forum I Don't Think I'm Helping You Guys...

Started January 04, 2019 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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Yall are having two very distinctly different conversations.

I had a dream where I was trying to reach my friend but I kept falling deeper into the Circles of Hell until I reached the last one and was consumed by grimy ice.

that sounds horrible..

You want that fluff here or in your PM?

it's up to you, you could do both if you want

I had a dream where I was trying to reach my friend but I kept falling deeper into the Circles of Hell until I reached the last one and was consumed by grimy ice.

that sounds horrible..

The way I described it there is the less terrifying version.

I'll do both!

The bar lay silent as he, in a very bad mood by the way, stepped through the door.
He was a very tall man, with thick, blonde hair and azure eyes. He was lean, amd had a perpetual scowl, imposing shoulders, and toned forearms. On his jugular, the words ‘’numb to all’ were tattooed. His name, Arres Rodhardt. A freak in more ways than one.
“What the fuck's his problem?” A tall, burly skinhead said, glaring at him as he played pool, bracing himself for a shot on the long, sturdy table, which was fixed with green velvet.
“Shut up?” Arres growled, more pleading than demanding, walking up to the nearest empty table, and slamming his hands down on it. He stood over it, seething with rage as he tried to collect himself and calm down.
The skinhead didn't take it so well.
“I'm sorry what the fuck did you just say!?” He asked, challenging as he approached the angry young man.
He took Arres's lack of response as an insult. Before long he grew restless, and raised his pool-cue above his head.
Arres drew in a sharp breath and the bartender flinched as the pool cue broke over Arres's blonde head. The bar lay silent again.
Suddenly Arres took a step back. His shoulders and hips swiveled. He cocked his fist back, and let it fly at the man who'd attacked him. It slammed into his face with the force and speed of a wrecking-ball, breaking his face and propelling him ten or more feet back into the pool table with enough force to crack it and nearly tip it over. Whatever Arres was, he wasn't human. He wiped the blood from his knuckles on his face, absent-mindedly.
Arres let out an ungodly shouting roar. One that shook the bar. Poolballs jangled in the pits they'd been shot into. Glass cups shuddered across tables, liquid sloshing within them. A few bottles of booze fell to the ground and shattered, but they were drowned out in the roar. The sound of it was like the scream of a demon from Hell. Only ramped up on a hundred concert speakers, and heavily distorted. It became less noisy. He stood silent, as he shook hia head in disgust.
When Arres was done yelling the bar fell silent. He continued to seeth with inhuman rage. He barely noticed as a pair of arms, with angular elbows, rigid knuckles, long, thin, lean forearms, and lightly muscled upper-arms, wrapped around his body. Workboots a couple sizes smaller than Arres's own stood behind him.
“Arres… I-It's over…” A voice well-suited for whining stammered. “You got him babe…” It whined on. It was Markus.
“I'm sorry.” Arres replied, his gravelly voice echoing against the silent bar as he looked down at the shifter. Markus's mess of wavy, dark russet hair tickled his chin.
Arres cupped the smaller guy's cheek, their blue eyes stared into each other.
The bartender found his courage and chimed up, heading to them.
“S-Sir… um… You messed the place up pretty bad-” He was interrupted.
“The press follows me everywhere, unfortunately.” Arres explained. “Whatever damage I've caused here will be more than covered for by the publicity you'll receive.” He finished, picking Markus up with one hand and setting him on his shoulders as easily as most picked up empty plastic bags.
Markus giggled, holding on tight.
They left.
“That guy man, what a freak.” Sarah chimed up, stepping out from a shadowy corner. She smiled. Just then a chattering and snapping of cameras could be perceived outside. “And as he said, there's the press. Someone must've called the authorities!” She chuckled.
Arres and Markus walked down the streets of Chicago, narrowly avoiding cameras and microphones.
“Sorry you had to see that…” Arres grumbled. He let the smaller boy off of his shoulders, ruffling his hair as he put on a smile that looked rather painful on him.
“It's OK.” Markus assured, as Arres took off his sunglasses at the dark clouds ahead.
“Should've brought an umbrella.” He sulked.
Markus chortled.

It's a first draft… So sorry…

I really like the concept! The first half/fight scene was written very well, I could imagine it, and the fluff was really cute ^.^

It's really cute actually!

Thanks my dude.
Your fluff is way better than mine!
So you keep at it! I know you'll be a fucking star one day Jensen… You've done some great things… Very great things!

It's really cute actually!

Thanks.

Thanks my dude.
Your fluff is way better than mine!
So you keep at it! I know you'll be a fucking star one day Jensen… You've done some great things… Very great things!

what are you talking about?? I hardly ever write fluff and it doesn't even come close to yours

Thanks my dude.
Your fluff is way better than mine!
So you keep at it! I know you'll be a fucking star one day Jensen… You've done some great things… Very great things!

what are you talking about?? I hardly ever write fluff and it doesn't even come close to yours

Bullshit… It skyrockets past mine. It's much deeper and more romantic…

Jensen, when you write we feel with the characters… Your writing is vivid and stunning, and prodigious to say the very least.

Ahh now I'm embarrassed… but seriously I love your writing, there's a reason I asked you to write fluff for me to read lmao

Well I love your writing.
No need to be embarrassed, dear. Honestly it's amazing.

lkjshdkjsdhfglkjshfdg no stopp

Why? You really deserve every bit of praise you get.
Jensen I love you so goddamn much. You mean the world to me!

Shuri noooo
now I'm all happy and giggling, dammit
but thank you… I love you too, and I really appreciate you. You made me feel a lot better ^.^

Mm. That's all I want to do. You're just so charming and witty and I look forward to seeing you get big and stuff out there in the world!

That probably won't happen lmao. But thank you

Yes the absolute fuck it will… Even if you don't get rich and famous yourself, I sure as Hell will… And I'm pulling this community (you included) up with me!

Fame isn't something I want lol. I want my writing to be recognized and enjoyed, but I don't want fame to go with it. That's why I write with a fake name (forgot what it's called but there's a word for that)

A pen name?

I looked it up it's called a pseudonym