Thar Posted January 31, 2014 Author Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 Me x Opal x Yin x Hatcher Night x Yin x Hatcher. Because, I suggested it in a status months ago. Night x brick sounds more fun to write. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Desu the Blue Nerd Posted January 31, 2014 Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 Me x Opal x Yin x Hatcher Night x Yin x Hatcher. Because, I suggested it in a status months ago. But Pika is my secret mod crush. And Night is incredibly boring. Night x brick sounds more fun to write. NightxNight is always an option, y'know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just Crouton Posted January 31, 2014 Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 Night x brick sounds more fun to write. But Pika is my secret mod crush. And Night is incredibly boring. NightxNight is always an option, y'know. ____ Okay, Legend Zero x Yin x Hatcher "Don't give it to a hero. Save it for a Zero!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thar Posted January 31, 2014 Author Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 NightxNight is always an option, y'know. So... schizophrenic mirror holder who's tsundere for his own reflection? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Warden Posted January 31, 2014 Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 Desu, I think I have more to complain about being OOC here, granted now that I think about if I were to have a space pod it certainly wouldn't be made out of metal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thar Posted January 31, 2014 Author Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 Desu, I think I have more to complain about being OOC here, granted now that I think about if I were to have a space pod it certainly wouldn't be made out of metal. I checked to see, and I don't think I specified what the pod was made of. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Warden Posted January 31, 2014 Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 It survived impact, which what I would use certainly wouldn't do. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thar Posted January 31, 2014 Author Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 What would you use? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Warden Posted January 31, 2014 Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 Flesh; going round the cosmos Zerg style. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thar Posted January 31, 2014 Author Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 Flesh can survive impact. You gotta layer the f*ck out of it, but it's doable. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Warden Posted January 31, 2014 Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 I prefer explosive finales Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thar Posted January 31, 2014 Author Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 I prefer explosive finales Ah well... can't do much about that. Though, that DOES make me wanna add a little more to Jake grinding it. You took this much better than Alice did. She got a bit pissed at me. But I still find it hilarious so whatever really. Although I would say her making a pop culture reference is certainly way out of character. I'll just take this opportunity to quote this and say the wrecking ball thing was TOTALLY last minute. I was literally just thinking about what should happen while Striker was unconscious in the abandoned building Then the idea came up where the building collapses around him Then I automatically thought of a wrecking ball, because how else are you gonna break down a brick building? Then I was like wait wait hold the phone "wrecking ball" Miley Cyrus ... Why the f*ck am I doing this *typetypetypetype* So yeah, Alice, I can see you're reading this, and I apologize for going that far, but when it comes to finishing stories, it just pours out without any second thought. Please don't hate me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bahamut - Envoy of the End Posted January 31, 2014 Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 btw, if Lunar x DD isn't agreed with on both parties, then I'm tossing it. Well... yes... despite everything. Just the image of Striker running into a door with a plank of wood nailed to his head in his boxers, and of Alice swinging from a demolition device singing "WRECKKKKKKKK-INGGGGG BAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!" was strangely amusing. ...I feel unclean now :mellow: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Night Posted January 31, 2014 Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 Night x Yin x Hatcher Night x brick NightxNight All approved. The first mainly because I want to see just how hilariously uncomfortable Yin would get, spiting Pika is just a consolation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lt. Colonel Remo Posted January 31, 2014 Report Share Posted January 31, 2014 All approved. The first mainly because I want to see just how hilariously uncomfortable Yin would get, spiting Pika is just a consolation. plot twist: Yin is actually the kinkiest of the three Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thar Posted February 1, 2014 Author Report Share Posted February 1, 2014 I have a pretty good idea how I can combine all three of those. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maeriberii Haan Posted February 1, 2014 Report Share Posted February 1, 2014 Oh my, dis gonna be gud. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lonk Posted February 3, 2014 Report Share Posted February 3, 2014 Hey Thar, Do Axi x RAEG Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thar Posted February 3, 2014 Author Report Share Posted February 3, 2014 Hello? Anyone here? [spoiler=Pride and Promiscuity - Creator x Lora (5,273 words)]“Jake, you’ve just been, wait for it… HEART BROKEN.” Lora had a smirk on her face as she watched her dad, Jake, black out in shock. Jake and Broken were a fragile OTP that was destined to be shattered, but the plan was over. Lora was done with the act, and Broken acknowledged that. “So…” Broken started, “Now that that’s out of the way-” “No.” Lora’s kept her answer swift and frank. Broken curled his lips and shrugged, “Alright, whatever.” He stretched, putting his pants on. Lora dropped the bed sheets to reveal a black Bandeau bra and boy-bottom shorts. The illusion was sustained while the sheets were covering most of her body, and from what the two of them saw, it was successful. “Broken…” Lora hesitated to say before Broken reached the doorway of the room, “Is dad’s fic worth reading? You know, just for sh*ts and giggles?” Broken put his hand to his chin in thought, “Well, if you put it that way… no, it’s not.” Lora looked at her unconscious father, “Good to know.” She rested her chin on her hand, looking out the window and hearing the group of angry people outside attempting to storm the Hotel. After a while, Broken came out of the entrance. “Don’t you lifeless nerds have something better to do than to raid this pointless building?” Broken’s voice was like music to Lora’s ears as everyone in the crowd started going by what he said, heading away from the Hotel and muttering comments that related to preparing for the upcoming tournament in the TCG Forum and other things. Silence followed, and Lora plopped down onto her pillow. “Creator’s gonna kill me…” She sighed, putting a hand on her forehead and wiping down her face, “I gotta meet up with him tomorrow,” She then covered her face with both hands, “Oh, but I have Art class tomorrow. Sh*t! I don’t have time for this!” All she could do was punch the bed, later relaxing and taking deep breaths, “It’ll be fine. I’ll work things out. Maybe he can come visit me at work. Yeah! That’ll work!” With that in mind, she closed her eyes and- “Ah, sh*t, that’s right!” She groaned, jumping out of bed and grabbing Jake by the ankles, pulling him across the floor into his own room. She didn’t bother to lift him from the floor onto his bead, “You always liked the floor anyway.” She adjusted her hair, returning to her bed and immediately falling asleep for the night. