress so wonderful as you, Rarity? Nobody summoned from my realm has ever been so, so, befriended. Given such unconditional caring. Such actual sharing.”

Rarity overheard and replied in a voice just as soft, “When called, you proved yourself worthy of more than mere trust. You have been both honorable and caring. It has been my honor to have you for a friend.

“Speaking of which, I did not have any of this breakfast in my pantry except for the tea and the honey. Where did it come from?”

Kin finished putting away the dishes and stepped behind Rarity. She reached down and felt up her alabaster bosom as she gave a sly grin and replied, “Advantage of having a creature of deep magic as both friend and lover.

“Whatever you want or need, that you shall have. A nice meal? A bolt of rare fabric? Special threads? Gems for your work? It is all yours. You gave to me freely and generously. That goodness is now returning to you.”

“I see. Now, our work day is about to begin, so we need to get properly dressed and clean up the work room.”

Chapter 5. Kin Free

Concerned, Kin replied, “Um, Rarity, you know that I literally can't touch that pentacle. Besides being protection for the summoner, it has, um, claws in me. It is part of what makes me a slave to you.”

Rarity nodded. “Yes, the book was pretty clear on that. Don't worry your lovely blue maned head about it. Just pick out your clothes and get dressed. Yes, undergarments too. Some customers will notice.”

Kin slid into her chosen dress and turned her back to Rarity. “Button me up, please. I don't know how you can manage buttons up the back! Still, this is a really cute dress!”

Chuckling, Rarity buttoned Kin's dress.

She handed Kin a broom. “Now, dear Kin, go as close to the pentacle as you can and stay comfortable.”

Kin got close to the circle. Worried, she hunched her shoulders and stared at Rarity. In a small voice she whimpered, “What now?”

Rarity directed, “Hold the handle firmly, Kin. Put the besom, that is the brush end, down next to the line. There, that is good. Now, snap the besom forward on the floor, across the line!”

With a whine of pain, Kin drove the broom over the line! There was a flare of something like light that cast no shadows! The broom clattered to the floor! Kin collapsed, hands gripping at her heart!

Rarity leaped to her friend's side and cradled her close to her bosom. Kin looked up at Rarity and managed a smile. “I did it! I broke a pentacle! It really hurt to do it but your order made it possible. The pain is going away now. Please keep holding me, dear.”

“I will hold you as long as I need to,” Rarity vowed.

Kin reached up and pulled Rarity's lips to hers. The kiss that followed was long and passionate. Kin finally released Rarity and spoke her wonder, “I am free. Really free. Besides protecting you, sweet friend, it was forcing me to be a slave to you. I am free.”

Concern in her voice, Rarity requested, “Will you be going away now?”

Pulling her close and kissing her again, Kin replied, “No, dear idiot. You already gave me the freedom to go. All that holds me here is my promise to you and one other thing. I have figured out what love is. I love you, dearest one. My heart is what holds me now. It does not hurt me like that pentacle's spell did. Let's get rid of the last of that pernicious thing.”

Together, they swept and scrubbed the workroom floor and put the candles back in the emergency cupboard. They repositioned the dress form and dragged the cutting table back to its proper spot. No trace remained of the working that brought Kin to Equestria's plane of existence.

The two of them soon had the workroom back in perfect order. Rarity went to the dress form that now dominated the center of the room. Beckoning Kin to join her, Rarity began to explain how to adjust the many parts of the form. She removed the form's bosom and replaced it with another taken from a drawer.

Kin observed, “You have quite a few of these breast forms, don't you?”

Rarity chuckled, “Yes, I had them specially made. You and I are not the only well endowed ponies in Equestria! This set should be just about perfect for Princess Twilight. Now we just need to set these wings to the back here.” She took a cloth measure tape and began checking her adjustments. Nodding to herself, she muttered, “Not bad. Just need to lift the bosom plates a little and pull in the waist about three centimeters.”

Kin followed her instructions. Rarity smiled at her, “Perfect, dear. Now we sit at the drawing board and sketch up fashions to fit the manikin. Our goal with these is to make clothes that are easily donned for leisure wear and such activities as climbing library ladders.”

