Aug 14, 2022
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@deciphertheriddler and cryptoham
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Continued from here @deciphertheriddler
"Wha- no!"
"I just wanted you to stop- you know what. Nevermind. This took a weird turn and I'm gonna hit the breaks before it gets even weirder."
“Yes, he is a very attractive man but I don’t want to hear about how much people want to fuck him.”
@deciphertheriddler said:
"Are you available for paid work? Like, if I paid you to do a security job... Would you do it?"
"Security-huhn?"
Foxglove blinks. Once, twice, three times. She ponders, resting her chin on her knuckles. It was something she was mulling over recently, if she'd be comfortable enough for such a thing. The thing that made her decide was the fact that she wasn't getting paid for a crime. Security detail. Fucking security detail. She grins a little bit, oddly sheepish, and nods.
"Yeah, yeah, I can do that. I'm gonna need like... a list of things t'look out for, an' stuff like that." There's a pause, before her face drops. "It... Is it fer yer weddin', or...?"
....I don't suppose you two are going to be any more helpful at clarifying any of that
Ref. This and This
"We've slept with Eddie. He's a real blanket hog- though not as much as Data- and we really need to upgrade some beds just to deal with how much Nina moves around in her sleep. I love this woman more than life and undeath itself, but she will kick me in bed."
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Hello! I have been following your posts for the past ??? days, and have come to the conclusion you do not deserve to have Hikari on your island. She is my comfort character and seeing her in an environment not meant for her brings me anxiety, so I will be expecting a reply to this ASK when you have her in boxes and ready to relinquish her to someone who will treasure her like she deserves.
There she is. God’s Favorite Princess, The Judge’s Daughter, The Champion of the motherflippin’ Cosmos! Arms crossed beneath her generous bust, foot tapping rhythms into the concrete that only the Universe could comprehend, and gazing into the eyes... all four of them... of one (1) Edward Nashton.
Heart-framed J.F. Rey shades are lifted, the crimson glow of her eyes fades slowly, quietly, into a soft, warm brown... and the BIG bubble of gum she was blowing is popped. Time for a verdict.
“So. You’re marrying my kid sister, eh?” Though flavored as a question, it is most certainly not.
@deciphertheriddler || VETTING FOR THE FUTURE!
@deciphertheriddler {cont'd} "Shhhhhhhhh." It seemed like he wanted it to be soothing, but his maniac smile broke the image. "It's ok." He whispered, coming closer and touching Blaize's hair with something close to adoration. "I wont tell anyone. You're safe. You're great, so, so great. You can do so much. Did you know that?" He giggled to himself. "That is wonderful news, actually! Blue Lantern." He shakes his head, almost like he can't believe himself.
The dawning horror struck Blaize like a slap to the face, that he knew. That he'd figured it out. But his tone didn't quite... match his face, so to speak. Everything about him didn't match. Nothing seemed to make sense... his expression, his tone, his body language... he was clearly overjoyed to have figured her secret, to have the power to expose her for who she really is–
The next thing she felt was his hand caressing her hair. Long, fluffy locks of chestnut brown, cascading over her left shoulder in delicate waves, that she put an inordinate amount of care into. It was the one part of herself that she well and truly cherished, that no one was allowed to encroach upon without complete, express permission to do so. And in that moment, her gaze hardened, and her hand snapped up to meet his, gripping his wrist like a vice.
💙;; "Nobody. Nobody can know." Her voice was kept steely cold, before her grip tightened just slightly. Just barely enough to pinch in pain. "And nobody. Touches. My hair."
With her intent expressed, she released him – and she fixed him with a gaze of scrutiny, uncertainty. Caution.
💙;; "...why are you so excited about this? What's your angle?"