#asteroidblacksmith

You find yourself with a lump stuck in your throat, a sane man would place his vision on the foolery of having one too many martinis behind the bar. But not Gunner. You simply stand with wide blue eyes and an agape mouth as you look upon a man whom you can swear in your deepest dreams, you've seen before.

                 And it's true, you'd most definitely seen him before.

Unlike others who've simply fleeted from your brain shortly after meeting them, this man bares a striking appearance. The look of someone only you'd always know, always recognize. The look of your younger self. With short blonde hair, tanned skin and a beautiful body this man looks none other than like a reflection of you, old man. When you were a kid. Twenty, late twenties maybe.

Stumbling forward, beer on your shoes, a wide grin across your face you pull yourself up next to the man at the bar. The stools are sticky with drinks and the patrons are staring at the uncanny pair as you slam a fist down onto the near-rotting bar and order a drink for you and the unknown figure.

Your surroundings consist of drunken bikers and willing young ladies, a musky smell of smoke and booze pollutes the air as the juke box barely rattles out a tune from the 1960s.

Plonking yourself next to him, you lean forward.

Send me a ϟ I will generate a number 1-35 to see what my muse will say to yours. Mix of angst, fluff, flirty, funny, etc.  Number: 2

To Ramón, the problem with learning how to deal with the bouts of thinking he was still in the Vortex was that over time they began to unevenly space out, and as always were unpredictable. As soon as he got over one, there would be enough of a time distance from that one to the next where he would forget about them and think they were gone for good.

And as he would learn, the bouts could happen when he was dreaming, too.

Subconsciously, the former Shopkeeper realized the signs for this particular type of attack—-rolling away from the other body in the bed, feeling pain that wasn’t really there and shouldn’t be there, vivid and very realistic images of things happening in both the Vortex and the Horror’s base—-but couldn’t realize them consciously.

Kind of a long story. It starts with a story that may or may not still be on my fictionpress account, which is where I came up with the name Alix Cohen, and an organization that was a lot like the a Time Agency/Torchwood (which I'd never heard of before.) I took the idea and sexed it up in my Yaoi Agents series of Hetalia fanfiction; there, I had the idea for three-person teams of all different nationalities who slept with each other and anyone else they had the opportunity to.

By the time I decided to do Tumblr roleplay, I'd decided to create a character I could get away with indulging my nsfw fantasies with. The Time Agency was sort of the ideal setting for that, and I gave Alix the name of the first character like her that I'd created. Dav and Anji came from a couple of threads with myukito (who has been on hiatus for over a year now, and to whom I am infinitely grateful). Dav was originally just the guy who lived down the hall who Alix had slept with the night before she met Yukito; then I made him part of the team and created Anji as someone to pair Dav with and to round out the team.