Oh Deer, My Deer

Benjamin Buckingham || Goat Farmer || Second Ring

[cassandrajean]

IS IT CHRISTMAS YET?!

[Cupid]

[oh-porcupines]

outtherequasi‌:

Quasi had indeed heard the news–it was almost impossible not to when it was being blasted everywhere you went. The only problem was…Quasi had no idea what it meant. Reading could only teach him so much. He was able to garner bits and pieces about the worlds talked about in his stories but…were they really a separate world from this?

When he was approached, he jolted slightly, looking around. Once he realized there was no one else being talked to, he responded. “Ah…I-I don’t know…h-honestly…” And for once he wasn’t lying.

Benji couldn’t help but give a slight pout. Not because of Quasi’s reply, but that he had seemed to startle the quiet man. “Oh, um... Hi, sorry for bothering you,” He smiled, trying to be friendly. He was about as intimidating as a newborn deer, so hopefully, the man wouldn’t be upset with his presence. “And really? Oh man... I think it would be so amazing to visit the planet. No rings, the ground beneath your feet... fresh air...”

[oh-porcupines]

dancela-esmeralda‌:

Esmeralda chuckled softly, touched by the young man’s enthusiasm for the news.  It certainly was some exciting development and Esme had lots of thoughts about it.  “I think there will be a lot for us to learn,” she replied to his excited string of questions.  “I hope one day that we all get a chance to go there.”

The girl’s words suddenly put a bit of perspective into his head. “Do you... Think we’ll even be able to visit it?” The idea of visiting the planet and even living there was fun and magical, but who knew how long it would take for the High Council to allow people to go. He certainly wasn’t going to be at the top of the list. 

[oh-porcupines]

Post Party Pangs || Benji and JJ

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lets-be-incredible‌:

oh-porcupines‌:

When the weight shifted, Benji sat up, or attempted to. The elbows in his side, both tickled and hurt and he tied to get JJ to stop. “Ah!!!” He yelped along with a slight laugh, “You’re going to crush me with how heavy you are!”

JJ got his revenge, laughing as he rolled down toward Benji’s legs, letting the boy sit up. "Oh please. You’re probably not much lighter than I am”

"I doubt it," Benji sat up and looked down at JJ who was still on his legs, and now, his lap. "How much do you weight? I bet your legs weight more than me."

[oh-porcupines]

Masked Feelings

[oh-porcupines]

lets-be-incredible‌:

The fight broke out almost instantly, though the Parr was confused as to why several men would attempt to attack a guy in a costume. Now the costume didn’t mean he was any good, but it did mean he was potentially crazier than them. Still, a few good hits in, some bruises obtained, but ultimately the day saved.

Jack-Jack stood triumphantly by with a manhandled backpack in one hand, over the groaning figures scrambling to get out of his way. He watched them leave, spewing curses back at him. It was probably safer to flee the scene, but he did have the backpack. Why did it look so familiar? Wasn’t this–That was the keychain he gave Benji last christmas!

A shot of panic overcame him as he held the bag and eyed it, realizing that there was a chance the ‘victim’ was suffering more than just physical damage. He needed to find him! He needed to be there for him! Benji freaked out when the lights suddenly clicked off or a loud noise went off. 

Immediately he began checking the nearby hide-away places Benji could have gone to to get away from the men chasing him. “I-I have your bag! Hey, where are you? I just want to return it!” he called out, trying hard not to call out Benji’s name. 

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Benji was hugging his knees and sitting behind a trash can, fairly obscured by it. His heart was still racing, but his ears were listening intently to what was going on. There appeared to be a fight of sorts, but the whole situation was confusing. As much as Benji wished they wouldn’t find him, he knew they’re be looking around for him. The most he could do was sit there and pray for the best.

He let out a small sigh, feeling sorry for himself. He never understood why bad things happened to good people. Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Why couldn’t the good stick with the good and the bad stick with the bad? His eyes were starting to tear up, the more he thought about this, the more it was reminding him of what happened to his mother.

Before he could think too much into it, however, he heard a voice calling out for him. He peaked out from behind the trash can, looking for who was calling him. The second the man walked in front of the alley way, their eyes (or what Benji assumed because he was wearing a mask) met and the brown haired boy quickly ducked back. What the hell?? Why was that guy dressed like that? Why was he looking for him. Benji started to panic all over again.

[oh-porcupines]

Are you a top or a bottom?

“Either? I’d rather not be placed into an absolute category. My ex-boyfriend was super adamant about him being the ‘Dominate’ one, even though we never did anything, and I just hated it.”

[oh-porcupines]

How do you like to be wooed?

“It’s the small, but intimate things that make me love people. Doesn’t always have to be romantic, but just people remembering what your favorite type of pizza is, or that you can’t eat gluten. Sharing problems... I have to get to know you before I’d try anything. Sadly, pick up lines aren’t going to work on me.”

“I mean... Unless you’re really hot, or like... a superhero for instance.”

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How would you feel about a blindfold or handcuffs?

“Honestly?  I’m not super opposed to it as long as everything is still... Friendly.”

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You think you might be loud, or quiet?

“It just depends if they give me a reason to be loud, I guess,”

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Swallow or spit?

“You’re sick.”

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The position you think is the hottest.

OOC: To play along with these types of questions, I’m just going to pretend Anon isn’t a complete stranger and is a friend.

“I don’t like... Personally know anything but aside from missionary, which I like because it seems more intimate, the one where one person is on their back with their leg up, and the other is standing... I don’t know the name of it.”

[oh-porcupines]

What's your softest article of clothing?

“Hmm... I have this one scarf made from cashmere and silk that’s pretty dang soft. It’s not the fancy kind, but... I honestly can’t tell the difference.”

[oh-porcupines]

What would you do if one of your best friends died?

“I would probably cry my eyes out... and I wouldn’t be sorry for doing so. It’s incredibly difficult to lose people who are close to you. Friends are just like family to me... only I picked them.”

[oh-porcupines]

So after you go rescued by Star Fighter...did you tap that?

“...No, but I’ll be sure to try for it next time.” *mumbles something about people being ridiculous*

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How's your arm? You were shot in it, right?

“Actually, it’s my shoulder that I was shot it. And... It’s fine. It has nerve damage so I can’t raise it really high above my head, but it’s better than not having an arm at all, I guess. Physical Therapy helps, but... Sometimes I forget.”

[oh-porcupines]

What turns you on?

“…Okay, so I’ve been asked this before. I still don’t really have an answer because, well… I just don’t know first hand what any of that stuff is like,

But holy… shit… the whole StarFighter thing is…”

[oh-porcupines]

So are you and JJ, like, a thing now?

“Why am I the only one that gets these questions!”

*At the current moment, no, they are not a thing. But I have plots*