Watch me sink

Disposable Hero - Chapter 1

Fri, 31 May 2013 21:28:14 -0400

She was nothing but cherry red lips, fingernails chewed to the quick, knobby knees, and a color of blonde that came from a bottle. Couldn’t have been more than eighteen, and surely wasn’t allowed legally in the bar.

Soldier had seen it all before at Leroy’s, a dirty little place he frequented whenever he was on leave from the gravel wars. Since he’d drifted in a few years back, a stranger in a town with no more than a few hundred people brandishing a wallet full of hundred dollar bills, he’d attracted all kinds of folk: some homeless veterans from WWII (Soldier always gave each of them at least $50, proudly crowing that he was helping his fellow brothers in arms), drug dealers looking to sell whatever stock they had (Soldier always beat the shit out of them, screaming about those damned hippies before the cops showed up to arrest him. Thankfully Mann Co. always got those incidences tidied up, otherwise he’d be in jail for the rest of his life), and of course, ladies of the night looking to see if he’d be interested in their services.

The prostitutes he didn’t mind in the beginning, in fact Soldier had more than once enjoyed their business. But the years went by, and the women got younger and more desperate. He could tell by the dirty clothes that didn’t fit, the almost deadened look in their eyes, the mechanical way they moved on top of him. That bothered him, and he would flat-out refuse them, making some cry if they’d badgered him too much, hollering about how they disgusted him.

He knew most by nicknames, brands by which a pimp differentiated his girls from another pimp. Some were nicknamed after jewels, some after cars, some with simple cutesy names that felt like worms crawling under his skin when he could hear a fellow patron moan it.

Most of the girls who frequented Leroy’s learned to stay away from Soldier, even the newer ones learned from the veterans to not even bother trying.

That is, until a new pimp blew into town.

He’d been gone for six months, a lengthy campaign against BLU had ended in victory, and a hefty pay raise. Soldier blew into Leroy’s the night he got back into town. The bar was jumping, filled with loud music from the jukebox and obnoxious laughter from the drunks. He damn near kicked the door off the hinges, making the bartender jump and then scowl when she saw who it was.

“Damnit Solly, you damn near gave me a coronary,” she groused loudly, preemptively getting a pint out from under the bar, filling it up with Soldier’s preferred ale.

“I don’t know where that sissified talk is coming from Private, I expect you to expect the unexpected at all times!” Soldier found an empty seat at the end of the bar where the corner met the wall. He wanted to keep eyes on the door and windows at all times, “Besides tonight, we celebrate our victory!”

Loretta shook her head, and slid the pint in front of him. Without another word, she went back to her industrious cleaning of the bar. Soldier took a sip, ‘subtly’ eyeing the rest of the bar. It was busy and loud, it wasn’t a surprise no one else had noticed his entrance, which had deflated some of his bluster, but he was in too high of spirits to care. He had been victorious, and that’s all that mattered.

Soldier was left alone to his drinking. He kept to himself, sitting there alone for two hours, though he would have loved to share his war stories with someone. The men he recognized and normally would unceremoniously sit with were busy slobbering over the tittering women who were young enough to be their college-aged daughters. Others were dancing near the jukebox, grinding into one another. It was enough to make a patriot like him sick; so many hippies dancing all loose and free like they were in some goddamn Woodstock. All of them people he knew in passing.

However, he didn’t notice a new face in the crowd, a pale, gangly, slightly younger man with a pointed goatee sitting at the table surrounded by women in the corner across the room from him. When the goatee’d man directed one of the girls in his general direction, Soldier was already on his fourth drink, feeling pleasantly buzzed.

He was about to start on his fifth pint when the girl sat on a barstool beside him. She smiled at him, her lipstick had rubbed off on her teeth, but she hadn’t noticed, “Hi” she breathed.

Soldier stared at her. It was at least 30 some degrees when he was last outside and that had been hours ago, and there she sat, in a neon pink plastic mini skirt, ripped white tank top, heels that put at least another five inches on her height, and no sign of a jacket. Red lipstick. BItten off nails. Probably too young to drink.

He didn’t recognize her.

His good mood instantly vanished. He turned away from her, going back to his drinking, “I’m not interested in any piece of ass you’re selling kid.” She fleetingly looked affronted, like he had offended her, which quickly melted back into that smile, almost mechanically, “Who said we have to do anything like that? What if we just party together?” Her arms slid around his arm, “My name is Cherry, what’s yours?”

Soldier tried to pull his arm away in disgust, but she clinched onto it tighter and pulled him close to her. Her lips were centimeters away from his ear when she breathed into it, “Look you see that guy on the other side of the bar? The one who’s watching us?” Soldier looked at the man watching them intently, “He’s going to beat the shit out of me again if I don’t make him any more money tonight.” He felt her heart beat like a rabbit’s against his bicep, “Please, I don’t care what you want me to do, it doesn’t have to be sex, I’ll clean your fuckin’ house or something, just for the love of god, pay me for something.”

He turned and looked at her again. Her face appeared to be smiling seductively, but he could see the cold fear in her eyes. He smiled at her, which was supposed to be something in the ballpark of reassuring, but came out slightly demented. “Fine.” Without another word, he got up, Cherry still wrapped around his arm. He nodded at the pimp, who’s steely gaze followed them as they walked out that bar, into the cold night air.

REVENGE

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 20:37:00 -0400

The station house was all quiet as you, Problem Sleuth, the city’s captain of the gangster unit, sat in your office, throwing back stiff belts from your trusty flask. It had been a very trying day; The Felt had knocked over a bank when the Midnight Crew decided that it was a fine time to get revenge for some past grievance. Needless to say, it had been a bloodbath with some dead and more wounded.

