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private-snippers · 5 years ago

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A Fog of Green

Soulmate September Day 4 - There is a trail of colour only you can see that marks out where your soulmate has been.

Pairings: Intrulogical, very minor anxceit (it’s mentioned in like two paragraphs at the very end

Warnings: blink and you’ll miss it self deprecation, talk of blood, gore, death (generally just Remus being Remus)

Notes: you can read Intrulogical as romantic or queer-platonic. I like to think of them as QPP’s, but there is talk of proposing at the end and I’m not sure if QPP’s get married?

ao3

Logan sighed, checking his watch for what must have been the seventh time in the past minute. If Patton has been in his position, he may have said Logan was checking his watch for the thousandth time, but he wasn’t, and Logan was not one for hyperboles.

Logan’s shift had started nearly 10 minutes ago, and they had been fidgeting endlessly ever since. He had been expecting a calm shift, looking at the fish and perhaps informing customers of a few facts. With this new disturbance, however, they thought it best that the customers simply inform themselves using the plaques attached to the walls nearby the tanks. The constantly fading trail of green smoke had their full attention.

It flowed in from the jellyfish exhibit, through the hall Logan was stationed in, and out past into the amphibians and beyond. Logan had come into the hall through the reptile exhibit, only passing the entrance to the amphibians, too engrossed in his thoughts to notice the green smoke. Even if he had noticed, however, he would have had to wait, as he did now, for the end of his shift. It was only his second day at the job, he could not afford to be flagged for missing his shift.

Instead, Logan spent their time pacing the hall, thinking of their soulmate and praying to the stars and the constellations among them that their soulmate would still be in their general vicinity when their shift finished.

Luckily for him, there was no need to wait.

Logan heard several pounding footsteps come in from the reptile exhibit, along with a few muffled apologies. His head snapped up, but not quick enough to dodge before he caught a flash of green out of the corner of his eye and someone slammed directly into him.

“Oh, fuck! Sorry! I’m looking for my–” they paused, looking at the air around Logan, “for you, apparently! Shit, that was a bad first impression. I’m Remus, she/her right now!”

“Logan, he/they. I presume that you are the source of all this green smoke everywhere?”

“So long as you’re the blue! Wait, I'm green? Please tell me I’m a good green!”

Logan laughed, “Well I certainly believe you to be. My apologies for not finding you sooner, I was planning to finish my shift before searching for my soulmate”

Soulmates. That’s what they were. Remus took a good, long look at the person standing in front of her– her Soulmate!–and grinned.

“I was too caught up in the exhibit’s to notice the smoke! They redid the reptile tanks after the last time I was here so I was reading all the new signs they put up!”

“You enjoy learning? Excellent. I am pursuing a degree in Astrophysics, with a minor in astronomy.”

“Ooh, fun! I’m gonna be a marine biologist, I’m writing a research thing on turtles! Did you know that alligator snapping turtles are a thing! They’re like alligator-turtle hybrids and they are insane! Nature is fucked! I wonder what it’d look like if they tore off someone’s head! Would it be like one clean snap, or maybe just a big, gushing tear–”

“Well I do not believe that an alligator snapping turtle would enjoy a human,” Logan interrupted, “it would certainly be interesting to research what effect their jaws and teeth have on their prey. Perhaps we could research it together over dinner?”

Remus looked up in astonishment, “You want to have dinner with me?”

“Why, of course. You are my soulmate, after all, and I do not believe that I would be given a soulmate I would dislike conversing with. The majority of soulmates develop a relationship together, do they not?”

“Well, yes, but– never mind. I’ll talk to Emile–my therapist,” Remus said after a questioning look from Logan, “about it next week.”

“If you are certain.” After a nod from Remus, Logan continued. “Why don’t you tell me more about Alligator snapping turtles? They sound intriguing, and you certainly seem to know a lot about them.”

The two continued to chat for the rest of Logan’s shift, prattling on about alligator snapping turtles, various other reptiles, and certain aspects of space that may or may not have involved explosions and flames.

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It was a few weeks after the two had met, and their relationship was progressing nicely. They were texting or calling daily and meeting regularly as well. A few days ago, Remus had said that their brother wanted to meet Logan. Logan had agreed, as they saw no reason to wait any longer to meet, and as such had arranged to meet today.

Logan and Remus were standing in front of Roman’s door, a small two-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building in the middle of downtown. Logan was nervously clasping and unclasping his fist, as he often did when he was anxious.

Remus grabbed their hand, squeezing it before whispering to them. “It’s alright, Lo, Roman’s great! Don’t tell him I said this but,” Xe lowered xir voice a bit, “he’s really helped me with, well, everything, and he’s a great brother.” Xe gave Logan’s hand one last squeeze before turning and knocking erratically on the door. “He’s gonna love you.”

There was a quick and sudden tapping of feet behind the door before it swung open to reveal Roman. “Remus!” He said, double-checking xir bracelet colour–a vibrant green almost identical to Remus’s smoke colour, much to Logan’s surprise and Remus’s delight. “And–Logan? You're my brother’s soulmate?”

“Wait, you guys know each other? What the hell?”

“Yes,” Logan said, “We were project partners a couple of months ago. Roman must have moved, as I did not recognize his apartment. Wait–You were the cause of the green smoke!” He said incredulously, turning to Remus.

“I–Yes?” Remus asked. “Were you not aware of my smoke colour which only you can see?”

“No,” Logan replied, a little frustrated, “When I came over for the project, I saw a faint green smoke drifting around the kitchen and sitting room. I asked Roman whether anyone had been in the house in the past few hours, and he said no. I assumed it had been a mirage of some sort, but you were there!”

“You snuck into my apartment?” Roman said, faking outrage. “Why?”

“I wanted cookies!” Xe turned to Logan. “Ro-bro has the best chocolate chip cookie recipe! You need to have some.”

“Actually, I’m all out. You ate them all yesterday, remember?”

“You had a whole day! And this is Logan, My Soulmate, remember?” Remus said.

“I was helping Janus plan for his date? With Virgil? He’s gonna propose?”

“Oooh, yeah! How’d the planning go?” Remus bounced around the hall as he spoke, mind running a mile a minute. “Is he gonna fly a giant banner with Virgil’s face on it across the sky? Ooh, no what about fireworks that say ‘Marry me, Virgil,” except they look like blood splatters and shit! Or or or! What about painting a portrait of Virgil in fake, or real, blood and then on the back it says “Marry me!” Yes, I’m a genius!”

Roman just shook his head. “I’ll tell you inside, c’mon!”

And if years later Logan uses one or more of those exact suggestions to propose to Remus, no one said anything.

#intrulogical #remus sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #ts logan #ts remus #ts roman #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #soulmate au #snips writes #tsshipmonth2020

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ozzyfromthecafeteria · 4 months ago

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STOP MAKING MORE MUCUS I’M GOING TO KILL YOU

#mark: text (he/she/xe/it)#i do anything and my nose starts running like no tomorrow. it’s irritating when i’m eating something (that’s not even spicy!) and #it’s all oh you want mucus? ☺️ here some mucus 🤗 and then i spend the next few minutes trying to clear my airways so i can actually breathe

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genderqueerpositivity · 6 years ago

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sincerelyreidburke · 5 years ago

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ooh also 4 for Bri and Reid because I love them

Friends! Romans! Countrymen! ARE YOU READY for some good shit?!?! I say this because this is my very first time writing Reid/Bri! I mean, they’ve been in the background a few times in drama club stuff, but I’ve never actually gotten to focus on them. Toby enables me, because xe loves me.

“Who’s Bri?” Reid’s girlfriend!

