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You know what's been on my mind? I've deleted all my newer bg3 posts on this blog. Then created a second blog to post other games on there. The reason? Some hateful anon messages I know I shouldn't care about but it's still been on my mind. If you're only here for sims content that's totall fine!! But please don't send me hateful messages that everything besides the sims is annoying you. You can always unfollow or block certain tags.
That's my blog and I'm gonna post whatever I like and brings me joy. It's about having fun and sharing gameplay, I don't want to force myself to push out certain content because people tell me to do so.
#I feel kinda dumb that i've listened to these messages and even moved my other content#but after overthinking everything as usual#i've decided to delete my second blog and post everything I want on here#I don't know why these messages were such a big deal for me#anyways I still have some bg3 gameplay to post#also this is was brought me into bg3#lovely simblr suddenly posting bg3 content all over my dash when it was out#I loooved it that's why I decided to buy it!!#thank you for that btw!#great now I've deleted all my precious callyx posts on here ;-;
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â ;; CLICK!
BeeeeeeeeepâŚ.
YOU HAVE: ONE NEW VOICE MESSAGE.
Tentative and hoarse, a usually crass young voice fills the other end. Words come atypically sluggish; not unpracticed as if read off a fresh script, but rather an exhausted, half-conscious kind of tone.
ââŚHi. Don't ask how I got this number, I have people and their names are none of your business.â A great start, clearly. âUgh. I hate this fuckin' sappy shit⌠look, okay. I know that lately I've been kinda into myself. I'm not dumb, I know you let things slide just a little too much. A lot of⌠things. That I shouldn't have said or done. And, umâ uhg, this is so fucking stupid, you probably already deleted this. I know you don't wanna hear from me. I-I wouldn't either⌠heh, i-isn't that pathetic? When you're so alone the only person you can turn to is someone you're supposed to hate? Who by all means hates you for what you've done to thââ
â ;; WILD, UGLY HACKING COUGHS INTERRUPT the teen's rambling for an uncomfortable amount of time. Rough and heavy, too; like they're coming straight from the lungs and still not finding any reprieve⌠actually, one of those sounds particularly irriguous, as if hacking up some kind of liquid.
ââŚS-Sorry, I⌠that's what I wanted to call you about. I mean, you're probably not listening anymore. Maybe that's for the better⌠good, I can finally say it. I just⌠I need to get it out. I-I think I'm dying. I've been telling myself for a long time that nothing's wrong with me, but I suddenly lost consciousness trying to go up the stairs and⌠n-now I'm just scared. That I could just drop like a fly any time.â Pause. When he next speaks, he sounds close to tears. âIf you're still listening, please⌠p-please indulge my selfishness one last time. If something happens to me⌠WHEN something happens to me, come find Kit and Chaos. Drag them out of this shop kicking and screaming if you have to. They won't last a day without me to protect them from the Doctor. I-If I didn't at least try to keep them safe, I mean⌠w-what kind of brother would I be? HaâŚâ
â ;; RECEIVER MUFFLED, HAND COVERING UP its silicone carefully, the faint sounds of whimpering sobs are briefly heard. He's desperately trying to collect himself.
âI-It's funny, really. You say you want to die, but you start to get there suddenly it's scary. I⌠I'm scared. I d-don't want to d-die, Tails,â addressing a duplicate by his name rather than some insult chain; a rare sound for certain, âbut I don't think that's in my hands anymore.â
â ;; SILENCE, A LONG PAUSE FOLLOWING some audible shuffling. He's clearly contemplating.
ââŚI'm sorry. For everything. You're a good person. I've always been so jealous of that but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. No one asks to be born.â Pause, again, this time shorter. âI think that, if things were different, I maybe would've even wanted to be your son.â
â ;; THROAT CLEARING LOUDLY, QUICKLY MOVING on from that revelation, he practically talks over himself.
