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murderbot-fanimation-project · 5 months

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SPOTLIGHT ON:

Murderbot Fanimation Project Backgrounds!

(Part 1 of 3) (Jump to parts [2] [3])

They may be the literal background of the finished product, but the backgrounds done for the Murderbot Diaries Fanimation Project deserve their time in the spotlight!

Part of what makes the Fanimation stand out as much as it does is the love, care, and attention to detail that the artists poured into the backgrounds. The team stuck closely to the source texts when designing the spaces, producing some beautiful pieces of art that deserve appreciation on their own.

You can watch the Murderbot Diaries Fanimation Project here.

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Scanners - Initial sketch and layout by Jude, finalised and coloured by @chimaerakitten

"I had to hack an ID-screening system and some weapon-scanning drones on the level above..."

ASR Pit - by Lue

"This assessment zone was a barren stretch of coastal island, with low, flat hills rising and falling and thick greenish-black grass up to my ankles [...] The coast was dotted with big bare craters, one of which Bharadwaj and Volescu were taking samples in. The planet had a ring, which from our current position dominated the horizon when you looked out to sea."

AC Food Court - by Vanessa

"The location for the meeting was a food service place in the main mall area. [...] There were multiple open levels inside, with tables and chairs, and it was 40 percent full of humans and augmented humans."

Deltfall - by @chimaerakitten with bodies by @theash0

"There were eleven messily dead humans in the hub, sprawled on the floor, in chairs, the monitoring stations and projection surfaces behind them showing impact damage from projectile and energy weapon fire."

ASR Hopper - by @broken-risk-assessment-module

"It was a series of rocky hills in a thick tropical jungle, heavily occupied by a large range of fauna."

PresAux Hub - by Cephei

"There were mugs and empty meal packets on some of the consoles. I’m not cleaning that up unless I’m given a direct order."

AC Hotel - Layout and lineart by Vanessa, colour by Cephei

"The lobby was built on various platforms overlooking a holo sculpture of an open chasm filled with a giant crystalline structure growing out of the walls. [...] My clients were on the same platform as the check-in area, near the railing around the sculpture’s artificial chasm, sitting on a round backless couch thing that looked more like a decorative object than furniture."

Medbay - by @sometimesihaveideas

"I opened my security feed and found a camera for Medical. I was lying on the procedure table, my armor gone, just wearing what was left of my suit skin, the humans gathered around."

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #mbfanimationproject #behind the scenes #murderbot fanart #all systems red #artificial condition #background art

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rosewind2007 · 5 months

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Oh…my…gods…

IT’S BACK!

On the 29th of March 2023 I published what was going to be a oneshot, a fun little chapter featuring Murderbot and ART and Gurathin and a dastardly plot with a Combat SecUnit designed to look just like MB…that was then…today chapter 27 of what is now the second longest Murderbot Diaries fanfic on AO3 is published

It’s now a teamwork with @rj-abacura @theash0 @gamebird @opalescent-potato @hopedtheredbestars and more who have worked on it along the way—and you’re all amazing ❤️❤️❤️

It’s the same length as Network Effect (give or take a few words)

Watch the tags

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #gurathin #secunit #asshole research transport #murderathin #murderbot shipping #shipping #OC combat SecUnit #combat SecUnit #dr gurathin #perihelion #enemies closer #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #shibari #code Shibari

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the-ash0 · 5 years

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surviving paradise chapter 6

He was 7

The biggest practice room on Frieza's ship was packed! It divided in two, and the half meant for spectators had filled up and overflowed unto the fighting area. The excited buzz from them had heightened the moment Vegeta entered.

With a confident smirk, he walked to the middle of the empty side of the room, and crossed his arms as he waited. He had chosen a simple piece of armor sans cape or trappings for this, but he projected royal confidence nonetheless. Recklessly he basked in the crowd’s speculative stares.

It had been a while since the prince had received this kind of attention, and it was not hard to admit there was some charm to it. Far better at least than sitting through tactical lessons or running the same basic drills with the other recruits.

Frieza himself was present, his interest in him returned instantly after it had dulled in these past boring months of schooling. Its round white throne hovered at the edge of the battle area marked with white marble tiles. The tyrant looked small and idle, reclining within the dome with that lazy smirk. It resembled a horned pink iguana chick that had pecked a hole out of its eggshell, but was quite content to stay half hatched.