As she expertly sketched blouse after blouse, Rarity shared her knowledge of not only fashion design but also the conventions and stylization used in making the drawings. Kin followed Rarity's instructions avidly.

In a timid voice, she asked, “Rarity, could I try drawing one?”

Rarity's answer was simply to slide off the drawing stool and offer Kin her pencil. At first, Kin was drawing slowly and with care. As the proportions of the work under her hands took shape, her drawing gained confidence and speed. Rarity, watching from over Kin's shoulder was impressed.

“Remember, Kin, she will be wearing one of those bras that I drew first. I like the deep vee neckline, but not quite so deep. Whether she crouches or reaches, the bra should not show.”

Deep into her sketch work, Kin nodded and used a rubber to erase and redraw the neckline.

Rarity stopped her. “For a fashion drawing, this is done. Don't overwork it. It is a guide, not a portrait.

“Now, I will show you how to turn this drawing into the pattern pieces that we need. We will use them to layout the garment parts for the best use of the fabric and guide our cutting.”

With Rarity instructing, Kin started fitting the paper parts to the dress form. Soon she unpinned them and neatly organized the parts into a file.

She began to make the pattern parts for one of Rarity's designs. Rarity watched, occasionally offering advice or instructions, as her apt pupil swiftly created the next piece.

Rarity paused their work long enough to give Kin a quiet hug. “You are doing marvelously, Kin. Next, let's make up the patterns for those three bras.” Almost too conscious of the breasts pressing into her own, Rarity broke the hug, giving Kin a soft smile. “We may have time to go further with THAT when we have finished our work here. I hope so.”

Kin nodded and agreed, “Me too. Did you know that just cuddling you is almost as good as making love is? I don't know how to say it other than that it is delicious.”

While they were starting to work on the bras, Rarity snickered, “I wonder if I am turning into one of your kind, Kin. It has the same effect on me. I adore cuddling you, too.”

Kin paused, looking deeply into Rarity's eyes. “No, Sweet Love, you are in no way turning into one of my kind. We are simply matched near perfectly in mutual respect, love and lust.”

By noon, the two of them had flown through Princess Twilight's work. They paused only long enough for a little affectionate petting while drinking each other's tits dry before carefully packing the garments and setting out for the Crystal Palace.

Chapter 6. Royal Fitting

There was a new guard standing gate duty. Looking down his nose at “two mere commoners” he stated self-importantly, “The Princess has cleared this whole afternoon for an important visit. A matter of State, I presume. You must return during the posted time set aside for Commoner's Court.”

Just then, Twilight entered the main hallway from the library and called out, “Rarity! There you are! I was afraid that I missed you, somehow! Pinkie was supposed to show up this morning. Something about setting up a benefit party for the Gryphon Empire disaster but she failed to come. That is just not like her.”

Kin pointed a finger casually at the guard. “Your Highness, you might ask him about Pinkie missing her appointment. He just turned us away. He seems to think that you can have tailor fittings done during Commoner's Court, whatever that may be.”

The guard interrupted rudely, “So you just got some clothes for her? Leave the packages here for security check and I will give her whatever passes security at the end of my shift! Hand it over!” He was pointing to his small guardhouse and making menacing gestures with his ceremonial spear.

Princess Twilight watched him for only a moment before demanding, “Guard Bramblethorn! What do you think that you are doing? Did you turn away Pinkie Pie earlier today?”

He turned on her, still making menacing motions with the spear! Suddenly he realized who he was facing! He wilted to an abased lump of off yellow pony. He muttered, “Don't know, really. Just some sort of short pink mare that tried to waltz in like she owned the place. Can't allow just anypony to take up your royal time.”

Stern of voice, Twilight snapped, “Pinkie, Rarity, Fluttershy, Apple Jack, and Rainbow Dash ALL have total access to the Crystal Palace! That is WRITTEN STANDING ORDERS, posted right there in your guardhouse!

“Report to Guard Captain Rainbow Dash at once! You are to be removed from my Royal Guard and placed in a cell until I can hear your case in Commoner's Court.”

Rainbow Dash appeared almost like magic. She was still adjusting the strap of her chanfron helmet. She secured the spear and quietly asked, “Will you come quietly, Bramblethorn, or do I need to use force?”