âI-I have to go. Kit's waiting on me. I, unh⌠I h-hope⌠you have a good⌠night. T-Tell Blossom⌠um, hi, if you want to. From me. And I⌠w-well, I have the feeling there was still more I wanted to say, but I can't remember any of it now. I guess it's not a big deal. Goodnight, Tails.â
â ;; CLICK!
BeeeeeeeeepâŚâŚâŚ
YOU HAVE: ZERO NEW VOICE MESSAGES.
Silence fills the air.
Tails had been out of the lab all day, spending time with Blossom, so he had let his calls go to voicemail. He never expected to hear him on the other end of the phone, let alone a message. However... Tails could clock right away that something was wrong.
He listened to the voicemail in silence, first on his own, then playing it for Gemerl as he entered the room. Both were dead silent throughout the whole message. Tails noted every little detail about the call. His coughs, the liquid, the shift in tone near the end of the message... the apology. Whether Chronos had intended it as such, or if he had simply resigned himself to fate and was truly just asking this as a favor in his final moments, Tails took it for what he felt it was most;
A cry for help. And he couldn't turn him down.
"So... we going to get him, then?"
"No," Tails says bluntly, standing from the computer chair. "I'm going alone."
"Now hold on, you don't know what you're up against, Tails." Gemerl's tone was obviously quite concerned, but Tails wasn't having the discussion.
"Gemerl, you and Blossom are going to stay with Cream and Vanilla until I get back. If something happens to me, I want you to keep them safe."
"Miles--"
"Do NOT argue with me on this!"
The Gizoid falls silent at this outburst. He hadn't seen Tails this aggressive in quite some time. The last time he could recall was when he made the decision to create a new arm for himself.
"Gem, you heard him on that phone call. I'm not going to just sit by and let a child die. He wants me to take them in? Fine. I'll do it. He deserves at least that much. But if there's anything I can do for him personally? If I can get him out of there and maybe help him, or at worst make him feel comfortable in his final moments? I'm going to do it."
Gemerl is still silent, but it's clear he understands. He nods in response. "...Try not to get yourself killed," he remarks. "Last thing I need is to perform a second surgery on you."
The fox nods. "...And... tell Blossom I said I'm sorry. But when I come back... I promise we'll finally take that Chao Garden trip." And with that, he storms out of the lab.
He was settling this now. There was no more just sitting on the sidelines.
There was another Robotnik that needed dealing with. He hated to admit it... but there would be an immense sense of catharsis by the end of this.
It may not be his Eggman he's tearing down, but he was going to make sure this bastard got everything he deserved.
#the inventor | tails#reborn gizoid | gemerl#cracked mirror | timeclipsed#check your mail | asks#tw long post#ask to tag
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Waaaaiiit you grew up an undiagnosed neurodivergent? I feel like I should have a tom of questions because I've recently begun to wonder if I'm neurodivergent too, but I can't articulate my questions at all. So I guess what I'm asking is, what was that like? How were you diagnosed? What's the story behind that? Are you comfortable sharing your experiences with growing up "undiagnosed neurodivergent?"