After untangling the red miles of bureaucratic tape and what your subordinates called “needless and complete bullshit”, a fight ensued resulting in Ace Dick getting sometime off for punching you in the face. This hadn’t been the first time you both had tussled in the past week, starting with him breaking your favorite mug. You can never get that priceless Bugs Bunny coffee mug back, and it really steamed your vegetables. You take another stiff belt to get the picture of your cheery faced mug, cracked beyond repair out of your head.

You gave it a proper funeral afterwards.

And it wasn’t even like you could get back at him either, Ace didn’t put much stock in sentimental things. You couldn’t rip his soul out like he did to you. You drank again, getting more frustrated, letting your eyes wonder around the empty room. What could you do?

Your eyes settle on Ace’s desk. Like a delayed firework, a plan explodes in your head. You stumble towards the desk, forgetting about the effects of the liquor. This was brilliant you grinned to yourself, why hadn’t you thought of this sooner??

Thank the Godhead that you had to piss really bad.

You pull your member out and assume the position. A golden stream shoots out of your dick like a fire hose as you begin to spray down Ace’s desk and chair. The piss won’t stop, and soon you coat the entire work station with your urine.

Shaking it twice, you clumsily put your penis back into your pants. Picking up the box fan near the door and turning to the desk to speed up the drying process, you walk out, smirking from ear to ear.

Ain’t no one fucks with Sleuth.

Ain’t no one.

MY UNNAMED HOMESTUCK AU INFORMATION

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 05:10:46 -0400

so i came up with the idea for an AU

its a humanized AU, kids and trolls are roughly 21-25 years old with powers/abilities that they have hidden, and they do not know each other. they are invited to a private party by a reclusive billionaire by the name Doc Scratch who pays for their plane ticket, cab, and hotel. upon their arrival, he informs them that he has been watching them since they were kids, revealing that he knows all their dirty secrets.

the good doctor gives them a choice: they can play a simple game that will allow them to harness their abilities, provide them with a new world that will accept them, and resurrect the dead. they accept (some more begrudgingly than others) and are given instructions by scratch’s young associates; caliborn and calliope, whom split them up into pairs to work together and gives them the game discs.

running the game doesn’t cause the world’s immediate end, but opens a portal to the incipisphere, allowing them to traverse their planets and skaia with the ability to be able to return home to rest when needed.

though of course, this all comes at a very large price, and no one is certain of scratch’s true motives.

as you can see, it’s still in progress, i don’t even have a name for it, but here’s the basic stuff like powers and teams

John
Active: Wind Manipulation
Passive: Enhanced Charisma

Dave
Active: Time Manipulation
Passive: Music Weaponry

Jade
Active: Spatial Manipulation
Passive: Omni-Senses

Rose
Active: Precognition
Passive: Communes with Horrorterrors

Jane
Active: Touch of Life and Death
Passive: Lie Detection

Dirk
Active: Master Swordsmanship
Passive: Advanced Robotics Engineer

Jake
Active: Master Gunmanship
Passive: Hope Inducement

Roxy
Active: Void Manipulation
Passive: Peak Human Intelligence

Karkat
Active: Life-force Absorption
Passive: Regeneration

Aradia
Active: Ghost Summoning
Passive: Trans-timeline communication with doomed!selves

Tavros
Active: Communes with beasts
Passive: Flying

Sollux
Active: Telekinesis
Passive: Hypercognition

Nepeta
Active: Mimicry
Passive: Enhanced acrobatics

Kanaya
Active: Vampirism
Passive: Master Sawmanship

Terezi
Active: Echolocation
Passive: Death Sense

Vriska
Active: Mind Control
Passive: Probability Manipulation

Equius
Active: Enhanced Strength
Passive: Cloaking via creating voids

Gamzee
Active: Power Mimicry
Passive: Voodoo

Eridan
Active: Energy Blasts
Passive: Master Tactician

Feferi
Active: Ice Manipulation
Passive: Subliminal Seduction

Aranea
Active: Mind Exchange
Passive: Healing Blood

Meenah
Active: Water Manipulation
Passive: Aquatic Respiration

Teams

Rose and Sollux

Equius and Nepeta

Feferi and Gamzee

Kanaya and Eridan

John and Vriska

Aradia and Roxy

Meenah and Dirk

Jade and Aranea

Jake and Tavros

Dave and Karkat

canon character info for unnamed Hanna is Not a Boy's Name steampunk AU

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 00:35:00 -0400

basic character info on everyone! will more than likely be built upon at a later date, but i wanna get this all down while its still fresh in my head

also if this…does end up as an RP, i would definitely allow OCs in it because 1) there’s not enough characters to go around and 2) i wanna play a siren so badly

Hanna Falk Cross - A paranormal investigator, also known by the lower class as the ghost detective or “that little ginger haired shit”. Famous in the slums of the city for helping anyone who needs it, he is relatively unknown by the rest of the population save for the police and he is okay with keeping it that way. He prefers to perform his services in exchange for cash, but since 75% of his clientele are poor, he is willing to do anything in exchange for food or something. His parents were murdered under mysterious circumstances and there’s rumors perpetuated by vampire circles that he is not what he seems.

{…}/Zombie - Zombie is the result of a scientific experiment on reanimation gone horribly wrong, but he has no recollection of it, who brought him back and for what purpose, or who he was before death. The only thing he remembers is waking up in an abandoned warehouse near the docks. Five years has passed since then and he found himself on Hanna’s doorstep looking for answers. Now he works with Hanna, acting as a muscle and voice of reason when Hanna’s harebrained schemes seem a little too far-fetched.

Conrad Dillon Achenleck - Born to well-to-do parents, his father died at a young age. Raised by an overbearing mother, he was whipped into the raging, neurotic, snarky bastard he is today. Working as a librarian, he makes decent wages and lives comfortably in the good part of town. Days ago, while walking home in a storm, he found himself accosted by a vampire by the name of Lady Adelaide, who tricked him into following her into an alleyway. Once inside, he was attacked by her. He managed to escape but she found him in the street, managing to finally bite him. Thankfully Hanna and Zombie were walking down the street, managing to stop Adelaide and revive Conrad. Now he lives in fear of being found out that he was turned into a vampire, not able to report the attack to the police due to Adelaide’s influence.

