The Sneak Attack Hug (has a short story accompanying picture--see under Fiction!)
The Dean Misunderstands
Ten feet of Doki Doki
Art by qtest_lil_angel Their temp shop was here (You can send a pm if you're interested in their art). They deserve all the tips! If this doesn't prove how much me and Dean are an OTP I don't know what will... ofc when he finds me wearing his hat...
Art by Momoka I got two freebie art from this thread at the Beach Party 2014 event. I highly recommend checking out their art shop and RLC information
The Dean taking a sun bath (and ideally dreaming about chasing me to make me serve detention)
The Dean and I share a kiss; more like I plant one on him
Art by Lyric Rainvale This is their temporary thread in the NPC Throwback forum This doesn't need much explanation wink
Sheshira had thought of a wonderful plan. The Dean had often crossed his arms across his chest—a variable emotional self defense move when he was feeling that lines were crossed either through breaking rules of the beach event or the rules of conduct and decency for a Dean. She’d make quick glances that sooner rather than later caught the attention of the Dean. He’d frown, look at the sand then make a coughing noise indicating that they’d both have pick up the cans.
Sheshira picked up the can unsure as to what she had done wrong this time aside from the teasing, the kind words, the trope-filled love confession and subsequent kiss. Though presently nothing was coming to mind even if the Dean was certain Sheshira was the root of most of the shenanigans but even Sheshira wasn’t that mischievous.
"Restraining order," the Dean reminded loudly. Sheshira looked around then looked at the string and annoyingly pointed to it which received a shrug and a tilt of the head from the Dean. It had been a little lax meaning she was not ten feet away as per the restraining order. She huffed and then grumbled into the can as the Dean raised the other to his ear.
"Fine, but what do you think I did this time?"
"More like what are you planning in that pretty little head of yours?" The Dean asked.
"Feh," Sheshira responded which made the Dean smirk slightly, "nothing… yet."
"Good," the Dean responded, "what do you mean yet? Sheshira, young lady, you had not be better be thinking about breaking any rules!”
"Well," Sheshira replied leaving the answer hanging, then was thinking about those crossed arms and how it was in perfect position for a hug. She dropped the can then raced across the sand. In no time she squeezed herself between the Dean’s crossed arms who was still standing there quite confused.
Sheshira was feeling quite happy with the hug and the plan. She was not yet thinking about what would happen after the hug. She looked up to find the Dean frowning and staring at her. He quirked his mouth in a way that Sheshira could have sworn was a smirk…but she couldn’t be certain.
"Restraining orders," the Dean replied in a very calm voice. It was frighteningly calm which meant that the Dean was very incensed at the rule-breaking. Sheshira’s resolve was breaking even if she was happy in his arms, but panic was setting in when he uttered the next phrase, "can be changed and perhaps a minimum of 25 feet distance or even no contact?"
"I-I’m sorry sir," Sheshira said who was feeling at odds with her feelings of being happy, scared, and sad. She could feel her lower lip jut out and tears form in the corner of her eyes, "I didn’t think…didn’t think the plan through. I’m sorry.. really…"
She looked up at the Dean who was staring at her intensely perhaps he was feeling sorry for her? His frowned deepened, as he gave her a squeeze. Sheshira’s eyes widened not because it was a squeeze out of anger, or that of annoyance but that it wasn’t. He let go of Sheshira and pushed her back encouraging her to walk forward.
She began to walk away when she heard the Dean yell, “Don’t ever do that again Sheshira!” All Sheshira knew was that those few moments in the Dean’s arm had given her butterflies in her stomach and those butterflies had butterflies in their stomach. She felt a smile spread across her face, as turned and locked her eyes with the Dean.
"I can’t make any promises," Sheshira shrugged feeling an entire blush take over her entire body and she could have sworn that the Dean had the smallest of smirks, and the faintest of a blush.
Fun in the Sun - Written by Sheshira
Sheshira sat with her legs crossed on her towel shielded by the sun by her oversized umbrella. She had resided herself to sitting by herself needing a break from the shenanigans. The shenanigans being love, and one very confusing Dean. He seemed to scream at her then make non-committal gestures and shrugs. Yet Sheshira seemed unable to stop from acting like a love-sick maiden of days gone by. She'd followed him, written him poetry, silly, cheesy poetry at that, she'd been sweet with him, she'd been sassy. Sheshira simply did not understand how she could fall so quickly and with someone who seemed so uninterested. Love was a trickster, like Loki. (Maybe Gaia had a trickster demi god who had done some shenanigans that resulted Sheshira being in this situation)...