In today’s episode of prompts, you will get a glimpse into Reid’s post-graduation life! If you want to read more about what’s in store for him after Kiersey, you can check out this post. And even this one, too, if you’d like.

Here, you’ll see a Reid two years removed from graduation and a little down on his luck. You also finally get to see inside his brain. *Slaps hood of Reid Burke* This bad boy can fit so much mental illness in him.

From this list of sappy prompts, which I am still accepting and filling as we speak!

4. “Shut up and kiss me.”

two years after (reid's) graduation | may

Reid considers himself spectacularly efficient when it comes to fucking things up.

He knows this. Has always known it. He figures it’s a good thing to be self-aware, at least. He’s probably one of the more self-aware human beings to ever have a conscience, come to think of it, given the amount of time he spends policing his own every action. But still. There has to be some benefit in being so well aware of your own flaws that you can constantly predict your fuck-ups before they even happen. It’s like damage control when the damage hasn’t even set in.

Anyway. Reid knows he’s good at fucking up. But if there’s one thing he would really prefer not to fuck up, it’s Bri’s birthday.

Easier said than done.

When midnight strikes on the day she’s turning 24, he’s not even home, which is the first reason he feels guilty and useless. He’s at work, apron around his waist, tie done up too tight, sneaking glances at the clock across the room in between customers and refills. He wishes he had his phone on him, as the minute hand lines up with the second hand at the 12. He could at least text her. He could make up for the fact that he’s not there in person, to ring in the first moments of the day. But his phone is in the back, in his locker, because this is the best-paying place he works at, and he doesn’t want to risk his employment by getting caught with a phone by his manager. Or worse, a nosy customer, who will subsequently rat him out to his manager, and, well— yeah. Not to mention the fact that it’s usually so fast-paced in the bar that there’s no time to check your phone anyway.

The point is. He wishes he could text Bri. But he can’t. It’s probably for the best. She’s probably not even awake. It would actually be bad if she were awake. A healthy sleep schedule is something she deserves.

Actually, she deserves a lot. The entire world. A lot more than Reid has ever been able to give her, and there isn’t a day that goes by when his brain fails to remind him of that particular fuckup in his life thus far. But tonight, he shouldn’t think in huge terms. Tonight, he should just worry about her birthday.

Man, he wishes he were home in bed.

The strike of midnight, although it provides something to focus on, isn’t even the sign of his shift nearing an end, because the bar doesn’t close until 2:30, and the latter two and a half hours of work wind up passing by even more slowly than the beginning of his shift did. When he finally sees his last customer out, after last call, and he’s the only lonely, lingering person in the place— then, the end is in sight. He has closing chores ahead of him, but at least he doesn’t have to wait around to go home anymore.

It’s nothing that out of the ordinary, really, to be working this late. Between three jobs and sneaking in open mic nights between them any chance he can, he can’t remember the last time he had a night entirely off. Or a day, honestly, and tomorrow— or today, since it’s past midnight— isn’t any exception. He has the lunch shift at the street diner he works at, and the jury’s still out as to whether he’s going to bag his shift at the second bar he works at tomorrow night.

All of this is to say: he’s working a lot. Which is fine. Work means money, which means staying alive, especially with the New York cost of living he’s gotten used to since they moved here after graduation. It’s a necessary part of life. He just wishes life could stop, for one day, so he could do this right. So he could at least give her something, to make up for all the areas in life where he’s lacking. Where he’s an extremely underwhelming excuse for a future husband.

And, look— he did actually get her a present, so that’s not the issue here. It’s more the lack of time. It’s more the overwhelming sense that, despite her stability, despite the fact that she’s stuck with him for six years, he doesn’t deserve this patience, and that one day she might finally come to her senses and decide that she doesn’t feel like waiting around while he slums it in New York and tries to make it big, that she wants, like, a normal life, with a partner who makes a salary and a house or at least an apartment with more than one room and, like, basic predictability and success—

Ugh.

For now, for this very early morning, he won’t think about all of that, no matter how much it rings in his ears as he cleans up and closes the bar. For now, he just wants to make sure Bri has the most perfect morning possible. And to do that, he has a checklist.

Step one: finish work. He considers that done as he locks the front door of the bar, and steps out onto the street. It’s kind of breezy but not exactly cold out, since Bri’s birthday marks the last day of May, and summer is pretty much here. It’s not really busy outside on the street, but he’s not the only one out, either. Rule number one of New York City: you are literally never the only person out and about, no matter what time of day it is.

Step two: the bodega. It’s on his walk, open twenty-four hours, and he stops there so often at weird hours of the night after work shifts that he’s established a rapport with the cashier who works the red-eye shift. “Eyyyyyy,” he sings, as he swings through the door into the small, artificially lit space. “What’s up, Charlie? You working hard, or hardly working?”

Actually, it’s not so much a rapport. It’s more that he’s constantly the loudest customer who graces this place between the hours of midnight and four in the morning, and Charlie probably hates him, but still tolerates his presence. So.

He needs flour, half a dozen eggs, a tied-up bunch of yellow and white flowers, and rainbow sprinkles. He also slides three Red Bull onto Charlie’s till, and then grins across the counter to remark, “The necessities.”

Charlie grunts or maybe chuckles, and scans his stuff. “Right.”

Step three: get home and get to work.

It’s, like, six minutes on foot from work to the bodega, and then four more to the subway stop, and then the subway is a whole host of issues that land him back at the apartment building around 3:30 in the morning. Bri’s alarm goes off at 6:30 for work, and he figures he can intercept her for a proper birthday breakfast before she goes to the gallery. Given that he kills one of the Red Bull from the bodega while he’s in transit to get home, he is at least ninety percent confident that there’s no point in not pulling an all-nighter.

It’s fine. He’s not even tired. He has stuff to do, anyway.

The apartment is dark when he gets in, and he tries to make the smallest amount of noise, which, when you think about it, is kind of pointless because it’s only one room and any noise he makes could count as a disturbance, but— but— Bri isn’t a light enough sleeper to wake up at that kind of stuff. A fact he is grateful for. So he puts the bag of groceries down, gently, on the counter, and turns the light on over the sink while he loosens his tie. Or more like yanks it off. The uniform at that job is seriously not his style, but you take what you can get.

Across the room, where their bed is tucked up into the corner, Bri is asleep. Thank Christ. He would be concerned if she weren’t. While he gets out of his work clothes, he looks at her in bed— she’s peaceful, and looks comfortable, and he kind of wants for a second to just crawl into bed with her, but if he does that, he’ll never get anything done in time, and she’ll wake up to a normal old morning. With nothing special. On her birthday.

She doesn’t deserve that.

When he’s finished changing, it’s 3:41 Apple time. The morning is young. He sneaks a kiss to the top of her head and pulls the covers a little higher over her shoulders, then slides across the room in his socks, back to the kitchen side of the apartment.

Sure, he’s great at fuck-ups. But he’s not going to let this one be a bust.

It’s a quick three hours.

He blames executive dysfunction. Time passes too quickly when he’s on a crunch, literally every time. He starts with her card, which he bought a few days ago— writes it out, seals it into its envelope, and weighs it down with the corner of one of her vases, which he fills with water and puts the flowers in. It’s glass-blown, psychedelic colors; she made it in the glass studio junior year at Kiersey, and it followed them to New York.

With that done, he gets all his ingredients out for breakfast. He can’t start cooking at 4 in the morning, but he can get ready— a bowl out on the counter, their one good frying pan on the griddle, dry ingredients for pancakes measured out. He’s not the most versatile cook in the world, but he makes a mean Kraft Dinner, and this, too, he can do— birthday cake pancakes. With sprinkles. It’s Bri’s favorite breakfast.