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, Lora scrambled to get ready for work. It was rather early for what she was used to, but any complaint towards that would be pointless. She threw on something that resembled nothing too flashy but nothing too professional. The art school was not a place where first impressions were a necessity. Everyone there knew each other, but Lora was the least known amongst them. “Still can’t believe I have to substitute for Night,” she groaned, “I’m NOT artistic at all. I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.” She threw on her last article of clothing before she ran into the bathroom to do her make-up. By the time she was done, she threw her handbag over her shoulder and ran out the door. Respective with the time of day, the Graphic Showcase building was deserted. To her knowledge, she was the first person to arrive. However, she looked up, seeing a massive fortress floating a yonder from the forum. She took a deep breath, “I knew he’d be here, but is he on the ground yet?” In her pondering, she dug in her handbag for the key to the locked door, pulling out a chain that weighed more than her actual handbag. “Let’s see, which one is it again?” She frustratingly flipped through and tried each key on the door, one and the other not fitting, “Damn it, it’s GOTTA be one of these!” She kept trying, later hearing the sound of footsteps behind her. Frightened, she turned around to see Tormey arriving for class. “Tormey?” she gasped, “You’re… early.” “I’m only fifteen minutes early,” Tormey replied, “Either way, it gives me extra time to work on my piece.” Lora believed him, “Okay,” She continued to fondle her keys, hoping one of them unlocked the door. Tormey watched in amusement. “I think I know which one it is, teach,” Tormey said, grabbing the keys from Lora and pulling out what appeared to be at random a key from the bunch, pressing it into the lock on the handle and turning it. To his surprise, the handle turned with the key, “That’s funny… the door was unlocked.” Lora was dumbstruck, “…unlocked? But I’m the first one here…” She caught another glimpse of the floating fortress above, piecing it together. She didn’t bother to tell Tormey, but she tried to make an excuse, “No one stole a key and broke in, did they?” She said in pretend shock, running into the building. Tormey didn’t know what to do but follow her into the dark art room that became light when she flipped the switch. She was breathing heavily… too heavily. “Oh, thank God,” she gasped, “At least the artwork isn’t vandalized.” She started walking toward the door that led to her office, “Well, sit anywhere, I guess.” She pulled out her big set of keys, again, trying to find the right one to fit the lock. She paused, twisting the door handle to see it was also unlocked. Sighing, she opened the door, shocked to see that Creator was sitting at her desk. His feet were sitting on the edge of her desk as he slouched back on the chair with both hands grasping the back of his head. Lora closed the door before she said anything, “So you WERE here…” Creator gave a single huff of laughter, “’How did I get in here,’ she says.” Lora scoffed at the remark, “Don’t be that way. How did you get in without the key?” Creator mocked the scoff, “‘How did you get in without the key?’ she says.” Lora sighed in frustration, curling her lips at Creator, “You underestimate me, you know that? A mere doorknob is no match for my lock picking skills.” “Lock picking?” Lora asked, coming closer, “A guy like you picking locks? I just don’t see it.” “Again, you underestimate me.” He crossed his legs the other direction, leaning further back in his chair, “Lock picking is elementary in the art of sabotage.” “Sounds more like something a dedicated, overweight pervert would start doing after playing Dungeons and Dragons.” “You’re a fool, Lora, but that’s why I love you.” Creator sighed, “You can’t just learn to pick locks after playing a game where dice determines your success. It takes true skill to master such a feat. Calling it out from a lame table-top game is like saying Rome was built in a day.” “I’m sure if it was, you’d be the one to achieve that.” Creator laughed, “I’m flattered. Now, you want your desk back?” He leaned back further, spreading his arms to display the area before he lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor. Lora hunching over laughing, but Creator did not move from the lying-down position he was in. “Are you alright?” Lora chuckled. Creator groaned, “Again, you underestimate me…” he reached out his hand, “…care to come over here and help me up?” “I thought I underestimated you.” Lora sneered, “I’m sure you can get yourself up like you learned lock picking.” Creator forced the act of being in pain, “Nooo, I need your help. This act of ‘getting up’ cannot be achieved without the help of the awesome Lora.” Lora rolled her eyes, walking over to where Creator lied and holding out her hand. Creator grabbed I, pulling her onto the floor with him. She gasped, instinctively trying to get herself off of him, but she gave it to his touch. “Creator, I…” she whispered, “...don’t you wanna get up?” “Nah, let’s lay down for a while.” He replied in a flirty voice, letting out a laugh between his closed lips as he closed them in on Lora’s. Lora accepted them, later feeling her blouse being lifted from her waist. “Creator!” She shouted, immediately softening her voice, wary of Tormey in the other room, “…in here?” “Where else, my dear?” Creator’s smile was a rare sight, more notably this one. Lora sighed, letting Creator’s hands wander her body. The sensation was unbearable to resist as she closed her eyes and let out a sigh of pleasure, prompting Creator to continue. Lora suddenly perked up, looking at the time. “Damn it, class is about to start!” Creator didn’t move, “Just tell them it’s a free period. You are a substitute, you know.” Lora praised the idea. She stood up, adjusting her blouse to look presentable for at least a few seconds. She could hear the bustling of students gathering in the room as the clock read the starting time. She looked at the desk, seeing the mountain of paperwork that took over it. Looking at Creator, she read his mind, heaving the papers off and hurrying into the other room. “Class is a free period today!” She gasped, slamming the papers on the front desk of the classroom and immediately walking back into the office, closing the door and locking it. Her breathing got heavier as she walked back towards where Creator lied, rejoining him, “Where were we?” “We were about to go on the desk?” Creator answered, “You did clear it off for that reason, am I right?” “Oh yes, right!” She stood up, pulling Creator up with her. Creator had her in a tight embrace as he lowered her onto the desk. Lora grabbed Creator by the collar and rolled him over, making him have the bottom. She took off her blouse, lowering herself to give Creator the goods. She started to moan. “You should moan something that’ll convince the students that this isn’t happening.” Creator whispered. Lora immediately shot up, “Ugh! I know nothing about art! Why am I even here?!” Creator laughed, “Perfect!” The two returned to making sweet, sweet love for the rest of the period. ------------------------------------------------------------ It felt like the next morning for Lora when she woke up in her office, which was dark and deserted. She looked over to see that Creator was gone. She sighed in frustration, “Yeah, he WOULD do that.” She groaned as she sat up on her desk, feeling a draft up her skirt that reminded her that she wasn’t wearing any panties. All it took to find them was a glance at the chair, where they lied in a manner where they couldn’t have just been thrown there. “…he would do THAT as well.” Lora rolled her eyes and sighed again, standing up to slip her panties back on and adjust her clothes to look presentable again. She felt uneasy doing all this in a room without the light on. Making her final adjustments, she took a deep breath and walked out the office into the classroom, which was empty. Lora was relieved, but she was not comfortable with what sort of rumors could spread from the students’ dirty imaginations. She made her way out of the building, blocking her eyes from the blinding sun for a second before quickly adapting. At this point, her vision became clear enough to see a familiar Mod at the corner of her eye. From behind, Lora hardly recognized him, but from what she saw, he was holding a hand mirror. The man was stroking his hair with his