#epilcgue

ok for slayer and vega

1. What are things they both find funny?

the will both laugh their asses off at inky hassling hayden

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?

local man declares his AI lover “he’s a cool guy”. vega waxes poetry and is really sappy.  “Stronger than any other, yet softer than one could imagine.” he doesn’t even care if its cringe

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

slayer would say vega is very caring and thoughtful. vega would say the slayer is very strong-willed and determined

4. What would be their ship name?

ain’t it doomvega

5. What activities do they enjoy together?

slayer likes reading with vega and inky curled up with him so they’re all one big warm mass. vega likes tinkering with things with the others’ company with him

6. What is/are their love language(s)?

slayer is very touchy-feely: he’ll hug a lot, hold vega a lot, just drape his arms round his shoulders, all the stuff like that. vega likes to give little things to show his affection

7. Write a ~300 word love scene for them. 

The Slayer’s arms are otherwise occupied, leaving him to Vega’s whim. He approaches swiftly, closing in on the Slayer before the man could even think about setting down his precious cargo. Inky chitters at him just before he reaches to wrap his arms around the man’s thick neck, keeping Inky in mind so as to not squish her.

 “You’re a fool, you know that?” Vega scolds sarcastically. He tucks his chin into the crook of the marine’s neck, content to stand with him for a while. Inky quickly objects, wriggling in the Slayer’s arms. Slayer loosens his arms, allowing her to scrabble up onto his broad shoulder to perch. His arms, in turn, wrap around Vega’s own slender body. After a moment, Vega pulls back, looking into piercing eyes. The Slayer locks his gaze with Vega’s, relaxed and content. 

Now’s his chance.

Swiftly, he untucks from his spot, straightening his struts to stand taller than the other. The Slayer has to look up slightly at him now, he notices.  He tilts his head quizzically at Vega’s actions. Inky leans forward to sniff his faceplates, almost losing her balance, keeping her spot only thanks to the Slayer’s quick reflexes.

Leaning in, careful to calculate proximity so he doesn’t ruin the moment and completely knock heads with the Slayer, he acts. Gently, his faceplates touch against the Slayer’s forehead, just beneath ruffled bangs. He holds his spot for a pause to let the gesture sink in. When he finally does pull back, the Slayer’s face is awestruck.

“I believe my turn for initiating one of these kisses was due,” he purrs. “So, I did.”

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

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Gaster couldn’t help but lean in close to this strange fellow, a disembodied hand gently grasping the other’s chin and lifting it up so that he could examine them more closely, his dark sockets twinkling with sheer curiosity.

Sid had experienced broken bones before. The sudden snap and the immediate pain flooding up his arm or leg. Normally he welcomed the healing warmth of the cloak, the feeling of everything setting back together. But at this moment, sobbing and begging through the tape round wound his mouth, the mage wished it would just stop.

He begs, near screaming as flynn once again comes closer with that vice. He'd lost track of how many times it had been used. First came the fitting, as the doom slayer positioned it, attaching the chair and the mages arm. Next came the struggle, sid pulling and yanking and the bonds keeping his arm still. Next and finally came the slow build up.

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Was she now using a pair scissors to cut a piece of paper up while trying to say, “rip and tear” as seriously as possible? Yes, yes, she was. 

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“A pity, that you can’t see the truth. I suppose... you’ll have to burn for it.”

(( God, I hate to admit it, but RWBY is one of my guilty pleasures. The show is... something, but I always latch on to the “old ancient beings that hold deep grudges,” and Salem is no different. I absolutely adored her story with Ozma in volume six, and the tragedy is always something I can get behind. Especially the bitterness. 

▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset //awakening flynn.. gotta support his boy

It had been a few days in the fortress since Sid’s return to Flynn’s world. The mage had been given a place to sleep very early on, and for the time up to this moment everything had gone well. The bed had been pleasant the room had even almost reminded him of his old home before all the mess.

However tonight had been an issue. Nightmares had plagued the mage the whole night. Visions of his family leaving, sam dying, and a million other reminders of how desolately lonely the mage actually was. Eventually they woke sid, the mage stumbling around the room unsure of where or even when he was. All he could remember is that he was scared and alone.

At least until he had heard the bootsteps. Still groggy and wrapped in the cloak of sleep memories and time disnt quite make sense. All that made sense was he was scared and his dad was outside of his room just like he always was when he left for work in the morning.

Which is why sid had slammed into flynn, hugged him as tightly as his possibly could and spoken words he wasnt sure hed be able to explain away. "Dad please, you dont have to go yet. Please you can be late dont leave me."

It wasnt until he looked up into flynns face that everything slammed into the mage. How far he was from home. How long it had been since hed seen his dad. How much he missed everyone.

Do I Follow Them?:  Definitely

Why Did I Follow Them?: I actually do not for the life of me remember, but I am so fucking glad I did

Do We Role Play?:  Yes, on here, on discord just yes

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: At every available opportunity. The second you have the energy throw artyom at me.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Flynn and Sid Where Flynn is the kid just figuring out what he is (Like he goes through a lot of the defining stuff as a kid, god machine and all) And sid is the qualified adult trying to keep him safe. {You know after torturing him}

A Song For Our Muses: Mad World By Unsecret

Do I Ship Our Muses?: I refrain from comment

What I Think About The Mun: Ken Need to move their ass out west. Right now.

Overall Opinion: One of my favourite people on this hell site period

You have breathed so much life into the characters you play. Each and everyone of them have a lifelike quality separate to their source that you've slipped in and I love it.

My biggest pey peeve to be honest is lack of communication. Like trying to set up a thread and getting ghosted. Or sending in asks and getting nothing in return. Especially if they dont just softblock you. I haven't had to deal with it here but I did in a few old fandoms.

I used to feel worried that they couldnt do multiple characters well on a single blog. But You and charger and abraxas have changed my opinion so much. The three of you have been basically the most fun I've had on this blog so far and I am so glad I've met y'all.