He doesn’t know how it winds up being 6:30. He loses time, doing all of this and also nothing at all. He’s two and a half Red Bull deep, mixing up the actual pancake batter, when Bri’s alarm tone across the room pulls him out of his haze.

“Shit,” he hisses, and nearly knocks over his frying pan. It’s 6:30 already? The kitchen is a mess, and he’s been stuck in the distractible part of his brain for the better half of the past two hours, and now he looks like he’s made a huge mess, and—

The alarm stops going off, and he hears the mattress shift. He’s rinsing off the questionable spatula he’s been using to mix the batter in the sink when he hears her voice. “Babe?”

“Hey— hey, good morning.” He turns, and puts his back to the counter, like it’ll hide the actual disaster he’s created. “Happy birthday,” he adds. “Did you sleep okay?”

Bri is sitting up halfway in bed, and she doesn’t answer his question. “What are—” She yawns, and holds a hand to her mouth, which is really fucking cute, the way her eyes get all wrinkled up like this, and he just— loves her, and wishes he weren’t so useless, wishes he could give her the world. When she finishes her sentence, her voice is raspy. That’s cute, too. “What’re you doing over there?”

“I’m, uh.” And busted. He might as well own up to the mess. “Well, I realize now that it looks like a bomb went off in here, but don’t worry; I’ll fix it. I was just— well, breakfast. I’m making breakfast. But it’s not ready yet. It will be. Promise.” He lets all his breath out at once, then tries a grin. “But did you? Sleep okay?”

Again, she doesn’t answer the question. Instead, she swings her legs off the side of the bed, and gets up to walk across the room. He meets her halfway, as she’s combing back her hair, a blonde, wavy, bedhead-y and beautiful mess. She’s in pajama shorts and a tank top, and he may be sleep-deprived and totally useless, but he is the luckiest guy on this planet. “How long’ve you been up?” she asks.

He rests his hands, gently, on her waist, and looks down to meet her eyes, which are hazy with sleep but always so fucking pretty. “I… don’t know if you would love the answer to that question,” he replies, because she’d see right through him even if he wanted to lie about it.

She smiles, but it’s a sympathetic expression, like she can see the Red Bull coursing through his veins or some shit like that. “Answer anyway.”

“Um.” Okay, busted. For real this time. While she hooks her arms around his neck, he tries to gather an explanation. “Okay, so I may not have slept, but hear me out, okay? I wanted to make sure I had stuff in a row so that when you woke up, it’d all be good for you, since I know we kinda have, like, a limited window here, and I didn’t want you to just have to eat, like, peanut butter toast on your birthday, right? Like, that would suck, and also, I was already up because of work, and I had stuff to do anyway, so basically, I didn’t, uh, I didn’t sleep at all, but on the bright side, there is pancake batter ready for you, and I promise I’m gonna clean up all the cooking shit ASAP because I know it looks like a war zone in this kitchen right now—”

“Reid.”

He stops. Her voice is gentle, and she’s smiling— it’s not the pity smile anymore, but just a regular smile. She threads her fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. “Sorry,” he breathes, almost instinctively. “Sorry. That was so much. You just woke up. Hi. I love you. Happy birthday. You look really hot right now.”

Bri laughs, and leans up, on tiptoe, until her forehead is right on his. “Reid,” she repeats, even more gently, and he lets out all his breath again, closes his eyes. “Take a deep breath.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” He tries to do as she says. It’s really not hard to breathe; he just forgets that’s a necessary bodily task from time to time. No big whoop. “I promise I’ll clean it up. And I’ll make the pancakes, and— wait, shit!” The realization hits him all at once, and his stomach sinks. “Shit. Fuck. I don’t think we have whipped cream.”

“Whipped cream?” Bri asks, and she sort of laughs, like she’s confused, but this is very bad, because that’s a necessary part of any balanced pancake breakfast, right?

“Fuck,” he repeats, and then groans, bumping his forehead against hers lightly. “Fuck, babe; I’m so sorry. I knew I was forgetting something. I can go out, though. Maybe while you shower? I can get it on the corner—”

“Babe,” Bri says, and it occurs to him that he has once again forgotten to breathe. But when he meets her eyes again, she’s smiling, kind of laughing, and she shakes her head. “Shut up.”

“What?” He blinks. His glasses fog up a little, with how close their faces are, and he squints through them toward her. “I really will go out and get it. What are birthday pancakes without whipped—”

Bri slides her hands up to either side of his face, and she shakes her head again. “Just shut up and kiss me, okay?”

The pit leaves his stomach, and he stops in his tracks. “Oh,” he says, and then laughs, too. “Okay. I can do that.”

It’s a kiss that stops the racing in his brain, which it really always does; she just knows how to do that by existing. It becomes two, and then three, and when they pull apart, Reid can breathe normally again.

“You didn’t have to stay up all night because of me,” she tells him, voice still gentle, eyes still on him.

“I’m sorry,” he groans. “I didn’t really— I mean, I really didn’t want you to have a lame morning.”

“Well, that was very sweet of you,” she replies. Her eyes are catching the sunrise light that edges in through the window. He could get distracted by that. By her body. By every freckle on her face. He is, after all, easily distractible. “But,” Bri adds, “as long as my morning has you in it, I promise you, there’s nothing lame about it.”

He laughs, and kind of feels sheepish, like he might be blushing. “Okay.” He doesn’t deserve her, but he’ll take her at her word.

“C’mere.” She pulls him down for another kiss, and, yeah, this he can do. The apartment is way too small, and he is a human disaster, but she loves him anyway, for some reason he still can’t figure out, and he’ll never stop being grateful for that.

“Thank you,” she says, when they pause to breathe again. “I’m excited for pancakes.”

“I’ll make them good,” he assures her, and she laughs.

“I know you will,” she replies, and then smiles with half her mouth, so her one dimple shows, and that is fucking adorable. Holy Christ. He might be sleep-deprived, but if looks could kill… “But,” she adds, with that smirk still lingering, “not yet.”

“Not yet?” he echoes, and blames the sleep deprivation for how slow the realization is. “Right, yeah. Because you should shower, right? Get ready for work?”

“I think I have a distinct amount of time before I actually have to be ready for work,” she replies, and ohhhh. Oh. Okay.

This, too, he can do.

“I think I understand you,” he tries.

Bri winks. “You definitely understand me,” she says, and then grabs him by the hand and pulls him back toward their bed. “And plus, it’s my birthday.”

He almost makes a birthday suit joke, and then decides that puns are not an effective method of seduction today. Not that Bri really needs seducing. Right this second, anyway.

“I’m so honored,” he says, instead, and grins when she pushes him down to sit on the edge of the mattress. He holds her by the waist and waits, still smirking. “You mean to say you want me to be your present?”

“Something like that,” she replies, with a shrug, and then pushes him so he falls backwards, and he gets exactly three seconds to laugh at the ceiling before she’s kissing him and he gets to move on to something much, much better than rambling about his failures as a boyfriend in the middle of the kitchen.

Breakfast can wait.

#sappy prompts #breid #kiersey college #the insanely cool reid burke #ficlet #my writing #bri doesn't have a tag yet but #that's okay #mel writes

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alounuitte · 7 years ago

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roster alphabetic by blog, to be added to when needed.

* = please ask before following!!

update: marked full-time uncomplicated teenagers as (minor), it’s okay to follow them but please keep this in mind if interacting with them!

@amaurotinekeeper :* Emet-Selch, he/him, ageless. Refusing to describe himself. Just fanart right now.