hand, and the sight made Lora scoff through her nostrils as her eyes rolled. As she walked forward, she could then see the same man bashing himself in the head with the mirror, yelling at himself for doing so. “The f*ck?” Lora raised a brow, shaking her head and continuing onward. She knew the world was crazy, but what she just saw was genuinely bizarre. With this thought, her mind segued to her father, Jake, who she thought was relative to the term in question. Even as his daughter, Lora couldn’t help but think of Jake as a schizophrenic just like the man with the hand mirror. The idea was just a way to label him for satiric purposes, but to Lora, it worked. “I need to stop letting my mind wonder off like this,” she frustratingly stated, shaking her head and rubbing her temples, “Any further and I’ll become one of them. Just stay down to Earth, Lora! You’re not an astronaut!” As she tapped both sides of her temples with her knuckles, she opened her eyes to see a strange aura in the sky not too far from where she stood. Buildings blocked direct view of it, but she knew it was coming from the direction of the Hotel. Curious, she quickened her pace, finding herself being flanked by a squad of thread control, also known as “Lockers.” With those guys running around, there was more than just an angry member or a spambot; someone has committed a crime worthy of the front page of “the Fad”, the city’s local newspaper. Lora tried to figure out who was the criminal, not surprising herself when she narrowed it down to her father. “Fantastic. What’d he do HIS time?” ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Lora turned up a block before the Hotel before she saw the streets crowded with spectators. A helicopter was hovering as high as the Hotel’s upper half, scouting the streets. They watched as Jake was escorted out of the front door by a pair of officers who had him in cuffs, followed by Creator with something held between two fingers. Lora was more curious of what he was holding then what Jake did to deserve such treatment, but she struggled to get through the crowd to get close to her father, failing to get anywhere near him. “Sorry Lora, but you can’t talk to your dad,” A Mod in uniform said, preventing her from walking any further. “Mugen, I just wanna know what he did.” “I don’t know the details, but your dad’s been hiding some inappropriate content in his hard drive that turned up in our database. We believe he’s distributing them amongst the residents of the Hotel.” Lora’s jaw dropped, “…really?!” Mugen nodded, not saying a word, “Sorry Lora, but this can’t continu-” “I don’t care what you do to him,” Lora interrupted, “I just want to know what this ‘inappropriate content’ is.” “I told you, I don’t know the details. Creator does, though. You should ask him. He should be following Jake to his escort car.” Mugen stood aside and let Lora through. She watched as Jake willingly walked with the two escorting officers, looking down in shame. For a brief moment, Jake looked up to make eye contact with Lora. Lora could see the humility in his eyes just before he entered the vehicle. Creator was immediately behind him, still holding the curious device in his fingers. “Creator,” Lora called out to him as she walked up to him, “…what happened?” “I’ll tell you everything in court.” Creator let the device in his fingers drop into his palm, where he made wrapped his fist around it and put it in his front pocket. Lora sighed as Creator input a command to be phased into his floating fortress, looking back at Lora and holding out his hand, “You coming?” Lora stuttered, “Um, yeah!” she grabbed Creator’s hand and followed him through the beam of light that sent their phased bodies into the interior of the fortress. “Wait here,” Creator said to Lora as he walked down a hall into a room. Lora looked around, examining the place. For whom could be her future companion, Lora felt honored to have all this at her disposal. The fortress was complete with marble columns and gold trimming along the corners of the walls. The stairs spiraled up to what appeared to be an observatory. Creator returned empty-handed, “What I was just holding was a miniature hard-drive which I put inside Jake’s computer in his room while the Hotel was dead. It contains a copy of every byte of data in his main hard drive. This copied data is then sent to one of my own computers via radio wave.” Lora nodded in interest, “That’s pretty cool, but isn’t that just a waste of space?” “Yes, but don’t think I’m not less than a genius. I put a special filter in the system that only sends pictures and videos, and boy, did I get a jackpot.” “Jackpot of what?” Lora turned red in the cheeks, grimacing, “Don’t tell me… porn?” “Even better.” Creator seemed to have came out of the room he went into with a couple of pictures in the chest pocket. He pulled them out, showing a few pictures of Lora in her bathing suit. Lora’s eyes widened. “A-are… are those me?” “Oh yes.” “But I don’t remember my dad taking pictures of me!” Lora was shouting now, “I would’ve CLOBBERED the guy if I saw him with a camera pointed at me!” “That’s the thing, though. These weren’t taken by your dad.” Lora raised a brow, “Wait… so if my dad didn’t take those pictures, then who did?” “That’s the question, and that’s what we’re going to court to find out.” Creator put the photos back in his pocket, “I decided to keep some of these photos, though. You don’t mind, do you?” Lora was about to say something, but exhaled the words out and avoided eye contact, “No, as long as it’s you of all people, I guess I don’t mind.” She grimaced again, “Though, the idea of my dad oogling them just… ugh. As long as I don’t see them, you can keep them.” “So… I can’t frame them?” Lora flinched, “No! I don’t want to see those pictures on your wall! That’s crossing the line!” Her face was cherry red, and Creator laughed. “Alright, I won’t frame them. But I will keep them on my hard drive.” Lora sighed again, “As long as I don’t see them…” She started walking toward the platform that the two beamed onto, “Shall we go?” “We have a while,” Creator said, gesturing around the area, “Make yourself at home. Take a shower. Help yourself to the fridge. Turn the TV on. Kill some time.” Lora smiled at the hospitality, “Okay, I will.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Court day came the next day. Creator walked down the hallway from his room, adjusting his tie and loosening his suit by shaking the collar. Meanwhile, Lora was asleep on the couch in the TV room with headphones anchored onto her head. The cushions around the speakers were plastered around the sides of her head, just barely muffling out the sound that blared inside them. Creator witnessed this image of Lora and was tempted to pull out his phone and take a picture, but he hesitated when Lora started to show signs of consciousness. “Lora,” Creator called out to her, “Wake up. It’s court day.” Lora groaned as she turned over to face the back of the couch, “Damn it, five more minutes…” Creator sighed, but couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, five minutes, but if you’re not up by then, I’m sending a picture of you sleeping to the judge.” “Oh, no you won’t!” Lora immediately jumped off the couch, causing her headphones to slip off and fall onto the floor. She rushed down the hall behind Creator to the bathroom where the mirror was, fixing her hair and straightening out the clothes she put on before her nap. She could hear Creator laughing in the other room, “Don’t laugh! You’re not a girl, you don’t understand!” Creator entered the bathroom, “I’m laughing because of how easy it was to get you out of bed.” Lora’s cheeks turned red at the sound of the remark. She sighed, continuing to struggle with her hair when Creator wrapped his arms around her waist. Lora gasped, but hesitated to remove them as he started kissing her neck. The sensation made Lora close her eyes and start taking deep breaths, “It’s also funny how easy it is for me to settle you down.” Lora was too relaxed to be offended, “Only you, Creator. If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t be so easy.” “But where’s the fun in that?” Creator started breathing directly into Lora’s ear, whispering his words, “I like it when you are difficult. If you were always this easy, this relationship we have would be boring.” Lora giggled, “You saying I