Rainbow Meme => nabbed from bakerstreet

[veebox]

1. Post a comment with your character's name and canon in the subject line. Be sure to note in the comment or subject if there's anything you're not comfortable with -- this meme may have triggers.
2. Roll 1-8 to get a color, then 1-5 to get a scene. RNG
3. ???
4. Profit!

1 - GRAY - FIRSTS

1 - First Kiss - Is there anything sweeter?
2 - First Date - Are you super awkward and nervous or getting on like a house on fire?
3 - First Meeting - Dropped your groceries? Bump into them on the subway? Party? Fender bender? The options are endless!
4 - First Time - A little awkward, a little exciting, always memorable. Unless you had to get drunk to get up the nerve.
5 - Hey, can we try... - You've been together, or at least doing it, for awhile, but one of you wants to try something new.

2 - RED - PASSION

1 - Aphrodisiac - Is that cinnamon you smell? And why can't you keep your hands off each other?
2 - Exhibitionism - Maybe you have an audience. Maybe it's just a camera. Maybe you enjoy watching your lover touch themselves. Someone's putting on a show, either way.
3 - Chicken/"Too Hot" - How far can you go without flinching?
4 - Unusual Place - You know you should wait to get to a bed, but you just can't. You need it right here, right now.
5 - Take It Slow - Tonight, you're going to take it slow and savor every moment.

3 - ORANGE - HATE

1 - Rivals - Romantic rivals, school rivals, coworkers? Or maybe you're the hero and the villain of the story.
2 - Cheating - One of you is cheating on your significant other. You don't necessarily want to, but they make it hard to say no...
3 - Fight Sex - Was it a real fight or just a spar? Either way, it's got your blood pumping.
4 - Revenge - Usually best served cold...but in this case, it's best served hot, hard, and as many times as possible.
5 - Deception - One of you is not what they seem to be.

4 - YELLOW - HAPPY

1 - Childhood Sweethearts – You've loved them what seems like forever, ever since you were little.
2 - Wedding Night – Have fun, newlyweds! Maybe one of you cut off the sex a couple months ago, just for tonight to be extra special.
3 - With nature – In a forest or a field, how could you not be happy with the sun or moon shining down and the beauty of nature around you?
4 - Waking Up – Fluffy, sleepy, giggly morning sex.
5 - Protected/safe – You always feel safe with them. How can you thank them?

5 - GREEN - BAD ROMANCE

1 - Codependent – One or both of you needs the other an unhealthy amount, and you're desperate to show them how much.
2 - Abuse – You know you can't stay, but you simply can't go.
3 - Reclaim – Your lover's been cheating. It's time to show them who they belong to.
4 - Incest – How can it be so wrong and feel so right?
5 - Prostitution – Every pro's got that one client who thinks they're your boyfriend or girlfriend.

6 - BLUE - ANGST

1 - One For The Road – You're breaking up, but they deserve a goodbye.
2 - One Night Stand – Looking for love in all the wrong places?
3 - Hurt/comfort – Something bad has happened, and sometimes the best thing is just to forget for awhile.
4 - Losing You – You're slow dancing in a burning room. It's just a matter of time before you break up, and you know you're falling apart...but you can cling to that last spark as long as you've got it.
5 - Exes – for old times' sake, yeah?

7 - PURPLE - DUB/NON-CON

1 - Power Imbalance – Master/slave, boss/employee, teacher/student, commander/soldier? One of you has all the power here.
2 - Blackmail – Is it just your reputation in danger or is there an actual physical threat? Do it or else.
3 - Mind control – Hypnotism or straight-up psychic manipulation, one of you couldn't say no if you wanted to.
4 - Prison – Resist or give in, you're about to become a bitch either way.
5 - Roofies – Maybe it's roofies, or a strong aphrodisiac, or just getting them really drunk, but you've got some assistance from the chemical corner.

8 - BLACK - KINK/OTHER

1 - Breathplay – Choking, noose, or a plastic bag over the head, lack of oxygen can make everything...heightened.
2 - Shibari – Also known as japanese rope bondage, it does make a pretty picture.
3 - Pain – It can be the perfect spice for pleasure.
4 - Foreign Objects – Toys, vegetables, there's plenty of things to stick in there other than a dick.
5 - Unusual Acts – When's the last time a straight couple had anal or a gay couple avoided penetration? Anything other than the usual combinations!