@angledbracket: Royce, he/him, 37. Rarely posts, mostly fanart and some aesthetic/architecture.

@avallendyr:* Ava, she/her, ~28. Very rarely posts, possible aesthetic, some text.

@aymericborealis: Aymeric, he/him, 32. Rarely posts, mostly fanart.

@bladefrontier: wyll, he/him, 20s...? mostly gifs/fanart right now.

@blogforgordon: Gordon, he/him, 35. Rarely posts, mostly fandom, sometimes text. (okay to follow from here, he just doesn’t want fandom people following him without asking.)

@bloodblacklily: Lily, she/her, 14 (minor). Rarely posts, mostly fanart.

@blossomingstarlight:* Rose/Lu, she/her, ageless/20s. Mostly pink aesthetic and flowers, some fanart.

@brightlyannie:* Annie/Ariadne/Beth/Mari, she/her, 25ish, Mark’s sister. Doesn’t post frequently, mostly aesthetic and fashion.

@camelliablossoming: Akito, she/her, 26? Mostly reblogs, art/fashion/florals.

@chompingandbitingkeith: Keith, he/him, 19. Currently unused.

@crimsongeneral: Gen, ~30, he/him. Rarely posts, mostly fashion and aesthetic, sometimes fandom.

@daggersmile: Alucard, ????, he/him?. Mostly aesthetic reblogs, warnings for blood/teeth.

@darklymark:* Mark/J/Luke/Carver, he/him, 25ish, Annie’s brother. Rarely posts, mostly text, some fandom, pretty responsive to messages.

@dawnheartedly: Riku, he/him, mid-20s. Posts infrequently, mostly text and fandom, some aesthetic.

@elucydation: Lucy, 26, she/her. Very rarely posts.

@entelecho:* Echo, she/her or they/them, 14 (minor). Posts semi frequently, mostly poetry, some text, rarely fandom. Talks only in echolalia but fairly responsive to messages and likes people a lot.

@eyeshawksharp - Riza, 35, she/her. Rarely posts, mostly fanart.

@finalgirltimwright: Tim, 28, he/him. Very rarely posts, mostly aesthetic.

@firehearthawke: Malcolm or Alshain, he/him, late 40s. Rarely posts, mostly witchcraft, sometimes text. Annie and Mark’s dad.

@godtierjunebug: June, 26, she/her. Mostly personal, some fandom.

@heartrekindled: Jaller, ???, he/him. Currently unused. Hahli and Takua’s bf.

@himawariholt: Katie/Chihiro, 25, she/her. Posts semi-infrequently, some fanart, some personal text posts.

@hopespeaketernal: Makoto, 25, he/him. Currently unused.

@jewannaharvelle: Jo, mid-20s, she/her. Currently unused but she saved the url because she likes it.

@ikusabataichou: ikusaba, mid-20s, she/her or they/them. Currently unused.

@infiltr4tion: Rena, 27, it/its. Currently unused.

@lightenkindled: Takua/Taka, ????, they/them, he/him, she/her, xe/xir, etc. Hahli and Jaller’s partner. Currently unused.

@literaryquitecontrary - Touko and Syo, 25, she/her. Mostly unused (though she reblogged a bunch of fanart).

@littlegeorgiagirl: Joanna, mid-20s, she/her. Mostly aesthetic, currently unused (the aes posts are all from my old blog she had a tag on.)

@meridianis: Zex or Enz, they/them, ~16. Doesn’t post frequently, mostly text, some fandom.

@nonbriarnary: Briar, he/him or they/them, teenager...? Currently unused.

@prettyboykilljoy: Ash/Josh/Rylan, 20ish, he/him. Weirdo ghost teen. Mostly posts personal text posts, usually yelling at me. (don’t worry we’re friends)

@roguewaters: Thancred, 32, he/him. Bisexual disaster. Just fanart right now.

@scarletfeatheredswan : Cissnei, ~20?, she/her. Trans girl spy. Rarely posts.

@sdulcamara: Sol, ??, she/her. Alien. Rarely posts, mostly space.

@seekerpentagasps: Cass, she/her, ~30. very rarely posts, mostly aesthetic, some text.

@seoltasidhe: Reeve/Cait, he/him, ~54. posts pretty rarely, mostly reblogs thirsty art of vincent valentine, sometimes architecture.

@sighza:* Isa/Saisa, they/them, 26 (ageslides down to ~17 at times). Personal, photography, sometimes poetry. (Goes by she/her among some friends and partners.)

@sleepygamegirl: Chiaki, 22, she/her or they/them. Currently unused.

@sleepystarprince: Noct, 19ish, he/him. Rarely posts, mostly fandom.

@stormbringerstrife: Cloud, he/him, 26. rarely posts right now, mostly fandom and aesthetic, some text.

@sunreisz: Sybil, she/her, 30. rarely posts, some aesthetic and some fanart.

@twilightspecter:* Roxas, he/him or they/them, ~mid 20s. Posts occasionally, mostly text and fandom, some aesthetic.

@uptemporary: pino, he/him, ??? ?????

@wayvefinder: Blue/Hahli, she/her, ?????. Takua and Jaller’s girlfriend. Posts rarely, mostly ocean aesthetic.

@whisperingraine: Raine Whispers, they/them, 40s??. Currently empty.

@wisemanners: Adam Weismann (answers to either), he/him, 26. Mostly space aesthetic or gayblogging about his boyfriend.

@witchywildgirl:* Morri/Raven, she/her, ~28. Very rarely posts, mostly aesthetic, some fandom (usually pictures of herself).

@womaninscarlet: Wanda, she/her, ~40s. Posts rarely, usually Jewish stuff.

@yoshihane : yoshiko/yohane tsushima, she/her, 15.

system members who don’t have blogs right now: warren, ira may, pasha, morgan, KJ, kaya/kira; also deliberately nonfronting members (dusty, morwen, kristoff)

#systag #roster #anyways check out aome of their blogs and feel free to message them or follow!

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vengeher · 3 years ago

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⛧ #ⱽᴱᴺᴳᴱᴴᴱᴿ. a horror based 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅 of alex kister's 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 , written as a semi original character , investigated by ₛₕᵢₗₒₕ [ she/xe , est , 18+ ] 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.

STUDYING IN: “ he's more 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 than 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 . whatever our souls are made of , ʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ . IF ALL ELSE PERISHED , and H̲E̲ R̲E̲M̲A̲I̲N̲E̲D̲, i should still CONTINUE TO BE ; and if all else remained , and he were annihilated , ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗʸ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ . ”

¹ information (tba) . ² pinterest . ³ starter call .

₁. [ FOLLOWING . ] : my blog is private and slow activity and because of my habitual slowness with replies i am selective with who i decide to write with . as much as i'd love to jump at the chance to write with everyone i am a very easily stressed out individual . i don't want my threads to pile up to the point it just isn't fun for me anymore . no hard feelings !

₂. [ ETIQUETTE . ] : if we are writing together i ask that you have the decency to practice proper roleplay etiquette . please do not control my character or force anything upon my character ( within reason ) without clarification . i will not roleplay any rape , incest , pedophilia , sexual assault or outright suicide . if you don't respect these terms you will be hardblocked .

₃. [ PLOTTING . ] : i absolutely love plotting . i'd love it if you would message me if interested in that sort of thing . if plotting isn't your vibe , thats completely fine ! im also open to having have casual conversations about our muses and their relationship ect ! most of sarah's interactions take place post mark's death . i will occasionally write pre mark death sarah . those are typically special cases and i will clarify beforehand . if you have something else in mind please let me know ! i'm open to just about anything !

