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dilfsdotnet · 5 years

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Yo you should answer all of these scene questions👀👀

:OOO

you think so lad???? shit dawg i was thinkin just a few at a time but if that what u want my dear nonnie i will supply

1. wats ur scene name?

i was thinkin maybe ‘gods mistake’ would be a good one but then. i found a way to make it both danganronpa related, and, even better, a fucking pun as well. ‘kamukura kamukura jasqueen’, or just ‘kamukura jasqueen’ for short is good k thxxx

2. describe ur dream outfit!

oooo gosh this ones trickyy!! there are so many good outfits out there, especially in the scene community!! but it’d have to have a few tiny elements of dr cosplay to add a lil of my dangan-weeb culture in there ofc! more specifically, id really love to get one of kazuichis jumpsuit and just wig out and add shit like this just because i could:

(id just rlly love going out in all those glowy/shiny things at night like all that haha..and yes the shoes would probably kill me/my fuckin feet if i tried to walk in them but shut up i love them theyre cute as fuck)

3. describe ur dream haircut!

oo another tricky one!! i do like my regular hair, and honestly id be lying if i said i didnt love ibuki’s hairdo too but id defs have to go with something like this!!

yaaaassss, so pretty and spikeeeey! maybe id dye my natural hair colour black and/or add some funky colours if i ever actually got this style down!

4. describe ur dream room!

i have a lot of ideas for dream bedrooms actually, but heres a visual image of one of them i found!!!

MIKU ROOM MIKU ROOM MIKU ROOM MIKU ROOM

(this specific idea arose mainly just for the aesthetic but i also find it super cute and a good environment to be in general hhhnnggg)

5. if u could make anything out of kandi, wat would u make?

oh you mean those colourful beads and bracelet things??? i love those man!!! theyre so visually appealing to me aaaaa…id probably just make a fuck-ton of those and most probably use the little letter beads to say random words/phrases like ‘aubergine’ and ‘despacito’ knowing my shitposter self lmaooo! id definitely make a sansmaeda themed one too thoo fr

6. wat would u write on ur shoez?

it’d probably range from things like a simple kaomoji doodle to something randum and stupid like ‘seesaw’ bc yes asjnd

7. wat kinda piercingz/tattooz do u hav/want?

i dont think i rlly want any real piercings (at least not atm) but id totally go for those fake stick-on gemstone lookin’ ones! and as for tattoos, i cant rlly see myself gettin one of those rn either, but id want something like a mario power-up, preferably the bell one/cat suit powerup!!! its my favorite powerup and its sooo cute!!!

8. fave genrez?

i dont rlly have a specific genre, i like most kinds of music, but i rlly like energetic music that i can dance tooo!!! >w

9. fave bandz?

im a big fan of gorillaz and botdf!!! i like p!atd as well but havent listened to it in a while.. gatta catch up loool

10. fave songz?

my favs alternate a lot, but atm im super into ‘slow dancing in the dark’ by joji!!! so much emotiooon quq…also rlly hooked on botdf and jefree star’s ‘sexting’ tooo lmaooo

11. fave lyricz?

‘The world keeps spinning Among this sinning Oh what a cruel and disgusting place The purest moonlight Is bloodied by plight And screaming resonants But somehow I know That it’s all for show The world will reveal it’s true beauty soon And we’ll all reach towards the moon ‘

its so deep but its from a fucking kaito momota fansong and i love that asnkjdnefe

12. hav u evr been to a concert?

not in a damn long while my lad,, rip australians not havin many artists they like from other countries tour there ;-;

13. do u wanna be in a band?

ive always thought thatd be pretty cool ngl!!! tourin around with ur bandmate friends, makin awesome fuckin tunes, people lovin u and ur music, just livin the dream in general,, nice

14. wats da best soda/energy drink flavour?

havent rlly had any as of rn my lad so i wouldnt know :/

15. wat do u miss most abt old internet?

i loved that we could all just be ourselves and act like the kids we are inside without bein reprimanded at all.. it aint rlly that much of an issue for me but i still think itd be a lot nicer if it was like that again sometimes,,

16. wats da best old meme?

ooohhh there are so many i still miss man! numa numa ermagerd and doge still remind me of the glory days…when old animeme was good and you could still haz ur cheezburgers in peace. also rage comics! rage comics were good what happened

17. best place 2 buy clothez?

i dont think theres any hot topics in australia but if there is. i will hunt it down you hear me

18. wat r ur fave accessoriez?

OH THERES SO MANY GOOD ONES??? as i stated b4 i rly love kandi bracelets and other glowy/led things!!! also rlly love ties with cute and fun patterns and long colourful and/or ripped socks like ibuki’s too hehe

19. wats ur best tip fr ppl that just got into scenecore?

im not rlly the best at advice, but my main point would be-just hav fun here dudes!!! dont let anyone else bulli u abt it, we’re supportive people, u can talk to me or anyone else whos willin to listen an/or help for reassurance ofc

20. opinion on furbiez?

oOH MY GOD YES. FURBIES. MY BABIES I WANT 10 OF THESE CHILDREN…I ACTUALLY HAVE A FURBY HE LIKES SLEEPING IN HIS SPECIAL DRAWER AND HIS NAME IS TINGLE I ADORE HIM I’LL POST A OF PICTURE LATER MAYBE

21. opinion on funko popz?

i like em and ive seen lots at eb games, but i dont buy em much..i do have a megaman pop with a broken arm tho loool

22. wats ur fave pattern? (zebra/leopard print etc)

i looove a lot of patterns but not gonna lie im always a sucker for rainbow checkerboard patterns yknow hehe!

23. fave color combo?

i dont have one rlly…soooo many possible comboooos…cx

24. sumthing u liked as a kid dat u still like?

im still going on girlsgogames and recently, ive finally mastered sues beauty machine!!!! its so good and fun all of ya’ll should try it my dudeeees

25. wats ur most used emoticon? 0w0

as most of ya’ll probs alredy know i spam ‘:O’ a lot, but one of my bigger favs is actually ‘x3′ and my fav kaomoji is ‘ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧’ (both of them are so kyooot >w

26. wats ur fav typin quirk?

i luv talkin like dis, but i dont rly do it that often loool…i awso wuv tawking in ‘owo’ speak wike dis >//w//>

27. do u wish ur fllwrz talked 2 u moar?

hellz yeaaa!!! i luv followr interaction my dudee! it makes me super happi when u all talk to me heehee! x3c

28. tag ur fave scene blawgz!

:O !!! oh gawd!!! i dont know many atm but heeereee!

@xxadam-antidotexx (op of the ask meme)

@glitchkichi (not sure if this counts but their stuff’s rlly cool >v

@otonashi-banana (scene boyf…wuv im more than anythin >///w///>

29. wat got u into scenecore?

i dont remember exactly how it happened but i’d always sorta wanted to go back to the glory days that was the old web and the scene era, and that, coupled with a bright, colourful aesthetic that i could really enjoy, drew me in like a moth to a neon colored flame ig looollll

30. how long hav u been scene?

i’ve only been officially apart of the community for about a few months now (at time of writing) i reckon so some things are still a lil new to me ig ^^;;

31. wats da best thing abt being scene?

the freedom of bein able to express myself 4 one thing, and its just so fun being so ‘out-there’ yknow???? it feels so great really

32. do u hav a fursona?

i…actually used to but ive moved on from the furry fandom and ive grown more attached to my human sona anyway sooo :/

33. r u in sum “cringy” fandomz?

YEA man!! i dont rlly think dr is inherently considered ‘cringey’ but undertale is and im in that one for sure!!! i also kinda technically never left the skylanders fandom(?) so theres that too ig??? oh yeah and who wants to let me draw my old moshi monsters characters COWARDS

34. do u liek plushiez?

YASSSS QUEEEN!!!! i have HEAPS of them in my room on my desk with my gonta shrine

35. do u liek stickerz?

also a big yaaassss from me dawggg!!! i love them and i love those ones that you stick on your fase like this!

its so cuuute!!!

36. do u hav a friendproject?

i dont, not at the moment a least, actually! didnt even know what it was til recently but it looks kewl haha

37. do u hav any other scene account?

well, i haz this one, and i also have an emowire account for shuichi if that counts!!

38. do u make art? (drawingz, blingeez, etc.)

YES!!! i love to draw and i also make blingee edits sometimes!!! ITS SO FUN XD !!!