Big, big caveat that I have not been diagnosed with anything. Smaller caveat that it's looking about 98% likely that I'm very ADHD, which would certainly help explain
"she's very bright, if she would just focus more in class and be less disruptive she'd be perfect" on every single report card I ever got
I'm listening, I promise, I'm just not looking at you, and if you make me look at you I won't be able to keep listening
if I cannot doodle in class I will Die
did I miss the day where they passed out a handbook of social rules
nah coffee doesn't wake me up or disrupt my sleep schedule at all, if anything it makes it easier for me to focus, guess I'm just weird that way
I've finally finished the thing I was working on and I just realized I've been sitting cross-legged for six hours without moving, I'm hungry, everything hurts and I really need to pee
why do I feel so weird and bad AH yes I have forgotten to eat
didn't I make tea sometime in the last four hours
hey wanna hear me talk about the media that's been consuming my every waking thought yea you do here goes
there's a car a block and a half away whose brakes are squeaking so I didn't hear anything you just said
I tried doing the assignment you asked for but it was so boring I wanted to melt so I did this cooler thing instead can I still get a good grade
I already know how to play this music, this is boring, I'm going to play it twice as fast so I'll be done quicker and wait for the rest of the band to catch up, because that is how music works
"oh yea that person hated you for years for some reason, they talked about it all the time, you really didn't know?" no but thanks for letting me know I guess
what do you mean I have to put both my feet on the floor when I sit in a chair, do you want me to die
hey wanna hear some cool space facts yea you do here goes
I'm ten years old in a class of less than twenty people and I don't understand why a solid dozen of those people won't stop making fun of everything I do and say but I've at least figured out I have no way to make them stop so I'm going to try leaning into being proud of being weird even though I'm not really proud I just feel dumb and confused and alone but I can at least pretend I have some control over this situation because I'm receiving zero support because the school administration doesn't know how to address bullying that doesn't involve physical violence and I can't work up the nerve to even be angry at most of these guys even though anger would make things so much easier to emotionally handle because when they're not making fun of me they're friendly and fun to be around and that's really all I want from them and I don't want to push them away when they're being friendly to me because then they might start just being terrible and I'll be even more isolated and I don't even realize I'm scraping along emotional rock bottom for years until
I'm fourteen years old in a new school where I don't know anybody but nobody thinks of me as the designated bullying magnet and people actually act like they like me and think I'm new and interesting and fun to talk to and invite me into friend groups and social gatherings and the things that made me weird and hurt before are what's making me interesting and fun here and I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop but it never does so
I'm seventeen years old at a high school class retreat and I'm clumsily trying to explain to the rest of my grade how much they've done for me just by being kind and I had a plan for what I wanted to say but the minute I got up on the podium it all turned into a blur and I still have no idea what I actually said to them but I hope they got the message
I'm eighteen years old with a close-knit friend group I still can't quite believe is real and I don't think I'll ever be able to explain to them how much they've done for me and I'm really worried we're going to splinter when we split up for college but we don't because sometimes people really do care about each other
I construct a youtube channel specifically designed to let me infodump all my directionless media enthusiasm into carefully-crafted serotonin machines so I can stop boring my friends to tears with them and start inflicting the infodumps on willing audiences that actually seek them out
I very gradually start processing that the fact that my life kinda sucked for several years had nothing to do with my worth as a human being and everything to do with the fact that I was stuck in a bad situation with a lot of other unhappy people, and that things being good now isn't some temporary fluke doomed to fail
I'm twenty years old and I see someone online mention "rejection sensitive dysphoria" for the first time and a whole lot of things about me start making more sense
Everything gets better and I'm happy, well-rested, and not alone
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Hi love! I've had this idea for a bit and I think it would be perfect in the same universe of your plank all over me one shots! Okay do you remember that interview where Conor Maynard planked Tom with the fake interviewer?? What if Tom tried to do the same thing to prank y/n but as soon as the fake interviewer walks in she immediately knows what's happening so then gives super weird answers or tries to mess with tom in all the answers she gives?? You don't have to do it if you don't want to tho!
Plank All Over Me - Prank Interview Edition
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Tom and Connor Maynard try to prank you, but you prank then right back
Disclaimer: you donât have to have read the others to understand, but check them out ;)
Plank All Over Me
Plank All Over Me - Yoga Edition
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âWhatâs going on guys? Itâs Conor Maynard here and Iâm joined by an old friend of mine.â Conor pointed to Tom.
âTom Holland.â Tom smiled at the camera.
âYou May have heard of him, probably not. Heâs not very well known.â Conor joked.
âI know, mate. Iâm so lucky youâre putting me on your channel. Could be my big break.â Tom replied.