Sheshira accessed her tablet and skimmed through the latest Gaian news. It seemed that Jahmez and Jolie had finally gotten together after a misunderstanding and lack of communication. Sheshira smiled widely having spoken to the both of them. Both had been thankful for Sheshira's kind words and encouragement. Jolie had even told Sheshira that while not understanding her love she supported Sheshira.
She came upon the latest news about a paparazzi photo snapped up of the Dean sunbathing. Instantly Sheshira could feel her cheeks warm while staring at the Dean uncharacteristically undressed and down to his...lavender thongs. The color that his mother, alive or dead was not determined, had chosen for him to wear. He'd been a dean for over 40 years he had told her. Sheshira guessed that the Dean was at least 60 years or older but there he was... someone who wasactually quite fit.
The image burned into her brain. It would not go away ever Sheshira mused. It was going to be the fodder to her dreams but that she'd keep secret...even if she'd not keep secret everything else. Sheshira groaned out loud and flopped forward. Her forehead was sinking into the towel as the sand gave way slightly. This love was going to eat her alive, she knew it.
"RESTRAINING ORDER!" She heard a familiar voice.
It was not the most opportune time to say the least.
"Sir, you approached me," Sheshira said not lifting her head, "I have been sitting here for some time."
"Very well then," the Dean grumbled back, "Carry on."
Sheshira sighed, feeling overwhelmed, tired, and unsure about her exuberance that once again seemed to get her kicked in the behind, "Yes, sir."
Sheshira had resided to carrying on a bit more quietly. She hazard a guess that as Dean any romantic interlude with any participant at the event could be seen as rule breaking, or perhaps the Dean held himself in such an authoritative state that he would never want to jeopardize the integrity of being a Dean, or lastly still perhaps he wasn't into her well at least not in the same impassioned fervor. Sheshira did respect his feelings but she also loved teasing the Dean, and talking to him, and wanting him to feel good about himself. It was quite the conundrum...
Sheshira heard a soft thud in the sand. She sat up and saw the can and string. It had been her way of teasing the Dean by having the cans be attached by ten feet of string so that they could still converse (him mostly yelling). She looked up to seeing the Dean's back when he held up a mirror, "I do look good."
Sheshira smiled. It was never going to happen but she knew that the Dean deep down loved her in his own way. A way she'd been charmed by. She'd love him in her own way but she wouldn't feel put out. No, she'd run into the sun with as much fervor as she'd always done. She'd live her life in the moment. She'd never feel afraid giving her all. The Dean would want that for her.
Sheshira got up, stretched, and picked up one end of the can. She could feel herself smirking.
"DEAN," Sheshira said loudly, grinning and laughing, then throwing one end of the cans, "Catch!"
Written by Sheshira: Each poem is untitled unless noted and some poems were written with a gif or picture that inspired it
Poem 1
How can I adequately describe this feeling of love when throughout history so many with more flowered words attempted to unravel this mystery How can I adequately describe this foreign sensation Perhaps do as the ancients do and present this carnation; this flowery language of love going back to Greek and Roman time symbolically gesturing the tongue-tied feelings of sublime adoration, affection, devotion, this every growing emotion and may the Dean ever accept this affectionate token ever full of the permanent love of my heart even in the temporary petals that will fall apart.
Poem 2
For you to remember but naught a few words that are every presently the sincere records that come gushing forth from this soul and the heart that you accidentally stole
Poem 3
From the very beginnings of my love's inception has been dealt with an adverse reception The rejection ran rife but through this strife my love for him has not diminished the bonfire of this love shan't be distinguished
Poem 4
How can I paint this feeling all of the screaming all of the teasing all of the needing This love is ever unceasing It's as if I am dreaming
--May I never awake
Poem 5
One, two, three, four, You'll always be the one I adore
five, six, seven, eight Meeting you was clearly fate
nine, ten, over and over again
ten, nine I'll say "be mine"
eight, seven, six, five, Rejected--I'll survive
four, three, two, one, this love will never be broken
Poem 6
If I could be your Lady Justice Non-existent would be the artifice and lacking the caprice We'd be each other's moral force always true, always on course hand-in-hand through life's courts
Poem 7
It's true reciprocated love was rather slim This love was done before it was had begun Never had that spark unlike one kawaii desu shark And between you & me I think you can quite agree I've grown attached to my limbs
Poem 8
It makes me feel like flying see up close the skying; the rivers like haphazard string; the oceans and waters glinting; the land mottled with fall and spring whose beauty it does ring pales to the love song I sing.
