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@atreasuredlove
I need to pick up threads here and with my grumpblond. >x>Ā
Whenever Iām done having feelings on eight levels.Ā
Reminder, self: do the thing.Ā
empyreantantamount replied to your post:empyreantantamount replied to your...
Hakkai assuring her itās normal..
she gets used to it as he gets used to her pillow habits--
It wouldn't have been difficult to miss; she'd blacked out from the shock of pain, blood-loss would have left her pulse faint, and if he'd been trembling or panicked he'd never be able to find her pulse like that, never would've been able to find anything all because of how overwhelming the experience had been. She'd never blame him for that. She'd wanted to disappear. If anything, he'd respected that in some twisted, backwards way, however far from intentional. And now, all of those memories she thought she'd managed to tuck away rushed at her. The terror, pain, the sickness, the shame, the anger and desperation and panic until she reached that understanding with herself. The guilt of trying to take her life right before him. All of it, all at once, seeking to bury her again. It fought with her. She tried to purge it as it clawed at her from the inside, a frozen pit sampled from her own personal Hell. Her shawl became her guilt, draping around her shoulders and weighing her down. Fingers threaded through her hair to keep it back and away from her face. God, she didn't deserve to even see him again, much less... Was it punishment? It had to be. But she needed... She needed to face him. A blessing and a curse. ...Oh, God. Her stomach threatened to defy her again as something reached through the shroud that'd nearly consumed her. The Sanzo's companions were demons. "Hakkai" was... There was nothing left to give, but still she tried. Genjyo reached for his pack of cigarettes. "Hakkai." Don't slip. Not that the Sanzo figured that was an easy thing to accomplish, but he wasn't up for dealing with two people losing their shit in his goddamned room. "We all are." We've all screwed up, sometimes monumentally. "Doesn't mean stay down when we fall on our asses, does it."
empyreantantamount replied to your post:empyreantantamount replied to your photo:Well...
asdfg SHEāLL GET USED TO IT.
Eventually! For now: teasing because they're ridiculous.
Take two. '^' Now with less "the fuck am I doing" and more playing with SAI tools. Sketchy lines because I forgot to up the density on my pen for the first 40% and said "fuck it" after that.
Redoing this as an actual thing, just another time.
empyreantantamount replied to your photo:Well apparently it doesnāt want to put it in the...
whatās that face for pretty lady
There are probably boys bickering and being dumb.
Well apparently it doesnāt want to put it in the right direction, but. Hi, have a Kanan. How do I draw ladies, again?
edit: I really need to pull up hair refs when I don't really remember how they work. '-'
empyreantantamount replied to your post:"Hello, RP? I would like to order an undying or...
accurate
and now i want actual pizza
Yeah, well... Too bad. She pulled at fabric, fidgeting, barely acknowledging the nonverbal exchange going on, couldn't even feel the unease or uncertainty in the air anymore as zeroed in as her senses were on her own distress. She hadn't... Kanan hadn't expected for this to ever happen. She'd almost determined the idea to be some impossibility she'd never need to face, as much as she wanted to. To face what she'd done and the damage left behind and the guilt buried in that scar on her belly. Was it even really happening? Lips still pressed into that tight smile, she ducked her head slightly; she didn't know. They'd told her, again when she wasn't delirious from pain and panic, but it'd all sounded so preposterous. Just as impossible as this. ...She really did feel sick. "I almost did it." Said she'd missed her vital organs, somehow. God, but she'd wanted to cease to be. "They said they burned the whole place down, later." Looking up was a mistake. It took one more breath for everything to crash past that filter of dim, almost mechanical acknowledgement--seeing him was much harder to push away than simply hearing him (because he sounded the same, and she could pretend, but he looked... different, somehow; shaped by time and experience and not exactly the face in her memories, any longer). The tension surged from her lower back up between her shoulders and raced over and down her chest to freeze her gut further, and it was that which had her out of her ordered seat, eyes wide and a hand clapped over her mouth, watering like the sour feeling was about to leap from her stomach. Too much. Too much all at once. There was a flood in her head and her chest, but it was too tight to keep it, or maybe that was just the anxiety as it burned at her lungs. Churned behind her scar. Genjyo had intended to play passive observer and mediator only if absolutely necessary, not really trusting this to go all that well (understandably), but-- "Back, left." He'd really rather not have to deal with vomit in the middle of the floor. After a moment of fumbling with the door, Kanan disappeared beyond it, all but slamming it shut behind her. The Sanzo regarded Hakkai evenly, expression hardly forthcoming but nearing stern. Waiting, just to see just how the younger man reacted before opting to say anything to him.
"Hello, RP? I would like to order an undying or immortal love with a side of emotional roller coaster, taboo, violence, and porn."
empyreantantamount replied to your post:ā¦Iām tempted to re-read Serendipity but feelings. ...
I think we have like, one thing that is for fun and the rest is different kinda feels.
Yeah... yeah...
...I'm tempted to re-read Serendipity but feelings.
I am also having this problem with Reclamation, but I still have to answer that in addition to feelings.
And I just misread the time as 2:94 instead of 2:04.