At its right hand, as always, Zarbon stood with a scowl on his face. It seemed to be his constant expression as of late. Or… perhaps Vegeta just had that effect on the long-braided alien.

Vegeta also saw some Saiyans in the audience, which was a rare occurrence as it seemed they were purposely kept from him. His people did not appear happy to see him here though, but Vegeta supposed that made sense. Even his own kind had a way of underestimating him. His peers however, were ecstatic. Vegeta spotted the wolf-boy, the purple squid, and a few others. Boisterously they catcalled, with that half-mad glint in their eyes he recognized as staring death in the face from up a little too close.

All thought he was committing suicide. Vegeta disagreed.

Evening recruit fights were just about the only entertainment on board, yet usually the fights were of little consequence. The soldiers that came to watch got their jollies by riling up the winner into dragging things out, goading the victor into torturing the loser for their enjoyment, or playing with the unconscious body.

But Vegeta wanted something more than a weakling to torture for fun. He wanted recognition. Vegeta was going places; straight to the top. Or, at least out of the recruit class and into active service as fast as possible… and that meant taking some calculated risks.

So when Dodoria asked who Vegeta wanted to fight- actually asked Vegeta- he’d simply pointed at the creature in front of him. The pink alien had lowered its round face to his, confused at first. Then it had muttered something about crazy monkeys, and accepted.

Why had Vegeta chosen the ball-shaped powerhouse as his opponent ? Well, Dodoria was high enough up in the PTO hierarchy to earn Vegeta some much-needed repute. Yes, everyone on board might well agree Vegeta was a crazy monkey for doing this- perhaps the craziest monkey of all. But they had given him what he had wanted out of this: he had their undivided attention.

After today, no one would ask ‘Say are you Vegeta's son?’ Afterafter today, no one would ask ‘Wwhat is that kid doing here?’ and after today no one would ask ‘aren't you a little small for a Saiyan warrior?’. Because after today they would know of him; win or lose, he would be feared.

As for the risk, Dodoria was actually professional, all things considered. Sure, it poked fun at Vegeta with name calling, but it did that to everyone. Also, its temper was one of short explosions and not of drawn-out pain. And as Dodoria had little to prove by fighting him, Vegeta was pretty sure that if he did lose, he’d go to the med-tanks with his pride and most of his body still intact.

But Vegeta was not counting on losing; no, he was betting on winning this thing.

Dodoria finally entered and it walked straight up to tower over Vegeta like an elephant over a kitten. It held its wide girth over him like that for long seconds, casting a great shadow over the prince. But Vegeta held his position and smiled up casually.

The jeering shushed a little as Dodoria shook its pink head at the boy beneath him, obviously confused, and Vegeta took up a fighting stance. Perhaps it had thought to call the Crown Prince of Saiyan’s bluff by now. But of course, Vegeta never bluffed.

“Well let’s get this over with,” the elite rumbled and tightened its ham-hands to fists.

Vegeta grunted, stepped back. And then, he stepped back again as the hulking creature swung. Dodoria turned and twisted, only slightly annoyed while its small opponent kept his distance. It even grunted in understanding as Vegeta played it safe, swinging easily and full of confidence.

After several minutes of sparring in this manner, the giant warrior was not even winded. Content, perhaps even. But this was not the game the Saiyan prince meant to play. He had something a little wilder in mind. So Vegeta tried a different tactic. “You really are kind of slow.”

The comment didn't seem to anger Dodoria, but it did have the intended effect. “How about we step it up then?” the giant asked, its pockmarked features turning into a wicked grin as it jumped and threw an impressive number of punches. All within a few seconds.

A few blows grazed Vegeta, but when he dropped to all fours and unravelled his tail, no more came close. This way, Vegeta traded defense for maneuverability and danced out of the way of every strike. Blocking was useless here anyway, Vegeta realised as he watched another tile broken to bits by a missed punch; if he took one of these hits, it would down him.

Running backward out from a particular nasty hook, Vegeta kept backing up until his elbow hit the moving wall of spectators. He was sweating, mostly from the thrill. And so he smiled. “Is that all you can do? Shadow boxing?”

