would anyone be willing to roleplay like erisol or erikar with me by any chance?
would anyone be willing to roleplay like erisol or erikar with me by any chance?
Your name is Feferi Peixes and you couldn’t be more EXCITED! Youre going to your matesprits hive to spend the day with her! You tried to invite her over to yours at first, but then you remembered that she doesn’t have gills. It’s a shame she can’t come and see your underwater paradise. In preparation for this visit, you have combed your hair with a sea shell for fifteen minutes. What? Your hair is extremely long, and with all of the swimming that you do it’s expected that it would get horribly tangled.
Once youre done with that, you look at yourself in the mirror once more, giggling when a little cuttlefish swims its way into the black cloud swirling around you. “Aw, cmon shelly fish, I just brushed my hair!” You don’t actually mind, and you think it catches that vibe from your tone. So it doesn’t even have the decency to look apologetic as you slowly slide your fingers over one of its little fins.
You decide that your current outfit, the one you’re normally found wearing, will be just fine. She’s most likely dressing casual anyways, she isn’t one to dress up, even to parties. It’s annoying as much as it is endearing how eager she is to stick to who she is and not to accept what others attempt to force onto her. Gently, you wave the little pink cuttlefish away, smiling at the thought that it’s your favorite color.
Finally, you begin your journey to the surface. How odd it seems, that you and the landwellers live in completely different worlds! They can’t come down here with you, but you can most certainly visit them on land. It saddens your mood just slightly when you think of how none of your friends will ever have the ability to visit your hive other than Eridan. A soft sigh leaves you, but your lips quickly turn upwards once more in a wide smile. Youre going to see Vriska right now, theres no reason to be sad!
You move your arms in front of you and kick your legs from behind, smiling at all of the little sea creatures that dwell down here along with you as you make your way past. Sometimes you even spare them a small wave, causing your multi-colored bangles to jingle lightly as they cling against one another. You assume the sound wouldn’t be picked up by a land dwelling trolls ear were they to come down here, but of course your own ears are specially designed to be able to hear in the water. It would be awfully terribubble if they weren’t, considering you need to be able to hear in your own home!
When you reach the dock, you climb up onto it and cause the wood to become soaked as water drips from your hair. You push yourself up, trying not to scrape or splinter your knees, and take all of your hair into both of your hands, squeezing it to get the water out. A soft pitter-patter reaches your ears as the droplets hit the wood, making the puddle beneath you slightly bigger. Then, you shake your head to fluff out your hair and take a pony tail that you had wrapped around your ear for safe keeping. Carefully and slowly, you maneuver your hair into it, securing a pony tail. The task is made slightly harder considering the webbing between each of your fingers.
The soft light of the moon above envelops you in its glow, and you smile up at it. The light it gives off is definitely much more comforting than the harsh and burning rays of the sun, and a lot less dangerous. There are two sides to every coin, you suppose. The moon is kind and gentle, while the sun is harsh and dangerous to trolls. Sighing happily at the thought, you start walking in the general direction of vriskas hive.
You eventually make it there, knocking lightly on the door with a small fist. The sound resounds throughout the large hive and soon it flies open, causing a grin to spread across your face at the sight of vriska serket. The trip was definitely worth it, you decide, since you finally get to see her. You immediately throw your arms around her and embrace her tightly, and she awkwardly hugs you back. She isn’t one for hugs, you learned that rather quickly, but she won’t deny you the ability to hug her. That would simply be cruel. When you step back, she greets you with a soft, genuine smile, one that you assume she doesn’t share with anyone else. The thought warms you, she is yours and you are hers. There are moments shared only between you two that no one else will ever have the pleasure of being a part of.
“It took you long enough!” She huffs, stepping out of the doorway to allow you inside her hive. You just giggle in response and enter her home. She shuts the door behind you with a soft click, and you take in the familiar surroundings. The soft blue that covers every wall, the couch being the same color, cobwebs here and there. To anyone else this may seem as if it is a rather creepy or odd setting for someone to be living, but youre used to it. And vriskas mom is a spider lusus, so it’s only natural, you suppose. Briefly, you think over the deep regret your matesprit feels for killing so many to make sure her lusus stayed fed. You all have your hardships in life, but you just don’t think it’s fair that everyone think she’s so cruel when on the inside she feels so bad about it!
You brush away the thoughts quickly, turning to her and smiling. This is no time to think of anything that could bring the mood down, this is a time for happiness and fun, the first time you have seen vriska in two weeks. The both of you have been rather busy with various matters. One of the favorite passtimes the two of your share it to curl up on the couch and watch movies together. You are about to suggest that exact thing, only to finally realize that she isn’t where you left her. You look around the room to find her in front of the tv, putting in a movie. It amazes you how she seems to so easily understand what it is you want to do, every single time you come over.
You smile and go to the hallway closet, taking out a large, fluffy blanket and heading to the couch. She is already seated there, remote in hand, waiting for you before she starts the movie. You sit beside her and drape the blanket over both of your laps, a soft smile gracing your features. Your hand settles on her thigh, and she places hers over yours, eliciting a soft, fuscia blush from you.