âMy other friend Josh Pieters is in the other room with Toms girlfriend, the incredibly famous and lovely Y/n L/n. If youâve seen my video where Josh, Casper and I pranked Tom with a fake interview, you already know whatâs about to go down. If you donât, Josh has an AirPod in under his headband. Weâre going to be giving him things to say and he has to say them to Y/n. Weâre gonna try to really freak her out. Are you ready Tom?â
âVery ready. Y/n, I love you pretty girl but you had this coming.â Tom rubbed his hands together.Â
âLooks like sheâs in the room. Introduce yourself.â Conor instructed. âBut make it uncomfortable.â
âHi, Iâm Josh but you can call me Josh.â Josh said with a blank stare. You vaguely recognized the boy interviewing you but you couldnât pinpoint where he was from.
âOh uh, hi Josh.â You laughed lightly. âIâm Y/n.â
âTell her you had a pet called Y/n and something terrible happened to it.â Conor snickered.
âI had a fish called Y/n when I was younger.â Josh informed you.
âAw, thatâs sweet.â You smiled.
âYeah. It was my best friend until my brother swallowed it alive.â He said with no emotion.
âOh.â You replied, not knowing what else to say. You began to sense something was off. He was wearing a headband, for one, and he didnât look like he normally wore them. Someone was up to something.
âEven more uncomfortable.â Tom ordered.
âIâm a big fan so itâs very nice to meet you.â Josh said. âA huge fan actually, if you know what I mean.â Josh gave you a wink and you swallowed thickly. It suddenly dawned on you where you knew him from. He was Josh Pieters, the YouTuber who pranked Tom. Youâd seen a number of his prank videos with Casper Lee and Joe Sugg and had a feeling that this one would be no different. If he wanted to prank you, youâd give him a taste of his own medicine.
âNot that uncomfortable!â Tom said.
âThank you, I appreciate that.â You answered, preparing to have a little fun.
âBe normal. Ask her about the Marvel making Eddie a girl.â Conor said.
âFor those who donât know, the character Eddie Brock, who later gets infected with the symbiote Venom, is a male in the comics. How do you feel about Marvel changing the role to be played by a woman after your audition?â Josh asked. You thought about your answer for a moment.
âI think it was a really dumb move, actually. I originally auditioned for the role of Anne, whoâs Eddie Brocks girlfriend. I think they shouldâve kept Eddie a boy since women are weak, useless creatures and I hate them all.â You answered matter-of-factly and Josh looked a little taken aback. You nodded as if it confirm your answer and Josh looked lost.
âOh.â Josh said and leaned to the side as if he were listening to something you couldnât hear.
âIâm kidding. I love that they made Eddie a girl. I was so excited when they called me and told me who I was playing.â You followed up. You didnât want them to catch on too soon that you were messing with them. You had to dial it down.
âAsk about the Spider-Man/Venom relationship.â Conor told Josh.
âAnd me. Ask about me.â Tom added.
âIf it fun getting to play Tom Hollandâs on screen girlfriend as well as being his in real life girlfriend?â Josh asked you and you smirked. So Tom was behind this as well. Now was your time to really mess with them.
âNot really, if Iâm honest.â You answered.
âWhat?â Conor laughed.
âWhat?â Tom deadpanned.
âReally?â Josh asked while stifling a laugh.
âItâs just, there are so many attractive men in the Marvel cast, Tom included donât get me wrong.â You assured him. âI kinda wish they let me date one of them on screen since I already date Tom off screen.â
âAsk her who sheâd want to date.â Tom demanded, watching you with hooded eyes.
âWho do you wish you were dating?â Josh asked you.
âDefinitely Chris Evans.â You answered too quickly for Toms liking. âOh, did you mean what character?â
âIâm gonna die. Iâm actually going to perish.â Tom backed away from the microphone and covered his mouth with his hands.
âKeep going. Ask more about Tom.â Conor instructed.
âBut you like working with Tom, right?â Josh tried to bring the conversation to a positive point.
âAgain, not really.â You shrugged.
âInteresting.â Josh stated, silently begging for the boys to tell him what to say. No one was prepared for your answers.
âAsk why.â Conor said as Tom fanned himself in the background.
âCan you elaborate on that?â Josh asked.