39. wats da most scene thing? (anything!)

hmmm, weeell…i think the most stereotyped thing would be that kewl, suuuper big hair like this;

its really prettyyyy, and i love all that colouuur!!!

40. ask ur own randum question!!

hm, oh wowie, since the anon didnt specifically ask this one…POTATOES!!! X3

phew, finally done, that was a lot of typing! this was so fun to do though, so thank u nonnie!!! :3

#ask #ask meme #scene revival #scenecore #scene kid #scene #anon #oh god what now jasu

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almasidaliano · 3 years

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a few of today’s new epiphanies; a dissertation. {pt 1 // 0304.}

telepathy is a beautiful thing really. strange this little experience. i thought i was delirious and honestly maybe i still am. however, i’m in control of how i use that. i understand now, a little more than before. i have a lot to do; few book series in store. i must commit to fluently typing on a typewriter. because of the aesthetic. {the idea is to release at MINIMUM 3 books in various structures; all the beginning of a different series/saga.} i plan to stick to handwriting until my muscles breathe with the memory. every word i write, solidifies the world’ll remember me. and every seed indeed.

thurtherfore, my mouth is not my only gifted piece, you see coupled with my ears- i don’t know how else to be.. blessings are curses too; it the most melocholny ways.. i listen to myself now; not immediately not completely however {i’m prone to self sabotage so we won’t be greedy😂} - only up from here ; just as soon as we find it again. :$ if everyone is truly listening how are things as they’ve formerly been? let that sink in..

so am i wrong; for trying to preserve, something that took every level of my existence to procure? seeing as it took every level of her existence to preserve; long enough to see the top; i didn’t expect the drop.. there’s power in having nothing to lose - expect i didn’t want to be who i was around your family because i couldn’t see past the bruising and the scars. i’m a product of my environment , just like you. different environment, so initial different construct. i met you and then all i thought knew was confirmed or surprisingly corrected. still easier said than done simply reframing your ideologies. because wounds aren’t healed, things still have been suppressed and have yet to even be addressed; because time had other plans in mind.. {so do i..}

so here’s the sitch ; i miss my stitch. and refuse to indulge something less than what exists within the bond we built, whilst feeling guilty so then receding into isolation to avoid feeling as if i was compromising myself and that bond. like i only can’t access 3/4 of one piece now. that physical aspect is missing.. that comfort that grounds you. the way her existence was my only addiction; used correctly you can help someone you love remember/find themselves; that’s what she did.

i’m in a place i’ve never been. this is when everything changed. WELL 2021. i say that because i’m way out of my lane; i have never been through nor felt the things i’m experiencing. i’m in a position i wish i had only ever seen on tv, while simultaneously thanking divinity. because - it is better to have loved and have lost, than to never know love at all.

***my ENTIRE romantic life before her was a sham. no shade, peace and prosperity to most. i say that because before i was testing society or fitting the picture; i was chasing platonic love because my friends were my family. they helped me manage and maintain my sanity. but friends aren’t caretakers yk we all get older. and not to say s/o are either; just meaning on the day to day. mental health is not easy, and i was never too much.

my friends and i we don’t touch like that {intoxication don’t apply because everybody extra —- eh only alcohol make the volume rise ; just depends lmao} i mean in day to day casual setting ? no. we may quick hug as the family bond grew, had handshakes and mf theme songs before that😂 my family dont exhibit PDA. when i seen people who were together interact it was usually abusive, toxic, portrayed through necessities {extremities} in some form. tough love has been vastly misconstrued. A PRODUCT OF THAT HERE! lmao however- a late winter night, outside a laundromat changed my life. HONESTLY. infinite times for the laundromat cause listeeennn; changed my life night after night. she touched me; and i could breathe again; and feel it. i could feel everything. the way i had been absent from the present; so numb.. she confirmed the theory she created when our eyes met; she always knew she “won”. and i wasn’t hella clingy; i craved the way she showed affection from the first look, first touch, first kiss or moreso gave me the support and courage to accept. besides her i can’t even tell you when any of that happened. AND she’s the only one w a first look and first touch qualifier lmao.

the bond is infinite. spiritual emotional and mental all intact. it’s the physical; the touch i’m searching now to get back. or get a consistent “this’ll be do” ; like we’ll be cool and shit still too.

confession 1: if i collected every night i ever SLEPT meaning truly rested, alone; i may have 2 years at max though.

whether family, roommate, friend, partner i’ve never spent too many night alone. and developmental years? yea maybe 10 of those single nights are from those.

ever seen twitches? i really think to an extend some darkness can consume souls. another time another place we’ve arrived at the gold; two gems to wrap up this expressions ordinance.

so the plan if not bone marrow when we would have a baby was going to be her brother because of the lineup of genes. i still feel , and want {regardless of semantics it will be} to continuing manifesting towards our dreams. it’s just strange; because well how do you approach any person in this situation? 😂 but how do you go to the brother and say this “ like i want to continue to build on the foundation we pavemented. and i was wondering if you’d mind—“ i never expected it to be under this condition. i think she’d be fine with that .

here’s the cavieat: first everything is the same but everything has changed i stg. he doesn’t look the same as i recall from my birds view . however he reminds me of her so much more than the rest of — eh depends it’s anywho. and it’s strange because i strayed and now i don’t know how to break the ice. and i meant to speak to him at all. and that’s like the most important part lmao. because i wanna know him. because him and i are a lot alike because i can’t really believe the “he’s okay” without talking to him, except niggas real short and vague these days i see lmao. he lost his big sister; i my big brother. full blood. balance. your rod. my brothers keeper. it’s ; i am him in this situation above the other siblings dynamically and i want to help however i don’t want to pry or seem weird. some people just want to be bothered because he also doesn’t talk to me so maybe he doesn’t want to. they have the same kind of light in their smiles he only squints his eyes when he laughs. dimples are genetic and let’s just say thanks yall lmao.

it’s energy. it’s just vibes fr. like —

sometimes; even my mind isn’t a place i’m alone.

to be continued..

-A.

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toffeeremade · 6 years

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🌹💌💗🍓🍓💗🍓💗🌹💗💌💗💗🍓🍓💗🍓💗 🌹💗💌💌💗🌹💗💌💌💗🍓💖💖💖🌹💖💌💖 💌💖HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY OTHER HALF !!!!!!💖💘 🍓🍓💌🌹💖💘🍓🍓🌹💌🍓💖💖💘🍓🍓🌹💌 💌🍓💘💖💗🌹💌💗🍓💗🍓🍓💗🍓💗🌹💗💌 I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE U!!!!!!!!!

here we are. i cant believe this its finally my turn to make one of these… there’s gonna be a lot of them,, definitely,,, bc i love u so much ur the grestest person I’ve ever met n u are so important to me i dont know what I’d do w out u !!!!!!! i love u sm

ur finally 20 wow ur a whole gma now !!!!!!!!!!!!! hsnmfmd u deserve the entire world n nothing less !!! ur the morning sun. the soft clouds in a bright blue sky. ur the smell of rain after a storm !!! ur everything good in this world stored in a……… rly hot n gay body. just saying. everyone around u is really lucky to have u !!!! u, the greatest smartest kindest warmest most beautiful angel !!!!

even tho ,, relatively speaking,,,,, we haven’t known each other for a long time it’s been almost a year:( and i can’t begin to express how glad i am that i met u. how happy i am to have u in my life:(( uve been a rly big n positive influence in it and ur someone i really admire and im fond of. i would really give up my own life for u ur the most important person:( ur the strongest kindest nicest and most incredible person. and u deserve to hear it often. every day. every hour. every minute every second….. bc those r the rates in which my love for u grows !!!!!