You both sit in silence, watching the movie, the only sounds coming from either of you being those of your soft breathing. It’s comforting, just her presence. You don’t even need to have a conversation to feel at peace with one another’s presence. When you begin to doze off, her arms wrap around you and pull you down to lay with your head in her lap. She even drapes the blanket over only your body to keep you warm. She’s so kind and considerate, assuming she remembers that you get cold easier, being a seadweller. It’s just really nice to have someone that doesn’t feel obligated to do things for you because youre the empress. No, Vriska never feels obligated to do anything for anyone, she only does what she wants. And that’s how you know she is truly sincere when she is kind to you. She wants to do these things for you.
Careful of your horns, you snuggle your head against her stomach and allow your eyes to flutter closed. The soft drone of the movie slowly begins to fade out and all you can hear is your matesprits breathing, feeling the way her stomach moves in a subtle, slight manner as she takes in light breaths. Trying not to disturb you, you suppose. Slowly, as if it were a lullaby, the sound of her breathing and heartbeat intertwined lulls you into a dreamless sleep.
Your name is Rose Lalonde, and you are currently sitting squished beside your alien matesprit/girlfriend/female you are in lesbians with in a small armchair. The setting is rather delightful, a small cottage away from the sit. The two of you enjoy the warmth from a fire, the house only illuminate by the subtle light it provides. Soft crackling of burning embers drones in the background as the only noise in the room currently, other than Kanayas soft, gentle breathing. The light rise and fall of her chest causes you to look over and a light flush touches your cheeks. The gentle curve of her breasts and hips is just so…delightful, in every possible way.
You are not one to judge based on physical characteristics, but you are also not one to simply ignore beauty instead of appreciating it with your un-divided attention. You briefly reflect on why is it the two of you are currently so far from modern civilization. Well, after the game had ended and all of you had been transported to Earth, the two of you decided you needed a break from the hectic shenanigans of the others as they searched for a place to stay. You had no place in their frenzy antics anyhow. Especially since the two of you had planned ahead for just this event, to buy a nice, cozy apartment if you ended up back on Earth, with the savings you had left specifically if something came up under your pillow at home. And that is exactly what you did.
After working for a month to gain more than ten dollars and a fridge full of rather fine foods to your name, you ended up with enough money to go on a vacation. Of course, you pay the bills, and anything Kanaya earns selling her fine outfits is extra cash. So you suppose she did all of the saving but, then again, you enabled her to do that.
Kanaya turns her gaze from the fire to you, and you love the way her fangs protrude from her mouth over those finely glossed lips of hers. Her attention is on you, and only you, as yours is to her. You can’t help but bask in your girlfriends gaze. She is wonderful, everything from her politeness and patience with others, to her poetic outlook on life, to her use of fabrics and needles, to the way she sweetly kisses you at the most tender of moments.
You stare at her with a gaze that holds only love for her and everything she is, your violet eyes could almost be hearts if that were possible. And she returns it swiftly. She reaches a perfectly manicured hand forward and brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear, causing your cheeks to tint just slightly as you offer her a coy smile.
“Now now, dear, we have all night to get frisky. For now, let us simply enjoy the cool evening as the sun sets over the horizon and the moon begins to come up. Bathing the earth below it in its silvery glow.” She only chuckles at you and nods her agreement, and you can’t help but notice how not a single hair of her head is out of place. Magnificent, how she carries herself with such prestige.
She leans back in the chair, and you take the opportunity to lean into her side, sliding your eyes closed and listening to the soft beating of her heart. Resting your hand on her soft chest, and you quietly mull over everything you love about her. And that is simply, without a doubt, absolutely everything.
John Egbert was a geeky young boy, what with the buck teeth and the Nic Cage obsession. He even had the posters of his favorite actors face up on his walls. Vriska enjoyed poking fun at this, of course, but she also had a soft side for the boy whose favorite color was apparently blue. Hey, there’s another thing they have in common other than their love of adventure. In fact, this is what they were currently discussing. Not the color blue, but their love of adventure.
They were seated together on John’s bed, Vriska wearing her hair up in a long pony tail, her curly hair cascading down her back. Her normal jean jacket was worn snug around her blank tank top, along with stylishly holed up jeans. John wore a blue t-shirt, as well as blue sweat pants. It was comfortable, and unlike Vriska, the young boy dressed for comfort and not style. Which was the usual, he had nothing to show off, other than his sky blue eyes behind his large glasses. And unless he decided to get contacts he would not be showing them off any time soon. Nonetheless, Vriska loved the color, even if it was not as dark as she preferred.
“We coooould…go and explore the city.” John suggested, knowing there was a small creek near-by that could possibly be filled with something dangerous and exciting. Vriska seemed to ponder the idea a moment, leaning back and tapping her finger against her thigh. “I guess. But if this trip isn’t worth my time, then you’ll have to make it up to me.” John just rolled his eyes and stood, stretching his arms high above his head. “Sure thing, but I doubt you won’t like it.”