Comments

Dave Strider || Homestuck

[recordscratching]

6/5

[chemistryinmotion]

[It's been a while. At least four years, maybe more. Wally's lost track, honestly, but Dave probably knows the exact number to the second. He was always strangely attuned to the flow of time, unlike Wally who's always felt weirdly disconnected from it. Time relativity can really be a bitch sometimes, especially when you're a speedster. Just standing in line for five minutes can be agonizing sometimes, and then there are other times when time literally flies by and suddenly he's late to something because he thought he had more time than he actually did. He's never been very good at gauging these things.

Anyway, point is it's been a while. But he already said that. (Thought it? Whatever.) Basically, things didn't work out between him and Dave. Dave got famous, and Wally had his career as a hero, still does, along with his scientific career, and they just kind of... drifted apart. No hard feelings, really, their lives were just taking two different directions so they went their separate ways, though really Wally still kind of thinks of it as more of an extended open hiatus than a real break up. Both of them agreed it wasn't really working at that point in time, but maybe that was all they really needed: time. Time to see other people, get their lives in order, that kind of thing.

They'd started dating during their senior year of high school, which, in retrospect, was probably really horrible timing. Wally was definitely going to college—there's no way he wasn't—but Dave not so much. College just wasn't his style. Of course, being a speedster made the whole long distance thing not a huge problem, but once Wally hit junior year, it became a lot harder to find the time to visit on the weekends, and suddenly it was just holidays, and as visits became fewer and more far between, Wally already starting to pursue his scientific career and Dave at the height of his fame, they decided maybe it'd be better to just stop seeing each other for a while.

Four or so years later, and it's Wally's birthday, his 25th, and he honestly has no idea what he wants to do. Parties got pretty obsolete after 21, though the team will probably want to do something at some point. He's just not sure what to do on his actual birthday. He usually hangs out with Dick, but he's abroad with Haly's Circus for a while, since he apparently inherited it from Mr. Haly after he died. So Wally's short a best friend and bored out of his mind (he preemptively took the day off thinking people would actually be available) and Marvin has a double shift and it's his birthday and all he's doing is mindlessly watching old reruns of Star Trek.

Wally honestly hadn't expected this much time to pass, but he thinks maybe it's been long enough now. He actually still has Dave's contact info, and they talk from time to time when neither of them is busy with life, so he pulls out his phone and texts Dave while he zetas to Texas.]

Hey dude, it's been a while and I'm kinda in the area, you busy?
Short notice, I know, but think you can pencil me in?
If ur even in the state/country
Today's kinda special after all...

[recordscratching]

[In their time apart, Dave had dated a few other people, couple girls, couple guys, but he eventually just settled on the fact that he probably wasn't meant to chain someone to him forever and bring them down with him when he would inevitably fall from the sky, wings of wax melted from fame and glory. Or something like that. He's on top of the world, he feels like, he has movies out, he's being sent scripts daily (he never reads them), fan letters every five fucking minutes (he sometimes reads them), and vague attempts at conversation from friends and family. Facebook apparently wasn't cutting it since he only logged on every seven or so months for all of five minutes.]

[He's tried to keep in touch, but with his schedule it's been rough. Sometimes he had patches of free time, time where he would go on dates and stay up all night on Pesterchum and walk Rose down the aisle to marry his best friend, thereby also sealing the John-Dave Totally Officially Brothers deal and wow that was a year ago, man. He should hit them both up, ask where his nieces and/or nephews are already he needs to corrupt a small child before they do. He and Wally talk, they do, and he has maybe seen him once in the past year or more, but...okay, their break-up wasn't bad, not really, but it was still a break-up that Dave thinks he bounced back from too quickly. Oh well, honestly right now none of that is on his mind. Nope. Not at fucking all.]

[Dave is chin deep in words and notes and shit at the moment, he's got to finish an entire script, draft out an entire score, and shovel all of his fucking shit out the damn door before he starts getting high of goddamn feces, that is how deep the shit he is in is. He fucked himself over, honestly, might as well have drove a giant dick from space right up his butt and told himself to take that to the grocery store and deal with it. Fuck, his thoughts aren't even making sense. The more he replays the raps he's mumbled and recorded, the less he's in tune with the world. He's way off track, raps aren't even involved in this shit, he's just letting his nostalgic desire for busting some rhymes take over when he really fucking shouldn't. He's sitting atop 3 hours 14 minutes 47 seconds of time wasted: aka shit. He's no longer sitting he's sinking.]

[When his phone goes off for the first time in--god fuck he doesn't even know how long it's been jesus fucking dildos--he promptly yells at it and swats it to make it shut the fuck up. He was broken out of his work-induced daze of doing then thousand things at once and not being productive with any of them. He stares at the phone like it's fucking offended him before he snatches it, hands shaking, when was the last time he ate?, and slides it on to see what the fuck this piece of shit technology wants from him. He has a new message, awesome, he almost deletes it before he actually reads who its from. Oh. They haven't talked in...well. A long time. He opens the message and reads it over five and a half times.]