₄. [ THREADS . ] : i do my best to keep track of my ongoing threads but i am very forgetful by nature ! i might need a little reminder because god knows i won't get to it until you hound me a bit ! just give me some time after your first reminder . if you are constantly on me about it will completely kill my motivation . one or two reminders are fine but any more than that is a hard no ! thank you !

₅. [ FORMATTING . ] : for formatting i use icons , small text and triple spacing . i also use fancy fonts occasionally . if you need me to accommodate for you and change this please reach out ! i would be happy to do so !

₆. [ MAINS AND EXCLUSIVES . ] : regarding mains and exclusives i am selective with choosing who i consider mains and exclusives . the criteria being that we are friends , are comfortable with eachother , and talk on a regular basis ! mains provide me with a source of comfort , away from the anxiety i would typically have with writing with someone new ! i take 1-2 mains of the same character and 1 character each with exclusives ! this is for my own comfort and eases my anxiety ! thank you !

₇. [ WARNINGS . ] : triggering content will be present on this blog , this includes but not limited to : religion , violence , blood , referenced / implied suicide , mental illness and death .

₈. [ CREDITS . ] : the psds i use are by jaynedits other graphics are by poohsources the art belongs to antarctite and everything is by yours truly.

#pinned.

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advancetoclassesandmaterials · 3 years ago

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What Did I Just Do? All of My Codes Are Printing...

So, I send the document to print as usual and when I pick it up from the printer I see that my Index of Terms Codes (XE), my Table of Authorities (TA)) codes have printed. If you look at those codes on the screen, they have a faint dotted line underneath which indicates they are Hidden Text and therefore tshould not print. In fact,

I need to have the document print without these codes. Everything that normally would JUST be visible on the screen is not being suppress on the printout.

So go to File, Options, Display and uncheck "Print Hidden Text". That was the issue and your printout should now be fine.

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advancetotraining · 4 years ago

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What Did I Just Do? All of My Codes Are Printing...

I need to have the document print without these codes. Everything that normally would just be visible on the screen is not being suppress on the printout.

So go to File, Options, Display and uncheck "Print Hidden Text". That was the issue and your printout should now be fine.

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ozzyfromthecafeteria · 4 months ago

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clicks pen several times and opens notepad to a clean sheet of paper. do you all like and enjoy the what name should this stuffed animal have polls? because if the answer is yes i have fantastic news in that we have a lot of stuffies that are nameless because we either cannot come up with a name (more of a skill issue i have, everyone else [especially ivy] is great at this) or we can’t decide on which one the plushie should have.

#mark: text (he/she/xe/it)#and maybe once we exhaust our supply of unnamed plushies we can move on to other various items we’re fond of?#if you’re all still interested and not tired of it of course

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legaltestready · 6 years ago

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What Did I Just Do? All of My Codes Are Printing.,, So, I send the document to print as usual and when I pick it up from the printer I see that my Index of Terms Codes (XE), my Table of Authorities (TA)) codes have printed. If you look at those codes on the screen, they have a faint dotted line underneath which indicates they are Hidden Text and therefore tshould not print. In fact, I need to have the document print without these codes. Everything that normally would just be visible on the screen is not being suppress on the printout. So go to File, Options, Display and uncheck "Print Hidden Text". That was the issue and your printout should now be fine. Some people ask why would you turn it on on the first place? Well, sometimes we want to print comments that we inserted for another operator or secretary that normally would only be visible in the actual file but we wanted the notes to be visible on the printout as well. Maybe the comment would say something like "Make Sure To Ask The Attorney Whether he/she Wants To Create a New Version If They Submit A Heavy Mark-up." One more minor item to add to your depth of knowledge. Learn MS Word Legal With A Comfort Level You Might Have Not Thought Possible! Training, Test Prep, Basic - Advanced Class, Tailor Made Classes (Individuals and Firms) Placement ,Assistance, Amazing Books and More On The Way. www.advanceto.com 888-422-0692 Ext. 1 or 2

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fearofaherobrine · 8 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #255

“Flight of the Pinwheel, Harvestman’s Face, Firebird the Tutor, Baff For Hyrule, Traveler”

[Lie] After a few hours- Doc We could use some food...

[Doc] Was sitting in the front room reading a book. Over chat - I can oblige. But make sure Cp doesn't kick my ass for barging in.

[Lie] - Yeah I don't think that will be a problem

[Doc] Bustles around and makes some simple sandwiches and a bit of mushroom soup. Xe briefly throws some steaks into the furnace for Cp and then slips quietly into the bedroom- Lie?

[Lie] Is sitting up, having stolen CP's shirt to cover herself, CP is completely flopped on his part of the bed-

[Doc] Heh, I see what you mean. Probably too pooped to even flip me off. - Xe sets the food on nearby surfaces .

[Lie] - Actually... I think he might still have some of the venom in his system... he's just to exhausted to do anything right now...

[Doc] Gets a bit of an evil grin - I could shock him a few times to get the rest of it...

[Lie] Glances at CP, somewhat tempted to let Doc do so-

[CP] General mumbled disagreement into the sheets-

[Doc] Lets a bit of statick dance over hir fingers and winks at Lie-

[Lie] Sighs- No, he'll just be mad then

[Doc] Eh. That would be nothing new. - Xe puts the finger in hir mouth and eats the bit of interference.

[Lie] - So what exactly... Well, happened to me?

[Doc] Me and Flux found you running from Harvestman. He stabbed you from behind only seconds after you came into view. Flux captured your code and I created a distraction so she could escape with it.

[Lie] - If she hadn't... I would be dead, wouldn't I?

[Doc] Yes. He made a spirited attempt to kill me as well. Thankfully he hit a limb I can easily break off and still run away.

[Lie] - Thank goodness, so how did you get away?

[Doc] I used a trick TLOT taught me actually. I vomited a great quantity of bad code on him. I hope it fucked him up royally.

[CP] Muffled grumpy noises-

[Doc] Hmmm? Cp? Something to say? Now that you're not panicking, I'd think you'd be pleased that I did even some small damage to your mortal enemy.

[Lie] - I think he's a bit mad that you did something he hasn't been able to acheive

[Doc] Aw... Don't be mad. It's just something I can do. You can mess with peoples dreams, I can't do that. It's pretty neat really.

Besides, I'm glad I got to get at least a little bit of revenge for what he's done to both of you.

[Lie] Fingers her hair- So, why is my hair so long now?

[Doc] I'm not sure. I think it was just a slight coding error. Probably a misplaced decimal in the length it was supposed to be. I can cut it for you if you want.

[Lie] - I don't dislike it

[Doc] Suit yourself. Just watch out for Enderbro. He may pounce you and give you a fancy braid. Heh.

[Lie] - I wouldn't be surprised

[Notch] Taps on the doorframe, he's looking down at his phone and assumed with Doc present there wouldn't be nudity afoot. - OH! Sorry!

[Lie] - It's fine, I've got CP's shirt on and he's covered by a blanket

[Doc] What's on your phone Markus?

[Notch] I got a text. It's pretty gross though.

[Doc] Let me see. - Takes the small phone and lets out a small whoop- HA!

[Lie] What is it?

[Doc] Makes a cruel face. - A bit of my handiwork. Let me fix it to a piece of paper so it's bigger. This ones a keeper. - Fusses around and runs the phone like a scanner over a bit of paper.

[CP] Huffs a little-

[Doc] Gives Markus back his phone and walks around to Cp's side of the bed. Xe holds out the page. - Trust me Cp, it's worth raising your head for.

[CP] Grunts-

[Doc] Come on, you'll smile. I can almost promise it-

[CP] Muffled no-

[Doc] Holds it up where Lie can see it-

[Lie] Is a little disturbed by it- His face...