Dodoria’s skin darkened from its usual pink. Without warning, it reached an arm out and shot ki at Vegeta. The crowd shrieked as both Vegeta and the spectators scrambled out of the way frantically. But Dodoria was not distracted, and its blasts followed Vegeta across the room and up the walls.

Dust rained down, the blast rang in his ears as he flew higher, then ran across the ceiling on all fours. At the next explosion, Vegeta dropped down, turned quick, and took his chance.

The slight Saiyan doubled back and closed in, hidden by the flying rocks and dust. He reached the giant’s foot and ran up, using his tail to cut sharp corners. Finally, he scaled Dodoria’s back until he reached the neck of the giant's armor. Once there, he grabbed on and flattened himself down behind the round alien’s armored shoulder blades.

After a few tense seconds, Vegeta realised that things had turned out better than he could have hoped. Thought he could see little of the pink creature’s face, the way Dodoria turned his head to the left and right as he searched the area made it obvious: Dodoria had no idea where the Saiyan had disappeared to.

As the crowd started to jeer, Vegeta could not help himself. He pulled himself up by the hem, placed a hand over his eyes, and pretended to look around as well. Then he gave a mocking shrug and blasted his best ki attack down the neck of Dodoria’s armor.

The giant screamed. The crowd whooped. He was nearly thrown as Dodoria turned, around and again, like some oversized rodeo horse. Vegeta took another shot as Dodoria’s thick arms flailed about uselessly. The monster was simply too fat to reach him.

Emboldened, the prince shot another blast, this time in the creature’s ear, and with another scream Dodoria dropped. For a moment, Vegeta nearly crowed in victory.

Then Dodoria rolled and Vegeta lost his perch on top of its back. He ran like a dog on a treadmill, taking a good kick at the monster’s face in passing as he evaded the grabbing fingers. On the next rotation he managed a pin-prick ki-blast, but soon he was too busy evading and running to attack further.

Then it happened; he lost traction and was raised up in the air as the round elite got back to his feet. Vegeta found himself dangling upside down with his tail in a vice-like grip. Yes, this was - of course- the risk from the start.

“Ah, damn! You got me,” he told Dodoria as the elite’s dark-red face came into view. “No hard feelings, right?”

Yet the twitch of Dodoria’s puckered eyebrow phased Vegeta; “No hard feelings,” the giant echoed, somehow bringing home that there definitely were a lot of hard feelings. Hard, painful ones.

Well, if he was fucked anyway, he might as well make it count. Vegeta brought his arms together and released the biggest blast he could muster. It managed him a drop of at least a foot before the fist closed on his tail again.

Then the giant turned in a pitching motion, and Vegeta sailed in an arch, following through until he made impact with the ground. The bright pain had not even died down before he moved backwards, out from the rubble and started to fly once more. His last thought was he must look like a puppet getting smacked around by an angry toddler.

When he woke up, he was floating and not hurting anymore, drifting slowly and comfortably in healing fluids. Time went by unmeasured as he bobbed, slow current moving through his hair. Sometimes his mind brushed at questions like how he had gotten here, or how the fight had ended. But then his consciousness shied away, content to stay inside this quiet isolation.

Suddenly he was jerked awake by a muffled knock on the glass. With some effort Vegeta focused his eyes on the shape outside of the med-tank; it was Dodoria. Vegeta almost misjudged the look on Dodoria’s face as a grin.

“Congratulations. Frieza was much impressed. You’ve made it into active duty.” Then Dodoria punched the glass, a little too hard; hairline cracks appeared and the giant’s features twisted into an ugly sneer. “And all you had to do was make me look the fool. But mark my words. You will pay me back in full for this.”

#surviving paradise #vegeta #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #just look for theash0

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theash0 · 3 years

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That just drives it home though. Huwan comes to a ridiculous conclusion: “You are. Upset with me?”

Gurathin stands up, looks Huwan straight in the eye and says, in the most disbelieving tone: “Now, how could anyone be upset with you about shooting a SecUnit? Isn’t that literally what they’re for?”

#muderbot diaries #secunit #gurathin #fugitive telemetry

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botherkupo · 5 years

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Post the first line of your last 10 published fics, then tag 10 people. I was tagged by @royaltealovingkookiness . Gonna use FFN for this one because it’s more accurate. (My Ao3 profile has stuff I wrote in 2012 as the most recently published, lol.)