âItâs just weird acting along side your boyfriend. I think he should leave the acting me to, honestly.â You smiled innocently, knowing Tom was somewhere freaking out.
âDo you think heâs bad?â Tom grabbed them microphone.
âDo you think heâs bad?â Josh repeated.
âWell, heâs very attractive. Iâm sure that was a big factor in getting the part. But his American accentâŚâ, you made a face, ânot the best. Being from New York is such a big part of Peter Parker that I feel like Marvel shouldâve gone with an American actor. No offense to Tom, of course. Heâs great in all his other movies.â
âWow.â Josh squeaked.
âShe told me she loves my American accent.â Tom whispered, bewildered.
âAsk her about her favorite accent.â Conor tried to lighten the mood.
âDo you like British accents better?â Josh asked you.
âIâll tell you what I like. Chris Hemsworthâs accent.â You gushed. âI think itâs the hottest thing ever.â
âDid you guys hear that?â Tom asked gravely.
âHear what?â Conor asked him.
âMy heart shattering.â Tom answered.
âTom, itâs just an accent. Itâs okay.â Conor assured his friend. Tom couldnât even hear him anymore. He grabbed the microphone with a heavy hand.
âAsk her if she likes Australians better than the British.â He demanded.
âYou think Australian accents are better than British accents?â Josh repeated Toms question.
âIs that even a question? Duh.â You laughed.
âI canât breath.â Tom wheezed.
âI do like your accent, though.â You said, catching everyone off guard.
âShe what?â Tom asked. âWhat?â
âOh, thank you.â Josh said, beginning to panic.
âWhere are you from?â You asked, leaning forward on your hands.
âSouth Africa.â Josh told you and you smiled brightly and you continued your plan.
âWait, really? Thatâs so exciting. Iâve always wanted to go there.â You beamed.
âSince when?â Conor looked up at Tom.
âSheâs never said anything about South Africa.â Tom said in confusion.
âItâs a beautiful place.â Josh agreed.
âI bet. England is so dreary.â You rolled your eyes. âMaybe you can take me to South Africa one day.â
âMaybe.â Josh nodded as he tried to send messages in Morse code by blinking rapidly at the camera. You smirked, knowing your plan was working.
âChange the subject, Josh. Before Tom dies.â Conor ordered.
âAsk her about the wallpaper.â Tom blurted.
âWhy the wallpaper?â Conor asked.
âItâs the least romantic topic I could think of!â Tom exclaimed.
âSo, this is some really nice wallpaper, wouldnât you agree?â Josh changed the subject. This threw you off a little but you were determined to win this prank.
âI was just thinking that! You read my mind.â You said excitedly.
âThat backfired.â Conor said as he watched Tom fall to the floor in agony.
âYour name is Josh right?â You asked coyly.
âYes maâam.â Josh answered.
âI love that name.â You complimented. âI always have.â
âDo you?â Joshâs mouth dried up.
âTotally. Itâs so exotic.â You beamed. Toms head snapped up from the floor.
âExotic? There is a white boy named Josh in every high school movie ever made.â Tom exclaimed. âExotic compared to what? Toast?â
âThank you. I like it too.â Josh said awkwardly, wishing the boys would give him something to say.
âItâs so much better than a white bread name like Tom. Who names their kid Tom? What is he, an apostle?â You laughed. âJosh is way cooler in my opinion. Itâs like the name of a god or something.â
âA god?â Tom nearly screamed. âWhat would Josh be the god of?â
âGingers.â Conor shrugged.
âThank you.â Josh said and gave the camera a stern glare.
âTell her about your quail.â Conor suggested.
âThatâs perfect. Sheâll think heâs a total weirdo! Great thinking Conor.â Tom patted his friend on the back.
âNot exactly my plan, but okay.â Connor nodded.
âDo you have any pets?â Josh began his segway.â
âI do. I have a dog named Tessa.â You answered. âSheâs not really my dog, though. Sheâs Tomâs.â
âI know youâre an animal person. You must love her.â Josh smiled now that the prank was back on track.