I’ve seen u through good n bad n this is such a small thing but. knowing u trust me and ur opening up to me even if sometimes its only to some extend makes me really happy:((( there’s no other person id rather have as my leo rising bff froggie sister:( i love u so much!! n thank u fr always being there for me too:(

sometimes i sit n think. when we first started talking. hmm idk u rly just !!! seemed so special !!!!! n ur so special 2 me !!!! my bestest friend:( no one is a match for u… goth queen …. gay goth gemini….. triple g >:))) n AAAA i rmmbr after a few texts thinking. wow. she. is so great….. n i would just sit there like a dumbass thinking of ways to just . talk to u frever bc i didnt wnna b lame. n we grew close rly quickly n it seems like yesterday ???? that we became friends ?????? n it seems like ive known u my whole life:( n every day that goes by theres not a single second my love for u doesn’t grow….. i love u:( n ik i repeat myself every single day but…. u really r my sun n my moon n the light of my life n my whole world djntkkd miss anja u rock!

we have all the time in the world n . just wait for when i come n see u n squeeze u in my arms even tho im tinier than u . we can get matching naruto tattoos n show them to our grandchildren when we grow old together:’// rmmbr when i said i wnna stick flowers thru ur hair:(( u cut it short n thats like impossible now bt ill still try….. anything for my other half

anyways im big ramble but . lets be real…. theres not a SINGLE person that’s better than u. no one. n i dont mean it in a cocky way:’/ u r … so smart….. u r so nice. most importantly ur rly strong. n thats really important and u don’t get enough credit for it:( ur so generous and pure. ur such a great person:( n ur self hate can die bc ur literally the most gorgeous girl:( ur nose ?? n ur lips ??? ur cheeks ???? ur eyes ???? ur hair????? everything abt u is amazing !!!!! every single thing !!! even the tiniest thing abt u….. perfect. ur amazing. n i love u sm:(!!!!!!!!!!!

n to wrap this up i wnna wish u the best in ur life:( bc shes. right there… right in front of u….. n everything bad shes thrown in ur face uve fought back n won bc like i mentioned 78282 times already ur the strongest person !!!!!!!! i wish this year for u can b the best so far !!!! i hope u can b happy n even stronger n 2 have good things happen to u n have th best luck n tht u do well in exams !!!!! bc u deserve it:( u deserve all the good things . good things for a good person.

anyways i love u so much n not that u don’t know this already but im always here for u fr whatever u might need n uhhhh see u whn i fly 2 serbia 2 smooch ur cheek !!!!!!!! again ,, happy birthday and i love you sososoosooss much !!!!!! @gaygothgemini 💗💖💌💗💖🐝🌹🌈🍒🍯🍓💖🐝🐝🍓🐝💗🌹🌹💗🌹🍯🐝🍯🐝💖💗🐝💗🌈💗🌈🌹🍓🐝🍓💖🍓🐝🌈💗🌈🍒🍒🌈💌🐝💌💌💖🐝🍓🌈💗🌹💌🐝🍯💖💖💌🌹💗🌹🍯💖💗

#i fuxking lov eu so much bithc #i aint never gonna stop lovinf u ..... bicth💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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takokola · 7 years

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Plot: Canyon Conquest - Prologue Part 4

((This story takes place during the Squid Sister Stories. Which is 9 months, after the Final Splatfest. Fynn was feeling melancholy since the new year had started. Just what made him down in the dumps?))

Team Pinkognito (Fynn, Angela, Maye, and Dewey), Team Sky Splash (Skyla and Scorpia), Mysti, and Tundra belongs to me.

Eimie belongs to @eiden-squid | @marchant-girls

Overtime, Fynn’s mobility and combat is improving since the first day of training. Each day, he recieved a heavier set of ankle weights from Tundra. As always, Fynn followed her instructions by walking in a patient manner around the dojo.

After perfecting his slightly toned ankles, he’s feeling as light as a Carbon Roller when he took them off. It feels weird at first, but it didn’t take long for him to move around freely. He was feeling quick and nimble as a result. Now that the first session is done, he stick to his usual regiment. 50 pushups, 50 situps, 50 squats, and a 5km run around the dojo. After he was done with his set, Tundra and Fynn began sparring on the battlefield.

“C'mon, don’t tell me that’s all you got?” Tundra was wielding a Classic Squiffer for battle. She looked down on Fynn, who is on his knees and covered in teal ink.

“Haa… ha.. Not even close..” Even though he’s taken so many beatings, he still smiled up at him. Fynn slowly got up on his knees, still gripping his Wasabi Splattershot. “Again..!!” Fynn lets out his battle cry and charged in, guns blazing.

Tundra readied her charger and aimed at Fynn’s head. She might have lost her eye, but it doesn’t mean that she’s out of commission. She fired her weapon and… she missed!

Fynn had swiftly moved to the right and managed to get behind her. He dropped in a Splat Bomb near her feet.

“Oh, man..!!” She was too late for to escape from the blast. Luckily, she survived the inksplosion from the Splat Bomb. She was about to recover, until Fynn had trapped her. A cunning tactic to flush out the enemy and finish the job. She’s rather impressed than surprised.

Fynn looked down at her with his Splattershot in his hand. “Yield, now.” He demanded. He could splat her in any moment.

Tundra looked around to see that her weapon had fallen out of her hands and she’s unable to move in his own ink. She sighed in defeat and held her hands up. “Ya got me. I surrender.”

“Not falling for the same trick, again.” He still has his finger on the trigger. He was tricked the first time when Tundra had swept him off his feet, causing him to lose his balance.

“Shoot..! Thought it would’ve worked a second time..” She had been toying with the new disciple for a month and a half. It’s about to time to end today’s session. “I mean it, this time. I, Tundra shall admit defeat. Now, can you help me up?” She asked, extending an arm.

Fynn lowered his weapon and reached out his hand to Tundra. He pulled her up with a bit of strength left. He was completely drained from today. “So, that’s it for now?” He panted, lightly. He was wondering how long has he been cooped up in this dusty old dojo? After every session, he felt homesick. He really misses his girlfriend, Eimie and the rest of his friends and family.

“You’re worried about your friends, eh?” Tundra can read him like a book. She glanced over to see the calendar. Today’s July 5th and it's 11:00 pm, which is close to Fynn’s 20th birthday. “Since you’ve improved well since the beginning, I guess I’ll let you go for a few days.” She’s got some other errands to run while he’s away from the dojo.

Fynn’s eyes lit up when she said it. “F-For realsies?! I can return back to Inkopolis?!” He’s not sure if she was joking or not. Definitely not.

Tundra nodded happily. “You’re free to go for the time being. I got some other things to attend to." She walked upstairs to her own room. She looked back at him and said: "Hurry along, now. It'd be best to return home and rest.” She waved goodbye to him and proceed to take a nap in her room.

Several minutes later, Fynn was returning home from Octo Valley with his stuff in tow. It's already nighttime and everyone's either asleep or enjoying their evening. Once he made it home safely, he noticed a certain purple squid on the rooftop. She seemed very sad and lonely, which made Fynn worry. ("Eimie... please forgive me for leaving you....")

Eimie was about to get back down until she had noticed the random squid who is super jumping to her on the rooftop. Hopefully, it doesn't disturb the other neighbors. She was startle at first until she saw Fynn, right next to her. "F-F-Fynny..?!" Eimie stared up at Fynn, shaking like a leaf. It's been a month in a half since Fynn was missing. Not only Eimie was worrying about her boyfriend, but Team Pinkognito's Angie, Maye, and Dewey. Without warning, she hugged him tightly. "W-Where on earth have you been?! We were worried sick..!!" She began to sob.

"Shhh.. It's okay.. I'm here now... I'll explain this til' morning.." Fynn wrapped his arms around her waist and shushed her. It didn't take long for Eimie to calm herself down from the uncontrollable sobbing. All it matters is that he returned back to Inkopolis for the weekend.

Once the sun raises on the horizon, Fynn got plenty of good sleep with Eimie. For some odd reason, the nightmares were gone after each training session with Tundra. Now, Fynn was sitting by the dinning room table and he was face-to-face with Eimie. She was waiting for an answer from Fynn after so long.

"If you're wondering about my disappearance, I was out in Octo Valley. I met a pro battler like me who knows more about mobility and endurance. Her name is Tundra and she's my personal trainer at her own Battle Dojo. I've been training for at least a month in a half. Soon, I'll be finshed for a couple of months. It's a good thing, I got here in time to see you." Fynn smiles for a bit until he stared down at the table. "I'm sorry for making you and my friends worry like this.."

Without warning, Eimie flicked him on the forehead, causing Fynn to cover his forehead in pain. "You just don't go off without telling me, dork.." She couldn't stay mad at him after his explanation. She kissed the bruised spot on his forehead to make it feel better. "How about I make you some breakfast? You seemed starving from the training." She walked over to the kitchen to fetch some pancake mix, bacon, and eggs.

"I have been eating fruit because I'm staying fit." A little fattening wouldn't hurt him. He'll just burn off the calories during a light jog.