He'd be pissy and irritable because it was aggravatingly stupid for any of them to wander off on their own. Usually to accomplish stupid things, too. And excuse you, monkey. But no, don't tell the monkey that. The Sanzo would have needed to kick Goku out of the room to get him to quit being so damned pleased with that kind of thing. He was about to kick Goku out of the room, anyway, if he kept being such a little shit about perfectly reasonable questions. The cigarette pack only worked slightly in his favour--which he caught, thank you very much. Genjyo meant to prod her just a bit more for her family name (he had his suspicions), but Goku's sudden behaviour almost answered for him. He refit his assessment; she resembled Hakkai to a remarkable degree without actually looking like him, which was why she'd bothered him, initially. Which meant he'd been on the right track, and quite possibly been correct. Somehow. But her eyes weren't yellow and Hazel was gods knew where at the time, anyway. Which meant something damned miraculous had to have happened between the slaughter and the place being burnt to the ground. Kanan, for her part, was more than a little confused by the look Goku was giving her. For a moment, she thought the Sanzo must have been giving her something similar, but he'd apparently turned his focus back onto his paper. What? What was going on? She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying not to let the sudden atmosphere shift get to her. And nearly dropped her things a moment later. "Sit down." Kanan stared at the monk, bemused, as she tried to gather herself. 'Sit down'? He didn't even bother to look at her, just calmly folded his newspaper to set aside. Afterwards, reading glasses halfway down his nose, he turned his attention onto her properly, impassively, watching. "Well?" She didn't even hear the other exchange (like white noise or static, because that voice couldn't be) but did as told and set her things aside, trying not to draw attention to herself. Which, unfortunately, seemed to be fairly impossible once that voice came in. Her face burned, her eyes stung, and her gut went cold; she felt sick. Genjyo lifted his teacup to peer into its remains. "Goku, go ask the kitchen for another pot of tea and a pitcher of water." Stupid monkey did nothing wrong, but the whole thing was damned unlikely. If it'd been the Sanzo or Gojyo, they wouldn't be in this position, no. If it'd been Hakkai, it probably would've been a scene. Goku'd been the right person to find her, if it had to be anyone, as awkward as this was going to get. And it was going to get pretty awkward, judging by the way Kanan fisted her skirts. Her knuckles went white as Hakkai stared, called her name. She answered mutely with a nod. A moment later, she smiled--unsure, guilty, helpless--and her voice came out paper-thin and just as sturdy. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
This is Bryan and I standing around sniggering over how he have to embroider āASSā onto an order of several (blue) hand towels. Her name being āAnna Sacksā is making it worse.
We had to go tell Micheal and Frank.
ā¦do not buy shit from us we read the personal messages you put in your box and make fun of unfortunate initial combinations
Well then.
...yeah no i'm stuck monkey buttwiggle--
daschquitpostingtotumblranddoyourshit
unless it's my posts >n> you can post to tumblr then
atreasuredlove said: monkeys are always cheeky uxu
It is true
and depending where you look, this either means anxious fretting and whining or open annoyance and possible aggression.
No, it meant that the idiot trio were useful and wouldn't die easily. ...Maybe on a level he'd never admit to it was synonymous with "friend". In another universe. He'd plea the fifth with regards to that status, though. Or, well, the equivalent thereof. That was much harder to deny. As for Kanan? It wasn't so much that he'd been too forward as she just wasn't used to this kind of... clicking? Was that the right word? Connecting just on basis of personality and a bit of conversation. She'd gotten along with most everyone she'd had to spend time around, but this? Felt a little more solid. The truth of it was that she'd just end up going in circles on the matter for a while before she sat down and really looked at it. She'd worry about how she should and shouldn't be handling it all, later. Her impulsive nature had been rather quelled by previous events, and she felt the pang of anxiety lingering under her thoughts. But for now, Kanan decided she'd just enjoy the company. Even if that company amounted currently to a sunny teenager and a very pretty but very sour blond man. The way they went back and forth might've made her question things a little, if not for how Goku'd spoken about the Sanzo, earlier. This was just their dynamic, she guessed; barbs and teasing and everything hidden. Well, a Sanzo was meant to be a holy man, so that might've been part of it, mightn't it? Not that what she'd heard of Genjyo Sanzo was particularly holy. Just a person, like everyone else. She decided he was probably just shy about that kind of thing. The Sanzo didn't bother responding to Goku's question regarding Gojyo's behaviour; nothing excused stupidity, though things were certainly easier when the redhead behaved. He arched a brow when Goku suddenly seemed to pause and turn his focus to Kanan, and settled back in his seat some. Honestly. Kanan started to open her mouth, only for Goku to make his point; the look on the monk's face didn't indicate that he cared altogether much about that fact, though. This kind of exchange went so naturally for them! Shifting her weight a bit, the woman stifled her laughter this time. Had they been married in another life? Rather than remark on that, however, she chose to simply give her name. "Kanan." The Sanzo exhaled smoke upon hearing it, and he turned his focus to the ashtray as he stubbed out the remains of the cigarette. Is that so? "No family name?" Normally, he didn't care. He didn't really care about a lot of things, or that's what he put on. But this was for confirmation.
ā¦I have so much gay to dig through to find the threads for Kanan.
#staaaaaaaaaares
is that a hint
http://empyreantantamount.tumblr.com/post/103574798023
http://empyreantantamount.tumblr.com/post/102150048238
oh well that works--
it wasn't meant to be a hint but that works.