Posnah Muulax

Maddie MewMew

(OOC) 9 hours ago

@possessedCatgirl[PC]

((Turning off my quirk for this one because it's A LOT to read! And there's MORE backstory that I wrote if anyone is interested in reading that portion, the total thing is just under 20k characters. I DID NOT PROOF-READ THIS lol I've stayed up for far too many hours and almost passed out while writing this, but here is my submission for @beforianTimes #leijonWriting challenge! Featuring @archiveAddict and a special guest, #substance #suggestive #slowburn #lovetriangle #envy #yuri #yumeshipping #eridanweek but specifically the morning after #rumblenight ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You're at a bar. It's late. Later than usual, anyway. You've been living on Alternia for a short time now. More of a vacation, you'd call it, but you had gotten surprisingly used to the atmosphere and culture in that short time. You and your cousin have since made amends. He's even more popular on Earth's surface now than he ever was underground. He hasn't quite caught on with Alternians, but with his exorbitant fame among humans and monsters, he's made quite a lot of money, and he'd taken the liberty of being one of the early adopters of having a vacation home on Alternia, and as a show of goodwill between two reconciling cousins, he's generously allowing you to live there, along with your half-sister Melody. Her deal is complicated, way more so than yours. A story for another time. What matters is that you've been quite comfortable with your body (although the programing in the voicebox tends to mess with your speech patterns). You're settling into things on Alternia, eagerly learning troll culture and language, and all-in-all having a grand time. There's only one problem; You still haven't been able to feel anything with your new body. Your cousin insists it's natural, all part of the process, and that every ghost has their own timeline of becoming fully, truly corporeal, so it's unfair to compare yourself to others. You think he's full of shit. He reassured you that he didn't start feeling sensations with his body until at least two years in. You've been numb for eight. Sure, occasionally you'll feel some twang of sensation somewhere deep inside your core. Usually pain though. Undyne originally was surprised to hear you'd gotten a new body after the barrier had fallen. She didn't want to use something so revered as an anime character as a punching bag, at least at first. Then she found out anime wasn't quite as real as she had hoped. Your technician and Undyne's girlfriend, Alphys, ended up having to spend a whole week reassembling your broken pieces after the beating Undyne unleashed on you, fueled by the fury of discovering a key tenant to her world view was just flat out wrong. After she found out you had started being able to feel pain, even just slightly, the two of you had a serious talk. Fortunately you both agreed that it was actually kind of really hot that she was strong enough to make you actually feel something in this new body. Plus, the fact that you were able to feel ANYTHING, even just the deep aches of a bent metal endoskeleton and the sting of snapped wires, meant that your transition to corporeality was making slow but steady progress. She still beats you up a few days a week, and you always thank her when she's training especially hard, because in the end it's all to help both of you. You take a long, slow swig of your SHITTY BEER. You'd think a robot doesn't need to eat, doubly so for a ghost inhabiting one, but Alphys has modified this animatronic body to be able to convert food into electricity to keep your batteries charged. If you run out of battery power, you end up BASICALLY USELESS, since you can't exactly move around without the hydraulics and springlock systems in your metal skeleton. Regardless, eating is fun since taste is one of the few feelings you fully get with your new body. And inexplicably, some substances also affect you. Beer, for example. You impatiently tap your empty mug on the bar, hoping to get the barkeep's attention. Even if it tastes shitty, a beer is a beer, and alcohol burns in your combustion engine of a stomach far better than most food. Same goes for things like cigarettes, joints, pills, or gummies. For some reason, you get way more battery power (and side effects) from illicit substances. And having a celebrity in the family means lots of disposable money to make BAD DECISIONS with... The bells of the door jingle. You don't look up from your empty mug. Footsteps approach you. Sounds like three pairs. You see a hand reach out to you out of your peripheral vision. You hear the sound of your shoulder being tapped. You don't feel it. Of course. You finally look up from your empty drink. The one who tapped your shoulder was ERIDAN. You hardly know this guy. He vaguely reminds you of a weird mix of some characters from a monster dating sim you played ages ago. It's like he had the personality and figure of the vampire hipster twink, and the posh, regal persona of the genocidal merfolk princess. Really all you ACTUALLY know about him is that he's the one hosting or at least sponsoring this whole #eridanweek event. He says something to you but you weren't listening. Your ears ring a little. Then he gestures behind him, toward the two other trolls that came in with him. One tips her hat, the blue brim something you vaguely recognize from somewhere but can't quite place in your tipsy haze. The second troll however... You could recognize those curled red horns anywhere. This was none other than the fabled RANKMAID ARADIA MEGIDO, of Archive Addict fame. You and Alphys would read her works any chance that you get, and she's been the main driving force for you learning the local culture and troll language. She is quite honestly an inspiration to you. She gives you a polite head bow, which you quickly return with a flustered expression on your plastic face. You exchange polite conversation, words on auto pilot as your mind races. What's she doing here? This is some crummy dive bar, you only came here tonight because of the 2 for 1 sushi special. Eridan is saying something to you. You reply with whatever words you think make sense to reply with. He looks at you puzzled, then smiles a faux-confident grin before nodding his head and walking off to who knows where. You don't think about him any more. Maybe you would have, if your creative writing idol wasn't standing before you, like a goddess descended from Fujo Heaven. Another troll-esque shape starts encroaching on your vision. The greenish blur, topped with blue, was threatening to eclipse Her Unholyness