âHonestly, I canât stand her. Sheâs always sleeping in our bed with us and begging at the table. Iâm this close to telling Tom to get rid of her.â You pinched your fingers together and watched Josh go pale.
âThat was it. That was the thing that killed me.â Tom mumbled as he slumped in a chair.
âTalk about the quail!â Conor repeated in an effort to save Tom.
âI have a pet too. Itâs a quail.â Josh told you proudly.
âA quail? How did you get a quail?â You asked with a smile.
âWell my friends and I bought a carton of quail eggs and put them in an incubator. Only one hatched but Iâve kept her as a pet.â Josh told you the infamous story. Youâd seen the video he posted about it but decided to play dumb.
âYou saved a quail? Thatâs amazing.â You gushed as if youâd never heard the story before.
âIt was just a fun thing for YouTube but Iâve actually grown quite fond of her.â Josh said, beginning to enjoy the interview.
âThatâs the mosh amazing story Iâve ever herad.â You swore. âYouâre a hero. A real life hero.â
âOkay. He put a carton of eggs in a hot box. Heâs not Mother Theresa.â Tom pouted.
âYou and Tom should come over and meet her sometime.â Josh suggested.
âGood. Bring the conversation back to Tom.â Conor nodded.
âYeah. Iâm feeling better now.â Tom agreed.
âTom doesnât have time be there. It can just be you and I.â You said as you looked at him through your lashes. Josh looked panicked.
âNever mind.â Tom groaned, clenching his stomach.
âWhatâs your last name, Josh?â You asked as you twirled some hair around your finger.
âPieters.â Josh informed you.
âPieters? Thatâs so cute. I love the way it sounds. Can you imagine it with my name? Y/n Pieters.â You smiled. âDoesnât that just sound effervescent?â
âIt sounds lovely, Y/n.â Josh said, eyeing you strangely.
âToms still dead but if he were alive right now, heâd be livid.â Conor sighed as he listened.
âI can hear it. And I am in fact livid.â Tom said from his newly claimed spot on the floor.
âYou know who elseâs last name sounds good on me? Osterfield.â You were pulling out all the guns now. âI think Y/n Osterfield sounds great. Donât you agree?â
âUhhhâŚâ Josh feared for his life if he agreed.
âDonât you dare agree.â Tom grumbled through the microphone.
âSay you like Y/n Holland best.â Conor suggested.
âThatâs good. Say that.â Tom nodded.
âI think Y/n Holland sounds better than both of those.â Josh told you.
âYou think?â You made a face. âI actually hate Toms last name. It doesnât fit with anything. Itâs too long.â
âOsterfield is longer.â Josh reminded you.
âI bet Osterfield is longer.â You said and winked at the camera. Tom caught the double meaning and started sweating profusely.
âAsk her if she plans to take my last name when weâre married.â Tom asked, fully panicking now.
âAre you gonna take his last name when youâre married?â Josh repeated.
âYeah, like weâre getting married.â You laughed.
âShe doesnât want to marry me?â Tom asked, all anger draining from him. It was replaced with devastation and defeat.
âAsk her if she wants to marry Tom.â Conor said as he watched Toms fallen face carefully.
âYou guys arenât planning on getting married?â Josh asked, feeling himself beginning to sweat.
âWe are.â You nodded and Tom sighed in relief. âTo other people.â You added.
âShe killed me and now sheâs beating my corpse with a phone book.â Tom said in exasperation.
âTry to change the subject again away from marriage.â Conor pleaded for Toms sake.
âYour hair looks really nice today.â Josh blurted.
âThatâs not helping!â Tom shouted.
âThank you! I really like your hair too. I totally have a thing for gingers.â You nodded.
âSaid no one ever!â Tom scoffed.
âAbandon that conversation immediately. New plan! Ask her what her favorite thing about Tom is.â Conor shrugged.
âSpeaking of Tom, whats your favorite thing about him?â Josh asked, ignoring the insult from Tom.