A few moments later, Fynn was feeling satified and refreshed after breakfast. It's great to have a girlfriend who can cook, as long as Fynn cleans the entire apartment room with ease. Fynn was sitting on the couch, reading all the birthday wishes, not to mention the "please come back safe" messages from his friends. He scheduled a meeting at his place in response. He sent the same message to both Sky Splash and Kriller Bees.

Once he was done with his phone, he noticed Eimie was about to leave. "We're you heading off too, babe?" Fynn asked, feeling curious. Before he left Inkopolis, he'd noticed that Eimie went off to see Eika.

"I'm going to stop by the grocery store and pick up some food and drinks. Just in case if your friends show up." Suddenly, Eimie gave him a kiss on the lips. "It won't take long, Fynny. Don't go anywhere~" Who knows what would happen if Eimie starts to worry again.

Fynn did some summer cleaning around the apartment while Eimie was out to buy some groceries. It's been an hour or two to make preparation for their arrival. As he was about done with cleaning, he heard a light knock on the front door. He spun around and made his way to the door. "I'm coming!" He said, before unlocking the door and opening it. Suddenly, he was immediately glomped by another pink inkling with a straw boater hat.

"Ohmygosh, you're back!! I've been trying to reach you, but you didn't answer and..." Fynn's teammate, Maye blurted out quickly. She was later, shushed by her twin brother; Dewey.

"Calm down, sis. He's not dead or anything." Dewey's gaze was focused on his captain. "Seriously, Fynn. Where on earth have you been? As a captain like yourself, you shouldn't just leave without an explanation. Everybody knows that."

And then, there's Angie with her roomate, Mysti. "The other two are arriving, shortly. Unfortunately for Dawn and Hanzo, they're both busy at the moment.. And Hunni's team aren't going to make it because they're already training for the tournament.." Behind Angie, Mysti was standing there and looking over her roommates shoulder. The Mimic Octoling seems to be a bit concerning about Fynn's health.

"I'm relieved, you're alright..!" She stepped closer to him and checked for any scars or injuries. She noticed that Fynn's face still has a bit of dirt from outside. ("There's no mistaken it.. He must've been training hard.. I know someone who would do such a thing...") She rubbed her chin until she looked up into Fynn's gaze. "There are no major injuries on your body. That's good."

Fynn was rather exhausted after each session. During training, he didn't whine or complain and he takes it easy on his own pace. "Of course, I'm alright. There's no need tp worry about me. Noow then, let's all sit down and I'll tell you what really happened." Everyone including Fynn sat down on either the couch or the floor. Before Fynn could confess, there was another knock at the door. He quickly opened the door ro reveal his cousin, Skyla and Scorpia. "Hey, cousin! Scorp! Come sit with us. I was just about to tell you my story." He went back to his seat.

"Where the hell were you for the past few weeks!? Dawn, Aunt Cherry, AND Uncle Ray were worried sick about you!" The tiny inkling sat down with the rest of them. She had already signed the applications for the fall semester and she has gotten the word from Angie.

"......" Scorpia leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. During Fynn's absense, she got a new mask from the new Galleria as a present from her sister, Azalea.

And so, Fynn explained why he was gone. He met a teal-colored inkling at Arowana Mall while Fynn and Dawn were out shopping. He accepted her as her new disciple and began training at her Battle Dojo in Octo Valley. He's been working hard for a month in the half, until he came back to Inkopolis to spend some quality time with the gang for the weekend.

I see.. So, that's why you kept this to yourself? And what about your nightmares that Eimie me mentioned about..?" Angie said, still worried about him.

"I.. kinda forgotten all about that during training. I slept well, I ate well, and there's nothing wrong with me." Fynn shrugged. He stopped worrying about himself and others, just his main purpose. "So, there you have it. I've been improving for a month in a half I couldn't bare the thought of letting my teammates down.. No, everyone down.." He lowered his gaze.

Everyone remained silent for a while until Skyla walked up to Fynn. She planted a light and painless jab to his cheek. She looked up at her cousin and smiles. "You really are an idiot by heart, but you're my idiot. There's no need to worry about us. Whatever training you're doing, don't lose faith." Skyla has known him for 6 years when he started moving in with his aunt, Naomi.

"Sky's right. You're still stronger than you think. We'll be there to support you." Scorpia took off her surgical mask and smiles. She's not worrying about revealing her scar on her mouth.

Next up is the Berri Twins. Dewey stepped up to face Fynn. "I've always been frustated because of you. But you're a great addition to the team. I hate to admit it, but I respect you."

Maye nodded, ethusiastically. "I couldn't thank you enough for treating me for ice cream after my rejection, about a year ago. I'm happy to have you as our captain!"

Last but not least, Angie and Mysti approached to Fynn. "You're not a burden to everyone. You've done so much for the past year. You don't need to worry about us, all the time. If you're feeling down, please tell us. Because that's what friends do.." And with that, Mysti nodded happily with her.

Fynn was moved by everyone. He's been worried about his dark past for a while. Angie was right about one thing, he has friends to support him and guide him in the right direction. "Everyone.. Thank you.. You don't know how much this means alot to me.." Fynn was about to shed a tear, but he dried up.

The heart-warming moment was interrupted when his girlfriend immediately opened the door with some groceries in her hand. She looked very shocked and frightened.

"F-Fynn, everyone, You've got to see this!" Eimie cried, reaching for the remote to the TV. She flipped the channels until she found the Inkopolis News.

"Eimie.. What's going o-" Fynn stopped his sentence when he saw there's no Great Zapfish on the tower in Inkopolis PLaza. It's been captured again. But they were far from over. Everyone was questioning about Callie's disappearance. Once the news is over, everyone went silent again.

"M-Missing..?!" Mysti gasped. She knows who is behind all of this. The Mimic Octoling has heard about her kind's attempt at stealing the Great Zapfish once. She's got a bad feeling about this.

"W-What happened to Callie?! I thought, she was going to do a fan meeting at Starfish Mainstage..!" Maye panicked, a bit.

("This can't be happening.. At a time like this..?!") As a former agent like Fynn, he used to defend Inkopolis during situations like this one. Now that the Great Zapfish is missing again, they'll lose power for good. He needs to find Tundra and fast. Maybe, they'll investigate the problem and inform a Squidbeak Splatoon member. If only Agent 3 was here.

"E-Everybody, remain calm!!" Eimie stood in the middle of the group. "We still have generators, in case of emergency. For the meantime, I brought snacks and drinks over. Ain't that right, Fynn?" She looked around to find Fynn, but he vanished without a trace. Eimie's heart felt cold. "F-Fynn..?! Fynn..!!" She cried out, but he was long gone.

The group searched for Fynn as well, still no use. He must've snuck out to find help while Eimie was talking. "Oh no... Where did Fynn go, this time...?" Angie said, worrying about him even more.

Fynn rushed out of the apartment, heading straight towards the Plaza by bike. The situation is starting to take effect. Some of the lights began flickering on and off until the flickering stopped. He must head back to the dojo, before it's too late.

A few moments later, Fynn arrived at the Battle Dojo and he came to a screeching halt. He quickly stepped inside of the dojo and Fynn froze in place. The entire dojo is trashed and covered in fuschia ink. That ink is color is coming from the Octarians. ("There's no mistaken the ink.. It's from the Octarians.. I need to search for Tundra..") Before he could go up the stairs, he heard an eerie and cute giggle from afar.

"Lost, little rat?" A female voice filled Fynn's ears. It wasn't long until one Octoling approached to him with an Octoshot in her hand. If Fynn could see through her new shades, her eyes were filled with inklust. Suddenly, the other three soldiers have surrounded him.

"Okay.. What's going on..?" Fynn looked around to see the 4 Octolings that are aiming at him. Could they be out for revenge from 2 years ago?

"I'll ask the questions here, punk!!" The black-tentacled elite barked at him, causing Fynn to silence himself. "Tell us where Unit-237 is or we'll start splatting you to bits. We've already found your location during your so-called training." She has her finger on the trigger and ready to shoot if he tries to escape or not answer to her question.

Today's been a huge mess for him. There was no Great Zapfish, no sign of Tundra, and worst of all, no escape. The four elite have cornered him in all directions. ("So much for a pleasant weekend from the dojo.. Without my gun or roller, I'm screwed... Unless, I need to think carefully and fast..!") His memories came rushing back to the ankle weights training. Maybe, he could juke them out and outsmart them without his weapons. Fynn's sufficient training with Tundra will be put to good use for odds like this.