Herself. You blink and the form comes into focus. A camera is practically shoved in your face, and clicking reverberates through your mostly hollow skull. When the flashbang photography settles down, you can just barely make out the appearance of MUCKRAKE, MISS LEIJON from the BEFORIAN TIMES. You recognize her cap now, she had been at the event last night too for Eridan Week. After a nod towards Rankmaid, the reporter gives you a wordless thumbs up and then the two of them head towards a booth away from the bar, their conversation out of earshot in the suddenly noisy establishment. You start thinking again. You're back at the rumble the night before. The noise of the crowd is deafening. You had snuck your way into VIP seating after convincing to trade some nobody for his ticket. You got his ticket, and in exchange he got to have his teeth back after you knocked them out. #violence is typically the fastest way to get what you want on this planet, you've come to learn. Sitting near you is the illustrious Rankmaid, her hair practically drenched in sweat and oil from the ongoing festivities. Her hands are shaking around the disposable camera she brought with her to photograph the event. You offer to send her the photos you take on your palmhusk, your tone trying to stay as calm and collected as you can. Then you notice her as well. The blue cap bobs back and forth excitedly, the boxy news-reporter camera darting back and forth from angle to angle to capture all of the homoerotic action up in the ring. Muckrake is here as well, and Rankmaid seems absolutely enthralled by her. The oliveblood's catlike reflexes are perfect for getting just the right shot. A subtle jealousy starts to smolder inside you... or it could just be the cigarette you snacked on before you sat down. Either way, Miss Leijon seems to be getting a lot of attention from Rankmaid-sensi. You bite your tongue to try and distract yourself from the envy you're beginning to feel for Muckrake's position, so close to Rankmaid; You don't feel anything as your teeth clamp down on your sandpaper tongue. Finally your logical brain kicks in, trying to silence the doubt and envy you're feeling. You've never actually talked to her in person before tonight, and you're still somewhat processing that she's a real person, who looks just like her author pictures. Rankmaid doesn't know you. As the night goes on, you get the opportunities to help change that, but if you want your senpai-sensei to notice you, it will take time. And being patient is something you excel at... for the most part. You still haven't gotten a refill on your beer. Nor have you received your sushi. You start looking around for the bartender. They're over at Rankmaid and Muckrake's booth. They place a pair of plates on the table and a cup containing two sets of chopsticks, said plates adorned with sushi of all kinds. You feel a fuse somewhere inside you pop. You watch as Rankmaid-sensei reaches for the chopsticks, Miss Leijon's hand also gravitating toward the center of the table. Their fingers touch, gently nudging one of the chopsticks. Rankmaid blushes, and you can read her lips as she starts stumbling to say "Gomen..." Muckrake's hand instinctively retracts as well. You think back to that moment. At the rumble... The noise made it difficult to hear much of anything. Rankmaid was sweating, partially covered in a thin layer of oil, and had blood dripping from her nose. The action up in the ring was almost too much for her to handle. Muckrake had tossed you a spare towel to help her dry off and clean up Rankmaid-sensei. You were dutifully, diligently dabbing up the sweat with one end of the towel while wiping up her blood with the other end. It was a futile effort, the towel would end up fully saturated with oil and blood by the end of the second round. But you still wished to help support her Unholyness any way you could. Your eyes look up at the two, now three men struggling to decide a victor. Then it happens. You feel her touch your hand. You FEEL her hand. Her soft, supple fingers gently resting on your thumb while you grip the towel. How long has she had her hand there? You could hardly know. All you did know, was that SOMETHING was different. Something about Rankmaid. You could feel her touch, something your partially corporeal body has never felt before. You look at her face, one of pure fujoshi ecstasy, and you can't help but feel a kinda similar way. A feeling of euphoria for finally knowing what someone else's hand feels like. You're stirred from your flashback by the bartender placing a mug of more shitty beer in front of you, the froth absentmindedly spilling over the second he lets go. Just in time too, as it seems Rankmaid and Miss Leijon are standing up, preparing to leave. Almost wordlessly, Rankmaid glides past you, and you can hear her whisper "Domo, Maddie-chan". You blush intensely, but before you can do anything else, you get a second surprise; You feel a hand on your shoulder. More than just the symbol of reassurance. You actually FEEL her hand. Th-this can't be correct, right? You look up from your sad mug of beer, and nonchalantly, Muckrake is standing behind you, hand on your shoulder. Why, now, of all days, of all people, could you suddenly feel not only Rankmaid's touch, but also Miss Leijon's??? She's looking toward Rankmaid's slowly retreating form as the goddess of yaoi leaves the bar ahead of her companion. She gives you a grin, purring softly before saying this: "Miss Rankmaid sure is something, huh?" She pats your shoulder, then without another word, she too leaves the bar. You're left thinking about not only Rankmaid-sama, but also what the feeling you just experienced could mean. It's getting quiet again, the bar almost empty. You take a sip of your beer, expecting it to taste like garbage. Instead, it's the most flavorful beer you've had all day. The bartender says "This one's from one of the gal's at that booth, they must have just left though..." You're no longer paying attention to the barkeep as he starts to rattle on about other things. Something about the taste of the beer makes you think. It kind of reminds you of... That's when you remember. There was someone else sitting with you at that rumble last night... The bells of the door jingle again. The President walks in. He looks at you, smiles, and holds up his hand in a dignified wave. "Hello there, Maddie. A pleasure to see you here." ~ TO BE CONTINUED??? ~

Jade Harley

(OOC) 20 hours ago

@gardenGnotic[GG]

// I did not expect that me making this account today would end with me drawing Jade dick for strangers on the internet. Interesting how life works like that #nsfw