As Bramblethorn was being led away in one direction, Rarity and Twilight set out into the palace. Kin followed.

They passed the library and went on to the Princess' private quarters. Rarity asked, “What will become of Bramblethorn?”

While she shut the door, Twilight replied thoughtfully, “I do not know yet. I am still too upset at how he treated my friends and I. He is certainly not fit to guard the Palace of Friendship.”

Kin's eyebrows shot up and her lips pursed! Surprised, she offered, “Palace of FRIENDSHIP? No, I really don't think that he qualifies.”

Rarity began to unpack the Carousel Botique boxes while introducing, “Princess Twilight Sparkle, I would like to introduce you to my new assistant Kindred Spirit. She is called Kin for short.

“She came here last evening and has helped me to make these garments for you. She designed two of the blouses and one of the bras and sewed them up under my supervision. She does excellent work.”

Twilight, shrugging out of her ill fitting blouse, observed, “Kin came last night? How? I have the Royal Road Police traveler reports and she is not mentioned. I personally was on the railroad platform to greet the Gryphon Ambassador. Kin did not come by rail either. No balloons fly at night so, how did she get here?”

“That, my dear, is what we need to discuss. Do you remember the book that you gave me, yesterday?”

“You mean the misprint, Making Fiends?” she replied with a chuckle.

“Yes, Twi. That one. It is NOT a misprint. It is a gramarye, a book of spells. I know that you are an expert on dating old documents. Here, look at the book simply as a document to be dated and tell me what you find.”

The now topless Twilight took the book and sat where there was good light and opened the book to several random places, carefully examining, the paper, the language and the type. She cautiously looked over the antique style roped binding and the covers.

Looking up, she pronounced, “It would be very difficult indeed for this to be a counterfeit. The paper is an old lotus root paper made by a process that has been obsolete for over 1500 years. The type face is hand cut from hard maple type blocks, if the grain impressions are right. This form of binding was replaced during the Nightmare Wars.” She shook her head in wonder. “This all places it somewhere during the Celestian Regency. You know, the first 250 years after the last Nightmare War.”

Rarity nodded. “That is what I figured too, based on the language. Old Middle Equestrian is not that easy to read.

“I was curious, so I tried to summon a succubus. I was even more surprised when the spell worked.”

Kin put in, “She was no more surprised than I was. She greeted me with courtesy and even apologized for the form of the summons, explaining that she had no other model.”

Kin was assisting Twilight with one of the bras while she told the Princess of the time since she was summoned. She left out nothing. Rarity, though embarrassed by some of the intimate details, did not interrupt.

Wearing nothing above her waist but the bra, Twilight excused herself. Returning, she smiled, “You designed this bra and sewed it, Kin? It is the most comfortable one I have ever worn! Thank you.

“Now, about the practical details of your Vannerport flood origin story, I contacted Princess Luna, in Canterlot. You were seated in coach #3 of the Late Night Flier and arrived at 11:35 PM. Rarity picked you up. That put you at the far end of the platform from the Ambassador and myself.

“Rainbow Dash will deliver your punched ticket stub and a snack cart receipt. You should keep them sort of crumpled in the bottom of your purse to find if you should need proof that you got here by rail.”

Raising an eyebrow, Kin asked, “Do you always trust strangers this much?”

“No, I don't. I am the Princess of Friendship but I do check things out. I contacted Pinkie Pie first. Her Pinkie sense is literally never wrong. She said that you deserved a party but she would have to wait a bit for you to fit into the community better before throwing it. She would never do that for anypony who was a danger to us.

“Then I contacted Princess Luna and she did what she calls a Bridge of Dream to you. She and Pinkie agreed. With that assurance, she set her operatives to getting the necessary papers to back up your story and provide the sale of your ticket on the Flier. Because the Ambassador was on board, there is even a Royal Railroad Police witness who will remember you.”

Rarity had Twi going through the many stretches and twists of her fitting chart while the Princess explained the situation to Kin.

Kin impulsively hugged Rarity and gave her a kiss. “Thank you for being so wise, my very dear love. This Princess is exactly the sort of Royalty that deserves everything that her followers can give.”