Haiku 1
restraining order-- these ten feet are only a test of this love
Haiku 2
Detention--you scream Each time echoing love and devotion to you
Poem 9--Just two sentences
I must admit I've been taking quite a gander at the Dean sunbathing in briefs of lavender
Happy Valentines Day!
To my favorite Dean My love is truer then any have seen, I've only a simple message to say Happy Valentine's Day
Poem 10
I might be another Louise but please don't feel any unease about how I could simply slap you; rest assured it is only a love tap.
Don't be a Square
Don't be a square Why not dare To take a chance on me We're so meant to be!
The Mean of our Love
The mean of our love is the sum of our fights divided by my sleepless nights; the sum of our flirting divided by the count of our racing hearts; the sum of our banter divided by our laughter. Following the rules of arithmetic with a liberal dash of the poetic we'd see the mode of our love is filled with positivity, and above all with the rules and calculations it is about time for the applications.
I knew you were the one
I knew you were the one shining brighter than the sun and this love was set to stun and my heart you unwillingly won
Love was only a fairy tale
I thought love was only a fairy tale whose sole purpose in this current age was for companies to make a sale and nothing more than a golden cage
Then that fateful date on that sunny beach where I first came across you and true love now seemed in reach I was hooked through and through
The world around
Since you love is all around Seeing the world through love's filter Hoping you will come round And I won't be out of kilter
It burns
My heart--- Burns with passion Yearns with desire Concerns of your spurs Churns at the unknown Learns to endure Returns always to you
Stardust
Star dust is what we're made of Looking for our home galaxy I know one day you will see We fit together like hand in glove
Reworked:
Love, we're made of stars past Looking for our home galaxy Hope that you will one day see together we'd be at home at last.
Lazy hum of Summer
It happened in the lazy hum of summer That I was struck by love's stinger And the heartfelt emotions once in slumber Began to awaken becoming more than a linger To the point that even Nature's flutey pales to your incandescent beauty
As Valentines comes to a close
As the Valentines event comes to a close nearly everyone here already knows that love is always around. It froze not nor did it thaw, it may have its highs, lows sometimes quick, sometimes it slows. To some it feels as if it chose us as we go where it flows. With certainty my love always shows that to you it always goes.
My plea
My love sets me free and I can only give a plea that you finally see that we're meant to be
Poem 11
Never have I felt more alive as I allow my love to thrive and work, plea and strive that at this place you will arrive mutual love no longer we deprive
Mask of Confidence
A mask of confidence I might have worn as I was constantly dismissed While my heart was being torn cupid's arrow had certainly missed
---I cannot regret that we kissed
Even if our relationship was certainly fraught I was determined to persist always knowing I had a slim shot despite what I had so persistently wished
---I will not regret that we kissed
Nothing's been the same
Nothing's been the same since I decided to fan the flame Struck by cupid's wayward arrow love seeped down to my marrow
How could fully describe that kiss? Aside from the unfathomable bliss? From what I could finally deam was that it was a fully realized dream
Wait(ed)ing
I have long since waited and waited How could you still not understand As if you have your head in the sand? We're completely and utterly fated... Truly, I am a force to be reckon but know that I am always sincere and will always want you near hoping that you will respond as I beckon...
If you want to create your own Surl E Dean avatar I have found that the Monster Style item has a couple of great expressions to capture when he's angrily reminding us to "Follow the rules" or "Detention!." Another item that I have to be a good replication of his glasses is the glasses from Silicone Pirate. His hat is from the Legendary Mage monthly collectible though sadly the cloak does not layer correctly for us (on him the collar is not showing). I have not yet been able to afford a good suit for him (This is "his" quest thread; though if you have better options please tell me.)
Feel free to make your own avatars and I will add them here with credit to you.
Thank you!
First things first: The official avatars: The Dean in his Association of Deans beach approved outfit circa 2012.
The Dean in his Association of Deans beach approved outfit circa 2014; also his day to day outfit while carrying out his many fabulously done duties as Dean.
If you have more official avatars of the Dean, please quote me and provide an image of the Dean. Thank you!
Fan avatars courtesy of fan-created account Surl E Dean (the one I am "married" to; and yes a mule of mine)
The Dean is not happy over the snapshots
Association of Deans beach approved outfit -socks optional-