Doc Luce Worth - A “doctor” that works in the slums. Immigrated from Australia at a young age, Worth comes from a very rich family who sent him to medical school. For reasons unknown, he dropped out and disappeared without a trace. In reality, he traveled around the country, binging on drugs, alcohol, runes, what-have you. His life changed when he helped a doctor who specializes in the unknown out. The doctor took Worth under his wing and taught him everything he knew. Since then, Worth and his childhood pal Lamont Toucey have worked together in the London slums, helping those who cannot find it elsewhere. Hanna and Worth met after Lamont found Hanna banged up terribly in an alley. Worth is the only one who knows what happened to Hanna’s parents and his darkest secrets.

Toni Ipres - A theater actress and born Werewolf. From a young age, she has seen the damage and havoc that has been caused by the Vampire and Werewolf War. As a teenager, she lost both parents to a group of Vampires who raided their home. Toni holds resentment against Vampires, but has nothing but pity for those turned against their will. Living with friends, she is lucky to make her pitiful wages and live a decent part of London.

Veser Amaker Hatch - A half-selkie who is a hoodlum with quite the rap sheet. His mother was forced to marry his father after he stole her pelt. Both parents despised him, and the only good thing he had in his life was his father’s employer/best friend Lee Fallun. Despite Lee’s attempts to be a good influence over him, Veser started acting out, committing petty thefts and vandalism. It was only when Lee was murdered, his father and mother disappeared, and an inheritance from Lee, did he try to get his act together and be a force of good in a world of crime and hate.

Lee Fallun - Born to an aristocratic family, as a young child he befriended his nursemaid’s son, who in turn began to work for Lee and raised a son named Veser. Lee fell in love with his best friend’s wife, blinding him to his friend’s violence and her outright hatred of her son. After Veser revealed his mother’s race, Lee wrote a will and left everything to Veser, then went to go claim the pelt back. His body was later found by Veser in Toni’s theater.

Ples Tibenoch - An unassuming doctor turned accountant with a helluva a dark side. From a middle class family, his parents used their life savings to send him to medical school. He did fine academically, but he couldn’t handle seeing all the death and injuries. A few into practicing, he suffered a nervous breakdown, having to be hospitalized for months. Afterwards, he vowed to never allow it to happen again. He began to research chemicals that could help him suppress his emotions while working. Ples managed to make a tonic that he believed would allow him to be able to switch his emotions on and off, only to drink it and find that it would only turn him into a sociopath with no regard for himself or others. After his parents passed away, he became an accountant and secluded himself away to better control the monster.

Lamont Toucey - A childhood friend of Worth’s who attended the same boarding school he did. His parents spent everything on his education hoping he would become a business man. He did, but not the way they would want him to. After Worth’s breakdown, he hopped alongside of him and traveled the country. Thanks to the doctor who taught Worth, Lamont began to forge his own contacts within the underground world of the supernatural, Vampires becoming his biggest customer. Adelaide became his biggest client, having him move back to London so she may call on him whenever she needs him. Now he has a booming business in the dark underside of London.

Adelaide - No one knows how old she is exactly (do you really expect a real lady to reveal her age?) but it’s speculated that she is easily 1,000 years old. Her past is a complete secret, not even Casimiro or Finnas really know. She is reclusive, but is one of the few vampires apart of the aristocracy in London. Keeps her fingers on the police department to make sure that they don’t interfere with the War too much. Didn’t mean to sire Conrad, merely just wanted a snack and got tired of waiting.

Casimiro and Finas - Big names within the Vampire community, have a long standing feud with Adelaide. Both were sired within decades of each other, Finas being “older” than Casimiro. Neither of them will share their age either, but Casimiro claims to have been apart of an undead pirate crew for half a century before tiring of it. Finas claims no such things, but sometimes speaks of his life before becoming immortal if you catch him at the right time. They are polar opposites, and it is unknown why they stick together. Not normally in London, it is speculated that it is due to fear of Adelaide.

Abner - A man of God plagued with an almost crippling phobia of germs turned hunter of the supernatural. He grew up in an orphanage, feeling the call of God to join the parish, which he did as soon as he made it out of school. During his first few years, seeing human life after human life destroyed by a Vampire, Werewolf, Goblin, or Siren, he prayed one night to ask for guidance. He claims that God spoke to him and told him to take up arms against these foul creatures since the police were bent to the will of a Vampire. By day he is a priest, by night he stalks the streets with his ferret, looking to cleanse the city.

plot/setting notes on an untitled Hanna is Not a Boy's Name steampunk AU

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 21:03:00 -0400

this is just sort of a tepid start, just trying to get the basic idea down, when it comes to me, more will be fleshed out.

canon characters are next!

The AU is set in 1865 London, England
The overarching story is based on Jack the Ripper. A seemingly supernatural being is preying on the lower class. It is looked over until a high society lady is found dead in a gutter, mutilated. Police are baffled, but refuse the help from a paranormal investigator by the name of Hanna Falk Cross.
The stakes are very high; not only is a deprived being murdering innocents, it is causing the lower class to start banding together, to possible rise up against the higher classes in a class war
Mythological creatures such as vampires, werewolves, sirens, faeries, demons, goblins, elves and similar creatures have been living amongst the general population since the 1500’s, only now beginning to get basic rights
Most non-humans are in the low class, half in the middle-class, and few in high society. They are discriminated against by other humans, only the most “human-like” are able to find respectable, steady jobs
Vampires and Werewolves are monitored closely to ensure they do not infect a human, but crafty ones are able to evade detection. Also, both species have been at war with each other for centuries, it is not publicly acknowledged but the police are able to tell if a murder is vampire or werewolf related
Magic is prevalent, usually in the form of runes which is considered safe but dries up easily, or you can get an implant that taps into a power source, which is difficult to master and very dangerous. Example: you can use dark or light magic by tapping into your soul, which can cause irreparable damage to you. You can also tap into a water, fire, electrical, or any sort of elemental source and absorb its power, which lasts you for a while before it runs out and you have to reabsorb it again

for nic because i rabu him u _u and nothing makes people feel better like a joke mpreg fic Your...

