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[Here's a familiar face, to those who have been Numbered for awhile and perhaps even those who haven't.]

Why hello. I've missed your lovely faces.

A lot of you know me already, but I'm Lazarus Lawliet. The real one. That's me.

I'm looking to compile a useful database of relevant information on all of us, something that we can share freely and without outmoded hangups or hesitation. Let's be progressive about it.

If you send me your name, a photograph or other still image from the front and the side, your age, your profession, and your credit card information, I'll repay you by writing you a personalized piece of short fiction, starring you, in the wildly popular theme of dinosaur erotica. You pick the dinosaur, and I'll make the magic happen without shame or fear.

Your dark desires are very interesting to me. Especially yours, C.S. You know who you are.

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No dialogue? OK, I aim to please.

Rakka was utterly speechless as she stared at the ass above her, the halo above her head eclipsing it like a golden moon or something. (Do you see what I did there? Moon? Because it's an ass.) She danced from foot to foot between humiliation and ecstasy as the tail became somehow prehensile and pulled down one of her stockings, caressing her ankle as it went.

[Rakka makes a sound cross between a puppy's whine and a horrified squeak.]

"Mooooo," said the enormous sauropod as it worked at popping off one of Rakka's shoes with its very deft prehensile tail (which exists for the sake of this story, because fuck it, the plot requires it.) She made a sound crossed between a puppy's whine and a horrified squeak as it arched its neck around and started to suck on her toes, flattened herbivorous teeth grazing and tickling the bottom of her heel. The sock was in the way, so the dinosaur swallowed it. It was still hot.

Edited 2015-08-24 05:08 (UTC)

[how could this happen to meeee

I've made my mistakes

got nowhere to run]

Noooooooooo...!

Rakka's socks were a cotton polyester blend, but being high-quality, the blend was more cotton than polyester. She didn't purchase her socks in 6-packs at Wal-Mart; her secret was that she adored the indulgence of fine socks, and the Diplodocus, being a sock connoisseur, immediately recognized this affinity. Cotton is a plant, and sauropods were plant-eaters. Moaning hungrily, it started to pull off her other sock and eat it. Perversely, it also accidentally swallowed one of her leather shoes, a mary-jane style with a modest heel. This was akin to cannibalism, and the Diplodocus and Rakka both realized that a certain threshold for depravity had been crossed. There was no going back.

Stop it, stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

[When will the horrors end?]

[Sweet bb Rakka. They will end when they stop being hilarious.]

The beast felt the tanned and cured leather of the shoe sliding down its throat, condemning its vegetarian soul to eternal fire. The plant-eater had just technically eaten meat, and now nothing was sacred. It shed a single tear. It splashed onto Rakka's face, and she peered up at the sad Diplodocus. "D-d-d-d-d-dinosaur?" She stuttered exaggeratedly, "what's the m-m-m-m-m-m-matter?" The unfathomable sadness in the dinosaur's eyes was enough to communicate the full nuance of language, and Rakka started to cry too. "Here..." She breathed. "We'll both eat the other one. T-t-t-t-t-t-together." Tenderly, she and the Diplodocus begin to eat the other mary jane in tandem, crying the whole time.

Edited 2015-08-25 13:42 (UTC)

[Guess who's also close to crying? Hint: it's Rakka.

There's only one thing she can do to escape this horror, and that's to log off just as he was getting to the part about eating a shoe with a dinosaur.

Time to go cry about it to Raye.]

[It had been a pretty huge shock coming home from... whatever Raye does as work all day, probably involving plenty of heavy lifting and carrying, to find Rakka in tears. Instantly, she dropped everything to rush to her side. To find out what had happened and who she needed to crush to make it okay again.

And now as she sits here with one arm around her teary girlfriend, trying to comfort her while reading the offended messages on a phone in her other hand, she has a different problem.]

... S... so this is it, huh?

[Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is bad, this is real bad. Rakka's upset and that's terrible, but... this crap on her phone, it's... it's....

It is fucking hilarious, holy shit! No, crap, don't grin! That'll just make her feel worse! Keep being mad.]

... You want me to go rearrange this jerkoff's face for you?

[Nailed it!]

[It's a heck of a turn of events. One moment, Rakka was trying to relax at home, the next, she was being harassed with self-insert erotic fiction. Rakka wasn't particularly proud of being found in tears over this, even if it was Raye, and she knew that Raye would take this completely seriously.

Completely.

She wipes her eyes, red from tears, on her sleeve.]

I don't know... he's just being some jerk on the network,, b-but he didn't have to do that...

[Uuuuuugh crying sucks. It's gross and no one wants to see a teary Rakka.]

[Yes. Completely, totally. She's treating this like the absolute one hundred percent serious business that it so obviously is.

Oh, God. "Moon. Because it's an ass." Who the hell even comes up with this stuff? Holy fuck. She's just gonna... turn her head. Muffle this snicker and make it sound like a cough or something. Yeah! Nailed it.]

Y-yeah... fuckin' scumbag.

[... She should really stop reading this.]

How the h-hell does someone even come up with this crap?

[Leather shoe cannibalism! Jesus Christ!]

[She can absolutely count on Raye. Totally.

She's totally coughing in disgust at this, there's no other alternative reason for it. Oh god, the ass line, that was the beginning of the end.]

I don't knooooow, uuugh....

