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@ValonTheLarrikin

my-ohh-mai:

Mai tried to look composed, even though her heart pounded against her chest mercilessly. Whatever she felt at the moment, she did anything but question it.

She smiled sheepishly, nodding at his words. It was just like that night. Her cold, busty body craving some sort of safe haven, craving some sort of care or acknowledgement.

"Can’t say I disagree.."
Mai said, trying not to laugh at how they must look right now. Catching up so casually, drenched by the harsh rain that poured onto them.

She blushed in slight discomfort when she couldn’t withold another tiny sneeze. She could’ve thought ‘I should’ve taken a cab”, but who was she kidding?

Mai then got to the point, meeting his gaze in the moment she never thought she’d see again.

"I think this is the part where I invite you over. We look like two drowned rats.."
Mai said as she giggled lowly, stepping into a light hug with him before she nearly slipped.

The brunette quickly caught her in his arms and set her right on her feet, allowing his hands to linger for a moment around her waist and on her shoulder. Then, with a slight blush, he pulled back and clasped his hands in front of him, rocking back on his heels.

"Uh…"

Valon was mentally kicking himself right now. There were a thousand things he needed to say, a heavy heart full of emotions he wanted to expel, and an unimaginable amount of civilities he should probably get through first, and he had no idea where to start.

And the hug! Was the hug completely necessary?! He was already up to his eyeballs in turmoil, and she had to go…

Even in the rain, he could feel the pleasant warmth of her body against his. Her sweet-smelling perfume had tickled his nose. He’d somehow resisted the urge to wrap his arms tightly around her and press his nose into her damp hair.

No, no, no, no!

Valon did not want to be there just to ignite the old embers. The two of them needed to talk. It didn’t fucking matter how cute or how open she suddenly seemed to be, he wasn’t going to go chasing blindly after her again!

Hardened, he frowned and gave a curt nod.

"I was thinkin’ that you an’ I should talk… There’s a lot I wanted to say to you. Heh, I still hang on to that harpy card, ya know?"

@ValonTheLarrikin

my-ohh-mai:

valonthelarrikin:

my-ohh-mai:

Nothing but the leveled concrete assured her that her path was the right way as darkness of twilight from the dreary weather now engulfed her view.

If it weren’t for the cushioned material of her bra, she’d give any passerby an apparent view of her chill ridden breasts through the drenched white corset. Mai scoffed at the thought, hoping her tread to her aparment would soon be over, even thankful that no one appeared to be walking in the rain as she did.

The shape of her was pitiful in her opinion. An ex class duelist, drenched from the rain like her life was meaningless. Designer clothes soaked to the bone.

As the busty blonde stepped, the puddles beneath her feet became irritating. Usually a pro at swaying her way in heels, she felt like she was skating across the concrete. How foolish she must look right now.

Mai gave in to the pleads of her aching feet, taking shelter under the nearest shop awning. A sudden roar of thunder rumbled the sky, making her flinch a bit. Feeiling defeated, her back met the wall behind her. Her violet eyes shut just for a moment. No one was around, so who cares if she rested the way she did?

Valon watched the woman go beneath the awning and cocked his head to the side. He remembered she was just like that- exactly like that- on the night he found her and took her in. He’d ridden up, hopped off his bike and said what was probably the worst pick-up line in the history of ever. Somehow, that had led them into a… well, not even a relationship. Just a thing- no, it was more like a one-sided crush (as in, utterly crush whatever happy feelings he had). The point was, he’d ruined her life that way. Now, he stood here deliberating.

There was the very good possibility that she didn’t want to see him anymore. There was the chance that she was doing just fine without him, that she was having this wonderful, happy relationship that he’d never get the chance to have with her, with the wonderful, happy Joey fucking Wheeler…

Judging by the looks of things, he’d venture that it wasn’t the case.

It was just his style to just risk it all, to go out on a limb and approach her. That was what he did the first time, and hey, it did work. So, he steeled himself and followed her over to the little shop and stopped a few feet away. She wasn’t paying attention, he supposed; she didn’t even crack open those beautiful eyes.

He scuffed the concrete sidewalk with one boot and shifted awkwardly. What did even say here? “Are you okay?” “Sorry I ruined your life?” “I still kinda love you, but not really, but yeah?”

Eventually, he settled for the simplest (and stupidest) thing to say: “Hi.”

Her heart began to pound when an all too familiar voice broke her from her trance. Tiredly, she opened them slowly, while they then widened in shock at the sight of…Valon.

It was surreal. Dejavu struck. Valon stood before her, brunette locks and clothes just as soaked from the rain as she was. He smiled that boyish grin she could never forget, paired witb that mysterious look in his eyes.