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 21:13:00 -0400

for nic because i rabu him u _u

and nothing makes people feel better like a joke mpreg fic

Your name is Dave Strider and you are looking down the barrell of a .45. That .45 being a positive pregnancy test.

Sweat runs down your face, you pull up your cool shade and rub your eyes. No goddamnit, it can’t be true. You knew you should have made Daddy Egbert wear that rubber.

Briefly, you imagine what would happen when you tell him. He would probably make a cake saying ‘I’m sorry I got you mpreg’. You were sure it would taste bittersweet.

Jesus, how was John and Bro going to take this? How are you going to tell them? What was the right way to announce it? ‘Sup guys, I updated Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, also I’m manpregnant by your dad John.’ Yeah that’d go over like Eridan using someone as a stripper pole.

And how should you act? Should you be like those girls on Facebook? Mirror picks of you pulling up your shirt to show how far along you are? Sure it would be cool in an ironic way, but you’re not sure if you were that dedicated to ruining your life over it.

You pace around the bathroom, staring at the piece of plastic that just turned your world on its head. Your phone vibrates on the counter, you swiftly pick it up, gritting your teeth at the sight of the name: Darryl Egbert.

“You fucking asshole.”
“Now, now Dave, that’s no way to greet some—”
“No, don’t give me that elephant-sized, patronizing bullshit Egbert.”
“What’s wrong Dave, did I do something?”
“Damn right you did, I’m pregnant.”

Egbert starts sputtering something incomprehensible. You sit on the toilet, fuming, side glancing the pregnancy test. Over his coughing and wheezing, you explain it all in one long run on sentence about the morning sickness, aches and pains, the positive reading on the test. Darryl has went quiet, obviously contemplating the situation. After a long silence, he speaks,

“What do you want to name it? Can we call it Mpregbert?”
“You’re a sick fuck Darryl.”
You hang up on him.

Your name is Dave Strider and your life has taken an interesting turn.

The Morning After

Sun, 12 Feb 2012 18:00:44 -0500

Your name is Dave Strider and you just woke up from the longest sleep of you entire life. Yesterday was the hardest day of your sixteen year life. You fought an indestructible demon, his army, a batterwitch, and you somehow triumphed over them with the help of some aliens, your friends, and your alternate universe bro and his crew.

It was a well-deserved sleep. As the Hero of Time, you had went through years in a matter of hours, and when you finally relaxed enough to get comfortable, sleep plugged you right between the eyes.

Jade however, came to you in the middle of your slumber, shaking you awake, tears in her eyes. It was obvious she had not slept, nightmares tormenting her. She slide into your bed, curling up close to you like a dog, sobbing into your shoulder.

You didn’t know how to react. You’d never comforted someone while they were crying. You were the cool kid, the one who always had some sweet rhymes ready to beat down whomever happened to doubt your coolness.

Except you weren’t cool, and you were just some stupid kid who had never dealt with this kind of thing before. So, you did your best, awkwardly stroking her hair and shooshing her, telling her it was okay, it was over now. They could move on, make a life for themselves. Be together. You know, that old chestnut.

Eventually she cried herself out, snoozing lightly with her head in the crook of your neck, her breath tickling it.

You fell asleep to the sound of her breathing.

Now you’re awake and she’s still asleep, hair in her face. Looking around, making sure John or that goddamn Karkat wasn’t about to bust in the room, you gently brushed it out of her face.

Your name is Dave Strider, and today is the first day of your new life.

What will you do?

Merrill

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 16:55:17 -0500

Out of Character

Personal: ikana
Name: Kelli
Current/Previous Characters: Commander Shepard and Windswept Questant

In Character

Character Name: Merrill
Series: Dragon Age 2
Brief Biography: Merrill was born into the Alerion clan, which wandered the hills of Nevarra. She was the third child of the clan with magic born to her. Following the next Arlathvenn, the gathering of Dalish clans, she was given to the Sabrae clan to be the First to Keeper Marethari. Merrill can recite all of known elven history and navigate the Fade, but has very little experience with the world or even her own people. Forced to flee north, she must find help for her people, whatever the cost
Five Personality Traits: Naive, intelligent, socially inept, helpful, talkative
Preferred Sign and Village: Virgo; Village of Wisdom

Dance [pkmnmyth drabble]

Sat, 28 Jan 2012 19:22:00 -0500

She moves like water, her dancing slow and effortless as the waves crashed above her. In the murky depths is her haven, a place to escape from the hot sun and scorched earth. How she loved the cool, crisp water flowing around her, as she spun and leaped, causing the waves to move at a faster pace.

The peaceful sea was disrupted by her dance. No sailors were on the sea at this time, so she was free to frolic to her heart’s content. Though if he could see her, he would mock her and tell her to leave the dancing to others.

What an ass, she thought to herself, her movements becoming more violent, surf turning rough.

No one got her blood boiling like he did.

But she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

She danced until her anger abated, the sea calming down. Sailors were boarding ships, no need to endanger them with foolish behavior. Rising up out of the sea, she was an impressive sight.

Time to get to work.

Toolstuck: Hero's God Tier ascension

Sat, 14 Jan 2012 20:43:33 -0500

Your name is Derek, but some call you Hero. You’re no hero though, and you’re not sure why your moirail keeps addressing you as such. Alex is dead, and there’s nothing more for you. You couldn’t save him, granted that it was a complete accident involving a tree, but that didn’t change your mind. You were completely helpless.