âMy favorite thing about Tom? Thatâs easy.â You smiled and Tom did too. âHe always puts the toilet seat down after heâs done. I hate when boys leave it up. So, probably that.â
âHer favorite thing about me is how I put the toilet seat down?â Tom asked with a blank stare.
âAsk her something else about him. Heâs dying, Josh. Heâs on his last leg.â Conor begged.
âFinish this sentence: my boyfriend gives the bestâŚâ Josh began.
âKisses.â You gushed. Josh looked at the camera for approval and he heard Tom sigh happily into the microphone. âJust kidding, he gives the best directions. Heâs really good at giving people directions. His kisses are lack luster, but Iâm sure that doesnât surprise anyone.â
âAsk her what in the the absolutely, positively, burning, bloody hell that meant?â Tom quipped.
âWhy not?â Josh asked you.
âDo I have to say it?â You asked.
âMake her say it.â Tom ordered.
âYes.â Josh nodded.
âNo lips.â You shrugged.
âCanât argue with her on that one, mate.â Conor told Tom.
âCan you get her to say one nice thing about me before my ghost ascends into heaven?â Tom sighed in defeat.
âWhat do you love about him? There must be something, right? Why else would you be together?â Josh asked you. You decided it was time to let up.
âThere is something I love about Tom.â You smiled dreamily.
âThank God.â Tom said, leaning forward to hear you clearly.
âFinally.â Conor after.
âReally? What is it?â Josh asked.
âWhat I really, truly love about Tom,â you smiled at the camera, âis how he thinks he can prank me better than I can prank him.â
âWhat?â Josh laughed as he realized youâd be toying with him.
âWait, what?â Tom stuttered.
âWhat?â Conor asked at the 50th turn the video had taken.
âCome on, Josh. I smelt BS as soon as I walked in here.â You declared. âYou think I havenât seen Conners video where you pranked Tom exactly like this? You boys must think Iâm dumb.â
âWait a minute, she what? What?â Tom tried to wrap his head around what he was hearing.
âWould you look at that.â Conor said, dumbfounded.
âYou knew it was a prank and you let us believe we were pranking you this entire time?â Josh asked, not bothering to hide how impressed he was.
âYup.â You popped the p.
âCome on.â Tom pulled Connor out of the room and ran to where you and Josh were. You burst out laughing when you saw Toms red face.
âHa! I knew Iâd get you.â You clapped as you pulled Tom into a hug. âYou shouldâve known better than to challenge me. You know they call me Prank Sinatra.â
âNo one calls you that.â He mumbled as his cheeks flamed up in embarrassment that youâd gotten him so good.
âModern day Prank Ocean.â You shrugged smugly.
âHow did you know it was a prank?â Conor asked you.
âI watch you and Josh all the time. I know a prank when I see one. I got you guy so good, thinking I liked the name Josh and all that.â You said triumphantly.
âHey.â Josh warned.
âSorry.â You apologized.
âSo all your answers wereâŚâ Tom began.
âComplete and utter lies?â You finished. âWhy yes, yes they were. Every last one.â
âYou made all that up? All that stuff about my accent and not liking to work with me?â He asked hopefully, needing to hear you confirm it.
âObviously! When do I ever say âeffervescentâ? You shouldâve known I was only joking, lover.â You assured him as you pressed a kiss to his lips. âIâd never say that stuff. I love your accent and I love working with you.
âAnd the marriage stuff?â He said softly. You knew you took it a little too far with that one.
âIf you want that to happen, you know what to do.â You shrugged casually and he blushed.
âI cannot believe you pranked us this badly. I feel so defeated.â Conor sighed.
âYou shouldnât have challenged the queen of pranks.â You told him as Tom presses kissed of relief to your cheek.
âWait, what about what you said about wanting to date Chris Evans?â He remembered.
âThanks for watching everybody! Bye!â You said to the camera before running out of the room.
âWait! You didnât answer my question!â Tom said as he ran after you.
âDonât forget to subscribe!â You shouted from the hallway.