A simple greeting from his aussie drawl made heat dust the busty blonde’s cheeks. Maybe she was getting a cold? A small smile formed on her face. She felt content, trying not to reminsce when she had told him to save her in a very similiar location.

Rain soaked them both, and they should feel cold. But her body felt warm, safe even. Mai her lips to speak, stepping closer to the brunette aussie while she sneezed once, but it didn’t matter.

"Long time no see..?"
Mai said softly, trying to resust the urge to jump into his arms for warmth… or perhaps something else?

The Australian let out a hollow chuckle and scratched at the back of his head.

"Yeah, I guess…" he murmured in response. "Uh. God bless you." He paused and made some vague gesture towards him, grimacing. "The sneeze…"

God, he felt like a nervous wreck! He hadn’t felt anxious in the slightest the first time he’d talked to her. He had just driven up and swept her away like some bloody fairytale knight! Where the fuck was all that charm and confidence now?

…Did he want to be sweeping her off her feet again? Perhaps that was the source of his anxiety: his heart was filled with conflicting feelings right now, and that thin little line between love and hate was so very, very faint.

He let out a sigh and dropped his gaze, struggling for something to say.

"Heh. Kinda funny, ain’t it?" he mused. "It’s like the night we met…"

@ValonTheLarrikin

my-ohh-mai:

Nothing but the leveled concrete assured her that her path was the right way as darkness of twilight from the dreary weather now engulfed her view.

If it weren’t for the cushioned material of her bra, she’d give any passerby an apparent view of her chill ridden breasts through the drenched white corset. Mai scoffed at the thought, hoping her tread to her aparment would soon be over, even thankful that no one appeared to be walking in the rain as she did.

The shape of her was pitiful in her opinion. An ex class duelist, drenched from the rain like her life was meaningless. Designer clothes soaked to the bone.

As the busty blonde stepped, the puddles beneath her feet became irritating. Usually a pro at swaying her way in heels, she felt like she was skating across the concrete. How foolish she must look right now.

Mai gave in to the pleads of her aching feet, taking shelter under the nearest shop awning. A sudden roar of thunder rumbled the sky, making her flinch a bit. Feeiling defeated, her back met the wall behind her. Her violet eyes shut just for a moment. No one was around, so who cares if she rested the way she did?

Valon watched the woman go beneath the awning and cocked his head to the side. He remembered she was just like that- exactly like that- on the night he found her and took her in. He’d ridden up, hopped off his bike and said what was probably the worst pick-up line in the history of ever. Somehow, that had led them into a… well, not even a relationship. Just a thing- no, it was more like a one-sided crush (as in, utterly crush whatever happy feelings he had). The point was, he’d ruined her life that way. Now, he stood here deliberating.

There was the very good possibility that she didn’t want to see him anymore. There was the chance that she was doing just fine without him, that she was having this wonderful, happy relationship that he’d never get the chance to have with her, with the wonderful, happy Joey fucking Wheeler…

Judging by the looks of things, he’d venture that it wasn’t the case.

It was just his style to just risk it all, to go out on a limb and approach her. That was what he did the first time, and hey, it did work. So, he steeled himself and followed her over to the little shop and stopped a few feet away. She wasn’t paying attention, he supposed; she didn’t even crack open those beautiful eyes.

He scuffed the concrete sidewalk with one boot and shifted awkwardly. What did even say here? “Are you okay?” “Sorry I ruined your life?” “I still kinda love you, but not really, but yeah?”

Eventually, he settled for the simplest (and stupidest) thing to say: “Hi.”

0001 LP: @ValonTheLarrikin

my-ohh-mai:

Its been quite a few years since Mai had dueled. Once renowned top eight duelist in the country now spent her days sponsoring modeling for a living. It paid the bills and helped her stray from the game that always swayed where her life went.

The busty blonde was tired of the hardship. Tired of…

Valon had to laugh. How many times now had he been caught in the rain, with his head down and his hands shoved into his pockets, while he was deep in the middle of some moral crisis? He stopped, and turned his head up. He smiled bitterly as raindrops splattered onto his face.

This is the part where God gives you some great sign, he thought to himself. You’re down on your luck, your life’s going nowhere, and that’s where he comes in to show you the way.

Well, he waited. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect- maybe a giant hand would appear in the clouds to point him in the right direction, or a ray of light would shoot down from the sky? That’d be pretty unrealistic.

He didn’t really understand it. It’d been a few years now, right? That was plenty of time to get his ‘closure,’ whatever the fuck that meant. So what was he still hung up on? He’d done everything he was supposed to: he confessed his sins to God, he’d mended his ways, he’d tried to make good with his past enemies. Hell, he even tried to make good with Dartz. And it wasn’t like he hated himself or anything!

