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@quitethetrip
Where did you get that fabric!?!?
I got it made custom at Spoonflower.I asked Mariah for her plaid pattern.
You can order it here
I will warn you, it's not cheap (my Doc for Trip were a little more, though, but I LOVE Docs and I will wear them all the time.)
//Working on my cosplay??
if you want anything off my rp blogs I would get it while you can.
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She stilled as he reached for her hair, her lashes lowering as his fingers lifted and toyed with one lock and twisted it aside. Only when he’d withdrawn his hand did her eyes move back to his face. She smiled a little, unsure of what she’d done to draw his attention when she did her best to avoid drawing attention at all.
"We don’t talk because I’m usually working on something for Virus," she said cautiously. She knew well enough Trip’s reputation for violence, although she doubted it would be something he’d try here.
"And I very much doubt that there is anything about me that would interest you," she added, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her smile widened a little and her eyebrows lifted sympathetically. "I am just a clerical worker. I would bore you to tears." It wasn’t entirely true but it was close enough to tell Trip.
Trips looked at Hagiko, noting how she seemed a little nervous around him. Good. People should be nervous. He was the one that took care of the wet work around here, well, when the drones wouldn't work. "I don't know. You're probably right. Very few people interest me." He looked around and smirked some. "You're apparently useful in some way, though. I don't see how." Trip kind of wanted make her smile disappear. She had no reason to smile. "I know you don't just do clerical work. You should tell me what else you do. "
Trip was pretty certain, at least, that there was more to her than just what she was saying. Maybe he should just hurt her and then maybe Virus would tell him. Asking him would be too much like showing an interest, and he didn't care that much, only that he wasn't sure if she had anything to do with Aoba. That was important, at least.
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The sound of rustling fabric and the scuff of a shoe alerted her to someone else’s presence in the filing room. Perhaps it was Virus, come to check on her progress, although he usually waited for her to finished and report to him. She finished the sentence she was writing and put down her pen before turning around in her chair to look at who had come in.
She did not expect to see Virus’ taller counterpart there, looming over her. She stood, conscious of her position of weakness relative to him. At 5’4”, the top of her head only came up to his collarbones, but this was better than nothing.
"Good afternoon, Trip," she said with a practiced and pleasant voice. "I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you."
Trip smiled a little, though it was completely false. He moved over and leaned against her deck. "Of course you weren't. I didn't know I was coming." He shifted his smile to a full on grin, playing the role of cheerful dope as well as he could. "I just wanted to see how you were doing and what you were up to! I mean, you work for Virus, but we never talk! I think it should change." He reached and hand out to touch a piece of her hair. "You might be interesting."
His smile was still in place, though it had fallen a bit. Trip wasn't as good at playing the cheerful carefree role as Virus, but he was not as dumb as some people thought. Sometimes, he even liked to know what was going on. LIke now. With Hagiko.
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Hagiko stepped carefully around the filing cabinets, consulting her Coil for the files that needed to be pulled. Paper filing systems had distinct advantages for the kind of work her mentor did; they burned easily, only one copy existed, and access could be tightly controlled. It meant sometimes that she was little more than a secretary, when she wasn’t out running errands for Virus or performing surveillance. She enjoyed it. This sort of filing work was methodical, relaxing and kept her hidden away in the labyrinthine halls of Oval Tower.
She sat down at the workspace, pulling up screens on her Coil and beginning to transfer notes from observations made on Virus’ behalf in a neat, orderly hand. Down went notes about business partners, potential troublemakers, Rhyme servers, yakuza real estate interests. Hagiko was sure that Virus kept it all memorized—she had never once seen him in the filing room—but didn’t argue. It wasn’t her place to question his methods, and if that meant copying notes longhand into surveillance files, so be it.
Trip noticed her working. He smiled a little and moved to get a better view. This was something that he'd meant to do for a while. Observing Hagiko in her natural habitat. Or he work place. that was close enough. He found her a bit fascinating, if he was honest. She was someone Virus seemed to keep around, maybe even respect. That was strange enough on it's own. He didn't know what it was he saw in her, but he wanted to figure it out. Trip took a step boldly closer and stood near her work space, just watching her with his falsely colored blue eyes taking in every detail. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared. They'd never even spoken before. Maybe this was the time to change that. He'd let her speak first. This way, at least, he could watch her for as long as possible. She was kind of interesting, at least.
The sex-themed Magic Anon list (All NSFW!)
Sex Pollen: That tickle in the muse's nose? It's not hayfever, it's a pervy plant, and for the next (Anon decides) the muse is going to want to shag everything that moves. Especially if it moves in front of them.
Marathon: For reasons best left up to the cosmos, the muse has the uncontrollable urge to indulge in some 'me time' every half hour no matter where they are or what they're doing for (anon decides). (Try not to get arrested!)
Sensitivity: All of the muse is their new erogenous zone, and clothing does not. help this. for the next (anon decides)
A sudden um...: For the next (anon decides) muse will suffer an impromptu orgasm every time (anon decides-breathing does not count) happens. It may be multiple things and it may utilize any sense, including time (IE every half hour)
The urge: Whether or not they were aware of it before, the muse now has a mating season and it's open. For the next (anon decides) the muse will be driven crazy with the need to go forth and make babies or shag themselves exhausted trying.
A gift: Muse is tied up in a chair or a compromising position with a list of instructions detailing others to do (anon decides) sexual act(s) to them. Anyone who comes across them will be compelled to act out these instructions for (anon decides)
Irresistible: There's just something about the muse today, and for (anon decides)...but no one they come across will be able to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they'll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it's not for an interview.
It's not the Midas touch: If the muse touches someone for the next (anon decides) that person will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops?