You ignore the imps and crude ogres that surround you as you sit on the stone slab with the strange cog symbol on it. You don’t care anymore. Kelli keeps pestering you, now Nic has joined in on it. They’re telling you lies, saying Alex was alive and well, not to worry, and for the love of god to not do anything stupid.

Too late for that as an ogre slices you. You lay back on the bed and watch the light fade away.

Then you’re awake, and wearing some sweet new duds. And Alex is right in front of you smiling, and you start to laugh and kiss him all over.

Kelli: Refuse to die

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 21:06:44 -0500

Your name is Kelli and you’re on the ground bleeding. You know that death is coming judging by the deep cut on your stomach and how fast the blood is gushing out. Imps and Crude Ogres surround you, your glasses are broken leaving you blind and without a way to contact your friends, there’s no way no conceivable way for you to reach your quest bed. It’s not a good idea to try.

Good thing you never listened to good ideas.

You stand up, one hand clutching your stomach, the other your crowbar. Everything is giant black blurs, you feel lightheaded, but you enter the fray regardless.

gijinka stuff pt tres

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 18:40:33 -0500

Name: Quinn

Age: 12

Pokemon: Celebi

Region: Sylva

Position: Court Psychic

Personality: Mischievous and playful, Quinn spends all of his free time playing games and pranks. He can never sit still for very long, unless for the short time in the morning when he’s meditating. He gets visions of future events at any time, always being sure to seek an audience with the Queen afterwards. Quinn is also able to read people very well, almost always seeing their intentions. He can also read minds mostly, but doesn’t use this ability on the Royal Family unless necessary. That is the reason he loves the new Queen so much; she is pure. Because of his strong psychic abilities, he feels like it is his duty to protect Sylva from its enemies.

Bio: Born to a duke and duchess, the court has always been a part of Quinn’s life. At a very young age, his strong psychic powers began to show themselves. The former king was very interested in having Quinn become the Royal Psychic, which happened once he turned eight. He has served the Gracidea family for over five years, now under the rule of Queen Leilani.

Nature: Modest

Ability: Natural Cure

Attacks:

Psychic
Grass Knot
Heal Bell
Calm Mind

Name: Suri

Age: 23

Pokemon: Darkrai

Region: Pratus

Position: Dancer

Bio: Suri was abandoned as a child due to the nightmares she unwillingly causes. She was shipped to orphanage after orphanage, always moving and never living in one place for very long. The only constant in her life was the love for dancing, which she studied and practiced as hard as she could. At the age of seventeen, she was old enough to join the local dance troupe, which travels the kingdom, performing for the commoners. She has even performed for the royal family twice. Now at the age of twenty-three, she is the leader of the troupe.

Personality: Suri has trouble expressing herself. She’s cold and standoffish, always afraid of letting people in or her getting close to someone, in the event they’ll be ripped from her or leave. So she represses everything, which leaves her exhausted and uncaring. She wants to change, but she’s afraid she’s too far gone to. Though she must cause nightmares, she hates it because it always hurts someone and she doesn’t want to hurt people.

Nature: Lonely

Ability: Bad Dreams

Attacks:

Ominous Wind
Hypnosis
Torment
Dream Eater

gijinka stuff pt deux

Fri, 13 Jan 2012 18:32:59 -0500

Name: Kaiden Eaton (goes by Kai)

Age: 26

Personality: First and foremost, Kai is a very, very nosy person. He needs to know everything about everyone and everybody or he is not a happy person. Whenever the mafia commits a crime, Kai always shows up, much to the police’s frustration and chagrin, never leaving unless he has a sufficient statement (even then he has to be all but arrested to get him away from the scene). He has a slight beef with police, but vastly prefers them over the mafias, and is willing to work with them to help solve cases. Though he does not like their methods, and likes keeping them on their toes. Kai is a very talent sleuth, though he has gotten beaten by mafia members and police officers alike for his snooping. Hard headed, never takes no for an answer, fancies himself as a smooth operator. Calls everyone by nicknames.

Bio: Born and raised in the Nexus prefecture, Kai was raised by his single mother along with his younger sister. His father disappeared when Kai was ten. The police chalked it up to his dad “wanting to shirk his duties as a parent” but the circumstances behind his disappearance were suspicious. Kai’s mother never remarried and lived the rest of her life as a heartbroken single parent. His mother was a writer and inspired him to become a journalist. After he graduated from College, his mother passed away.

Kai moved to Miyazaki, joining the newspaper as a crime reporter. Now he spends almost all his time on the clock or on call.

Prefecture: Miyazaki

Occupation: Journalist

Pokemon: Kyogre/382

RP sample: ”Hey officer. Officer. HEY! OFFICER OVER HERE!” Kai knew the police officer was ignoring him on purpose. This was the third time this week Kai had shown up to a crime scene before the detective had arrived. Catching this was complete luck: he had been sitting in his car eating a late night sub when the police scanner mentioned a burglary a block away from his location. Of course Kai couldn’t pass up an opportunity, so he promptly sped over there.

“Come on, you can’t ignore me forever mac!” The office sighed, “Look Eaton, you know I can’t let you back through here or give you any details.”

“Come on, come on, just give me something. I promise I’ll get out of your hair if you just—”
“I said no Eaton. Now get out of here.”

Kaiden Eaton does not take no for an answer. He stayed, despite the evil looks he was getting. Soon the detective showed up. “What the hell are you doing here Eaton?” Normal greeting from the fine officers of the Miyazaki prefecture. “Flying a plane, what the hell does it look like I’m doing?” The detective scowled, “I don’t need your smartass bullshit tonight. This is the fourth call I’m gotten about robberies today.”