To Be Continued...

#fynn #eimie #angie #maye #dewey #skyla #scorpia #tundra #plot: canyon conquest #splatoon

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breakdawn-avenue · 7 years

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Thnks fr th mmrs

Summary: One more night, one more day Thanks for the memories Even though they weren’t so great Because they can’t take yesterday

Word count: 1.933 Note: art trade with the coolio @seasaltmemories . quick disclaimer; lyrics in the summary are from Fall out Boy and Leona Lewis, thus not mine. I actually never thought I would finish it so quickly after agreeing on the topic.

Ray remembers. She remembers like it was just yesterday. And perhaps it was because everything after meeting him felt like a rush. Though the first meeting wasn’t this spectacular, the memory of it is still crystal clear. It was the last day before Sky-City’s annual “Old Town’s Carnival” that should end with a pompous Duel Monsters Tournament, just like last year. During this festivity, her father was planned to be honoured officially because he managed to bring together Real Solid Vision with Duel Monsters, thus creating Duel Monsters with mass. This new technology was said to be used for the first time in this tournament. She wanted to buy the ingredients for Oyakodon, her father’s favourite meal, in the grocery store around the corner from her home. There, between garden leek, onions and celery, she saw him for the first time. The gray hair with green wisps were the first things she noticed about him but didn’t pay much attention to him. Absent-minded, while rather roughly planning the evening, she saw that he had tofu, garden leek, Chinese cabbage as well as lily mushrooms in his shopping basket. She immediately thought about Sukiyaki. Even though she noticed his nervousness, she still didn’t pay any more attention and took some green onions before proceeding with her shopping. Ray then met him again at the shelf with the great range of rice. If it wasn’t his nervousness this time then she noticed his widely rainbow coloured curses. And instead of taking a pack of rice, he practically strayed. She only understood one sentence, that he needed to ask for help if he wanted to eat something warm this evening. Ray managed to hold back her laughter. It was a small grocery store, actually well-arranged so it was absolutely impossible to get lost in it. She threw a pack of white rice into his shopping basket before he even could move away. She didn’t wait for his reaction but grabbed some Dashi, soya sauce and Sake from the shelf on the opposite side. He stuttered a baffled thanks to that Ray only responded with a small smile. One thing lead to another and she ended up helping him to gather all the ingredients for his Sukiyaki. After that, she was absolutely positive, she would never see this gray-haired young man ever again. How wrong she was. She forgot the annual Carnival. Because this gray-haired young man from the grocery store participated in the Duel Monsters Tournament. And how splendid he delivered his duels. He ran, jumped and bounced almost in unison with his Duel Monsters on the field, effectively confused his opponents with it and won one duel after another. He was able to defeat so many opponents with his so-called “Entertainment Dueling” that they were facing each other in the finale. But they couldn’t determine a winner because the duel ended with a draw. So both of them were crowned as queen and king for the annual “Old Town’s Carnival”. The young man, Zarc, didn’t leave Sky-City after the Carnival so Ray didn’t miss any chance to get to know him better. It didn’t take them long to get together. Ray remembers how he confessed to be a Whisperer. He was able to hear and see Duel Monster Spirits just like her. They were the reason for his nervousness when he went shopping in the grocery store on the eve of the “Old Town’s Carnival”. They were just as excited as him to see this festivity so they were almost driving him nuts with their constant happy chatter. Zarc didn’t want to bawl out at them in public so he tried to keep his annoyance in check. She remembers his yellow eyes that turned into shimmering gold when she told him that she was a Whisperer, too. She remembers the following kiss, the very first, that was filled with shy hope, determined disbelief as well as sincere love. She did leave an impression on him as well as he did. She remembers this choir of voices around them when they kissed for the first time. Their Duel Monster Spirits who cheered, laughed and mocked them. But Ray and Zarc were so in love that they never felt bothered by their constant chatting. She remembers the first time she slept with him. He was very careful, paid much attention and made sure she felt content. He made sure that he never disrespected her needs and wants. And it felt like a lazy evening on a hot summer day, laying on the infinite green meadow on the back of her home, the chirping crickets in one’s ear, the fresh smell of blooming flowers and the clean air in one’s nose while the warmth of the slowly disappearing sun still lingered on one’s skin. And this wondrous feeling of spotting the very first star in the slowly blue turning evening sky. Many of these followed before these nights turned more wild and passionate. She remembers sharing most of their secrets. She remembers how she loves the moments when Zarc was still sleepy, barely awake and wore a sloppy smile on his lips. And how he then used his quiet, groggy and raspy voice, for the first time on this day just to confess one of his inner desires. She remembers when he described his wish to live in another town, or even in another world in such colourful and vivid words where Whisperers don’t have to hide their ability. A world where he and Ray could live without anything that restrains them or their relationship. Where her father was okay with them being together. Where Duel Monsters Spirits were more than just fighting tools but living creatures that lived alongside humans. She remembers how his eyes started to sparkle again, turning once more into this shimmering gold when he spoke about this world. She remembers that she soon, too, started to long for this world. For anything that kept their friends out of any possible danger. She remembers all these countless evenings and nights where both of them weren’t able to sleep. They built pillow and blanket fortresses together, gathered all pretzel sticks for him and all chocolate for her so they could spent the hours talking about everything and nothing until they fell asleep under their soft castle in his living room. She remembers this shimmering gold whenever he laid his eyes on her. She remembers how his yellow eyes were so tempting and challenging or how his smirks turned so cocky she wanted to smack him whenever they fought a heated duel. Neither of them was willing to back down, and they rarely finished the duels with a clear winner. In the end, both of them felt like a winner because they always tried to bring out the best of the other. She remembers how thrilled she felt when Zarc confessed that he finally found a home, a place where he loves to live. She remembers how he always tried his best that she felt comfortable with or around him, in every situation. She remembers how he tried to turn every single date they had to be worth remembering. She remembers how many times he went broke because of her just to offer her everything that she never dared to try out. And how she scolded him every time for this reckless behaviour. She remembers all the small and big arguments, over all this stupid little and unimportant things and moments that bothered her, that just brought them closer. She doesn’t remember its start. She doesn’t remember when the change happened, when his once shimmering golden eyes turned into these hard and unbreakable metal this colour comes from. She doesn’t remember when his duels started to turn into modern gladiator combats. It was a slip, a very bad one that he regretted, they told each other. His slogan was still bringing people fun, bright and entertaining duels. “If I’m not enjoying my duels,” Zarc explained with tears glimmering in his yellow, hollow eyes, “I can’t cheer them up!” Neither of them started to notice the downfall. Zarc never had the intention of killing his opponent. It was an accident. A tragedy. This was what they’ve told each other. Again and again and again. That shamefully turned into something more gross, more inexcusable, more bigger than their imagination. It went out of their hand. Neither of them expected it to be so well accepted, that the Sky-City citizens’ desire to destroy, to kill, to gloat over someone’s pain was so big. She doesn’t remember its cause anymore and how frightened she was that it happened in one of his duels. She doesn’t remember the moment where his Duel Monster Spirits started to become more silent and her friends got louder again. She doesn’t remember how many fights they had because of this, how every single word from her, opinion or belief seemed to start to get irrelevant. She doesn’t remember when was the last time he didn’t feel like suffocating. When she always believed that she was able to bring him out of his sea of despair, of loneliness, of depression, of the feeling to be unwanted. She doesn’t remember the last time he felt frozen in time, not being able to undo his wrongs. She doesn’t remember the last time he felt whole again while everything else around him fell apart. She doesn’t remember the last time she was able to reach him with her words, with her touch, with her own magic. When they started to drift apart. But they met again. On the eve of the next “Old Town’s Carnival”. He wanted to buy the ingredients for Sukiyaki. And she wanted to buy the ingredients for her father’s favourite meal, Oyakodon. There, she begged him to stay, “don’t go where I can’t follow you.” To which his cold yellow eyes only responded with a determined “leave me alone.” Ray never expected him to say that she really should leave this town. To leave Sky-City with her father and to never come back. But she refuses to listen. Too stubbornly in love with the young man she doesn’t know anymore. Way too determined to grow old with this young man. So she watches the duels with her father at the tribunes. Ray doesn’t participate in the Duel Monsters Tournament this time, too frightened to face Zarc and the possibility of losing the duel and what might happen next. But even without her interference, he wins every duel and thus getting crowned as the annual “Old Town’s Carnival” king. It isn’t enough. It isn’t enough to satisfy his own desires, his owns and his Duel Monster Spirits’. They are angry. Uncontrollable and utterly done with this town’s citizens. While Sky-City citizens celebrate him, Zarc is more than ever out for blood and fuels effortless their shouting with everything Sky-City citizens want to hear. Ray can see it in his yellow, hollow eyes. Sky-City citizens will never know what their desire unleashed on this day. And the realization hits Ray hard. She was never meant to be able to stop this madness. Even if she tries. Even if her Duel Monster Spirits beg her to leave with her father. She remembers everything. She remembers making a vow to never forget any of these memories. Because despite the fact that not every memory with Zarc is great, she holds them close to her heart. But she forgot to remember what her father once told her – that love, even the most sincere and wholehearted one, sometimes just wasn’t enough.