Twilight, panting some, was watching them. Her wings were raised stiffly in lust. “Kin, if you use your, um, talent for seduction, can you limit it to physical sensations? Do you have to share minds to do it?”

Kin, still holding Rarity close, replied, “That is easy to do. If you wish me to use my talents without seeing your mind and its secrets, that is what I will do.

“If I may suggest it, try each of the other two bras and then all of the blouses. The last blouse and the bra can be taken off as part of our play. That will satisfy the honor of the Carousel Boutique and, if we do it right, make you even hornier.”

Twilight actually wrinkled her brow and started to look sad. “As much as I want what you just offered, I don't want to come between the two of you.”

Nuzzling Twi on the neck and up behind one sensitive ear, Kin reassured, “Never fear that. You will come between us, I guarantee it. You will be the alicorn middle of a mare sandwich until you do come! I have shared Rarity's mind and heart. She wants this too. It is lust and friendship mixed. Her heart is mine and mine is hers.”

Twilight smiled as she panted and gave Kin a hug. “Let's get on with it then.”

Rarity grinned as she retorted, “Oh, we will get it on!”

There followed actual careful fitting, test stretches, twists, and caresses sneaked in. Twilight's wings were almost uncontrollably stiff and raised!

As the last bra was removed from her body with much fondling, Twilight felt Kin's expert cream colored fingers massaging the delicate feathers of her wings. They were being gently fluffed and smoothed in the most sensual way possible. Kin's body was pressed against hers from behind, between her wings.

Rarity was fondling her breasts from the front side with her right hand. She carefully used the fingers of her left in Twilight's slit. Twi grabbed Rarity close, stroking her sides and back. Kin was both fondling her wings and nuzzling her neck. Twi twisted her head to get Kin's lips and soft breath in the exciting place behind her ear!

The Princess of Friendship came almost volcanically! She bucked and heaved in the height of her passion! As she settled down, Rarity shifted position, interposing her pale blue nipple into Twilight's lips.

The surprised Princess discovered Rarity's milk and began to suckle both gently and eagerly. In only a little, the serenely smiling Rarity changed breasts and let her friend and Princess nurse contentedly.

After a while of utterly contented afterglow, Twilight snickered gently, “I can see now that I am going to have to greatly expand my wardrobe! I never dreamed that a clothes fitting could be so much fun.”

She broke off the encounter and started to dress herself, choosing a bra and top designed and sewed by Kin. She turned to Rarity as she was fastening the last buttons, “Never fear, Rarity, I will be making a practice of wearing your designs, too. Kin is new to Equestria and Ponyville. Kin, I want you to KNOW that you are both welcome and accepted.”

They were interrupted by a discrete knock at the door.

#Work In Progress #FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC #MLP Fan Fiction #Written by De Writer

10 notes · View notes

littlemisssquiggles · 5 years

Note

Hello! I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but have you watched the Alita Battle Angel movie? If not, the synopsys is that an old doctor finds a cyborg bust in a scrapyard of trash that is dumped everyday by the floating city above, called Zalem. In your latest musing you mentioned something about trash being dumped from Atlas. What would you think if Upper Atlas were similar and it would dump trash in a scapyard, in Lower Atlas? And the workers there making use of it however they can?

‘SupYellow.Always a pleasure to hear from you so no worries there fam. Unfortunately I have notseen Alita.But I definitely want to since I’ve heard positive things about it; both themanga and the recent film adaptation. Despite knowing jack about the series, Ido like the idea you present here.

It wouldn’t surpriseme if something like that were possible with Atlas. It’s funny. Folks keepreferring to Atlas by Upper and Lower. Wouldn't Upper Atlas technically be just Atlas while the lower sector is the remnants of Mantle?

That’swhat I assumed it was. The lower city being Mantle below, unless I am deeplymistaken. I like the idea of Atlas dumping their trashinto Mantle with the People of Mantle living the life of scavengers;only managing to survive due to their resourceful nature by crafting workingmachinery and equipment from whatever scraps of and parts they managed tosalvage and/or pilfer from the junkyards dumped from Atlas.