Kai grinned, “Give me something to put in the paper and I’ll be gone with the wind.” The other man sighed like the weight of the world was on him, rolling his shoulders and shifting around uncomfortably. Kai knew that the detective knew that he wouldn’t leave until he had something, and that he would make the detective very miserable until he did. ”Fine goddamn it, what do you want.”

Kai whipped out his notebook, “Just tell me what you can sir.”

Name: Knox Ferguson

Age: 36

Personality: Knox is a crabby, hard drinking, chain smoking, pissed off 90% of the time, fiery asshole. Despite being a police officer, Knox has a barely restrained distaste for authority. His reasoning is “those dobbers always take advantage of those beneath their boots.” He wanted to become a police officer to make sure that never happened, and somewhere down deep inside, he wanted to help people in need. Since Knox is almost always pissed off, the best way to placate him is with whiskey or cigarettes, both of which he indulges in at an alarming rate, though it should be mentioned he never comes to work drunk, merely hungover. Knox has little sympathy for people, unless he thinks that they deserve it, which is never happens. He has even less sympathy for criminals, hating the way they think they can lord over people and do as they please. Known to be cocky, loud, rude. Will blow smoke in your face if you ask him to snub out his cigarette.

Bio: Knox was born in Glasgow, Scotland, the youngest of five boys, to an alcoholic father and meek mother. His mother tried her best to give him a good home life, but there was only so much she could do when raising five unruly boys. When he got old enough, Knox joined the Scotland Yard, determined to make a difference. After a few years, he became disillusioned after catching his superiors in abusing their power. After turning them in, he left the force and traveled the world for a few years, before finally ending up in Kyushu. He worked as a bartender in Nexus and played in a band for two years before deciding that he wanted to make sure the police weren’t abusing their power like back home. After a few years, he rose to the rank of Commander.

Prefecture: Kagoshima

Police ranking: Commander/Inspector

Pokemon: Feraligatr #160

RP sample: Busy, busy day. Not like this was new, everyday was busy, especially with all those criminals running around, begging for an ass kicking. And Knox Ferguson was the man to do that.

Except right now when he was buried asshole deep in paperwork. “Let me fuckin’ die” he muttered as he closed one folder and opened another. If there was anything he hated, it was paperwork and its loathsome need for his complete concentration. Knox rather be shot in the foot than spend all day doing this, which unfortunately, he was.

Someone knocked at the door. He leaped up, wrenching the door open, hoping it was something better to do. Nope, just an officer handing him more files. Knox took them and slammed the door in the officer’s face.

He threw on his desk and stared out his window before opening it. “Fuck this” he breathed as he lit up a cigarette.

Character name: Lucille (Lucy) Jean Mallory

Age: 18

Personality: Lucy acts like a hardass, drinks underage, and does some pretty stupid things. In reality, she’s a scared little girl who knows what she’s doing it bad, but does it anyways because she has nowhere else to go and no other way to support or protect herself. The mafia treats her okay, much better than her family ever did, so she will do what she can to help them, despite her dislike for being a criminal. Really, she’s a nice kid, messed up, but nice and is willing to do anything for people. Even strangers.

Her specialty in the mafia is sneaking in places, either stealing, collecting valuable information, or vandalism. Lucy is very good at hiding in the shadows and listening in on people’s conversation.

Bio: Lucy was born to a drug addicted, abusive mother and an absent father. She’s spent her entire life on the streets and no one knows them better than she does. She dropped out of school when she was twelve, running away from home. Lucy was homeless until she was seventeen, when she joined the mafia because she felt she had no place better to go.

Mafia clan: Grande Forza Di Puime

Mafia rank: Soldier

Pokemon: Vullaby #629

RP sample: ”Aye get out of here kid!” the store owner yelled at her. Lucy knew when to get the hell out of dodge, and this was one of those moments. She had been visiting her old neighborhood, perusing old shops she use to steal from when she was barely twelve. It’d been a long time, but she was sure that the store owners would be long gone or that they would have forgotten by now. Obviously, this guy hadn’t forgotten.

He grabbed her arms, “What the hell are you doing here punk? Get your stealin’ ass out of here.” He strong armed her out of the door and pushed her to the ground, where she landed with a groan. “And stay out!” the man went back in, slamming the door behind him. Lucy got up slowly, brushing the dust from the street off of her. Well then, she huffed to herself, before moving on.

Lord English drabble

Sun, 08 Jan 2012 14:28:58 -0500

This is him talking to The Handmaid

“You’ve served me well girl” His voice was deep and rough, like he had been smoking for centuries, which he has, but for quite a bit of time. Smoke blow out, it’s blue grey filling the small space between them.

“You’ve caused nothing but chaos and grief in that forsaken little society,” a low, rolling chuckle escaped his fanged mouth. A puff of the cigar was taken, “taking those whose lives were ripe for it.” He grabbed her face with one clawed hand, bringing it closer to his.

“Yes, you’ve done everything I’ve asked, now you must do one last thing before I…release you from your service.” His flashing eyes raised to the sky, the girl’s following. A red starship hovered overhead.

“Fight her, but don’t make it easy on her Handmaid…I’d like to have dinner and a show.”

Kasumi loves Varric's voice (crossover) [for Nic]

Tue, 03 Jan 2012 19:58:00 -0500

Fun fact: Varric and Keiji, Kasumi’s dead lover, share the same voice actor. I thought it would be a good fic premise to write about how Kasumi liked it when Varric talked, but not necessarily what he said.

She loved his voice.

The word love is never thrown around casually by the thief. In fact, she think the last time she had ever said it to someone with any meaning was Shepard, explaining to get about Keiji, and their relationship.

Ah Keiji, how he was still at the center of everything, even in death.

After meeting the swarthy dwarf, she hadn’t picked up on it, not immediately. Sometime, even more drinks, passed when it started sounding familiar to her. It didn’t hit home until she watched Keiji’s greybox. Then it came to her.