[He stares at the text message for a while, trying to figure out what the fuck Wally was talking about. There's nothing special on a fucking Thursday night, it's dead as shit. Dave clicks away from the text to check the date, and he frowns when he realizes he's lost track of 2 days 19 hours 37 minutes and is too tired to mess with seconds. Fuck, this project was going to literally devour him if he didn't watch out. He's gradually starting to see why Dirk wanted to stay over for the week that Dave just happened to be working on something new; big bro always knows when he's in need of a good influence.]

[Dave runs his hand through his hair. It's the 25th. It's Wally's birthday. He almost missed it because of his stupid mess of projects with deadlines. He groans and agrees with himself to not let this shit slip.]

by 'kinda in the area' you mean youre running over here no matter what i say
and by 'a while' you mean dave dont make a long list of exact time measurements because it would be so fucking catastrophic that youd need to call in superman to contain that shit
yeah im in texas in good ol america ill send you my address
i could use a break
and i didnt get you anything sorry
iou?

4/1

[flashette]

[Wendy moved to Houston, Texas when she was four years old, and the only good thing about the city was a certain boy named Dave Strider. They'd gone to the same school since kindergarten and Wendy has honestly had the dumbest crush on him ever since she was five. She'd thought it might have gone away by now, but it's still there, ever persistent, in the back of her head. She's dated a few boys (and a girl) since she moved to Central City, Missouri when she was fourteen, but she's never really gotten over Dave, even though nothing really happened between them. Wendy was too shy to admit her feelings and Dave always seemed to aloof to care about stupid romantic stuff like that.

She tried to keep in touch after she moved, added him on Facebook, followed him on Twitter, that sort of thing, but she's terrible at all that social networking and internet correspondance stuff, and now she mostly just lurks around Dave's blog and quietly likes 90% of the updates he posts on Facebook. She has his cellphone number still in her phone, too, but she's still too afraid to actually text him. It's been years, he probably doesn't even have her number anymore. Or he's changed his, more likely, now that he's all famous. She's tried to find out on multiple occasions, but she always writes out a text and deletes it five minutes later after rewriting it nearly a thousand times.

So they haven't actually spoken since high school, when Wendy still sort of had time to keep up with the internet and talk to people online and Dave hadn't disappeared from pesterchum to go be famous. She has their old chatlogs saved on her computer somewhere, and she'd be lying if she said she doesn't still read over them sometimes. They just make her smile, especially when she's so overwhelmed with school and work that she just needs a break. Finishing up a coterminal BS/MS at Stanford in Bioengineering with a minor in Biochemistry and balancing a TAing position, an internship with STAR Labs, and applications for graduate school really take a lot out of a girl. Marilyn—her ex-girlfriend, best friend, and roommate—keeps telling her she's overexerting herself, and maybe she is, but it'll all be worth it in a few years when she's working full time for STAR Labs and researching and engineering groundbreaking new things for the scientific community. She's so close to her dream, she's not going to back down now.

So, of course, summer for a coterminal student isn't really an option, but she always sets aside one weekend for San Diego Comic Con. She can't not go when she's already in the city and so, so close. Plus, this year they've got the greatest guest of all time. At least, the greatest in her book. Because this year, they've invited none other than Dave Strider to be one of their headlining guests, and she's willing to shell out as much money and time as it takes to make sure she's there, front row and center at his panel. She can't say she really enjoys Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff on a legitimate level, but she definitely enjoys it on an ironic level (which, she thinks, is probably the point), and she's seen the movovie movie at least ten times.

Okay, so maybe her love for SBAHJ is a little more legitimate than she'd like to admit, but she'll blame that entirely on the fact that she's still kind of in love with Dave even after all these years. She doesn't even know if he'll remember her when she finally gets to see him again at his autograph session. Honestly, she doesn't even need an autograph, she just wants to see him in person again, talk to him, hug him. He was never much of a hugger, but that's what made his hugs the best, because of their rarity. Wendy was so much more touchy-feely, always has been and honestly still is, that she hugged him a lot more than he hugged her, so when he really did hug her, it was the best feeling in the world.