should be more of a b*tch to you?” “As long as it’s real and not just to satisfy me.” Lora laughed again and made some last adjustments to her appearance. Creator began to let go of her waist before she tightened them again, “Keep holding me. It makes me feel prettier.” Creator scoffed, “As you wish.” As soon as Lora was ready, the two stood on the beaming platform and ended up by the Hotel, where Creator’s motorcycle was parked. On the motorcycle were two helmets, both of which Creator tossed aside before climbing on. He looked back at Lora, reaching out his hand, “Well, let’s go.” Lora hesitated at first, but she accepted his hand and sat on the seat behind him, wrapping her arms around him. Creator revved up the engine, making the bike vibrate. He could hear Lora’s breathing get heavier. Creator put it in gear and accelerated over the speed limit in a matter of seconds, making Lora grab tighter. The streets of Clubs & Organizations were laid out like a grid with one to four buildings per block, with the older buildings showing signs of worn-out brickwork and cracked walkways. Lurkers could be seen near those buildings, watching every vehicle that passed by and spraying graffiti on the walls. The courthouse was not far from where they took off from. It did not appear like a traditional courthouse that usually consist of large columns and many, MANY stairs all painted white. This courthouse appeared to be an ordinary apartment building. Signs of rejuvenation could be spotted amongst its architecture as well as the entourage of freshly-paved concrete, recently planted shrubs and trees, and a statue of a Mod named Marblezone, who used to be the judge that resided in the courthouse. Creator and Lora hopped off the motorcycle, holding hands as they entered the building. A bustling crowd welcomed them as they were ushered in and seated right next to the walkway. At the front of the room was a typical courtroom getup; the judge’s pedestal stood tall while the witness’s pedestal dwarfed in comparison. The jury’s bench skimmed the right wall while at the left sat a wide-screen TV used for video evidence. “Please rise for the honorable Judge Yin!” shouted the bailiff, prompting everyone in the room to stand. Lora was dumbstruck as she looked around the room in confusion, not knowing to stand up for a couple seconds before Creator pulled her up himself. Lora looked down in embarrassment, fidgeting with her thumbs to distract herself from it. She looked up, seeing Yin approach her pedestal and seat herself. “This court is now in session,” Yin announced, “You may be seated. Today we will hold the hearing of Jake the Sage versus the city of YCM, with the charges being the leakage of inappropriate photography and video footage to the masses.” The jury entered the room, seating themselves in the benches provided for them, “Let’s begin. Would the representatives please present themselves?” Creator stood up, drawing the attention of everyone around him, “I represent the defending party, Jake the Sage!” Everyone in the room murmured. Lora looked at him confusedly, and Creator looked down at her and winked, which only made her more confused. He walked down the walkway to the lawyer’s table, seating himself. “Very well,” Yin said, “…and the representative for the city?” Mugen stood up from the audience, making his way to the other table and seating himself. Creator glared at Mugen from across the room, but Mugen paid no mind to it. He held his head high, not even resting his arms on the table as Creator did. “We are set then,” Yin said, “Who is willing to start?” Creator shot up, “I will, your honor.” He dusted off his suit, clearing his throat, “I call Jake the Sage to the stand.” Heads could be heard turning as Jake rose from his seat and walked up to the witness’s stand. His head was slightly drooping to show the shame he felt for being summoned, seating himself in the chair on the pedestal. He sighed, making his vows with the bailiff before Creator approached him. “Well now, Jake, you’re in quite a mess, aren’t you?” Mugen stood up, “Objection!” “Mugen sit your ass down!” Mugen obliged with Yin’s expression confirming it, “Now Jake, if I’m not mistaken, you and Lora are pretty close, right?” Jake raised a brow, “Well… yeah, she’s my daughter.” Lora cringed at the sound of her dad claiming that. “Of course she is. Why else would you two be living in the same place together?” Both Jake and Lora frowned at the rhetorical question, “Anyway, I’m sure you know why you’re here, correct?” “I know why I’m here, but I don’t know why things turned out the way they did.” Jake’s voice was just barely comprehendible to the audience. “I don’t know, either. But that’s why we’re here, is it not?” “Yes, I suppose so.” “Well then let’s try and narrow it down.” Creator turned to the jury, pulling out a few photos of Lora in her bikini, “Look carefully at these pictures. These along with many others were stored in Jake’s hard drive.” He turned back to Jake, “Do you deny this, Jake?” “No, they were indeed in my hard drive,” Jake sighed, “But I was not the one who uploaded them into it.” “So it’s not your fault as far as how you got them. Question is… why did you KEEP them?” The audience burst into a murmur. Yin slammed her gavel, silencing them. Jake turned red from embarrassment, “…because they were precious to me.” “Precious? How so?” Jake shot a deadly glare at Creator, “How so? Tell me, Creator: If you had a daughter of your own and you had a collection of adorable photos of her, would you just toss them?” Creator pondered, “Hrm, well if you put it THAT way… yes, I would, because if I had photos of my daughter in a bikini with all her lady lumps developed, I’d avoid them at all times to avoid thinking of her in inappropriate ways.” Creator smirked, “but that’s not the case, now is it? Lora isn’t my daughter, which brings me to the next point.” He walked back up to the jury, “Answer me this: If you had a significant other for whom you cherish with your life, and you had a collection of photos of her half-naked body, would that make you a pervert?” “Objection!” Mugen stood up again, “Irrelevance!” “Overruled.” Yin calmly replied. Mugen slowly sat back down, sighing. “Are you done, Mugen?” Creator said, “Anyway, would you be considered a pervert? Well, let’s consider the ethics: You cherish this person with your life and you know for a fact that they cherish you the same way. If that’s the case, then there is a very strong trust between you two, right? So if you have a collection of photos of them sitting in your hard drive, and she trusts you with them, that’d be okay.” He went back to Jake, “But this case is different, isn’t it Jake?” Jake vainly nodded. “Indeed, it is. You trust Lora, so that’s half the puzzle, but she doesn’t trust you. Without both pieces together, there’s no mutual trust.” He turned back to the jury, “So there you go. It’s not a matter of pervertedness, it’s a matter of trust issues that make it APPEAR perverted. So maybe he’s telling the truth!” The jury exchanged whispers as the crowd echoed them. “May I please have order?” Yin shouted, again, silencing the crowd. The jury continued to whisper, facing back forward. “Now for the real case at hand,” Creator was now well in between the pedestals and the crowd, looking towards the left wall, “Who was the one who leaked all this information to the public? Was it Jake?” Jake stood up, “No, I swear it wasn-” “Jake!” Yin interrupted, “Sit down and let him speak.” Jake obeyed. Creator continued, “Was it Jake? Can’t say, considering he knows full well that posting such things would be a bad idea. He’s been here long enough to know that. But if it wasn’t Jake, then who was it?” He took a deep breath, “I’ll tell you who it was. It was someone who cherishes Lora with his life. Someone who knows that she cherishes him back in the same way and trusts him with such content.” He looked at Lora, who looked back with a glare in her eyes, “…it was me. I sent him the pictures. I’m the one that took them.” The entire crowd began to heckle. Yin pounded the gavel to summon order, but with little success. The shock from the reveal even made the bailiffs widen their eyes. “I did it because I knew how much Jake loved his daughter. I did it because I didn’t want to hog all the beauty that was his only child. I love Lora so much that I did my best to earn the trust of her