1) The Undying Fire: Balance (atla) -- “Zuko!”

2) The Undying Fire: The Silencers (atla) -- “That bad, huh?”

3) The Little Adventures of Katara (And One Giant Prince) (atla) -- Katara shifts with a sleepy sound and rolls onto her stomach. Silk brushes against her bare skin. Wait. Silk on bare skin?

4) I Don't Speak Meow Language (atla) -- Katara wakes to pain, warmth, and a slight swaying. When she blinks, it's like the world has lost half its brightness. Colours are dull and a bit blurry. This isn't right. She doesn't feel right.

5) Stray Cat (ML) -- He loves the freedom of being Chat Noir. He can jump high enough to graze the sky with his fingertips, taking him over buildings, over entire suburbs. It's like breaking from a cage, like discovering a world with no borders.

6) Send Help (HP) -- My life has become one of endless shit.

7) The Faerie King (HP) -- Malfoy was drunk. Again.

8) The Spirits Made Me (Atla) -- Prince Zuko's ship had never been admired for its appearance. It was a small, rust-patched thing that was more like an outdated hairdo people wished would disappear—served its purpose, but also kind of embarrassing.

9) Just Make It Stop (Atla) -- "You saved me," Katara said, looking up at him with wide-eyes, her face mere inches from his.

10) Snow Globe (FFVII) -- It's a selfish urge. Tomorrow the world might end. Meteor is ugly and bright in the sky above them, never quite out of sight, yet in this moment she doesn't want to look up. Doesn't even want to think about saving the planet.

Sorry if you get tagged twice with this, and no pressure if you don’t want to join in.

@phoenix-downer, @idreamofdraco, @noeycat07, @smellerbeee, @whatarubberchicken, @cabbage-foam, @writerdragonfly, @fictionissocialinquiry, @atomicpen, @theash0

#meme thing #first lines #writing #tag game

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murderbot-fanimation-project · 4 months

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SPOTLIGHT ON: Murderbot Fanimation Project Backgrounds!

(Part 3 of 3) (Jump to part [1] [2])

They may be the literal background of the finished product, but the backgrounds done for the Murderbot Diaries Fanimation Project deserve their time in the spotlight!

You can watch the Murderbot Diaries Fanimation Project here.

In this final part, we look at some of the backgrounds that we animated to give them that extra wow factor. Some of the shots in the Murderbot Fanimation have backgrounds completely made in 3D - the opening shot and the post-credits scene, for example. But the shots in this post are mostly 2D imagery, with some 3D components and clever editing that bring them to life.

Deltfall Habitat - Background art and motion editing by @broken-risk-assessment-module , habitat model created by TechnicalToad and rendered by @theash0

"I climbed the ladder up to the roof hatch and popped it. The armor’s boots have magnetized climbing clamps, and I used them to cross over the curving roofs to the third habitat and then around to the second."

Milu Storm - 3D model of the corridor by TechnicalToad, storm effect created by @theash0 using, among many other elements, an effect created by @chimaerakitten

"Swirling, towering clouds, filled with electrical discharges, obscured any view of the surface. [...] It was immense, and wrong, and terrible and beautiful all at the same time. I stood there for what I later clocked as twenty-two seconds, just staring."

Docking Bay Door - Background, foreground, and door textures illustrated by Vanessa. 3D door composited and animated by @theash0

"Gurathin knelt beside an open maintenance floor panel next to the gate, tools scattered around, and Ratthi held a light for him. The panel was painted with an emergency feed marker label that in a selection of different languages read 'Manual Release.'"

Docking Bay Corridor - Illustrated by @nirelaz , motion editing by @theash0

"Our shuttle slot was six locks down, glowing emergency lighting showing me Mensah standing beside it holding a small energy weapon."

Bonus higher-quality stills of those last two to appreciate the detail:

(Docking Bay Door by Vanessa)

(Docking Bay Corridor by @nirelaz - you can find more of the backgrounds Nirelaz did for this project here)

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #mbfanimationproject #behind the scenes #murderbot fanart #all systems red #rogue protocol #exit strategy #background art

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theash0 · 3 years

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“Look, it’s just disarming it. See, it’s already back on its feet.”