#yugioh arc v #arc v #Akaba Ray #Zarc #genesisshipping #art trade #seasaltmemories wished for angst #so is this okay?#also if anything sounds weird please tell me #so that I can fix it #bA's writing

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potterotterdrafts · 6 years

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A Study in Sight

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Parentlock, Omegaverse, and Johnlock.

Stranger: (blindlock: Sherlock lost his sight a few years ago in a lab accident) Sherlock was walking along his usual path home from work with his guide dog Einstein. It was a normal day, maybe a little bit warmer that usual. He stopped at a crosswalk and pressed the button but when he went to step away from it Sherlock tripped and landed on top of another person. He stood and apologized profusely, it wasn't like Einstein to forget to keep him from tripping over hazards on the sidewalk. It was only when he heard a girl giggling near Einstein that he realized what must have happened. He reached forward and gently touched a small hand before speaking, "Um excuse me, but Einstein is working right now and I need him to not be distracted," Sherlock said trying to be polite and hoping that her parent didn't mind him saying this to her. It still felt a bit rude telling people not to pet him but Sherlock had to get used to it. He had no choice.

You: "Rosie, stop it." John said, pulling the girl away from the dog. "Are you alright, sir? I didn't mean to trip you. I don't see any major injuries, but I don't want to take too many chances." John said as he quickly looked over the man, still trying to straighten his own clothes out and still keeping his toddler away from the dog. "I'm so sorry for my daughter distracting your guide dog. I promise I'll have a strict word with her when we get home....if we make it home in one piece." he said, exhausted. It had been a long morning already, with Rosie showing her attitude in bright colors. "Rosamund." He said sternly as the little girl reached out. He picked her up. "Enough." he settled her on his him. "Its, uh, safe to cross." he told the man, as they headed in the same direction.

Stranger: "Thank you, and really there's no trouble. Einstein and I were just heading to the park so he could play. We don't really have enough space to play fetch in the flat," Sherlock said with a laugh and scratched Einstein before giving him his focus command. Instantly the dog was back on the job and paying close attention to any potential obstacles. "He's been a fairly recent addition to my Iife so we are still learning all there is about each other."

You: "Play!" Rosie repeated. "Play, Daddy." John sighed. "No, Rosie. You've been a bad little girl. No park this morning." He told her, to which her bottom lip began to quiver. "Don't start that, Ro, please..." John begged, shaking his head. "He's a well behaved dog. His training has clearly paid off." John said as he moved with the stranger. "Before Rosie came along and touched him, he was clearly on a mission. Perhaps he could teach her how to be a better listener for me."

Stranger: "May I explain to her how important he is?" Sherlock offered with a gentle smile as the lab lead him through the busy sidewalks. He knew where they were going quite well. He had a lot of trust for the pup already even if they hadn't been partner's for long.

You: John nodded before he realized the stranger couldn't see him. "Yea, of course, but I should warn you she's not even three yet." John turned the pouting girl in his arms to face the stranger. "Rosie, no stop with the crocodile tears. I want you to listen to this nice gentleman. He wants to tell you about his service dog, yes? And why you shouldn't play with them while they're working." They stopped, just out of the line of steady foot traffic so that the man could speak to his daughter. "She's all ears." he told the man.

Stranger: "So miss Rosie, my dog's name is Einstein. He helps me to go places because I can't see anymore. I got hurt. But because of him I can walk around and find my way to where I should go. When you touch him while hes helping me it distracts him and means that he cant keep me safe. That's why I bumped intonyour daddy. So if you see a dog with a special vest like what Einstein has on you should always ask if you can pet before you do," Sherlock explained after lowering himself so Rosie could see him a little better.

You: Rosie continued to pout as the man spoke to her. "I hurt Eye-sty?" she asked. John couldn't help but chuckle. "No, Rosie, you didn't hurt Einstein." Rosie nodded, reaching out to wrap her arms around the stranger. "Rosie, love, you really shouldn't touch people without their permission either. What did the nice man /just/ say?" Rosie gave the man a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry." she said. "No touching Eye-sty" John sighed. "I'm terribly sorry." he said to the man. "She's usually better behaved, especially in public. Rosie let go of the man." John said. "I just sayin' sorry, Daddy."

Stranger: Sherlock chuckled softly and gave the little girl a hug back, "It's alright, now you make sure you listen to your daddy today alright?" Sherlock gave the little girl a smile and and turned his face to John, "she's such a sweet little thing. It's alright, I adore children.... I'm Sherlock by the way," the brunette said and ran a hand through his curls hoping he hadn't caused one to stick up randomly.

You: Rosie nodded to the man as she returned to burrow into John. "Thank you. Most people, after having been practically assaulted on the sidewalk, wouldn't be so genial." He chuckled. "John." he said. "John Watson. It's nice to meet you, Sherlock, wish it had been better circumstances." he looked the man over once more, making sure everything was in place before he turned to Rosie. "Sorry again for all the hassel. Have fun at the park." John said, bidding the man goodbye. "Bye, Eye-sty". Rosie called, waving to the puppy as they headed off down the sidewalk.

You: *hassle

Stranger: Sherlock grinned and hand Einstein do one of his tricks for Rosie. He could stand on his back end and wave with his front paw. He gave the dog a treat before walking on with the harness firmly in his hand. As the day went on he and Greg went to the grocery store. While he could do most things he still hadn't manages shopping alone just yet but he was learning quickly. The two of them were going through pasta sauces when he heard a familiar little girl's voice a couple aisles over.

You: "Biscuits!" Rosie practically shouted. "We need biscuits, Daddy." John shushed the little girl. "Yes, love, I know we need biscuits." he told the little girl, plucking a couple of packages off the shelf. He tossed them in his cart as the little girl kicked her feet from her position in the front of the cart. "We also need to figure out what to have for dinner tonight." he said, making his way down the aisle and turning onto the next. " 'Ghetti!" Rosie giggled. "You, darling, are going to turn into a noodle if you keep it up." he pressed a kiss to her forehead and moved down the aisle. "Eye-sty! Daddy, look!" John glanced up. What were the chances. "Lucky for him you can't get down." John teased. "Have any recommendations for sauces?" he asked as they came to stand beside the pair of men.

Stranger: Sherlock turned to the sound of the voice with a bright smile, well that was unexpected. "Who would have thought that we shopped in the same grocery store," Sherlock chuckled as Greg walked up to them. "So this is the handsome sounding father you were telling me about," The older man said making Sherlock blush and punch in his general direction. Landing a lit.to the ribs. "Shut up Greg. Though I must say my favorite sauce is vodka sauce if you're interested."

Stranger: Hit to*

You: Rosie leaned over her seat, giddy with excitement. "Wanna play, Daddy." John shook his head. "No, Rosie, remember what Mr. Sherlock said earlier. You can't play with the dog while he's working. You'll hurt Sherlock again." Rosie grumbled but quieted down as she continued to stare at the dog beside Sherlock. "I'm handsome, are I?" He teased as the second man joined them. "Did he also tell you that my daughter nearly caused Sherlock to fracture his skull on the sidewalk. I, luckily, broke his fall." John said, pointing to his shoulder. "Thanks, Sherlock, I'll keep that in mind."

Stranger: "Sherlck here said your voice sounded nice so he thought you wpuld be handsome. Im sure he wil habe me describe you him later," Greg said with a grin while Sherlock didn't say anything and just tried his best to hide his blushing face. Hehe pushed his sunglasses up a little showing a tiny bit of the heavily burned areas from his accident but he didn't think about what he was doing in the moment.