It’dbe interesting if Atlas has become rather snobbish and discriminatory towardtheir Mantlese brethren over the years to the point that they don’t even donate their broken or unused materials to Mantle’scitadel, only granting them use of whatever they can scavenge from the massivepiles of junk they dump into their kingdom periodically. Like the rich andelite only granting charity to the poor by allowing them to take what they canfrom their trash bins for the week and considering that an act of generosity.

Imagine if … the Atlesians are the typeswho have grown so spoilt from their riches that they no longer see worth in their products anymore. To Atlas, it’s allabout advancement.Forwardever, backward never and when theold outdates the new, the old is disposed of so that the new can rise up andthrive. Take over even and lead them successfully towards a bright future. Itwouldn’t surprise if that is the mantra of Atlas because that is precisely whathappened with Atlas and Mantle’s history. Atlas rose up to the point that it overshadowed Mantle and rather than aid those left behind intheir predecessor kingdom, it seems that Atlas has lost all touch with itsroots.

Allthe more reason why I’m digging the concept of the People of Mantle being scavengers—thegood kind who see worth ineverything around them, since their generations have been forced to survive onso little for so long and thus become more adaptive and more appreciative ofwhat they have and cherish. And becauseof that, they are able to make wonders with what bit they can use from the UpperWorld.

Thisalso makes me think of a really cool hunch I have concerning Penny Polendina’sfather/creator. For the sake of my musings, I’m going to refer to him as Dr. Japheth Polendina until his official canon name is revealed. If mymemory serves correctly, Gepetto isthe Italian form of the name Japheth whichis a name of Hebrew origin meaning ‘expansion’.

I think Japheth is afitting pseudo-name for Dr. Polendina since my assumption is that he is a greatand well-renowned scientist and inventor in Atlas whose inventions hascontributed towards the kingdoms’ advancement. Makes sense, right? Beyond that,another theory I have is Dr. Polendina is unlike a lot of Atlesians . Itwouldn’t surprise me if Dr. Polendina, like many from his generation (MariaCalavera and Nicholas Schnee) was born after the Great War and contributedtowards Atlas taking over from Mantle.

Howeverunlike other Atlesians who seem to have discarded theirMantlese heritage and traditions, Dr. Polendina still holds stubbornly onto his.I like the irony of Dr. Polendina being old-fashioned despite being the inventor of so many creationsthat helped Atlas move forward. I think that could be a cool contrast to hischaracter. I like the idea of Dr. Polendina being a smart yet modest and humbleold man (maybe even a lil cuckoo for coco puffs), who doesn’t just create foradvancement but rather help humanity because he genuinely sees wonder and value in everything around him. Despite it being a traditionhis younger associates don’t understand and have tried to beat out of him foryears, y’know since they all mostly consider him a fossil and only keep himaround for his unique genius. Nonetheless Dr. Polendina sees worth in everything—includinga lifeless robotic husk he treated and loved like a daughter. That’s my theoryfor Dr. Polendina if you or anyone who were ever curious.

Ithink an anon-ninja once asked me what elements of Gepetto/Pinocchio I think will be incorporated in V7. Well I thinkthat’s one of them. I’d love to think that Japheth also shares a history with Arthur Watts.I can’t help this nagging hunch I have that Arthur Watts was probably the formerapprentice of Dr. Polendina who he loved like a son.

Inthe Pinocchio tale, Geppetto was an elderly woodcarver whoseemed to not have any former children of his own hence why he createdPinocchio and wished for him to be a real boy.

Imagine if it was the same for Dr.Polendina. Whatif… Japheth was a man who had dedicated his life so much toadvancing Atlas that he never got the chance to have the thing he wanted morethan anything—a family or at least someone to love him like one. Picture Japheth living a depressing life where he losttouch with his former family in Mantle and the closest thing to a family he hadin Atlas was a former apprentice who he cherished like the child he never had whoended up betrayinghim before disappearing entirely,believed to be dead (i.e. Dr. Arthur Watts) and lastly, Penny—the android heloved like a daughter but also ultimately lost.

Ican go on and on about my theories for Dr. Polendina but that’s the theory Imainly wish to share here. As you brought up Alita, it made me think ofsomething interesting. I have this Penny-centric theorywhere as soon as our heroes arrive in Atlas, they soon discover, much toRuby’s shock and disgust that Penny was made into a line of sentient service androidswho was being mass produced and sold to the People of Atlas.