Beneath the roughness from excessive drink, there was Keiji’s voice as plain as day. At first she refused to believe it, trying her best to push it out of her mind. But the next time they met, she could feel it when he spoke of his adventures, when he laughed and when he sighed, when he cursed, when he said her name.

It was funny, how you could just develop feelings for a voice. Now she insisted that he tell her his stories, herself never divulging much. Good thing he didn’t mind, she could tell he loved the sound of his own voice. Who could blame him? Not she.

When ever he bored of speaking of one subject, he was question her about her past, not that she had ever been willing to talk about it. He wanted to know what had led her to being a thief (it was fun), why she didn’t discuss family (what family?), and if she had a tragic past (had that in spades).

She will tell him about Keiji and how his voice sounds so much like her dead lover’s. Not now, not if it would scare him off. She needed to hear it, more than anything else. Kasumi would tell Varric, that she swore, but for now, she would enjoy it for as long as she could.

Kasumi and Varric meet for a drink (crossover) [for Nic]

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 21:08:51 -0500

Life for Kasumi Goto had always been strange. Not like she could openly complain, things could be so much worse. But since meeting a short man from seemingly another time, life had taken a much more peculiar turn.

She happened upon him while he had found himself in a rather tight spot with some nasty Krogan Blood Pack mercenaries. She became visible and helped him out. While the Krogan laid died, he introduced himself as Varric, a dwarf from Kirkwall. She had never heard of Kirkwall but considering how fascinated by her omni-tool and how he clutched his crude looking crossbow, she could hardly doubt him.

Now they meet every now and again for drinks.

“Get the lady whatever she wants barkeep.”
“Varric, don’t indulge me. I’ll end up spelling my secrets. Why don’t you tell me a story about this Hawke woman.”
“Shadow, you know your stories are much more interesting than mine.”

He called you Shadow. It seemed he enjoyed nicknaming people. Varric talked frequently about someone named Hawke and how she was quite the warrior. Kasumi often mentioned Shepard and his suicide mission. They were impressed by the others leader, jokingly talking about how one was better than the other.

She loved his stories, they were quite funny, though he would never talk about Bianca, his crossbow, and refused to let you touch it, smacking your hands away. Kasumi respected him enough to not outright steal the weapon.

They shot the breeze some more, preparing to depart the bar when some more Blood Packs showed up, bent on avenging their fallen brethren. It was time for a fight.

“Hey Shadow, hope that hood isn’t blocking your view that much.”
“If you want to worry about someone’s view, I can get you a step-ladder.”
“…Touche.”

Ikana backstory for Lenny

Sun, 25 Dec 2011 22:01:30 -0500

The history of the kingdom of Ikana is sordid and drenched in the blood of their enemies and even their own people. It would be too long and complicated to recite the entire story, so let’s start at the beginning of the end.

Centuries before Clock Town was erected, the Ikanan kingdom was spread far across Termina. A cruel, evil tyrant named Majora ruled over the land, his blood thirst was a thing of legend. After half a century of ruling, the tyrant was in failing death. Fearing what the great beyond had in store for him, he had his court sorcerers work tirelessly around the clock to come up with a way to preserve his soul for all eternity.

Weeks passed. The sorcerers worked closely with the composer brothers Flat and Sharp to come up with a melody that would preserve the tyrant’s soul inside a mask. With good timing too, as the tyrant was near death. Beside his death bed, they performed a song they named the Song of Healing. Majora’s body disappeared, leaving only a sinister mask behind.

The sorcerer’s told Majora’s heir, that he must sacrifice one child every month to keep the power in check. Sacrifices were a normal part of Ikanan life, but they were normally monks willing to go, older people, or prisoners of war. The thought of sending a child to its death made his stomach turn, and after each sacrifice, the mask would start exuding a deep, sickening throbbing you could feel in throughout your entire body, but he completed his task every month.

Until ten years later.

The boy sent up for sacrifice had red hair and a smile that never went away. Even as the flames ate at his bones, his smile never faded, only grew wider as each minute passed. The king looked at the mask, and it seemed to be staring at the boy.

This unnerved the king enough to banish the mask to the Stone Temple Tower, where it was to be sealed away forever. The king forbade any to ever open it, sensing the power and destruction it would bring if left out in the open.

Generations passed, the king died, and new ones took his place. The Ikanan kingdom went to war with the Garos under the rule of a new king, Igos du Ikana. The war was long and bloody; men, woman, and children killed indiscriminately on both sides.

Ikana was losing, and Igos could see this. He decided to wake the slumbering evil in the Tower, to use against the Garos. When he and his two body guards opened the chamber. Igos put on the mask, and blacked out. When he came to, his kingdom had been wiped out, save for him. Realizing what must have happened, he put the mask back where it was slumbering, but it was too late.

The land was cursed.

Igos died that very same day.

It is said that you can hear his moans at night, coming from the ancient, crumbling castle that was once a shining palace of opulence. Rumors has it that you can also see the dead of Ikana roam around in the graveyard and in the canyon itself, along with Garo ghosts who still spy on Ikana to this very day.

There’s also another tale. A tale of a red haired man who’s always smiling, and the masks he seeks out.

Humanstuck Aradia and Tavros become friends for Nephew

Sun, 25 Dec 2011 22:00:43 -0500

Your name is Alanna Morgan and you are dreading the first day of sixth grade. Thanks to you obsession with death and spooky demeanor, you successfully both terrified and alienated yourself from your peers. You use to be a favorite of bullies, but after “casting a spell” on one of them, they have left you alone, fearing what you would do next.

Idiots.

To be honestly, you prefer to be alone then spend time with any of the shallow simpletons that seem to make up your entire age group. So when the day started, you weren’t surprised that when you sat down, everyone that was near you got up and moved away.

It was going to be a long day.

When it got around lunch time, you were the last one to make it to your locker to put your things away. You would be mad about it if you could feel anything at all really. But it was fortunate that you did, because you wouldn’t have met your future best friend.