father so I can make our relationship move forward.” He held out his hand in Lora’s direction, prompting her to slowly stand up with a look of both embarrassment and humiliation. She walked up to Creator’s held-out hand, putting hers on it thinking that’s what Creator wanted. “Lora…” Creator said, lowering himself to one knee. The gesture caused gasps throughout the room, “…will you marry me?” Lora gasped as well, putting a hand on her lips to hold back the urge to squeal. Tears swelled in her eyes and dropped down to her chin. “Creator, I…” Lora locked eyes with Creator, whose eyes sparked in the moment, “…I don’t know what to say…” “Say yes, my love.” Creator chuckled. Lora’s tears continued to swell, flanking around the smile that stretched across her face. “…yes. Yes, I will!” Lora leaped into Creator’s arms, and Creator answered with a tight embrace. The crowd cheered, and even Yin was shocked to witness such a scene. After the brief moment of celebration, Mugen stood up, “But wait, if you knew that those kinds of photos were against the rules, why did you send them out?” Creator laughed, “Why, to bring you all here, of course! I wouldn’t want you all to not see this moment.” Everyone in the courtroom acknowledged Creator’s statement with tears of joy and smiles. In the midst of the moment, Yin sighed, slamming her gavel to dismiss court and walking out the door behind the pedestal. “So when’s the wedding?” Someone from the crowd shouted. “Oh, just wait and see! It’ll be the grandest wedding in all of YCM!” Creator and Lora shared a passionate kiss that lasted for minutes in the middle of cheering people, letting the moment sink in as the sun started to set and engulf the room in mellow rays of love. [/spoiler] Enjoy! Hey Thar, Do Axi x RAEG I'm considering it, but there are other better suggestions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lt. Colonel Remo Posted February 3, 2014 Report Share Posted February 3, 2014 We weren't supposed to fap to that story were we-*shot* In all seriousness 10/10 story Thar, you definitely have talent at showing two people making love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sploda Posted February 3, 2014 Report Share Posted February 3, 2014 Believe it or not, this story actually made me laugh. I am not displeased with this result at all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lt. Colonel Remo Posted February 3, 2014 Report Share Posted February 3, 2014 Believe it or not, this story actually made me laugh. I am not displeased with this result at all. THERE YOU HAVE IT CREATORXLORA IS NOW CANON JAKE, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sploda Posted February 4, 2014 Report Share Posted February 4, 2014 Sorry, but I know the epilogue to this story: Once everyone arrived at the wedding, five minutes before walking the aisle, Lora found a note hidden in her make-up box. On this note read: "but not really". All that could be heard after that were heartbroken tears of those nearby and maniacal laughter in the distance. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Desu the Blue Nerd Posted February 4, 2014 Report Share Posted February 4, 2014 Hello? Anyone here? [spoiler=Creator x Lora (5,273 words)]“Jake, you’ve just been, wait for it… HEART BROKEN.” Lora had a smirk on her face as she watched her dad, Jake, black out in shock. Jake and Broken were a fragile OTP that was destined to be shattered, but the plan was over. Lora was done with the act, and Broken acknowledged that. “So…” Broken started, “Now that that’s out of the way-” “No.” Lora’s kept her answer swift and frank. Broken curled his lips and shrugged, “Alright, whatever.” He stretched, putting his pants on. Lora dropped the bed sheets to reveal a black Bandeau bra and boy-bottom shorts. The illusion was sustained while the sheets were covering most of her body, and from what the two of them saw, it was successful. “Broken…” Lora hesitated to say before Broken reached the doorway of the room, “Is dad’s fic worth reading? You know, just for sh*ts and giggles?” Broken put his hand to his chin in thought, “Well, if you put it that way… no, it’s not.” Lora looked at her unconscious father, “Good to know.” She rested her chin on her hand, looking out the window and hearing the group of angry people outside attempting to storm the Hotel. After a while, Broken came out of the entrance. “Don’t you lifeless nerds have something better to do than to raid this pointless building?” Broken’s voice was like music to Lora’s ears as everyone in the crowd started going by what he said, heading away from the Hotel and muttering comments that related to preparing for the upcoming tournament in the TCG Forum and other things. Silence followed, and Lora plopped down onto her pillow. “Creator’s gonna kill me…” She sighed, putting a hand on her forehead and wiping down her face, “I gotta meet up with him tomorrow,” She then covered her face with both hands, “Oh, but I have Art class tomorrow. Sh*t! I don’t have time for this!” All she could do was punch the bed, later relaxing and taking deep breaths, “It’ll be fine. I’ll work things out. Maybe he can come visit me at work. Yeah! That’ll work!” With that in mind, she closed her eyes and- “Ah, sh*t, that’s right!” She groaned, jumping out of bed and grabbing Jake by the ankles, pulling him across the floor into his own room. She didn’t bother to lift him from the floor onto his bead, “You always liked the floor anyway.” She adjusted her hair, returning to her bed and immediately falling asleep for the night. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, Lora scrambled to get ready for work. It was rather early for what she was used to, but any complaint towards that would be pointless. She threw on something that resembled nothing too flashy but nothing too professional. The art school was not a place where first impressions were a necessity. Everyone there knew each other, but Lora was the least known amongst them. “Still can’t believe I have to substitute for Night,” she groaned, “I’m NOT artistic at all. I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.” She threw on her last article of clothing before she ran into the bathroom to do her make-up. By the time she was done, she threw her handbag over her shoulder and ran out the door. Respective with the time of day, the Graphic Showcase building was deserted. To her knowledge, she was the first person to arrive. However, she looked up, seeing a massive fortress floating a yonder from the forum. She took a deep breath, “I knew he’d be here, but is he on the ground yet?” In her pondering, she dug in her handbag for the key to the locked door, pulling out a chain that weighed more than her actual handbag. “Let’s see, which one is it again?” She frustratingly flipped through and tried each key on the door, one and the other not fitting, “Damn it, it’s GOTTA be one of these!” She kept trying, later hearing the sound of footsteps behind her. Frightened, she turned around to see Tormey arriving for class. “Tormey?” she gasped, “You’re… early.” “I’m only fifteen minutes early,” Tormey replied, “Either way, it gives me extra time to work on my piece.” Lora believed him, “Okay,” She continued to fondle her keys, hoping one of them unlocked the door. Tormey watched in amusement. “I think I know which one it is, teach,” Tormey said, grabbing the keys from Lora and pulling out what appeared to be at random a key from the bunch, pressing it into the lock on the handle and turning it. To his surprise, the handle turned with the key, “That’s funny… the door was unlocked.” Lora was dumbstruck, “…unlocked? But I’m the first one here…” She caught another glimpse of the floating fortress above, piecing it together. She didn’t bother to tell Tormey, but she tried to make an excuse, “No one stole a key and broke in, did they?” She said in pretend shock, running into the building. Tormey didn’t know what to do but follow her into the dark art room that became light when she flipped the switch. She was breathing heavily… too heavily. “Oh, thank God,” she gasped, “At least the artwork isn’t vandalized.” She started walking toward the door that led to her office, “Well, sit anywhere, I guess.” She pulled out her big set of keys, again, trying to find the right one to fit the lock. She paused, twisting the door handle to see it was also unlocked. Sighing, she opened the