Still, he felt like his life was empty, like he had no purpose anymore. Worse, like he’d simply faded away into the background and become completely unimportant. He wanted to be someone again, to have some sort of use, to be appreciated. But what could you possibly do, after having worked for the bad guy? Not once in any comic book had he ever seen a supervillain’s minion become the hero. 

Anyway, he waited. Only for a few minutes; after that, he merely snorted, gave up, and dropped his gaze again.

He was stunned when he found himself looking across the way to a pair of unmistakeably familiar violet eyes, half-concealed by the fringe plastered to her forehead. Drenched and hugging herself, Mai Valentine looked more vulnerable now than he remembered her the night they met years ago.

Today, I found the picture Mikey drew Valon for Easter last year and got warm fuzzies. That was last year. And now, I’m looking back and thinking how much fun I’ve had and how far I got. I know that my Valon’s been a tad bit shoddy, and I know that I’ve kind of abandoned him because of it. But that picture brought back good memories. Happy Easter everyone.

M!As

  • Deadly Insomniac:

    Your muse is unable to sleep for a specified amount of time regardless of how many attempts they make, becoming extremely tired, weak and dangerously volatile.

  • Childlike Innocence:

    Muse is mysteriously transformed into their small childhood form for a specified amount of time, accompanied with all the usual juvenile behaviours.

  • Personality Swap:

    Muse's usual personality is suddenly switched with another's for a specified amount of time, causing them to act like that person perfectly. Anon decides who.

  • Cross-dresser:

    Muse becomes a cross dresser for a specified amount of time, dressing up as the opposite sex.

  • Animal Suits!:

    Anon chooses an animal Muse must dress up as for a specified amount of time, imitating it's behaviour and characteristic traits.

  • Charmingly Flirtatious:

    Muse becomes a dazzling romantic for a specified amount of time, flirting with everyone regardless of gender, current relationship or sexual preferences.

  • Deliriously Drunk:

    Muse becomes excessively drunk for a specified amount of time, acting oddly and hallucinating occasionally. Muse may react to drunkenness however they please.

  • Shape Shifter:

    Anon decides what form Muse changes into, whether it be an animal, person, or even an object.

  • Player:

    Muse attempts to get in bed with everyone for a specified amount of time.

  • Lost:

    Muse becomes hopelessly lost, loosing all sense of direction they previously had.

  • Sex Change:

    Muse turns into the opposite sex for a specified amount of time.

  • Habitually Violent:

    Muse becomes extremely violent and will attempt to pick fights with anyone they talk to.

  • Leather Panties and Stockings:

    Muse is forced to dress up in a very sexual manner for a specified amount of time, becoming extremely horny as a result.

  • Crossover:

    Muse becomes part of another fandom for a specified amount of time. Anon decides what.

  • Sweet Lips:

    Muse will give a kiss to anyone who utters the words 'sweet lips'. Can be via ask, replies or rebloging.

  • Docilely Submissive:

    Muse becomes an adorable little uke for a specified amount of time, as obedient as a dog and as playful as a kitten. Anon may choose who for.

  • Aggressively Dominant:

    Muse becomes a sadistic seme for a specified amount of time. Anon may choose who for.

  • Amnesia:

    Muse forgets everything about themselves, from their name to what they ate for breakfast.

  • OOC:

    Muse becomes seriously out of character for a specified amount of time.

  • Delusions of Grandeur:

    Muse starts to believe they are better than everyone, becomes the most important person in their universe and has a false sense of confidence, bragging about everything.

  • Of Love and Stuffing:

    Muse starts carrying around a plushy, becoming extremely attached to it. Anon may specify what, or else it is Muse's most loved person, thing, or animal.

Bring it, Magic Anons

  • lBaby Mine:

    Muse is a child again (Anon states exact age and for how long)

  • Hear No Evil:

    Muse is deaf. (Anon states how long)

  • See No Evil:

    Muse is blind. (Anon states how long)

  • Speak No Evil:

    Muse is mute. (Anon states how long)

  • Ghost:

    Muse is found 'dead' and they must watch their loved ones mourn. Lasts for (anon decides) until muse comes back.

  • Remember:

    Muse will suffer Memory Loss for 2 Days

  • Phobia:

    Muse is terribly afraid of something or someone (Anon specifies) for 3 hours

  • Switch:

    Muse has to switch gender for (Anon decides how long)

  • Confess:

    Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours

  • Split:

    Muse splits into two versions of themselves for 2 hours

  • Nightmare:

    Muse is plagued with horrific images and scenes both in sleeping and in waking for a day

  • Hallucination:

    Muse sees things for (Anon decides)

  • Injury:

    Muse will be injured somehow (anon decides severity, injury, and how long)

  • Animal:

    Muse will turn into a Animal (anon or mun choose) for (anon decides)

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