[Just... she's going to bury her face in Raye's shoulder now. The horror can no longer be witnessed. Her voice still comes out distraught, if muffled.]

This has to be like the worst echo ever...

[Oh, thank God! ... That was the thought that crossed Raye's mind as Rakka buried her face in her shoulder. At least now she wouldn't see the stupid grin that's broken across her face a little as she read on. Ah, dangit, the shoe cannibalism marked the end of it. She's almost disappointed. That's probably for the best, actually... if this went on too much further, she might really bust out laughing.]

Okay, it's over now. I'm not gonna let anymore jerks write stuff like this to you. [She turns toward Rakka, wrapping her arms around her and stroking her hair with one hand while... scrolling through the story again with the other, looking at it over her shoulder. Haha! Shit, this is a riot. She's almost tempted to put in a request for a sequel. Almost. She might if the guy writing it wasn't a total scumbag creep.]

Wait, did reading that junk seriously give you an Echo?

[It's wonderful that someone is enjoying this horror. ....That is, to say, Raye should consider herself lucky that Rakka can't see that dumb grin on her face as she continues to scroll through the odd tale of Rakka and a shoe-loving dinosaur. Please try not to laugh, for her?]

....Kind of? [Sniffle sniffle. Rakka nod slowly, face still pressed against Raye's shoulder, because letting Raye see her teary, red face was not high on Rakka's to-do list.]

...Promise you won't laugh?

[She can't help it! The mental image of a sobbing dinosaur chowing down on a shoe is too good to resist. Plus, she didn't think Rakka was this delicate, getting all worked up over some dumb story. As much as she hates seeing her cry... it's a little cute at the same time. Even if she is kind of puffy and red-eyed right now.]

Sure. [Sensing something more important is coming, she lowers the phone for now and turns her attention to Rakka, wrapping her arm a little tighter around her. Cute or not, she still wants to make her feel better.] Cross my heart and everything.

[It's not that Rakka is so delicate that a simple tale of dinosaur cannibalism would get to her, but rather, being publicly embarrassed with this in front of the whole network was a rather big amount of it. The other part....

There's a slow pause, unsure of what to really do, Rakka just keeps her face hidden for the moment. Her arms stay wrapped around Raye's midsection, tightening just a little. She breathes in, and out.]

..... It reminds me of when I wrote fanfiction when I was fourteen.

Edited (auuugh icon) 2015-08-28 06:09 (UTC)

[Well, yeah, there might be that as a factor as well... but then Raye's something of a challenge to embarrass. She'd never had much shame to start with, obnoxious jerk that she is and the rest had gone away fighting with Senketsu.

But not everybody can be as invulnerable as she is. So she waits for Rakka to work up what she needs to say.

And then there's another pause. Because she wasn't sure what she'd been expecting but keeping her promise is suddenly especially challenging.]

... When you what?

....I used to write fanfiction.

[Yup. And Rakka was treating it like the second worst secret she's ever told Raye before. Sure, it's a little silly, but Rakka felt like she had to say it anyways.

...It's incredibly silly, honestly. God, why did she say this. She's still not going to show her face, but at least it was only Raye here.]

It was horrible, too...

[Oh no. Oh no.

Oh no, Rakka, you beautiful, precious adorable total nerd.

Raye really doesn't want to laugh. Especially not now when Rakka would undoubtedly take it as being laughed at but it's difficult. Nearly impossible to keep the faint hint of amusement out of her voice when she speaks up again.]

R-really? ... What kind?

[She is the biggest nerd. What? You're only realizing this now?

Raye hasn't laughed yet, and that was enough for Rakka. Although... the next question brought about a very quiet pause.]

...W-well, you know... s-shippy stuff.

[Oh, she realized it awhile ago. Apparently she just hadn't fully realized how deep the rabbit hole goes though.

Fortunately, spending so much of the past year or so hanging out with other giant nerds means she's picked up a few terms so "shippy" isn't totally lost on her.]

Shippy, huh? [This time she grins and bit and leans back a little, reaching up to brush a little of Rakka's staticy hair away from her face in an attempt to actually see it.] Rakka, were you writing porn?

[The advantages of having a variety of friends that were huge nerds were often not immediately apparent. And Rakka had spent more time on the computer growing up then she would probably like to admit.

Some of that hair being brushed aside would reveal the color red - buuuut, it's Raye's question that finally gets Rakka to pull away and face her, revealing that she's more then flustered by it.]

No way! My stuff is n-nothing like... that!

[....But maybe a little like it, in terms of flowery prose, and the melodramatic romance scenes.... but not the shoe eating.]

Edited (uuugh html) 2015-09-05 05:33 (UTC)

[She isn't alone there, although they likely frequented very different online circles. With Raye being much more of the hyperviolent FPS player than the fanfiction writer and reader.]

"Is", huh? [With Rakka's face finally out of her she leans back and reaches up to wipe some of those tears away with her thumb.] So, you're still writing it?

[Two sides of a somewhat similar coin, though Rakka was more then content to sit back and watch Raye tear through those FPS without her.

Sniffle sniffle. That last question hits home and she pauses, eyes widening, which should probably be answer enough. Reflexively, she brushed some static-charged hair back.]

Uhh, well... maybe?

[And that is just fine with her. That's always more fun with an audience.

Still, at Rakka's confession, she can't help but grin a little wider, and let a small, fond laugh out.]

Heh. So, that's what you're doing when you're up all night typin', huh?

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