Stranger: Sherlock*

You: "Can I trust you to do me justice?" he asked the man. He stuck out his hand. "John Watson. It's nice to meet you. This is my daughter Rosie." The little girl looked up and waved before quickly turning her attention back to the dog. "Be sure to add a few inches to my height and I'd like it if you didn't tell him about all the new gray hairs." John chuckled pointing to his head. "And make sure you remind him I'm a doctor. Helps when trying to convince someone to have dinner, after all." John glanced over to Sherlock as the man quietly shifted out of embarrassment. John immediately noticed the scars, but didn't mention them. "Nothing to worry about, Sherlock, Greg's just teasing, I'm sure. I'm a hideous, troll of a man, who's only got his voice going for him."

Stranger: "This is what I get fr trusting my brothers husband to help me with shopping," Sherlock said with a soft laugh and shook his head. He finally realized his glasses were out of place and he quickly put them back. Even though he couldn't see the scarring he was self conscious about it. There was still some visible across his new and around the edges of the classes but it wasn't too bad there and wasn't usually noticed. Fred just rolled his eyes and gave Sherlock a little push towards John, "didn't you say you were going to ask him out if you ever saw him again?" Sherlock's blush went to the tips of his ears after that and he was glad that he couldn't see j ohns cleave because surely the an would turn him down after this.

You: When Sherlock was pushed in his direction, John's hands automatically went up, worried the man was going to stumble again. When he was certain Sherlock was steady on his feet, John reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. He looked up in Sherlock's direction, waiting for the man to speak. When he noticed how shy the man had suddenly become he smirked. "Well, I would love to have dinner with you, Sherlock, when you're free." He passed the card to Greg. "You'll have to be nice to Greg though, if you want my number. Can't have you thinking I'm too easy. You'll lose interest." he chuckled. "Thanks for the recommendation, by the way." John said, leaning in close to Sherlock as he pulled a jar of sauce off the shelf. "Don't wait too long to call." he returned to his cart and put the jar down. "Bye, Eye-sty!" Rosie waved as they turned onto the next aisle.

Stranger: Sherlock had to take a little to calm himself after John walked away. He could smell the man's cologne where they had brushed for just a moment. His heart was completely racing. The shopping was done and Sherlock managed to get the number from Greg. He waited until the next morning to call John and when he got vicemai Sherlock left what felt like the most awkward message of his life. "Hi john... um. It's Sherlock obviously. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner tonight? You can bring Rosie if you want to...I normally have dinner ready by 7 and I 'll I've at 221b Baker street. I understand if you don't want but... Yeah. Text me, my phone reads the messages out to me. Bye."

You: John had a busy day seeing patients so he didn't have time to check his phone regularly. It was mid afternoon when he finally had a break in appointments and was able to listen to the new voicemail. He sat at his desk chuckling. Sherlock seemed nervous on the call. John found it rather adorable. He pulled up his messages, punching in Sherlock's number. 'Hey, Sherlock, I'm sorry for the late response..it's been a hell of a day. I'd love to have dinner this evening with you. Though I don't want Rosie torturing your service dog or destroying your flat, so I'll leave her with the sitter. See you closer to seven? John'

Stranger: Sherlock had been staring at his phone for ages and the second that he got some kind of response from John he was up doing his best to clean his flat a little. His home was the first hing he'd memorized just now there was less lab equipment. The only left was a microscope and a box of slides to commemorate when he used to be able to see. He didn't want to give it up even if he knew that he couldn't use it anymore. Finally when the flat seemed reasonably clean Sherlock answered John's text 'Sounds great, my flat is the upstairs one. You can just walk in. Sherlock' God he was terrified but he was soon in the kitchen preparing pasta and Alfredo to go with the chicken he had Greg season the night before. He put two breasts in the oven and waited. While things cooked and he waited for the pasta to boil Sherlock showered and shaved carefully before dressing in a suit, trying to look nice for John.

You: The message came through quickly. John raised the phone and called Rosie's regular sitter. He hung up and finished his afternoon paper work before he left to retrieve Rosie from daycare. The next few hours passed quickly as John fed Rosie dinner and bathed both of them. John put on a fresh jumper and slacks, checking himself in the mirror before the bell rang. He let the sitter in, thanked her for coming over on such short notice and left his flat. At Baker Street, John stood looking up at the building for a few long moments before he eventually stepped inside. He took a deep breath and moved upstairs, knocking on the door frame. "Sherlock?" he called. "It's John."

Stranger: "In the kitchen," Sherlock called as he drained off the pasta. His microscope had been moved from the table to the counter and Sherlock had set up the table as neatly as he could. He was nervous and it showed in his shoulders but ue would get through it. Einstein was in his bed by the fire happily chewing on his newest squeaky toy.

You: John moved through the flat and into the kitchen. He stopped beside Sherlock at the sink, looking over the man. "I'm clearly under dressed for the occasion." He teased. "You look lovely though. Nice color on you." He looked down at the pasta. "Do you need help with anything? I don't mind earning my meal, you know?"

Stranger: "Is it the purple shirt? I was hoping to get the purple one," Sherlock said with a smile at John and shook his head. "It's almost done. I just need to put the sauce on the pasta. Thank you though," Sherlock didn't ordinarily put his sunglasses on when he was home but he did it for John. After all the blonde didn't need to see all of that. He returned the pasta to the pot before adding in the sauce and stirring it all up. "There we go, now I just need plates."

You: "It is the purple one." John said. "You must have quite a system worked out in your closet. I bet I'd be a complete train wreck." he said, leaning against the counter as Sherlock began to assemble the pasta, carefully stirring the sauce to combine everything. "I hope Greg didn't give you too much fuss after Rosie and I left yesterday. You looked ready to crawl under a rock with the way he was teasing you." John chuckled. "Here...let me help with the plates." John said. "I really don't mind."

Stranger: "He's my brother in law. I suppose it's kind of his job to embarrass me," Sherlock said with a small laugh and directed him to the cabinet with the plates while he took the chicken from the oven and got forks and things. He was beginning to relax a little since the conversation seemed quite easy.

You: John pulled down two plates for them, setting them on the counter. "Still, not the best way to go about meeting your future boyfriend, right? By being embarrassed by a brother, no matter the relationship." John teased. He helped Sherlock fill their plates and took them to the table. "This looks delicious." he said, sitting down at one of the places. "Thanks for cooking for us. This is definitely my kind of date. A quiet night in, good company." John glanced over at Sherlock, eyes hesitating for a moment on the glasses. "Are you feeling alright after our collision from yesterday?"

Stranger: "I'm perfectly fine, I just hope you aren't hurt I did land right on top of you," Sherlock said.with a smile and placed his plate down. "I don't drink really but I've got sparkling cider if that's alright," Sherlock said and nodded to the wine glasses had set out on the table. He hoped that John wouldn't mind. Though he had a feeling that he could do nearly anything and John would be alright with it.

You: "Yeah, that's fine." John poured them each a glass. "My shoulder's a bit sore, but that's not all unusual." he said, beginning to cut his chicken. "I got shot a few years ago while I was deployed. It aches regularly if I sleep on it wrong, or do too much lifting and the like. It'll feel better in a day or two." He took a bite of food, humming as he looked over Sherlock. "So, tell me about yourself, Sherlock. What sort of work do you do?"

You: (brb)

Stranger: "I'm not actually working right now... I'm still trying to adjust to my lack of sight but I keep myself occupied and I occasionally call Greg an idiot when he doesn't notice something. It's interesting having to learn to read in an entirely new way," Sherlock hummed and smiled at John. "I used to be a detective, self employed I would help the police when they needed it but after my accident, I had to step away from all of that."

You: (Hi, sorry!)

You: "Ah, right. I was going to ask, but then thought better of it." John said when they man mentioned his accident. "I didn't want to be as rude as Rosie was the other day. I..I saw your scars at the grocery store. They didn't look like they'd been healed long..." John said carefully. "I'm sorry, for whatever happened, I can't imagine what you've been through. Getting hurt and then having to relearn practically every part of your life...." John took another bite of pasta, chewing carefully. "If it's any consolation...I've got a hell of a scar too. Maybe I can let you examine mine some time."