Owned: Either the muse owns another, or is owned by someone else for (anon decides) but they'll both be compelled to take certain sexy advantage of that for as long as it lasts.
Absolute Obedience: Anything anyone asks the muse must do for (anon decides) but one catch - it must be sexual in nature. Oh...wait, no there's two catches. Every time they issue a command they lose more control of themselves and can't help asking more next time. Absolute power corrupts.
Four minutes: The world will end immediately if the muse doesn't shag whoever they see for the next (anon decides). And that would just be terrible, wouldn't it?
Impaired judgment: Booze, drugs, sex, they all blend together. The muse has had a bit too much of something and thinks everyone around them is prime sex estate for the next (anon decides). They're not compelled to or any good at picking people up, they just think everyone's really hot, you guys.
Sleeping Beauty: There's only one way to wake the muse from their slumber (other than waiting for anon decides) and it's not a kiss.
Frustration: The muse has a desperate need for relief for (anon decides) but no matter what they do it just won't come without a little help from a friend. A person friend, not a plastic friend.
Candid Camera: The muse and someone else have been trapped in a room with cameras an ordered to perform..FOR SCIENCE. Anon could decide who, or it could be anyone who encounters them for (anon decides).
"That could change. She’s probably just waiting for an invite from the best team… aka not yours.’
"Shut the fuck up! She wouldn’t just leave like that. She’s been my friend for ages."
"Touchy, Touchy. Relax. I'm sure she's utterly devoted to you. All your little followers are.."
quitethetrip replied to your post:oh, Mizuki You should give rhyme a chance, we’ll take care of Dry Juice for you.
"Are you sure? What about that cute little receptionist you have? Maybe she will join my team?"
"No! She doesn’t even do Rib!"
"That could change. She's probably just waiting for an invite from the best team... aka not yours.'
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That's pretty much horrible bs.
I'm super gross today.
FUCKING TRP AND HIS FUCKING CUFFS ON HIS PANTS
my friend’s feeling shitty and she asked:
draw me Trip being an exhibitionist bonus if Virus notices or if he’s making eyecontact with aoba or mizuki
and i had to do it
Now I can start on my Trip cosplay
Bad End || Blythe & Trip
His horrified expression was something she lived for. Reactions to the impossible were the most delicious to watch. Or ones before they were murdered or tortured themselves.
"Wrong!" She said brightly as she slipped away both knives. "You can just kill the people you don’t want to deal with. It’s eaaasy." She gestured to Trip’s wound. "And really satisfying…"
She needed to get Trip somewhere safe. Cyan would take care of the healing, just like he always did. She moved to support Trip and started to pull him along, trying to be careful so his wounds wouldn’t deepen.
"You have so much to learn, love… Take it easy now."
Trip groaned a little as she moved to support him, not really having too much fight. Maybe.. maybe he could get out of this without having to deal with humans, but living was boring.. Killing people, though... Maybe he would like that. His time with Virus had made him less inclined to do so, but he didn't really.. know.
He was in no place to argue, though, leaning on Blythe so much, it was a wonder she could keep him up. He supposed she was stronger than she looked. Maybe it came from being immortal. Trip didn't know, he just knew he was in bad shape.
"Right... I'm probably gonna die before I can learn anything..."
Bad End || Blythe & Trip
Of course she was playing with him and enjoying it. That was the entire point of this. If Trip wasn’t fun, then why bother? Humans were so funny, though! Trip didn’t even believe that immortality was a real thing! What a silly.
"Of course I can! We keep inside of a secret society, I guess." Not really. Her kind just knew how to blend in with normality. Mostly. Blythe was a bit of an exception. That’s when she went ahead and forced Trip’s knife out of his hand. "Let me show you."
As she said it, she drove the knife into her chest. There was no hesitation. She dragged the blade up between her breasts, cutting through her dress and letting the blood ooze out. She didn’t even flinch. It didn’t actually hurt her, after all. She was smiling!
"Oh… ow," she said in a voice higher than normal, giving a look of mock arousal. Then she pulled the blade out. As she did, the wound started to mend itself. Like it was never there to begin with.
Once it healed, she looked to him with a smirk. “This could be yours, sweetheart.”
Trip watched in horror as Blythe drove he knife into her chest. Then, She pulled it out and... and it was gone. Trip looked up at her in complete awe. It could be his?
Did he even want that? Humans were exhausting. He always kind of thought of death as a freedom from humans. Immortality would mean... Humans. forever. Was that even worth it? Trip didn't know.
"I..." He closed his mouth and frowned, forgetting about his wound for a moment. "But then you have to deal with people... forever." He made a fact, starting to feel the pain again. It came back to him and made him cough, doubling him over in pain.
Fuck! It hurt! Shit... This was.. really bad, actually. He'd probably die here soon, anyway.
Bad End || Blythe & Trip
She didn’t really do much when she spotted the knife. It wouldn’t hurt her, after all. Though when she saw what he was going to use it for, she gave another delighted laugh. “Ooh! You’ve still got some fight in you~!” She was glad he had pointed out their possible relation. Father wanted to expand the family, after all… but only with those who were worthy.
"I could be. Becaaause, I’m several decades old. I lost count of my age, honestly." With that, she grabbed a hold of Trip to support him. "Come on, we have to save you. I’ll tell you the secret to immortality."
He glared at her, when she laughed at him, thinking for sure she was just playing with him and enjoying it. Which was irritating in and of itself. "Y-Yeah." He was about to yell at her when she said she was several decades old. He wanted to pull away when she grabbed him.
"Save me? I-Immortatlity?" What the hell? "You can't be immortal! I've never heard of that." Maybe he hadn't been listening, though. He tended to zone out when people spoke, but certainly Virus would have said something if Toue had an immortal. "How can you save me?" Maybe he should just kill himself and get it over with.