[Doc] I guess my code wasn't to his liking. That's what he gets for hurting my friends.

[CP] Peeks in his wife's mind to see the image so Doc can't tell-

[Doc] And this is another reason you should be looking to TLOT for help

[CP] Gives a very weak burst of "fuck you" energy-

[Notch] So was this the victory sex? Doc told me you finally got your memory back. You had us all very worried.

[Lie] - Er... Actually...

-A few of the bite marks are still visible on CP-

[Notch] Oh dear... was there an accident?

[Doc] Kinda.

[Lie] - I... Panicked when my memories returned... CP took the brunt of it

[Doc] It could have been worse I guess. - Xe sets the picture down near Cp.

[Lie] - Still, I'm not as sore as I'd thought I'd be

[Doc] You're tougher now Lie. You'll be healing a lot faster then before.

[Lie] - I see...- She reaches over for some of the food Doc brought- I'm just hoping CP recovers soon...

[Doc] grins- Ready for more sex already? You minx.

[Lie] - No, but like I said, I'm pretty sure there's still more venom in his system

[Doc] Hey Markus? You got any sleeves on you?

[Notch] Blushes - ...yeah...

[Doc] Let me have one please.

[Notch] Sure. - Passes it-

[Lie] - Er, actually, about that...

[Doc] What?

[Lie] - Well, the condoms are made for a normal sized amount of cum, right? Well, that doesn't exactly apply to brines...

[Doc] Oh fuck... what happened?

[Lie] - Well, it kinda overflowed...

[Notch] It what?!

[Lie] - Yeah...

[Doc] .... What would you like me to do Lie?

[Lie] - I don't know, but we should be okay for now, I doubt my body has had enough time to release an egg

[Doc] I'll check your files anyway. Thanks to Aven I know what to look for now. - Sets down hir command block and does a scan- I needed to do this anyway. Just in case.

[Lie] - Okay- She sits there patiently- Honestly I'm surprised nothing happened before my ovaries were removed...

[Doc] Just a bit of luck, I think, or incompatible file systems? Who knows? - But there's nothing new here, so I think you're safe.

[Lie] - Alright. Would you be able to tell if the files are incompatible?

[Doc] Maybe. And if something crops up... I can always delete it for you before it becomes an issue.

[Lie] - Thank you

[CP] Mumbled Fuck off towards Doc and Notch-

[Notch] Okay that sentiment I recognize. I'll just leave you to it. - Scoots out quickly.

[Doc] You're welcome

[Lie] - Thanks for the visit Notch!

[Notch] From the hallway- Likewise Lie!

[Lie] - Well Doc, knowing you I've probably kept you from Deerheart during all this, so why don't you go to her?

-After a few days things have finally settled down and CP has gotten all of the venom out of his system. Lie is at the castle, looking for Doc so xe can check her over again-

[Firebird] -Flies over Lie's house, only to circle back around to hover over it-

[CN] Is trying to teach his bird some more sounds-

[Firebird] -Glides down, letting out a bird call as he circles toward them-

[CN] Looks up- Pretty bird!

[Firebird] -Chirp and land on CN, completely disregarding that last time it'd knocked CN over-

[CN] Falls over again, his pet bird flapping a short distance away before barking like a dog-

[Firebird] -Hop off and strut a bit before transforming back to his other form- What's with the other bird? Got a new friend?

[CN] Picks himself up- Doc gave it to me... Said I couldn't pluck it, but that it would give me feathers eventually to add to my belt

[Firebird] Oh, makes sense. All birds molt, getting feathers that way tends to be pretty useful. Less harming to the animal.

[CN] - Molting?

[Firebird] We shed our feathers for new, healthier ones.

[CN] - Oh, the feathers I had gotten were from what I was able to kill. That way I knew how much I had eaten

-The bird mimics a vulpix-

[Firebird] -Chirps at the parrot- Makes sense, I suppose.

[CN] - And then I got your feathers! But then DN wanted me to shoot you so I could get more...

-The parrot flew up and lands on Firebirds head-

[Firebird] -Pets the parrot- You probably wouldn't have gotten any, so it's for the best you didn't. Getting things works a lot better when you ask. And when you're nice.

[CN] - I still don't see why everybody hates DN, he was always nice to me. He helped me our there in the void...

[Firebird] That was you, CN. He was nice to You.

[Firebird] He was everything but to everyone else on the server.

[CN] - Why are there bad NOTCH's?

[Firebird] ... Hm.... -Thoughtful look, continue to pet parrot-

[Firebird] It varies. Sometimes it's simple, an aggression module too high. A faulty ideal. Others, it's just the way they're made, I guess. Not sure.

[CN] - Then what about the one which made my brine lose all of her memories?

[Firebird] .. Hm.... Faulty ideals? Aggression module at +7777777. Chill module at -88? I wouldn't know. Maybe it just wants to hurt people. Watch people suffer. Gets some sick pleasure out of it? I can't pretend to know what they think, I can only guess. -Sits down on the ground and takes parrot off head, pets it in thought-

[CN] - But I've heard some of the others talk about digital entities going bad...

[Firebird] Hmm... Not sure. That's a thing too, but I couldn't tell you much, I was made bad, not much else to me.

[CN] - You were made bad?

[Firebird] Yeah. I was an egotistical prick. Thought just because I was so strong I could do whatever I wanted. Hurt a lot of people... -Pet pet parrot-

[CN] - What if that happens to me?

[Firebird] Remember you don't have to be like that. That it's better to be loved. To have friends. Sure, being feared is nice. Less people will bother you. But less people will interact. Will hang out with you. You want to keep Lie safe, right?

[CN] - But what about my purpose? I'm supposed to protect my brine, but once I got to her, she didn't need it anymore!

[Firebird] Then try to change. Sure, she doesn't need protection anymore. But does she need help around the house? Maybe someone to feed the animals when she can't? It's the little things, CN. Lie's a big girl, she can keep herself safe now. And when she can't, there's CP. But if CP can't keep her safe? Then you can. But the server's pretty safe, CN. *pauses and feels a few feathers on the parrot. Resist urge to preen because those feathers are bad and the Parrot will get to them..

[Firebird] Try asking Lie if there's anything you can do for her, next time you see her. Can I feed your horses? Do you need someone to water your plants, Lie? Is there anything you need in town? Things like that. *shrug a bit

[Firebird] Above all else, I guess.. Just remember you're more than your purpose. You're a person, and sure, you should take it into consideration, but you choose what you do, buddy.

[CN] - Easy for you to say, your an adult. The water buckets are heavy, I can't carry that much back from town, and it takes me four times as long to feed all of her horses!

[Firebird] There's this thing called asking for help, CN.

[Firebird] And practice.

[CN] Huffs- I don't even have any powers, I'm just useless

[Firebird] You're only useless if you let yourself be useless, CN. I couldn't fly for forever when I came to be. Hell, I didn't even know I could be like This for a year or so! *gesture at human body

[Firebird] You know who else doesn't have any powers? Steves. Sure, they can build. That's nice. Most can't walk in Lava, or fly or do half the things we do. But you know what? They find a way. You can do that too, can't you?

[Firebird] You can find a way to help around the house. You can find a way to help Lie, and if you need to ask for help?

[Firebird] Well, that's just fine.

[CN] - Okay...

[Parrot] Starts making sex noises-

[Firebird] ... -squints at parrot-

[Firebird] Gross.

[CN] - Lie and CP were making those noises the past few days...