“H-hey give that back please.”
“Ahahah, as if loser, maybe you should get up and get it yourself”

A boy in a wheelchair is being tease by a group of douchebag jocks. The boy looks close to tears, “C-c-come on, I uh need that for class. Please.” The other boys began to laugh, and begin laughing even harder when the wheelchair bound boy’s tears flowed over and ran down his cheeks.

For the first time in what feels like years, you are angry. “Leave him alone you assholes.” The jocks, still laughing, turned towards her, “Oh, if it isn’t the death fangirl. What are you gonna do, cast a ‘spell’ on us, AHAHAHA.”

You roll your eyes into you head and begin chanting, “Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!“ The jocks look at each other and scream, running as fast as they can, “THE DEATH FANGIRLIS CASTING A SPELL ON US, HELP HELP.”

Your eyes return to normal. You cast a look over at the boy, who was trembling, wiping away the tears, “Are you okay?” “Y-yeah,” he answers, “just a little, uhm, shaken up.” Nodding, you pick up his books and place it in his lap. Then you turn to leave, but you stop when he calls out to you, “Hey!” The boy wheels up to you, face red, “Uhm…do you mind if I…you know….I’m new here.” he finished weakly.

You almost smile, “That’s okay. My name is Alanna.” “It’s, uh, nice to meet you Alanna, my name is Travis.”

He follows you to the lunchroom, talking about his favorite game, Pokemon, which is one of the few things left that you enjoy. Little did either of you know that this would be the start of a family bond that neither of you had experienced in a long time.

Toolstuck God Tier Ascension for Ric

Sun, 25 Dec 2011 21:59:24 -0500

Your name is Ric and you are dying. Honestly you’re a little disappointed. You expected death to have a bigger fanfare rather than the simple slipping out of existence.

The Black Queen had seemingly came out of nowhere. You don’t know why she had left the comfort of her castle, but when she saw you on Skaia, she attacked. The fact you had managed to get to the Land of Night and Mercury is stunning, considering the amount of blood you were losing.

When you made it there, you managed to get in contact with Nic, who along with Papa, got to you as fast as they could. But they knew it was too late and you were fading fast. Everything was blurry and words were filtering in, sounding muffled. Every part of you body hurt and screamed for relief. Dimly you were aware of the both of them getting your to your feet, dragging you some place.

Nic was yelling, not at you, but talking loud and fast to Alex through his sunglasses computer. Something about a quest bed. Your eyes droop and you don’t know how much longer you can remain conscious. Papa shakes you, begging you to stay with them and to please, please not close your eyes. You try because she sounds so upset, but it’s a losing battle.

Your vision starts to tunnel when you arrive at a platform with the Hero of Life’s symbol on it. You’re dumped onto it with Nic cussing at you to hurry up and Papa shaking uncontrollably. You hadn’t realized how tired you were. You close your eyes and let the darkness take you.

Suddenly you’re AWAKE and you feel so good. You’re on Derse and your sweet purple pajamas have changed into brown pajamas with a hood and regal looking shoulder pads. You realize that you have reached God Tier like Alex and are now the Prince of Life. That feels pretty good.

You fly back to the Land of Night and Mercury, finding Papa and Nic again, who were both sitting there staring up at you in awe.

“…’sup”

Gangsterstuck Clubs Deuce/Ms. Paint for Papa

Sun, 25 Dec 2011 21:58:00 -0500

Your name is Clubs Deuce and tonight you are watching the prettiest lady in the entire world, Ms. Paint, sing to you. Well it’s not to you, but to the whole bar. But you’re in the front and she keeps looking at you and smiling, making your heart and stomach feel weird, so you like to pretend it’s you.

Since you and the Midnight Crew had been coming to this bar, you’ve fallen into “puppy love” as Boxacars put it, causing Slick to pull a disgusted face. Droog just kept reading his paper. Aradia and Tavros thought it was cute, Karkat loudly complained that he couldn’t care less, and Sollux said “That’s cool.” So you take it as a blessing.

Every Friday and Saturday night, you go to the bar, right in front of the piano and watch her sing. She’s very talented, and as the others file into the back to drink, schmooze with women, and play cards, you’re always right there, paying attention to her when it seems like no one else is

Boxcars has been teaching you how to romance the ladies. You can’t be 100% sure if it’s working, but it always seems to work for him, especially in landing that pretty police lady. Unfortunately for you, his instructions were kind of complicated and long, you stopped paying attention halfway through, now you can’t remember any of it.

So you’re gonna wing it and hope that works.

She finishes her set, and goes outside for a quick break away from everyone. Gathering up all the courage you can muster, you follow her outside, Boxcar is shouting at you, slightly tipsy, “GO GET SOME DEUCES WHOOOOO.” You blush and wave at him before walking outside. Ms. Paint is leaned against the wall, her eyes closed. “Uhm…Ms. Paint,” she jumps startled, “Goodness Deuce you scared me.” “I didn’t mean to scare you! And I hate to bother you while you’re on break but I was wondering if I could as you something.”

“Sure Deuce go ahead.” She said, a small smile on her face. “Gosh how am I supposed to ask, Boxcars told me how to but golly I can’t remember.” Uh…something about going out together I don’t….” She blushed, “Deuce, are you trying to ask me out on a date?” You scratched chin but it dawned on you when she said it, “Yeah that was it! So uh…you wanna go out on a date?”

She paused for a moment, “I’d really like that Deuce. How about next Thursday around 7pm?” You nodded and smiled, “Golly that sounds good to me Ms. Paint!” She leaned over to him, kissing his cheek, “Please Deuce, call me Penelope.” and walked back inside.

You stood there for a few minutes in awe before heading back inside to watch the second part of her set. During it, you could have sworn she was looking at you more, smiling and singing as beautiful as she ever has.