Vriska stood as well and straightened out her jacket, not waiting for her host as she headed out of the room and down the carpeted stairs. John followed in a hurry after pulling his sneakers on, pouting at Vriska when he stood beside her. “That was rude. You couldn’t have waited eight seconds?” The slightly shorter girl cackled and shook her head. “Not even eight seconds, John. You’re just not worth the time.”
With a soft groan in response, the boy clothed in blue walked to the kitchen to quickly inform his cake obsessed father where he would be and that he had his phone with him. Then, he went outside, Vriska on his tail. The sun was high in the sky, the rays beating down on them and causing the two of their foreheads to be covered by a light sheen of sweat. The female of the two of them decided to discard her jacket, and instead wrapped it around her waist with the sleeves. John, on the other hand, had no way to cool himself other than taking off his shirt. And with a lady present that just would not be polite. Not to mention there were children out playing in their yards, and people were most likely able to see out the window.
They both trudged on wordlessly, navigating through the concrete jungle and trying to stay in any sort of measly amount of shade they were able to find. Which wasn’t much, considering the angle of the sun. Perhaps they should have waited just a bit to go outside, but of course, they had started their journey and there was no turning back now. It was as though the two of them had a mutual agreement to make it a personal challenge.
John finally caught sight of what he was looking for, and started sprinting towards it. Because, the creek was just a small area shaded with trees and there was a small river running through it. Vriska was confused for a moment, simply watching him, before running after him and giving a relieved sigh when she was enveloped in the cool darkness of the shade.
“I don’t know about you, but I need a break.” The girl snapped, sitting down and leaning back on a tree. John didn’t say anything in return, seemingly preoccupied with staring at something. He gasped, wide eyed, and started edging down the shallow drop towards the river. John’s behavior intrigued vriska, and she stood, brushing the leaves off of her rump before descending behind him. She got an eyeful of exactly what had caught the boys’ eye.
The sight before the two of them was astounding. It was as if they had seen something right off of an alien investigation show. A small craft laid in the midst of the river, which had dried up in the summer heat. The entire thing had been crafted out of a sort of shiny metal, and it was oddly captivating, though the two had to shield their eyes as the sunlight bounced off of it and into their eyes. It looked as though the ship had been vacated, for it was empty. There were teal blue lights all around the circular object, every single one of them glowing brightly, and a clear plastic half circle covering.
“…What is that?” John asked quietly. He let out a sharp gasp when he saw his friend edging towards it slowly, and reached forward to place a hand on her shoulder. “Wait! Don’t go near it, we don’t know if it’s dangerous or not!”
“Oh come on John, don’t you like a little danger? Or are you scaaaaaaaared?~” She teased, flashing him a grin as he flushed in embarrassment. “I’m not scared!” He huffed, running forward and placing a hand on one of the glowing lights. He nearly screamed as the top opened up, and Vriska ran forward, cackling as she hopped in the driver’s seat. John grumbled in annoyance as he slowly got in as well.
“Don’t…touch anything, Vriska. We don’t know what could happen.” As if to deliberately contradict the boys’ orders, Vriska shut the hatch and pressed the large green button. It was quite obviously the button to make the thing start up. Which it did, a loud roar emitting from the engine. John squeaked in surprise, looking outside and swallowing thickly. “H-hey, turn it off!”
“Hmmm…nah.” Vriska giggled and grabbing a lever, pushing it forward. The fans in the back of the craft began to whir, and they took off with a whoosh, eliciting another startled squeal from John. Vriska was absolutely amazed, this was most definitely the best thing she’d ever found on any adventurous outing. She hadn’t believed in aliens before, and still wasn’t sure if she did. Perhaps this was instead something someone had placed here to make people believe? Neither of the two were about to put it past the current society, considering how weird people could get.
They flew far away from the little city they lived in, the both of them staring out of the little craft quietly. Neither spoke a word, enraptured in how absolutely amazing it was to see the world from a whole new point of view. From the sky. Neither the boy nor the girl had ever been in an air plane before, so of course, this was all extremely new to them.
Suddenly, the engine began to give out, the front of the flying contraption dipping down towards the ground. Vriska grumbled under her breath, “No no no no no, dammit, don’t do this to us now…” John looked over at her, his eyebrows raised. “Whats wrong?”
“Were out of gas, dim wit!” Johns’ eyes widened and he swallowed. “What are we going to do?!” Vriska rolled her eyes. “Crash, duh. We’re not /that/ high up, we’ll survive.” Of course, she was just as horrified as John, as they began their quick and un-intentioned descent towards the earth.
John reached over and grasped Vriskas hand tightly, and she squeezed it in response. The two of them were terrified, but neither of them were able to say anything as they touched down on the ground. The loud crackle and terrible screeching of bending metal could be heard all around. The both of them were out cold, but neither appeared to suffer any sort of external damage other than mild cuts and bruises here and there.
The two of them laid there for a long time, neither stirring.