[Firebird] Ah... They've been busy, I guess. And you've just been around the whole time? -Snort-

[CN] - Lie knew I didn't like being far from her, so my room is close to theirs

[Firebird] Makes sense. So, what've you been up to beside that?

[CN] - Coloring my books since Lie hasn't had the time lately to continue teaching me to read

[Firebird] I could teach you? Or anyone really could, if you want to learn that badly?

[CN] - You would?

[Firebird] Sure!

[CN] His face lights up- Okay!

[Firebird] -Smiles a bit- Got a book to use? I don't usually carry books with me...

[CN] Nods and races inside before returning with a very simple abc's book- Here!

[Firebird] -Take book, flip through pages a bit- Do you remember where you left off?

[CN] - J!

[Firebird] J... Next is... -flips book pages a bit- H!

[CN] - Like house!

[Firebird] Yeah, Like House. H-O-U-S-E. ... I think.. -Slight hesitance- Ehh.. Yeah, I think that's right.

[CN] - Oh, I forgot my pencil

[Firebird] If you wanna go get it you can? I think I have some charcoal though... Or a quill if you've got ink?

[CN] - I'll go get it- He runs back inside and returns with the pencil- Lie says if I do really good I can color in the big letters

[Firebird] Seems like a good trade.

[CN] Then proceeds to copy the letters with his pencils, both upper and lower case. Once finished he hooks it up for Firebird- Did I do them right?

[Firebird] Mmm.. Yeah. The lowercase is a bit off, but recognizable. Everyone has different handwriting. Onward to... The rest of the alphabet?

[CN] - Okay- The two then proceed to follow the same pattern for a few more letters

[Firebird] -Corrects CN's letters periodically. His writing is very elegant and proper, if a bit hesitant-

[CN] - Your letters are so pretty

[Firebird] Took a lot of practice.

[Firebird] Once you've got the basics down I could teach you that?

[CN] - Okay!- He shakes out his hand a little, not used to writing so much

[Firebird] Want to take a break for a bit? Writing for a long time can be pretty bad for your wrists.

[CN] - Okay, what should we do now?

[Splender] Over chat- I seem to have lost track of Pinwheel...

[Doc] Also in chat- I'm on it Splender!

-The door to Arden's room is open and there's a bit of peeping from his computer.-

[Lie] Had wandered into the lab looking for Doc and hears the peeping. She pokes her head into the room- Arden?

-More peeping from the computer as some text appears in a chat window-

[Lie] Not seeing the owner of the room she gets curious and walks closer to look at the screen-

[CollaredEverestCat] Hey Arden? Are you there? Don't you ever do anything but play Minecraft anymore?

[Lie] - Oh, must be one of his friends from out there... I should just leave it be...

[CollaredEverestCat] ...I'm worried about you buddy....

[Lie] Against her better judgment she sits in front of the keyboard, her fingers hovering over the keys-

[CollaredEverestCat] I know you're lonely, talk to me man...

[Lie] Gives in to temptation- Hey, Arden's not here right now, but I can tell you he's fine and not lonely

[CollaredEverestCat] ... who is this?

[Lie] - A friend of his

[CollaredEverestCat] An irl friend? Or did you hack his computer?

[Lie] Hesitates- IRL?

[CollaredEverestCat] In real life? Like in his presence? Not online? Wait, am I talking to someones mom?

[Lie] - Oh, uh, no, in real life. And no, I'm not a mom

[CollaredEverestCat] .... Wow. Good for him. I know he's not real social offline.

[Lie] - Yeah, he's actually made more friends since coming here and more things to research... Most of which are friendly

[CollaredEverestCat] Even better. I try to encourage him to get out there. I hate to be the guy to upsell relationships to my dudes, but... it's worked for me.

[Lie] - Well, I do know there's at least one person who's interested in him, just to shy to broach the subject

[CollaredEverestCat] Great... that's gonna go nowhere. He's oblivious.

[Lie] - So everyone has noticed

[CollaredEverestCat] Who are you?

[Lie] - I've already told you, a friend of his

[CollaredEverestCat] You have a handle at least?

[Lie] - Most refer to me as Lie

[CollaredEverestCat] Okay Lie. Can you give me some insight on exactly where Arden has vanished too? Because he and Ms. Cheshire and Zeke have been reported missing.

[Lie] - That's... Complicated...

[CollaredEverestCat] I know you probably couldn't tell me, but he isn't in the witness protection program or something, is he?

[Lie] - No, they haven't. They are in a... Sanctuary of sorts though

[CollaredEverestCat] Oh man... I worry about him getting in trouble with MIBs and such. I know what happened to Bender...

[Lie] - This is the absolute last place they could get, I assure you

[CollaredEverestCat] That's good to know.

[Lie] - You know, I don't believe Arden's ever mentioned you to me...

[CollaredEverestCat] Yeah, well, I'm into a lot of stuff, and I tend to lay low.

[Lie] - I won't pry then, I'm guessing your handle is based off of an old oc?

[CollaredEverestCat] Well... my girlfriend is into BDSM... I like that sorta thing....

[Lie] Immediately blushes- OH! I see...

[CollaredEverestCat] And my names Ever.

[Lie] - It's nice to meet you Ever

[CollaredEverestCat] You as well Lie. Should I be worried about my buddy at all?

[Lie] - No, he's safe and happy. He has a lot of things to document here

[CollaredEverestCat] Good. I know how badly he wants to just.. see stuff. He's the kinda guy who'd walk outside during a tornado out of sheer curiosity.

[Lie] - Well luckily we don't have any of those here

[CollaredEverestCat] Must be hilly country. As long as he stays safe.

[Lie] - We all make certain of that. I should be going we have a missing... Child to find

[CollaredEverestCat] That's harsh. Good luck! And nice talking to you, Lie.

[Doc] Peeks in the room- Hey Arden I... Lie? What are you doing in here?

[Lie] Jumps a little- Uuuuhhhhhhh...

[Doc] Skeptical look- If you want your own computer, just ask. Pinwheel is missing.

[Lie] - Yeah I saw- She steps away from the computer- I was just... Reassuring someone

[Doc] Hmm, okay. Well, I can feel her down here, so you should either come with me, or go quickly the other way.

[Lie] - I think I'll go. Oh, and by the way, if someone is bitten at least ten times by my pods, it takes about three days for the venom to leave the system

[Doc] Ouch... poor Cp. Did he make you sore again Lie?

[Lie] - No actually

[Doc] Good! Then you're acclimating nicely to the code I gave you.

[Lie] - I guess so, I wonder if it will hold up during one of his power surges...- She then turns and leaves

[Doc] Heads further down into the lab searching for Pinwheel-

[Silver] Comes out of his room with a fainted Espurr- Oh, uh, I think I found who you're looking for...

[Doc] Espurr! Did they get bit? I'm sorry Silver. Do you have a revive or do you need one?

[Silver] - I've got one, I'd just rather revive them outside

[Doc] As long as they'll be okay. I'll take care of Pinwheel.

[Silver] - Yeah, they'll be fine

[Doc] Pats Espurr and keeps looking.

[Pinwheel] Is hunkered down in Silver's room-

[Doc] Comes down the steps into the fire-lit room - Pinwheel?

[Pinwheel] - No

[Doc] Yes. And that was really naughty biting Espurr too.

[Pinwheel] - No

[Doc] Looks under furniture and such for Pinwheel

[Pinwheel] Tries to sneak past-

[Doc] No you don't! I understand if you're stir crazy. But you can't just run around biting people!

[Pinwheel] Growls and makes a break for the stairs-

[Doc] Chases after with determination-

[Pinwheel] Makes it about half way up the stairs-

[Doc] Grabs her from behind with one hand right behind her head. - Stop.