His autograph session is right after the SBAHJ panel, and Wendy rushes downstairs to get in the VIP line, clutching one of her favorite pictures of Dave from when they were in junior high. It's horrendously dorky, and it took her forever to actually find the damn thing, but it's one of the only pictures of Dave she took herself, which is why she loves it so much. They'd gone to the science museum for a field trip and Wendy somehow convinced Dave to stand inside a giant bubble long enough for her to take a picture of it before he popped it. She worked hard making that bubble (after several failed attempts, she finally managed to make a stable bubble). They were probably thirteen at the time, he probably doesn't even remember it happened. But it's one of her favorite memories of their friendship, and she intends to remind him of it.

When it's finally her turn, she walks up to the table where Dave is currently sitting, right there, only a few feet away now. Her heart is racing, she's starting to sweat, and her voice is shaking slightly when she finally speaks, a shy smile spread across her face, her freckles lighting up under her skin as she hands him the photo.]

You don't have to sign it.

[She laughs nervously, her hand rubbing at the back of her neck.]

I, um. I don't even know if you remember me, or that, but I promise I'm not like a creepy stalker or something. We, uh, we knew each other, we were friends as kids. I took that at the Houston Museum of Natural Science back in... seventh or eighth grade. I moved a couple years later and we lost touch and...

[No, Wendy, do not cry. Crying is not an option. Do not cry in front of Dave Strider, the coolest guy on the planet, the guy you're still in love with, and thousands of his adoring fans. She sniffs, laughing and rolling her eyes at herself and her ridiculous show of emotion.]

God, I'm really sorry, can I just hug you?

[recordscratching]

[Dave grew up fairly wealthy, enough to have the biggest house in his class and to usually have new Apple products within the first month of release. His little brother, Dirk, was born when he was six, and they grew up pretty close. He didn't have a lot of friends at school, but he at least had Wendy, he liked to call her West-Wend, like that one show and also because she could run really stupidly fast, to play with every weekday. She was really cool, really smart, and Dave appreciated that a lot more than he realized. She inspired him to give a shit about things he didn't care about, they had fun, and at some point in his life he had a crush on her. How long that lasted, he wasn't sure, because a lot of things went wrong at once just a year or so after Wendy left Texas. Basically, his parents died and they didn't really have any other family members able to take care of them; Dave was 15, Dirk was 9.]

[They'd left a hefty inheritance that including their life's savings and their college funds. He wasn't allowed to touch a penny of it until he turned 18. Until then, it was jumping from foster home to foster home, losing touch with his friends but by god making sure his little brother knew how to multiply and not beat up kids who made him mad. While he worked on webcomics and one he planned on physically publishing, Dirk tore apart old electronics in the houses and made them into greater things. He got the one book published, luckily, and that at least helped get his name existing in the outside world. It was fairly lucky, though, that he hit it at 18 while the documentation for transferring his inheritance was in the process of being validated and shit, along with his official guardianship over Dirk. By February, Dave was thanking everything possible for the stroke of luck, signing an apartment contract, and sitting in large rooms with old men.]

[The right person had found his webcomic, gave him a call, liked his personality and from there it all went uphill. Dave got lucky, but that's not to say he didn't work to get to his uncomfortable foldable seat at SDCC. He had the interviews, the meetings, the seminars, but he had to get the jobs and the deals and the connections. He was given a chance and there was no way in hell he wasn't snagging it. Ironic, really, that his shitty ass webcomic he wrote as stress-relief, and sort of a diary, ended up being his goldmine while his published, 50-page graphic novel that wasn't shitty was still barely selling on Amazon. But whatever.]

[He had planned on catching up with all his friends, 90% of them solely online, now that he could relax, tell them all the horror stories of his foster families and all the great stories of his oh so exciting life. Unfortunately, he never really was able to get around to it other than shooting emails to those he could remember, just to say he was alive and almost famous, pass it on. Fast forward five more years, and he still hasn't really settled down to jam it out with them. He's at least 100% sure they'd all heard about his success, now, and sometimes he wonders if they've tried to contact him and it just got lost somewhere.]

[Dirk took the moving around worse than he did, but Dave's trying the best he can to make the kid feel comfortable in social situations. He's 17, now, about to be a senior in high school--he could have been done two years ago, but he just wanted to have some semblance of normalcy--and they've been doing a shit ton of talking about college, that thing Dave never went to but sure as hell is making Dirk go. Dirk, at this moment of SDCC signing shit for SBAHJ, is just chilling with his laptop, chumming with his own cross country friends, in the hotel room. He'll get him to come down later.]