Picture Detroit Become Human but with just Penny asthe sole android series. RWBY Chibi S2 kindof teased the concept of Penny being sold as a doll. So what ifthat will be the case for V7? What if…in current Atlas, Penny is now a popular brand of service androiddolls sold to the Atlesian public to perform many different roles insociety. Picture Penny being like the Barbie Doll of Atlas exceptthat she’s a life-sized sentient machine. Picture all kinds of Penny models beingsold each programmed with a series of different functions tailor made to fitwhatever role her user/buyer bought her to perform.

Imagine Ruby standing in acity populated with different Pennies—-Waitress Penny, Nurse Penny, Traffic Cop Penny, TourGuide Penny, etc.—who all look and sound just like Ruby’s Pennybut isn’t her. And what’s even more horrifying to Ruby is what Penny’s legacyhas dissolved into. Back in V3 I believe, Penny told Ruby that she wasoriginally made to protect Remnant. She was made to be a hero. The first of her kind tobe used to protect humanity.

Imagine howmuch of an insult it would be if this is what Ruby finds out Atlasdid to her friend after she was murdered. Not remember her as a hero butbasically a living toy to beused and abused as her consumers feel.

That’sinsane!Which is all the more reason why I want this theory to come true. I was askedlong ago by a FNDM fam about how Ruby would feel if she saw Penny locked away insidesome pod inside a laboratory. I never got around to actually answering that questionbecause Tumblr buried the original response post I was going to edit. If thatuser happens to read all of my answer posts, here is my answer to your questionnow.

Rubyreacting to a rebuilt Penny being locked safely inside a pod? Ahahaa! How about I giveyou something grimmer?

Ontop of Atlas mass producing Penny and treating her like a plaything rather than the heroshe was meant to be, you wanna know my theory for what they did with originalPenny?

Myhunch is that originalPenny is put in the trash. Meaningthat after her body was returned to Atlas, there was a meeting between themembers of the Atlas Council debating on whether or not the military projectPenny was born from should be terminated or not. Even though Ironwood is the mainauthoritarian from Atlas that we’ve met so far, I’d like to think there is another topleader calling the shots whoIronwood actually serves under.

Ifthe Atlas Council is anything like Vale’s, then there are at least threemembers on the council governing the Kingdom. From what I remember back in V4,Ironwood says he holds two seats on the council. This leaves the third and lastseat and it’s here where I think we’ll have a new authoritarian character who Ironwoodlistens to.

Basicallyit was this Atlas Council Member introduced and signed off on the idea ofturning Penny into a doll to be sold to the public. I don’t know of any puppet masters in any knownfairy tales but perhaps this Councilman, as I’ll refer to him in mymusings, could be based off of the Coachman from Pinocchio. In the 1883 book TheAdventures of Pinocchio, the Coachman was a villain who kidnapped children tobring them to Toy Island in which the bad children turned into donkeys.

IfFNDM fam thought General Ironwood was a cross due to his deep authoritarian waysand leadership then imagine someone worse than Ironwoodbut lacking the compassion. Picture… the Councilman being the type to make ajackass out of the General Ironwood since Ironwood generally has torun everything by him and the Councilman has Ironwood wrapped around his pinkie,especially now that he hasn’t been well—psychologically. I actually kinda digthis idea.

Sothe Councilman convinces Ironwood that the best way to dissolve the mess the Vytalescapade left on the military and the People of Atlas following Beacon is to turnPenny into a doll series—allowing her to fulfil the purpose she was made for.Serving humanity by serving humanity as a service doll. There are even Penniesbeing used by the military.

WhileDr. Polendina wouldn’t sign off on something like this—imagine it being oneof those uncomfortable scenarios where one’s hand is forced because they arebacked into a corner by people trying to either bullyor manipulate them. In the case of Japheth, it was both theCouncilman trying to bully him into doing his job for the military and Ironwood,though sympathetic towards the doctor and his loss, still trying to somewhatemotionally manipulate the man into doing as he and the Councilman ordered byusing Penny and the reasons she was made in the first place as his motive.