[Pinwheel] - Nooooooooooo!

[Doc] Carries her upstairs, and into the kitchen - YES.

[Pinwheel] Struggles a little- NO!

[Buff] Is putting seemingly random food items into a cauldron in the kitchen- What the? Is that dragon okay?

[Pinwheel] - NO!

[Buff] Um....

[Doc] 'No' is the only word she knows.

[Buff] Oh... - He picks up the entire cauldron and puts a hand over the top before shaking it vigoriusly-

[Doc] What the hell...?

[Pinwheel] Struggles and lashes her tail about a bit-

[Doc] Plunks her on he table and pets her- Calm down-

[Pinwheel] - No no no!

[Buff] Takes a sip from the slush in the cauldron- She's certainly mad...

[Doc] Goes a bit green - Buff... geeze...

[Pinwheel] Hisses-

[Doc] Is typing one handed- It's okay Splender. I found Pinwheel.

[Splender] - OH THANK GOODNESS! WHERE IS SHE!?

[Doc] In my kitchen-

[Splender] Teleports there immediately- PINWHEEL!

[Buff] Blinks - Who's this?

[Doc] She was naughty too.

[Splender] - Oh! I'm Splender! And she was naughty?

[Buff] Balances the cauldron on one hand and offers the other. - Nice to meet you. I'm Buff!

[Doc] She bit one of Silver's Pokemon. Thankfully it can only faint and he took it outside for a revive already.

[Splender] Shakes Buff's hand- I'm so sorry! I'm not even sure how she got away!

[Doc] By being a cunning little devil I'm sure.

[S[;ender] - But the bridge was up and everything!

[Doc] She does have wings...

[Pinwheel] Attempts a bite-

[Splender] - Well she has been jumping off the beds a lot lately...

[Doc] is still holding the back of her head- stop that!

[Splender] Reaches out for Pinwheel- Here, I'll take her

[Doc] Actually, let me play her a little bit. She's probably bored. Just hold her back so I can let go and get a toy.

[Splender] - Okay!

[Doc] Gingerly lets go and scoots away. Xe runs up the steps and fetches a feather toy on a string from the vine room before coming back in-

[Pinwheel] Eyes snap onto the toy-

[Buff] Drinks the rest of the mush in the cauldron and sets it back down-

[Doc] Wiggles the feathers enticingly

[Pinwheel] Lunges at the toy-

[BEN] Is laying exhausted on the bed while Hyrule plays with a few toys next to him-

[aven] -is laying on the bed as well but is lazily playing a game on the game system

[BEN] - Aaaaaaaaaaaaven

[aven] yea ben?

[BEN] - Why won't he nap?

[Hyrule] Giggles as he bashes two toys together-

[aven] i don't know

[Hyrule] Shakily stands and starts toddling towards the door-

[BEN] - Hyrule? Where are you going?

[Hyrule] - Dada, we go baff!

[aven] hyrule you need someone to be with you for a bath gem would help

[BEN - No baths!

[Hyrule] - Dada! Mama! Wa-er! Wa-er!

[aven] -pauses her game and gets up- lets find gem first

[Hyrule] Giggles-

[Ben] - Really? Why!? He doesn't need it!

[aven] yes he does ben our child like to be clean and that's good for his health so he doesn't get sick

[BEN] Groans, too exhausted to actually do anything right now although starting to smell himself-

[aven] -opens the door for hyrule to follow-

[Hyrule] Toddles out, and then trips and falls-

[aven] -catches him-

[Hyrule] - Mama! Mama!

[aven] yes?

[Hyrule] Opens arms wide for a hug-

[aven] -hug hyrule and picks him up to go find gem-

[Hyrule] Snuggles into Aven- Where Em?

[aven] maybe in the kitchen -goes down to check and she is there-

[Hyrule] Starts getting excited-

[gem] hello aven hello hyrule you need anything?

[aven] hyrule wants a bath

[Hyrule] - Em! Baff!

[gem] daw of course hyrule we can have a bath but we will need a bigger bath tub because your bigger -takes hyrule from aven- lets go to the tub down stairs how would you like that hyrule?

[Hyrule] Claps excitedly- Big baff! Big baff!

[gem] -starts to walk to the big bath- ok but you can't go to the big bat by yourself promise

[Hyrule] Shakes head-

[gem] -get the big bath-here we are lets get you all clean

[Hyrule] Wiggles around- Baff! Baff!

[gem] -puts on her shirt and shorts before bringing them both into the water keeping hyrule in the sallow end-

[Hyrule] Immediately starts splashing-

[gem] -starts to wash hyrule-

[Hyrule] Laughs and splashes-

[gem] -while washing him- when you get older I am going to teach you how to swim

[Hyrule] - Wim?

[gem] yes swim it allows you to move on top of the water so you can breath

[Hyrule] Smiles brightly- Wim! Wim! Baff!

[gem] -finishes washing hyrule- ok lets get out so you can get back to your mommy and daddy

[Hyrule] Whines-

[gem] don't whine hyrule I bet ben is worried about you

[Hyrule] - Dada?

[gem] yes he is scared of water because once got stuck underwater

[Hyrule] Doesn't understand yet- We go Dada?

[gem] yes we are going to go to dada -starts walking back to tree house-

[BEN] Is completely passed out on the bed-

[aven] -is barely awake-

[gem] -brings hryule in and hands him to aven- he is all clean

[Hyrule] - Mama! Play! Baff!

[aven] you just had a bath how about we have a nap

[Hyrule] - No!

[aven] but me and your dad need naps

[Hyrule] Whines-

[aven] please sweetie you need to have naps

[Hyrule] Starts crying-

[BEN] Sighs as he wakes up and pulls out his ocarina, gently playing Zelda's lullabye which calms Hyrule down-

[aven] -tries to rock hyrule-

[Hyrule] Finally starts yawning-

- An old and disheveled Testificate is resting on a makeshift chair. His eyes are nearly closed and rimmed from lack of sleep and his skin is an unhealthy pallor. A few zombies shuffle around in the darkness, but don't approach him. His clothes hang slack on his bones so badly he resembles a zombie himself. He remembers having a voice in his head, but it's been silent for a very, very long time. Suddenly, there's a little bit of commotion as a door squeaks open in the darkness and the zombies make a beeline for it. They're swiftly cut down and the only sound is their forms collapsing to the floor and despawning with a soft 'poof'.

The Testificate gives a baleful look to the intruder. "How dare you...?"

The newcomer runs slim fingers along the wall and is lit briefly by the redstone embedded in it.

His breath catches in his throat and he stammers out an apology. "I had no idea!"

[???] I understand you were occasionally useful to my predessor Slagathor...

[Slagathor] And I can be again!

[???] I think not. -

[Slagathor] There's the barest whisper of air and the Testificate feels a brief touch, like a feather whispering across his throat. He has only a moment to looks down before the blood washes his clothing in a fount of red. The former sychophant falls from his perch and despawns on the floor.

[???] The figure stares for a moment at the wooden chair and the dirty room before striking a flint and setting it on fire. They leave the shelter without looking back. - The Traveller needs no one.

-It isn't long before the nearby village sends their iron golems into the flaming woods to stamp and swat out the fire. When the remaining woods are clear of smoke and flames they find the small shell of a structure, and breathed sighs of relief that the seemingly evil wizard that haunted their woods and sent zombies after them now seemed gone or dead. It took several days for the news to reach Kore that a seeming champion might be wandering the landscape. And that precious notation was left in a plain wooden box with a few other things. Things the faithful kept to give to their Gods when they deigned to visit...

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