[Dave's leaning back in his seat, the front two legs of the chair in the air. He's actually stupidly stoked about being fucking invited, but he's playing it off like it's no big thing. During the panel he answers questions he never thought would be asked for him to answer, he has the attention of thousands for something he created, and it's the best damn feeling in the world. Okay, second best feeling, he'd bet everything that Dirk crossing the stage is going to beat literally every other great feeling ever. He might even cry, fuck the paparazzi. But, for now, he's going to soak in all the appreciation and praise and dumbass questions.]

[He's been watching the red haired girl sitting the front row from behind his shades the entire time. He sometimes tilts and turns his head to make it look like he's addressing more areas of the crowd, but rarely do his eyes leave her. She's familiar, he swears to god he recognizes her. He's having trouble thinking of a name, but he might have a place and time; after all, how many redheads with freckles did he know?]

[His heart always starts pounding when it's autograph time, Comic-fucking-Con or not. He's good at acting cool, looking the part when he needs to, but he's really pushing down all the things that make him weird and awkward and nervous. There are least twenty people he wants to ask for a picture because they just look damn beautiful. They'd let him, no doubt, but god how weird would that be? Famous script-writer creator Dave Strider takes photo of fan, is it for character inspiration or is he just being fucking creepy? So he's just stuck in this character, in this deep black suit and white tie--he usually goes for bow ties, decided to change it up this time--signing photos and DVDs and boobs and foreheads and unrelated things he's not sure to find ironic, suspicious, or just weird. He appreciates it either way.]

[The red-head is getting closer, and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, he's counting the beats and signing his name and nodding at fans. Most guys smile, say something nice; he says maybe three words, stays neutral, and that's how they like it. Finally the girl is in front of him, and he changes posture; he sits up and leans back, taking her in.]

[He raises an eyebrow and takes the photo, too busy staring at her to glance down at it first. He's listening to her, so he's going to look her in the eye. Behind his shades, his eyes widen. His mouth draws into a line. No one in the world would know that about him, how he his best friend as a kid was a redhead girl with cute fucking freckles and...]

[Dave finally looks at the picture, and his mouth drops open just enough to be noticed. The crowd gets a little quieter. It's a picture of him, in a dorky little bubble wearing that dorky baseball shirt he screen printed his "logo" on. He's at lost for words, for once, he's usually full of them all up in his head, never out, but he's now grabbing at nothing. He clears his throat, puts the picture facedown on the table.]

I don't do hugs.

[Then he smirks, ever so subtley, just for her because he can't even stop this one.]

If you stand over there, West-Wend, I'll see what I can do when this, [He jesters minimally at the--fuck, is it growing? He's going to have to fire some bitches. But he's jestering at the crowd nonetheless.] clears the fuck up. Think you can wait?

[He waves his hand in the vague direction of over to his right, where it's empty and out of the way from the fans exiting.]

You can even time it.

[flashette]

[Wendy's heart sinks all the way into her stomach for just a moment when she hears what she was expecting to hear, that Dave doesn't do hugs. No, of course he doesn't, never has, it's just not his style. Still, the disappointment is clear on her face, and she's about to apologize again, already in mid-reach for her photo, but then she sees that smirk, that subtle little smirk that's just for her, and he calls her by that dumb nickname he gave her when they were kids and the smile that breaks out across her face is so relieved and completely genuine. She even blushes a little, because he does remember and now she's special. No one else in that line or even the people who work closest with Dave knew him when he was a kid, before he was famous, and she'd bet the majority of them are insanely jealous of her right now. Let them be.

She nods a little too enthusiastically, pushing her hair behind her ear.]

Absolutely. Yes, of course. I can wait.

[She's waited this long.

She steps aside, butterflies in her stomach as she briefly views the crowd again, all of whom are giving her a variety of looks from confused to annoyed. She makes sure it's okay to pull over an empty chair and plops herself down. She'll probably be sitting here for a while. Thankfully her phone still has the majority of its battery life left.]

[recordscratching]

[Dave nods and watches her go before beckoning the line forward. He does his thing, and while most people don't ask about what the fuck just happened, some do and he's stuck lying that she's a reporter or something, don't bother her. He's starting to rush through these, because the longer he recalls old memories, the more he kind of a lot wants to have his old friend back. He'd forgotten how much he missed her, and after he's signed so many things his wrist is throbbing, he's done, the doors are closed, and he shoots out of his chair as if it's on fucking fire.]

[He snags the picture from the table before the volunteer helpers go about their cleaning up business. He shakes hands with important people who were there with him, and really it feels like a fucking labyrinth of quests to get to Wendy. He finally does, and he doesn't bother fixing his tie, he does not care.]

[He flaps the picture at her, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.]

And why the hell do you carry this old thing around, huh? Wait another five years and it'll be worth a fortune.