Stranger: "It hasn't been long, only two years. When they tell you that you shouldn't look into a breaker while a reaction is happening and you should always wear goggles, I should have listened," Sherlock said and looked to John. "They're actually not even completely healed... the part near where my eyes were has been rather stubborn," Sherlock hummed but gave a little smile when John said he would show him the car had gotten. "I'd like of you did John, thank you. And getting shot like you did can't be any less traumatic I would imagine."

You: John shook his head. "No, it was still very traumatic." he said. "I've suffered a while with PTSD. I still have nightmares some times. Wake up in cold sweats, heart racing in my chest, right back in that war zone." John took a sip of his cider, as the silence filled the space between them. "But it's getting better. I've got Rosie now. She's been a godsend, really. I'm trying to raise her well, but then she goes and causes accidents and I wonder if I'm failing her as a parent." he chuckled. "I'm fairly certain she would have tried to pet Einstein again at the grocery store, if she hadn't have been in the cart."

Stranger: "That's alright. You said she wasn't even three yet, it takes time for things like that to process, I think you're a fine father John. I just wonder how I was lucky enough to catch someone like you as single. From Greg's description I was right in thinking you are handsome as well," Sherlock smiled and sipped his own cider before finishing off his chicken. He didn't really eat much and he was already full so he just set his fork down to talk with John.

You: John grimmaced. "Oh god, I'm not sure I want to know what he told you about me." he chuckled. "I bet he embellished a bit. He seemed quite eager to force you into a date. Is your brother-in-law always like that? Or is he just so happy in love that he thinks /everyone/ else should be too?" John finished his dinner and leaned back in the chair. "Not that I'm complaining much. You're a beautiful man, Sherlock, especially in that suit you've got on."

Stranger: "He's been trying to get my confidence back up... this is the first date I've been on since I lost my sight," Sherlock explained and stood. He wrapped his plate in plastics wrap before putting it in the fridge. He then went to get j ohns so he could was it and start getting everything cleaned up.

You: "Well, I'm flattered then. Seems I was finally dealt a winning hand." he teased. "You didn't eat much, are you feeling alright?" he asked, moving towards Sherlock at the sink. "I hope I haven't been a terrible conversationalist this evening. I know it hasn't been the happiest of topics we've gotten on."

Stranger: "Oh I'm fine, I don't normally eat much," Sherlock smiled. He really didn't. He just didn't have the appetite of a normal person. "I've enjoyed our conversation too believe it or not. I don't really get the chance to talk to others as much now that I pretty much stay home unless I have to go out," Sherlock hummed and reached to takes j ohns hand and reassure him whole he washed.

Stranger: While*

You: John gave Sherlock's hand a squeeze. "Well, good. That's a relief, really. I haven't dated much since Rosie came along. Haven't had much time." he said. He noticed the kettle on the stove and moved to retrieve it, stealing a bit of Sherlock's running water. "Nothing better than a warm cup of tea on the sofa after a lovely dinner, right?" John asked. "Unless you had planned on kicking me out?" he asked, glancing towards Sherlock as the water began to boil. "Don't want to over stay my welcome and ruin my chances for a second date."

Stranger: "Tea sounds lovely but make sure you put whatever you take exactly in the same place. I'll never find it otherwise," Sherlock hummed and gave the blonde a bright smile. "Speaking of rosie... I was wondering how someone as amazing as you became a single parent," Sherlock asked. He'd answered questions about his eyes so he thought that maybe he could get that bit of information from John.

You: "Promise." He said. "Or maybe I'll just leave the kettle somewhere different so you're forced to call me again." he teased, giving Sherlock's arm a squeeze as he pulled down two cups for them. He popped in the tea bags and poured the boiling water over them to steep. "Well..." he began. "I was married for a few years. wife got pregnant while I was on R&R. When I got shot and came home, she announced she couldn't be a soldier's wife or a mother anymore. Never knew for sure, but I thought she was cheating on me after Rosie was born."

Stranger: "She lost an amazing man," Sherock said softly and went to give John a small hug, hoping he wasn't pushing things too far. He really did like John he found and May be this would work out well. A first date going so well had to be a good sign.

You: John was surprised when Sherlock wrapped his long arms around him. "You don't know enough about me to make such a statement." he teased, wrapping his own arms around Sherlock. "This is nice..." he said. "Not your typical first date. Much more...interesting." he teased as they stood together in the kitchen. "Do you always hug without permission, Sherlock Holmes?"

Stranger: "Only when I feel it is fitting," Sherlock said with a grin and hummed softly. He took one of his hands and reached for John's face, gently feeling his featured and tracing shapes, "Greg's description on your face shape was accurate. He said your eyes are a very dark blue too."

You: John nodded. "They are, yeah. Not nearly as captivating as yours..." he said as Sherlock's fingers worked over his face. John closed his eyes, standing perfectly still so that Sherlock could memorize the shape and feel. "Like what you feel?" he asked, happy that he'd had time to shower and shave before their date. He would have hated to still smell like the surgery with Sherlock this close.

Stranger: Sherlock shook his head a little, "my eyes are damaged and destroyed. They aren't anything like yours." He was kind of glad that Rosie had distracted Einstein now because he'd never felt his heart race like this for someone before.

You: "They may be different than they were, Sherlock, but even under those glasses I'm certain they still hold enough mysteriousness to captivate all of London." John said quietly. "Your scars...they hold a hell of a story of the troubles you've endured to get where you are. Accident or not."

Stranger: Sherlock nodded and used his free hand to take his glasses off. He looked down a little unsure of how John would react to the extensive damage. He'd never shown any one but mycroft what his face liked like after the accident so he was understandably nervous. His brother had told him that there wasn't much of his eyes remaining. But he wasn't sure about the accuracy of that.

You: John's heart broke as Sherlock took off his glasses. "Oh, Sherlock...." he began. He was quiet for a long time before he reached up and brushed his thumb over Sherlock's cheek. "Still beautiful." he said quietly. He took Sherlock's other hand, taking a few steps back and raising it to his shoulder. It took a bit of maneuvering, as John had to turn around, but eventually he was able to slip the tips of Sherlock's fingers under his jumper, letting Sherlock feel the starburst shaped scar. "Not the same thing, but a promise is a promise, after all."

Stranger: Sherlock nodded and felt over the scar as best he could but he'd have to feel more later on. "I'll keep my glasses on when Rosie is around, I don't want to scare her," Sherlock said and leaned down to rest his head on John's shoulder lightly while he still felt the scar.

You: "Maybe just for a little while." John said. "But I think it's safe to tell her once she gets to know you." Eventually John turned around in Sherlock's arms. "Does this mean I get a second date?" he asked, smirking. "I don't have anymore scars or war stories to tell, but I've got a lot a toddler who's in love with your dog and who's got more force than a tiny tornado."

Stranger: "Id love to go on a second date with you John, this is probably the best first date I've ever had," Sherlock said with a smile and pressed a small kiss to John's cheek, trying to be brave.

You: John couldn't help but chuckle. "Perfect." he said. "I was nervous, you know? Had no idea what I was going to talk to you about. Thought I may be over zealous in my apologies after yesterday. Not really the best way to win a first or second date." he teased.

Stranger: "You won me over easily," Sherlock said with a smile. He placed his glasses on the counter, not feeling like he needed them after John called him beautiful without them.

You: "Glad to see I haven't lost all my charm." he teased. "Now, I was told there would be tea and a bit of canoodling on the sofa before I have to leave and return to my fatherhood duties." he said, releasing Sherlock and grabbing their tea. "Shall we?"

Stranger: Sherlock giggled at John, "Did you really just say canoodling? That's amazing." He was glad that John was happy to spend tome with him and Sherlock knew it was too early for it but he hoped it would turn into something amazing.

You: John hummed, following after Sherlock. "I did, yes. When you become a father you find yourself saying all sorts of silly words." He waited for Sherlock to settle before holding out the mug. "Like canoodling, kerfluffal, hankypanky. There's a dictionary for dad's, you know. Stork drops it off with the baby."

Stranger: Sherlock giggled again and sipped his tea with a hum. "Mmm maybe hankypanky is a little risque for a two year old though," Sherlock grinned and tucked himself against John's side when the blonde sat down.

You: "Doesn't always have to be risque." he reminded the detective, slipping an arm around Sherlock as they sat in front of the fire. "I'd show you the dictionary, but I'm not sure you have the proper clearance." he chuckled.

#Johnlock #TW:Lab accident #Blindness #John Watson has a daughter named Rosie #Rosie loves Einstein #Scarred and beautiful #Omegle #thanks stranger

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