Which appears to be true. Although Lew cannot help but wince; the disarming had been taken pretty literally it seems. Regardless, SU_#0 throws the garbled fist towards the Combat Unit in a decent imitation of a punch. Which the Combat easily dodges, but obviously, if it still can fight... And the Combat doesn’t hit back either, just dodges again, then picks the Unit up by the shoulder and throws it forward.

#fanart #fanfic #murderbot #murderbot diaries #labhell

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the-ash0 · 4 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/23127391/chapters/62436892

James sleeks down the street behind the Jabari vanguard. Silent and in-step with their treads, a stalking shadow cast in streetlight. He gets about thirty paces off before they notice him; before a warrior in the back turns, with a yell. It’s way too late, in his professional opinion. Had James been armed.. Had he had a sniper rifle on hand.

Well, but that’s a lot of ifs, and to be honest, very little will hold up against a good sniper with a decent sight-line. And they do well; when they finally do spot him: fan out; surround him. Which is best practice, really. And just what he had expected. Allowing them, James takes a wide stance. Feet planted, arms hanging. He lets them come to him, face angled down and hidden behind a curtain of hair. From behind that safety, he follows the individual warriors without really looking; eyes unseeing on the pavement. They are but extensions of the real threat; the great mountain of a man that plants himself straight in front of James, staff-that-if-a-club struck into pavement with finality.

#fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #bucky barnes #fanficion #marvel #mcu fanfiction #mcu shuri #winterprinces #wakanda #m'baku #this is it #thisisthebigone #im so excited

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the-ash0 · 4 years

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It’s over. .

These last few days have passed James in a daze. This. This is the first clear moment he has. Has had. And it’s too little, too late. Shuri is looking up at him with sad eyes; staring just inches removed. Inches; but it might as well be yards; miles; lightyears . Shuri does not try to travers that distance; doesn’t reach out and touch and pull him in.

And now, soon; soon, it really will be miles.

#Wakanda #Winter Soldier #mcu #drama

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the-ash0 · 4 years

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Shuri’s dark eyes glitter up at him from where she’s slanted against the couch’s side padding. James is poised over her, real arm on the backrest, the other palm fixed against that same side padding. Stones on her intricate hairpiece-dash-tiara touch against the metal of his forearm, chiming almost musically. The corner of her mouth raises. A little amused, a little sleepy. “Hey,” she says after a long moment. Her breath is a little thick but still so sweet and good.

“Hey,” James echos. Though he’d rather just repeat IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. She had heard him, hadn’t she?

Shuri rolls a shoulder, putting one hand to her neck with a slight wince. She blinks; looks around like she’s not even sure where she is. “What time is it?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23127391/chapters/59103688

#fanficion #explict #winterprinces #marvel #winter soldier #mcu shuri

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the-ash0 · 4 years

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Shuri’s still setting up in the private brunch room when James is let inside by her Dora guards. Scrubbed clean and looking fresh in a white shirt and light jeans, and a lot healthier after what must have been his first solid night of sleep in a long while. With a quick glance at her beads Shuri sees he’s early but not overly so, which means the third person invited is late . And that’s odd, because her new bff is punctual to a fault. Still, Shuri covers her surprise, stepping his way with a welcoming smile. “Morning, Barnes.”

He answers with his own tug of the lips, though there’s a hint of a question in there. And as he wonders her way Shuri is again caught by how normal he seems. Almost average. “Good morning, Princess.” Always just a little too much respect, but watered down by a royal helping of familiarity. “What’s this then? Don’t have to get creative on my account. I’m not traumatized by tables or anything.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23127391/chapters/55634017#workskin

This Chapter tookforever to write and im pretty pleased with how it turned out. Tje overall cadence means im definitively going to have to slow the fic down and make it longer than plannrd but.. maybe it's worth it?

#winterprinces #winter soldier #mcu shuri #marvel #mcufam #mcu fanfiction #endgame fix it #black panther #fanficion

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the-ash0 · 5 years

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Obvious

One of my pet peeves is where a character makes a deduction about another feelings, and then that feeling is repeated from that second person’s perspective, proven right. Or, sometimes it is spoken out loud. Or, dare I say it, both.

If this is you don't take it personal. I’ve been guilty of this and far worse in the past.

But this little literary blemish does form the inspiration of this fic, so you have been warned!

This is smutty, and does not really fit well with any of my other fics. So. don't try to get it. Just enjoy.