door, shocked to see that Creator was sitting at her desk. His feet were sitting on the edge of her desk as he slouched back on the chair with both hands grasping the back of his head. Lora closed the door before she said anything, “So you WERE here…” Creator gave a single huff of laughter, “’How did I get in here,’ she says.” Lora scoffed at the remark, “Don’t be that way. How did you get in without the key?” Creator mocked the scoff, “‘How did you get in without the key?’ she says.” Lora sighed in frustration, curling her lips at Creator, “You underestimate me, you know that? A mere doorknob is no match for my lock picking skills.” “Lock picking?” Lora asked, coming closer, “A guy like you picking locks? I just don’t see it.” “Again, you underestimate me.” He crossed his legs the other direction, leaning further back in his chair, “Lock picking is elementary in the art of sabotage.” “Sounds more like something a dedicated, overweight pervert would start doing after playing Dungeons and Dragons.” “You’re a fool, Lora, but that’s why I love you.” Creator sighed, “You can’t just learn to pick locks after playing a game where dice determines your success. It takes true skill to master such a feat. Calling it out from a lame table-top game is like saying Rome was built in a day.” “I’m sure if it was, you’d be the one to achieve that.” Creator laughed, “I’m flattered. Now, you want your desk back?” He leaned back further, spreading his arms to display the area before he lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor. Lora hunching over laughing, but Creator did not move from the lying-down position he was in. “Are you alright?” Lora chuckled. Creator groaned, “Again, you underestimate me…” he reached out his hand, “…care to come over here and help me up?” “I thought I underestimated you.” Lora sneered, “I’m sure you can get yourself up like you learned lock picking.” Creator forced the act of being in pain, “Nooo, I need your help. This act of ‘getting up’ cannot be achieved without the help of the awesome Lora.” Lora rolled her eyes, walking over to where Creator lied and holding out her hand. Creator grabbed I, pulling her onto the floor with him. She gasped, instinctively trying to get herself off of him, but she gave it to his touch. “Creator, I…” she whispered, “...don’t you wanna get up?” “Nah, let’s lay down for a while.” He replied in a flirty voice, letting out a laugh between his closed lips as he closed them in on Lora’s. Lora accepted them, later feeling her blouse being lifted from her waist. “Creator!” She shouted, immediately softening her voice, wary of Tormey in the other room, “…in here?” “Where else, my dear?” Creator’s smile was a rare sight, more notably this one. Lora sighed, letting Creator’s hands wander her body. The sensation was unbearable to resist as she closed her eyes and let out a sigh of pleasure, prompting Creator to continue. Lora suddenly perked up, looking at the time. “Damn it, class is about to start!” Creator didn’t move, “Just tell them it’s a free period. You are a substitute, you know.” Lora praised the idea. She stood up, adjusting her blouse to look presentable for at least a few seconds. She could hear the bustling of students gathering in the room as the clock read the starting time. She looked at the desk, seeing the mountain of paperwork that took over it. Looking at Creator, she read his mind, heaving the papers off and hurrying into the other room. “Class is a free period today!” She gasped, slamming the papers on the front desk of the classroom and immediately walking back into the office, closing the door and locking it. Her breathing got heavier as she walked back towards where Creator lied, rejoining him, “Where were we?” “We were about to go on the desk?” Creator answered, “You did clear it off for that reason, am I right?” “Oh yes, right!” She stood up, pulling Creator up with her. Creator had her in a tight embrace as he lowered her onto the desk. Lora grabbed Creator by the collar and rolled him over, making him have the bottom. She took off her blouse, lowering herself to give Creator the goods. She started to moan. “You should moan something that’ll convince the students that this isn’t happening.” Creator whispered. Lora immediately shot up, “Ugh! I know nothing about art! Why am I even here?!” Creator laughed, “Perfect!” The two returned to making sweet, sweet love for the rest of the period. ------------------------------------------------------------ It felt like the next morning for Lora when she woke up in her office, which was dark and deserted. She looked over to see that Creator was gone. She sighed in frustration, “Yeah, he WOULD do that.” She groaned as she sat up on her desk, feeling a draft up her skirt that reminded her that she wasn’t wearing any panties. All it took to find them was a glance at the chair, where they lied in a manner where they couldn’t have just been thrown there. “…he would do THAT as well.” Lora rolled her eyes and sighed again, standing up to slip her panties back on and adjust her clothes to look presentable again. She felt uneasy doing all this in a room without the light on. Making her final adjustments, she took a deep breath and walked out the office into the classroom, which was empty. Lora was relieved, but she was not comfortable with what sort of rumors could spread from the students’ dirty imaginations. She made her way out of the building, blocking her eyes from the blinding sun for a second before quickly adapting. At this point, her vision became clear enough to see a familiar Mod at the corner of her eye. From behind, Lora hardly recognized him, but from what she saw, he was holding a hand mirror. The man was stroking his hair with his hand, and the sight made Lora scoff through her nostrils as her eyes rolled. As she walked forward, she could then see the same man bashing himself in the head with the mirror, yelling at himself for doing so. “The f*ck?” Lora raised a brow, shaking her head and continuing onward. She knew the world was crazy, but what she just saw was genuinely bizarre. With this thought, her mind segued to her father, Jake, who she thought was relative to the term in question. Even as his daughter, Lora couldn’t help but think of Jake as a schizophrenic just like the man with the hand mirror. The idea was just a way to label him for satiric purposes, but to Lora, it worked. “I need to stop letting my mind wonder off like this,” she frustratingly stated, shaking her head and rubbing her temples, “Any further and I’ll become one of them. Just stay down to Earth, Lora! You’re not an astronaut!” As she tapped both sides of her temples with her knuckles, she opened her eyes to see a strange aura in the sky not too far from where she stood. Buildings blocked direct view of it, but she knew it was coming from the direction of the Hotel. Curious, she quickened her pace, finding herself being flanked by a squad of thread control, also known as “Lockers.” With those guys running around, there was more than just an angry member or a spambot; someone has committed a crime worthy of the front page of “the Fad”, the city’s local newspaper. Lora tried to figure out who was the criminal, not surprising herself when she narrowed it down to her father. “Fantastic. What’d he do HIS time?” ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Lora turned up a block before the Hotel before she saw the streets crowded with spectators. A helicopter was hovering as high as the Hotel’s upper half, scouting the streets. They watched as Jake was escorted out of the front door by a pair of officers who had him in cuffs, followed by Creator with something held between two fingers. Lora was more curious of what he was holding then what Jake did to deserve such treatment, but she struggled to get through the crowd to get close to her father, failing to get anywhere near him. “Sorry Lora, but you can’t talk to your dad,” A Mod in uniform said, preventing her from walking any further. “Mugen, I just wanna know what he did.” “I don’t know the details, but your dad’s been hiding some inappropriate content in his hard drive that turned up in our database. We believe he’s distributing them amongst the residents of the Hotel.” Lora’s jaw dropped, “…really?!” Mugen nodded, not saying a word, “Sorry Lora, but this can’t continu-” “I don’t care what you do to him,” Lora interrupted, “I just want to know what this ‘inappropriate content’ is.” “I told you, I don’t know the details. Creator does, though. You should ask him. He should be following Jake to his escort car.” Mugen stood aside and let Lora through. She watched as Jake willingly walked with the two escorting officers, looking down in shame. For a brief moment, Jake looked up to make eye contact with Lora. Lora could see the humility in his eyes just before he entered the vehicle. Creator was immediately behind him, still holding the curious device in his fingers. “Creator,” Lora called out to him as she walked up to him, “…what happened?” “I’ll tell you everything in court.” Creator let the device in his fingers drop into his palm, where he made wrapped his fist around it and put it in his front pocket. Lora sighed as Creator input a command to be phased into his floating fortress, looking back at Lora and holding out his hand, “You coming?” Lora stuttered, “Um, yeah!” she grabbed Creator’s hand and followed him through the beam of light that sent their phased bodies into the interior of the fortress. “Wait here,” Creator said to Lora as he walked down a hall into a room. Lora looked around, examining the place. For whom could be her future companion, Lora felt honored to have all this at her disposal. The fortress was complete with marble columns and gold trimming along the corners of the walls. The stairs spiraled up to what appeared to be an observatory. Creator returned empty-handed, “What I was just holding was a miniature hard-drive which I put inside Jake’s computer in his room while the Hotel was dead. It contains a copy of every byte of data in his main hard drive. This copied data is then sent to one of my own computers via radio wave.” Lora nodded in interest, “That’s pretty cool, but isn’t that just a waste of space?” “Yes, but don’t think I’m not less than a genius. I put a special filter in the system that only sends pictures and videos, and boy, did I get a jackpot.” “Jackpot of what?” Lora turned red in the cheeks, grimacing, “Don’t tell me… porn?” “Even better.” Creator seemed to have came out of the room he went into with a couple of pictures in the chest pocket. He pulled them out, showing a few pictures of Lora in her bathing suit. Lora’s eyes widened. “A-are… are those me?” “Oh yes.” “But I don’t remember my dad taking pictures of me!” Lora was shouting now, “I would’ve CLOBBERED the guy if I saw him with a camera pointed at me!” “That’s the thing, though. These weren’t taken by your dad.” Lora raised a brow, “Wait… so if my dad didn’t take those pictures, then who did?” “That’s the question, and that’s what we’re going to court to find out.” Creator put the photos back in his pocket, “I decided to keep some of these photos, though. You don’t mind, do you?” Lora was about to say something, but exhaled the words out and avoided eye contact, “No, as long as it’s you of all people, I guess I don’t mind.” She grimaced again, “Though, the idea of my dad oogling them just… ugh. As long as I don’t see them, you can keep them.” “So… I can’t frame them?” Lora flinched, “No! I don’t want to see those pictures on your wall! That’s crossing the line!” Her face was cherry red, and Creator laughed. “Alright, I won’t frame them. But I will keep them on my hard drive.” Lora sighed again, “As long as I don’t see them…” She started walking toward the platform that the two beamed onto, “Shall we go?” “We have a while,” Creator said, gesturing around the area, “Make yourself at home. Take a shower. Help yourself to the fridge. Turn the TV on. Kill some time.” Lora smiled at the hospitality, “Okay, I will.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Court day came the next day. Creator walked down the hallway from his room, adjusting his tie and loosening his suit by shaking the collar. Meanwhile, Lora was asleep on the couch in the TV room with headphones anchored onto her head. The cushions around the speakers were plastered around the sides of her head, just barely muffling out the sound that blared inside them. Creator witnessed this image of Lora and was tempted to pull out his phone and take a picture, but he hesitated when Lora started to show signs of consciousness. “Lora,” Creator called out to her, “Wake up. It’s court day.” Lora groaned as she turned over to face the back of the couch, “Damn it, five more minutes…” Creator sighed, but couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, five minutes, but if you’re not up by then, I’m sending a picture of you sleeping to the judge.” “Oh, no you won’t!” Lora immediately jumped off the couch, causing her headphones to slip off and fall onto the floor. She rushed down the hall behind Creator to the bathroom where the mirror was, fixing her hair and straightening out the clothes she put on before her nap. She could hear Creator laughing in the other room, “Don’t laugh! You’re not a girl, you don’t understand!” Creator entered the bathroom, “I’m laughing because of how easy it was to get you out of bed.” Lora’s cheeks turned red at the sound of the remark. She sighed, continuing to struggle with her hair when Creator wrapped his arms around her waist. Lora gasped, but hesitated to remove them as he started kissing her neck. The sensation made Lora close her eyes and start taking deep breaths, “It’s also funny how easy it is for me to settle you down.” Lora was too relaxed to be offended, “Only you, Creator. If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t be so easy.” “But where’s the fun in that?” Creator started breathing directly into Lora’s ear, whispering his words, “I like it when you are difficult. If you were always this easy, this relationship we have would be boring.” Lora giggled, “You saying I should be more of a b*tch to you?” “As long as it’s real and not just to satisfy me.” Lora laughed again and made some last adjustments to her appearance. Creator began to let go of her waist before she tightened them again, “Keep holding me. It makes me feel prettier.” Creator scoffed, “As you wish.” As soon as Lora was ready, the two stood on the beaming platform and ended up by the Hotel, where Creator’s motorcycle was parked. On the motorcycle were two helmets, both of which Creator tossed aside before climbing on. He looked back at Lora, reaching out his hand, “Well, let’s go.” Lora hesitated at first, but she accepted his hand and sat on the seat behind him, wrapping her arms around him. Creator revved up the engine, making the bike vibrate. He could hear Lora’s breathing get heavier. Creator put it in gear and accelerated over the speed limit in a matter of seconds, making Lora grab tighter. The streets of Clubs & Organizations were laid out like a grid with one to four buildings per block, with the older buildings showing signs of worn-out brickwork and cracked walkways. Lurkers could be seen near those buildings, watching every vehicle that passed by and spraying graffiti on the walls. The courthouse was not far from where they took off from. It did not appear like a traditional courthouse that usually consist of large columns and many, MANY stairs all painted white. This courthouse appeared to be an ordinary apartment building. Signs of rejuvenation could be spotted amongst its architecture as well as the entourage of freshly-paved concrete, recently planted shrubs and trees, and a statue of a Mod named Marblezone, who used to be the judge that resided in the courthouse. Creator and Lora hopped off the motorcycle, holding hands as they entered the building. A bustling crowd welcomed them as they were ushered in and seated right next to the walkway. At the front of the room was a typical courtroom getup; the judge’s pedestal stood tall while the witness’s pedestal dwarfed in comparison. The jury’s bench skimmed the right wall while at the left sat a wide-screen TV used for video evidence. “Please rise for the honorable Judge Yin!” shouted the bailiff, prompting everyone in the room to stand. Lora was dumbstruck as she looked around the room in confusion, not knowing to stand up for a couple seconds before Creator pulled her up himself. Lora looked down in embarrassment, fidgeting with her thumbs to distract herself from it. She looked up, seeing Yin approach her pedestal and seat herself. “This court is now in session,” Yin announced, “You may be seated. Today we will hold the hearing of Jake the Sage versus the city of YCM, with