The Needlehole Mysteries [2]

what. the. holy. fuck. alright.. well.. Amarië, we can both safely do whatever the fuck we like...

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amarië.. get a grip! next instalement.. revenge is needed..

Wait, so tentacles are okay but bedsprings and thumping sounds are worthy of a "what the holy fuck"? How does that work? Serious question.

let's just say.. I (at least) would be more delicate... and it is the wording you have to breath the flames without putting it out, keep the implications going. it has to be able to be read at least in two ways.. like.. i am currently breathing up my fireplace as well.. it was flaming just a minute ago.. t

i'll guess fanart is needed?

Eldorion wrote:

Hopefully it amused people other than me. I know I said "to be continued" but it probably won't be.

Now you're just playing hard to get.

Nah, I think this was just an ill-advised venture on my part. I took down what I posted.

u promised a two parter Am, give it all u got!

Eldorion wrote:Nah, I think this was just an ill-advised venture on my part. I took down what I posted.

whuss.

You'll get no arguments from me about that.

i am not sorry...

Nora: OMG! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Eldo: .........um... this is not what it looks like

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that's how you make make stuff with double-meaning... read it however you like. (they could be doing something els... and this is just bad timing... could be an ongoing joke.. accidently finding them looking very gay.)

Yeah, I get that. I wanted to have them doing something really weird but not what Nora assumed but I couldn't think of a strong punchline so I opted for a cliffhanger instead with the idea that I'd revisit it in the next installment. Anyway, the whole thing was a bit of a mess so I think it's for the best that I deleted it. You guys have more practice with this sort of thing.

it wasn't that bad it's just, sometimes a scetching is best before a big portrait


i am not speaking on behalf of Amarië, but i have no practise in this.. srlsy

oh, just to tease, i have loads of needle-sketches to share nothing much, but it has kind a gathered a full pile of it now

'Eldo had the opportunity of a lifetime laying on my desk' Elthy

Heeeeeeeeeeee, red pants.

Norc wrote:it wasn't that bad it's just, sometimes a scetching is best before a big portrait


i am not speaking on behalf of Amarië, but i have no practise in this.. srlsy

sa brura. (said the bride) #ba-dum-tshhh

IN WRITING FILTHY-DOUBLE-MEANIGN FICS ofc...

For the record though, since it seems I'm getting a bit of rep here. I usually stick to fluff and feelings and such, but you know, when in Rome/Needlehole...

I suppose if Eldo wants to keep his story in his shoe box under the bed, then there's not much we can do. Perhaps it's for the best.

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Anyhow. Got a tiny bit of writing done yesterday. Hoping for more writing time.

im god damn taylor swift leave the fluff/feelings 2 me

Eldo took two steps before Eldo spotted him. He took one look at Ringo's smile, turned on his heals and walked the other way.

Ringo frowned, perhaps he should have expected this. But the option to hanging around in corridor was to lurk in a dark corner, and that seemed a bit more creepy. He quickly caught up with him.
- Hey, wait up. It's just me. It's not like it's an intervention or anything.

Eldo stopped and leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets.
- It's not what it looks like.

Ringo did the same, briefly thinking they must look like they belonged to to a gang or a band of some sort.

- Looked like some top notch wrangling to me. I, um, shame to say, I watched you. Just a bit though. 'Cause you were dressed like that and you had promised Nora and... um... yeah.

Eldo's ears turned red.
- Ok, it is what it looks like. But it's just a hobby. Nothing sordid going on.

- Sordid!? You did a half tumble with a double squid! That is pure art! I nearly had a heat attack!

Eldo gave him a suspicious glare.
- You never cared much for wrangling before. Wranglers yes, but not wrangling.

Ringo shrugged and felt a bit guilty for not telling the whole truth.
- Well you could say I've had a change of heart. I always thought you were just joking when you were watching the eel wranglers and fish dancers and asked what type of fish they were holding. No wonder you didn't tell me about this. What's with all the sneaking around? You looked like you thought I'd give you a hard time about something. It's me!

Eldo's shoulders relaxed and he smiled sheepishly.

- Old habit I suppose. I like the sea. I had an uncle who once traveled to the coast and told crazy tales about fish and boats and salty water. I would visit the library and read everything I could find. Which wasn't a lot, of course. It wasn't exactly the coolest thing for a kid to do in Michel Delving, so I just kept it to myself. I learned a bit on my own, and for a while now I've bought some lessons from Julia. It's relaxing, takes my mind off things. You know I always... worry about everything.

- Yeah, I know.

Ringo smiled softly. Then he followed up with the enevetable:
- I knew you were acting fishy.

Eldo snickered.
- You're the one to make fish jokes, Herring!
- Oh I've heard a few in my days...

He wrapped his arm around Eldo's shoulders and ruffled his hair.
- Come now, fish geek. I've got something to show you. But we got to go back to the room. I imagine mrs Figg is still moving the barrels.

They walked back to the room and found it empty except for the crab barrel.
Ringo whispered conspiratorially.
- I thought perhaps, if we’re quick, I could take you by the back door before Figg comes back for the crab.

Eldo raised an eyebrow.
- Nora’s making dinner today, we’re dead if we’re late.

- Huh... We might be dead if we show up. Oh come on, it won’t take long and it will be so worth it! I promise! Pretty pleeeease!?

Ringo put on a pout and the largest puppy eyes he could master. Eldo couldn't help but laugh.
- You are such a bad influence on me. Yeah, what the heck, I’m game.

After a quick victory dance - which made Eldo grin even wider at the ridiculous man- Ringo grabbed Eldo’s hand and dragged him across the room.
He gingerly moved his hand towards the knob, and not wanting to waste any more time he slipped inside and found the dark damp corridor open and ready. He knowingly led Eldo in the opposite direction of where he knew Julia had taken the squids. They passed several doors before the corridor took a sharp left. Again Ringo took the lead in opening the door. The large room was empty, as he expected. This was practically holy ground. Perfect. He leaned towards Eldo and whispered.

- Before you go in, remember that this is the true center of mrs Figg’s establishment and only grade 5 wranglers and above are allowed in here. I only know about this because I made a wrong turn one day… and then I saw something and got curious… And then I got yelled at... Anyhow. Here Eldo, this is as close to the ocean you’ll get without actually swimming in it.

Eldo pushed to door opened and gasped.

Amarië wrote:

For the record though, since it seems I'm getting a bit of rep here. I usually stick to fluff and feelings and such, but you know, when in Rome/Needlehole...

I suppose if Eldo wants to keep his story in his shoe box under the bed, then there's not much we can do. Perhaps it's for the best.

Spoiler:

Anyhow. Got a tiny bit of writing done yesterday. Hoping for more writing time.

fluff and feelings are always a winner, but i am a sucker for awkward situations and misunderstandings

*reading your entry*

omg.. du e absolutt best, Amarië! !!! think i have to read that again


{{{{and the double meaning oh my!}}}}}

oh and the fanfic is now almost 9000 words...

how can i follow up on this!