(ps my stuff is on ao3 and ff.net under theash0)

She thought it was obvious by now Vegeta disliked her.

It was apparent by the way he kept scowling at her, from the moment she entered any room. He’d already be looking, and she’d be shocked to be the center of his anger because she had yet to do or say anything. His stare would then follow her on her errant, making her feel like an intruder in her own home. A very unwelcome one. And he’d keep staring, usually frozen in whatever he was doing before, just to bore his eyes into her with aggression. Until she beat a hasty retreat, eyes scorching her back.

Or, how he’d side-step her in the hall like even risking a touch would burn him. Though she doubted he feared bodily harm half as much as her. No, more like catching cooties. Like she was was a carrier of some nasty, carrying disease.

And, of course, the fact that as soon as she joined her family at the table he visibly lost his appetite. A Saiyan, unable to swallow another bite as soon as he saw her. Just sitting there, starting again, trying somewhat subversively to get his mouth-full down. Until he gave up and spit in a handkerchief before leaving. It would have been funny, if it was not so terribly offensive.

He hated Bulma with a vengeance.

The way she’d strut around like she owned the place, hips swaying in a very improper manner. Speaking and moving like some dancer, free and unguarded. Wide gestures, offensive in their lack of defense. Like he wasn’t right here, perfectly able to end her.

How she’d show off her unmarred skin. Skipping around through the gardens in too short dresses showing off her long legs. Reclining in the sun in skimpy outfits called swimwear, never actually swimming. At the dinner table, the string of her dress sliding off her shoulder, suggesting without even trying. Like she wanted someone the reach out and stroke that skin.

That hair, swirling like a storm, never the same two day in a row. Like a tempest when she cornered him, suggesting in no uncertain terms that he should at least pretend to be able to be in the same room with her. Pushing those waving locks around him as she got into his face, the smell of her drowning all out. Her, her breath, and that stupid blue hair. Begging him to pull it hard, bring her to her knees and.

“I loathe you.” He snarled at her. Pushing back with the ferocity he’d been feeling for far too long.

“I hate you.” He whispered in her ear, in the dark. As she kissed him in all the wrong places. Kissed him back.

“I despise you.” He told her, staring at the ceiling. With her in his arms. Laying here still, though the morning light was slowly creeping in.

“Yes.” she stretched, a dry tone in her voice. “That much is obvious by now.”

#vegebul #fluff

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botherkupo · 5 years

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tagged by: @dragongirl028.

Are you named after someone?

Nope. I was meant to be named after one of my aunts, but my father decided to give me some random arse name “just ‘cause”.

When was the last time you cried?

Last week. I was writing fanfic.

Do you have kids?

No. This is probably good. I don’t really know what to do with tiny human things.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I do and don’t. Really depends on my mood.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their aura/how they make me feel.

Eye color?

Blue.

Scary Movie or Happy Ending?

Happy ending all the way. I hate scary movies. Refuse to even watch them.

Any Special Talents?

I’m actually a good singer and used to do a lot of performances. Never wanted to make a career out of it, though. That lifestyle looks soul-crushing as hell.

When were you born?

December 13th.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, painting (need to do more of this), video games (very rarely these days), and walking/running. I also love trying new things -- restaurants, visiting new places, random games. Give me all the new things.

Do you have any pets?

No. Don’t want any either.

How tall are you?

5′4″

What sports do you play/have you played?

I once got a report card for PE that said, “I cannot grade Kim because she refuses to participate.” That should tell you enough.

Favorite Subject?

English Literature.

Dream Job?

My dream job doesn’t exist because all I really want is to be wealthy enough to never have to work so I can just focus on my creative interests. But I can’t do this without getting famous (blegh) or marrying someone rich (double blegh) or somehow managing to discover a fabulously wealthy benefactor/relative who will bestow me with a fortune a la Victorian novel (keep hoping for this one, but I guess there’s a severe lack of mysterious, conveniently-timed benefactors these days ...)

Tagging this at’cha: @konggodzuko, @lucel18, @blahblahbayern, @awkwardartist83, @shivisdivis, @jawesomesauce, @ka-tara, @noeycat07, @video-ninja, @theash0, @alwaysthesideofwonder, @biorn21, @ginlii, @blackcanary13, @storyoftheunknownfangirl

#meme #asks

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