the charges being the leakage of inappropriate photography and video footage to the masses.” The jury entered the room, seating themselves in the benches provided for them, “Let’s begin. Would the representatives please present themselves?” Creator stood up, drawing the attention of everyone around him, “I represent the defending party, Jake the Sage!” Everyone in the room murmured. Lora looked at him confusedly, and Creator looked down at her and winked, which only made her more confused. He walked down the walkway to the lawyer’s table, seating himself. “Very well,” Yin said, “…and the representative for the city?” Mugen stood up from the audience, making his way to the other table and seating himself. Creator glared at Mugen from across the room, but Mugen paid no mind to it. He held his head high, not even resting his arms on the table as Creator did. “We are set then,” Yin said, “Who is willing to start?” Creator shot up, “I will, your honor.” He dusted off his suit, clearing his throat, “I call Jake the Sage to the stand.” Heads could be heard turning as Jake rose from his seat and walked up to the witness’s stand. His head was slightly drooping to show the shame he felt for being summoned, seating himself in the chair on the pedestal. He sighed, making his vows with the bailiff before Creator approached him. “Well now, Jake, you’re in quite a mess, aren’t you?” Mugen stood up, “Objection!” “Mugen sit your ass down!” Mugen obliged with Yin’s expression confirming it, “Now Jake, if I’m not mistaken, you and Lora are pretty close, right?” Jake raised a brow, “Well… yeah, she’s my daughter.” Lora cringed at the sound of her dad claiming that. “Of course she is. Why else would you two be living in the same place together?” Both Jake and Lora frowned at the rhetorical question, “Anyway, I’m sure you know why you’re here, correct?” “I know why I’m here, but I don’t know why things turned out the way they did.” Jake’s voice was just barely comprehendible to the audience. “I don’t know, either. But that’s why we’re here, is it not?” “Yes, I suppose so.” “Well then let’s try and narrow it down.” Creator turned to the jury, pulling out a few photos of Lora in her bikini, “Look carefully at these pictures. These along with many others were stored in Jake’s hard drive.” He turned back to Jake, “Do you deny this, Jake?” “No, they were indeed in my hard drive,” Jake sighed, “But I was not the one who uploaded them into it.” “So it’s not your fault as far as how you got them. Question is… why did you KEEP them?” The audience burst into a murmur. Yin slammed her gavel, silencing them. Jake turned red from embarrassment, “…because they were precious to me.” “Precious? How so?” Jake shot a deadly glare at Creator, “How so? Tell me, Creator: If you had a daughter of your own and you had a collection of adorable photos of her, would you just toss them?” Creator pondered, “Hrm, well if you put it THAT way… yes, I would, because if I had photos of my daughter in a bikini with all her lady lumps developed, I’d avoid them at all times to avoid thinking of her in inappropriate ways.” Creator smirked, “but that’s not the case, now is it? Lora isn’t my daughter, which brings me to the next point.” He walked back up to the jury, “Answer me this: If you had a significant other for whom you cherish with your life, and you had a collection of photos of her half-naked body, would that make you a pervert?” “Objection!” Mugen stood up again, “Irrelevance!” “Overruled.” Yin calmly replied. Mugen slowly sat back down, sighing. “Are you done, Mugen?” Creator said, “Anyway, would you be considered a pervert? Well, let’s consider the ethics: You cherish this person with your life and you know for a fact that they cherish you the same way. If that’s the case, then there is a very strong trust between you two, right? So if you have a collection of photos of them sitting in your hard drive, and she trusts you with them, that’d be okay.” He went back to Jake, “But this case is different, isn’t it Jake?” Jake vainly nodded. “Indeed, it is. You trust Lora, so that’s half the puzzle, but she doesn’t trust you. Without both pieces together, there’s no mutual trust.” He turned back to the jury, “So there you go. It’s not a matter of pervertedness, it’s a matter of trust issues that make it APPEAR perverted. So maybe he’s telling the truth!” The jury exchanged whispers as the crowd echoed them. “May I please have order?” Yin shouted, again, silencing the crowd. The jury continued to whisper, facing back forward. “Now for the real case at hand,” Creator was now well in between the pedestals and the crowd, looking towards the left wall, “Who was the one who leaked all this information to the public? Was it Jake?” Jake stood up, “No, I swear it wasn-” “Jake!” Yin interrupted, “Sit down and let him speak.” Jake obeyed. Creator continued, “Was it Jake? Can’t say, considering he knows full well that posting such things would be a bad idea. He’s been here long enough to know that. But if it wasn’t Jake, then who was it?” He took a deep breath, “I’ll tell you who it was. It was someone who cherishes Lora with his life. Someone who knows that she cherishes him back in the same way and trusts him with such content.” He looked at Lora, who looked back with a glare in her eyes, “…it was me. I sent him the pictures. I’m the one that took them.” The entire crowd began to heckle. Yin pounded the gavel to summon order, but with little success. The shock from the reveal even made the bailiffs widen their eyes. “I did it because I knew how much Jake loved his daughter. I did it because I didn’t want to hog all the beauty that was his only child. I love Lora so much that I did my best to earn the trust of her father so I can make our relationship move forward.” He held out his hand in Lora’s direction, prompting her to slowly stand up with a look of both embarrassment and humiliation. She walked up to Creator’s held-out hand, putting hers on it thinking that’s what Creator wanted. “Lora…” Creator said, lowering himself to one knee. The gesture caused gasps throughout the room, “…will you marry me?” Lora gasped as well, putting a hand on her lips to hold back the urge to squeal. Tears swelled in her eyes and dropped down to her chin. “Creator, I…” Lora locked eyes with Creator, whose eyes sparked in the moment, “…I don’t know what to say…” “Say yes, my love.” Creator chuckled. Lora’s tears continued to swell, flanking around the smile that stretched across her face. “…yes. Yes, I will!” Lora leaped into Creator’s arms, and Creator answered with a tight embrace. The crowd cheered, and even Yin was shocked to witness such a scene. After the brief moment of celebration, Mugen stood up, “But wait, if you knew that those kinds of photos were against the rules, why did you send them out?” Creator laughed, “Why, to bring you all here, of course! I wouldn’t want you all to not see this moment.” Everyone in the courtroom acknowledged Creator’s statement with tears of joy and smiles. In the midst of the moment, Yin sighed, slamming her gavel to dismiss court and walking out the door behind the pedestal. “So when’s the wedding?” Someone from the crowd shouted. “Oh, just wait and see! It’ll be the grandest wedding in all of YCM!” Creator and Lora shared a passionate kiss that lasted for minutes in the middle of cheering people, letting the moment sink in as the sun started to set and engulf the room in mellow rays of love. [/spoiler] Enjoy! EXCEPT FOR THE COMPLETE DISREGARD FOR MOTORCYCLE SAFETY it was once again very enjoyable. I'm still just absolutely shocked that you're making things like these with quality. Keep up the good work. I'm considering it, but there are other better suggestions. Yeah, NightxAnything is garbage. I wouldn't roll with it. Plus, I did give you some good suggestions. But Try Hard Ons should be at the top of your list now. THERE YOU HAVE IT CREATORXLORA IS NOW CANON JAKE, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO I'LL SUPPORT WHATEVER GETS DD OFF MY ASS Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lt. Colonel Remo Posted February 4, 2014 Report Share Posted February 4, 2014 I'LL SUPPORT WHATEVER GETS DD OFF MY ASS These are words you are going to regret very deeply, 6-shot DESUXDAEMON DXD YOU CAN'T GO WRONG Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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