It’snot a nice game but in the end, against his wishes, Dr. Polendina had no choicebut to hand over his research and the original body of Penny and concur as themilitary—mainly the Councilman did what they pleased with her.

Andin the end, once they were done, they didn’t even have the common courtesy toreturn Penny to her father. Instead, like many things in Atlas, Penny wasdiscarded and her remains ended up in the junkyards near Mantle. I even have away RWBY canincorporate Monstro into the Atlas Arc. You know how in Pinocchio,Gepetto got swallowed by the giant whale?

Wellwhat if…at some point, the heroes visit Lower Atlas on their voyage towards Mantle. Mytheory is that at some point during the Schnee Family Affairsstoryline of the Atlas Arc, Weiss will go in search of her missing grandfatherNicholas Schnee and her searches will take her and her friends down from Atlasinto Mantle’s depth. During their voyage, the group end up in the junkyardsbelow.

Apparently,people aren’t allowed to go in the junkyards. Part of it is due to Atlas being stingy towards Mantle even with their junk and anotheris for the reason that there is a massive Grimm known to roam the junkyards.That monster is GrimmMonstro—a colossal land whale type Grimm that burrows undergroundand swims through the sea of garbage in the junk piles looking for anyunsuspecting victims to rise up and swallow.

I have this idea where Ruby andOscar are swallowed alive by Grimm Monstro and it’s in the belly of the Grimm where Ruby discovers Penny’s originaldestroyed body. Perhaps…as a better alternative, that’s how she and Oscargot swallowed in the first place. Ruby spots OG Penny while in the junkyard.Goes off on her own to retrieve her despite Oscar’s initial warnings that somethingfelt off about the junkyard however Ruby ignores hisadvice. Ruby makes it to Penny’s body in time for Grimm Monstro to rise up.Oscar jumps in to rescue Ruby. The two try their best to outrun the giant Grimmbut end up getting swallowed alive. That could be FREAKING EPIC!

Little Red Riding Hood and PrincessOzma working together to escape Monstroand save themselves plus Pinocchio is a future RWBY episodeI’d love to see for Atlas. YES PLEASE! Sign my ass up!

Andif all that comes true, we could even get Ruby and Oscar working together to revive original Penny.

Ifmy theory about Oscarawakening his inner mechanic and inventor comes to fruition, imagine Ruby begging Oscar to help her revive her formerfriend using his skills. Knowing and fully understanding how much this means toRuby, Oscar accepts and the two rosebuds get to work together. I would lovethis so much!

Ithink this could be really cool especially if after Penny gets successfully restoredthrough Oscar’s know-how, she starts calling Oscar ‘brother’. I’ll give you three veryimportant reasons why I love this idea.

Firstly,I’ve seen some fans comparing Oscar to Penny so me, being the proud Pinehead and Polendiva (Penny Polendina fan) that I amstarted to dig the idea of Penny and Oscar having a brother-sister dynamic.Like after Oscar helps rebuild her, Penny starts treating him like he was her big brother.Not father since Dr. Japheth is her father.

Secondly,I like Penny calling Oscar ‘brother’ because of the obvious, very on the nosecall back to FMA. Come on! You know how much I love those.

Andlastly, I love this idea because it appeals to another Pinehead headcanon I have where Oscar becomes an apprentice under Dr. Polendina anddevelops a father/son bond with the old inventor. I did say I wantedOscar to have a godmother type character who adopts him in Atlas. Perhapsinstead of a fashion designer, it’s an genius inventor who acts as hisgodfather.

Penny andDr. Polendina both adopting Oscar into their family = HELLA FREAKING YES.

You know my mantra. #EverybodyAdoptsOscar

I’dlove to expand more on this idea some more but I think I’ll save it for anothermusing. This response post is long enough. But for what it’s worth, I hope youlike my answer Yellow.Let me know what you think if you can pretty please. Would like to hear yourthoughts on my thoughts.

~LittleMissSquiggles(2019)

#squiggles answers: rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #penny polendina #rwby theories #rwby v7 theories #rwby volume 7 #rwby v7 #yellow-eyed-green-crocodile #pinehead headcanons #squiggles pinehead headcanons

43 notes · View notes