HAPPY BIRTHDAY AEO!
AoM is now spamming my school bulletin boards bwahahaha.
For those of you not yet caught up on the times, Aeo is a good friend of mine and author of a webcomic called “Age of Mortality,” which is a breath of fresh air within a genre so cluttered by generic archetypes and plots. While I cannot in good conscious tell you my absolute favorite aspects of Age of Mortality (because spoilers), I can at least tell you the the protagonist, though male, is a emaciated empath who does not end up tangled in a romance plotline of any sort and who is generally the most passive and acquiecing person you will ever meet. His name is Kaikuro.
This is his story.
And it is damn worth reading.
You’re so good to me, Rooster. I love you :>
Medic calling for Heavy.
btw. I want the ‘E’ key to have the ‘Help me!’ voice command for Medic and not him calling for another Medic (who doesn’t exist anyway). Everybody just thinks: ‘Oh he is calling for another Medic, I’m no Medic, I can ignore this.’
Class: Sniper. yeeaaahhh!!!
Best friend: Engineer.
First kiss: Medic. ;)
Lover: Pyro. yeah this is good
Cockblocked: Scout hahahhahahahfksdfjskdl
No. of children: 3. that’s 3 kids too much, pyro darling
This is like… a script for a shitty self-insert fanfic.
^ Let’s play the self-insert fanfic game.
Best friend: Spy
First kiss: Soldier
No. of children: ……100. No. Nononononon.
Best friend & lover: Medic
First kiss: Pyro
Cockblocked: Heavy (lol)
No. of children: Twins.
I am fairly down with this arrangement
Best friend: Scout
First kiss: Spy
Lover: Heavy (YES)
Cockblocked: Sniper (aww poor bby yo you want Spy he’s a good kisser I know)
No, of children: One
Shit, a fine assortment. *victory flex*
Best Friend: Sniper
First Kiss: Sniper
No. of Children: 5
Best friend: Pyro
First kiss: Engi
Cock Blocked: SOlly
Fck that noise! (100 god damned children! Screw that!ANd how in hell do you get cock blocked by a solly!)
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David Levithan, Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List (via durianquotes)
But the payoff in the end is worth it, I think.
// You can’t tell me this is not probably what Spy looks like. //
" Why choose pickles? " He cackled folding his arms and leaning closer " Why, do I really have to remind you of the taste, my dear sweet Sophie " he whispered with another throaty cackled. It was too much of amusement for him to be teasing the poor girl like that, knowing all too well how shy she is about such topics. Especially when he spoke like that " Also it would seem you have forgotten your own experience of pickle rubbing yes? ” he raised a brow, straightening up again ” Or need I remind you of that day you were quite the dashing man ” Friedrich laughed.
If Sophie were red before, there was no describing the colour change in her surely flushed cheeks, nor the strangled sound of astonished embarrassment. Anyone near by would have sworn someone choking on some perticular item or beverage, perhaps even a pickle?
"I! FREIDRICH- YOU- HUSH YOURSELf! For GODS sake! You dont just-" oh how Sophie precticaly writhed in embaresment, the very last statement throwing her for the proverbial loop. "SHHHHHH USH! SHH< NO! For the love of all that is holy!" She didnt know whether to smile or to hide, but settles instead for clapping a hand over his mouth! "I do NOT need to be reminded about the taste of ANY pickles thank you very much and the only kind of pickle rubbings are the kinds you can buy from the grocery store that come out of a jar, are green and go onto a sandwhich." The memory of a rather awkward man hood would not be going away any time soon and it was a very good thing such a gender specific item was no longer on her body.
Despite the hand on his mouth, Friedrich was quite literally dying of laughter, shoulders writhing in merriment to witnessing his poor flushed friend. It took him a long moment to finally calm down and remove her hand ” Oh my dear Sophie, you never seize to entertain ” he cackled some more before waving a hand around in a dismissive gesture ” Do not worry, no one knows and no one heard. However do not hide the fact you liked it ” he wiggled his brows going into a fit of laughter again ” Because, I know you did “.
Though he didn’t let it last long, sighing contently to the good laugh ” Either way, there really is nothing wrong with rubbing pickles. They create this rather ‘nifty’ sound when you do so ” he crackled a feral grin trying not to laugh once more.
"I - you- you cant! FRIEDRICH WERTHER YOU - you- INSUFFERABLE man!" if Friedrich had wanted to make Sophie squirm and wiggle there was no better way to do so other than this! His laughter simply added fuel to the fire of shamed embaresment, her cheeks radiating heat like a furnace.
Chances are she could have calmed down if it weren’t for that very last statement! The very thought of it! “What on earth kind of sound is made by pickles! I can’t even - how! No Friedrich - is it the pickles or the people that make sounds cause right now I feel so confused i just wanna - ahhhhhh!”
Friedrich will find himself with a red faced medic flopped into his chest hiding away her expression in the fabric of his coat, groaning and sputtering for all the world to hear