âWhat she said.â Conor smiled again the camera before turning it off.
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FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF U WANT, IM JUST A SAD LESBIAN AT 7 AM WITH NO SLEEP. hello itâs ur local gay gal and her woes with her irl love interest jic u want some brief amusement
me: *confesses*
her: *says she feels something warm for me, just that itâs not feasible rn since weâre not in the same city but once we are we can see how it goes* *is understandably a little distant for a month or two due to her cat-like nature*
me: ok! :D guess THAT decade long friendshipâs over! *overthinks things,speedruns heartbreak*
her, since before AND after confession: hey hey look at this article about the immigration. look here are the new laws. here i made space in my cabinet for your future tea collection.
me: damn canât believe i got my heart broken.
her: i quit my awful job after u gave me inspiration ! hereâs more articles and updates on international students and ur options for uni here !!
me: *listening to sad songs like a thirteen year old in 2000s movies while crying*
her: *sends messages on a daily basis*
my dumb ass: sometimes itâs like i can still hear her voice! shit bro gotta move on.*emotionally detaches*
her: *double texts, triple texts, quadruple texts, waits ten days and resends texts *
me: wow remember when i thought i was gonna travel the world with her like weâve explicitly planned to for years, down to cuddling in norway???? absolute clownfoolery
(honestly the only thing that happened was that we had a shared hobby online that she put a random stop to shortly after the confession, saying sheâd lost interest. which maybe she did!! esp due to sucky job. we just lost years and years of work put into it. iâm almost sure being outright rejected wouldnât have hurt my lil dumb heart this much.)
god iâm gonna end up alone because my greatest enemy is me
i just sad-impulse bought a 400 dollar appliance on a grad studentâs salary pray for my wallet. ramen for like a month here we gooooo
even tho i worked for 10 hours there's no way i would ignore a fellow gay venting ok đ¤đ¤
i've been kinda in a similar situation myself- it just sucks cuz you know you both like each other but distance keeps you apart,, and you never QUITE get over it knowing that's literally the only reason TT life sucks sometimes. but brooooo if ur describing her behaviour accurately she's trying to get you to live at her place SO hard rn HAHA but also it's understandable you'd be upset if she suddenly dropped a longtime hobby. it must've been something you put a lot of time in together, right? even if her reasoning is understandable, it's okay to miss that.
A 400 DOLLAR APPLICANCE.... GIRL.............. HELP. ALKSFDLKSDF what did you buy honestly. i have to know now... what did you sell a kidney for to purchase.
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CALI COAST.
Filip âChibsâ Telford x Reader
Anon asked: Hiya, love your writing!! Iâd like to request a chibs Imagine about a him falling for a female mechanic at TM. Thank you đ
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Driving the car crane, carrying a blue sedan that you were trying to seize for three days, but the owner was such a dickhead till he finally pissed you off and you had to point him with a gun. Tig told you to do it, even if you've never fired one. His face was worth the risk of being reprimanded by Hale. Danny claps at you, when getting off of the crane, you point your new acquisition with both hands and a huge smile on the corner of your lips.
âTada!â You say with a melodic voice, jumping one time.
âGood job, rookie��. He says urging you to high-five, giving you the âseizedâ sticker.Â
Very proud of your work, you take it to stick it on the front glass, crossing your arms after it to admire your piece of art.
âOk, let's pull down this big guyâ. Danny palms your back, ready to drop the tow and park the car with the rest.
âYaâ, man, who's that lass?â Chibs steps slow down, some meters away from you, hitting Tig's chest with his palm, actually hurting him.
âWhat the fuck?!â He yells rubbing himself over the kutt.
âShe's (Y/N), the new Teller-Morrow mechanicâ. Happy comes from nowhere, scaring both men, with no gesture in his face. âShe's like a Pop Tart. Sweet and crunchyâ.
âDid you already fuck her?â Tig sighs staring at him.
âNoâ.
âThen, how 'you know she's crunchy?â
âShe broke Juice's nose yesterdayâ.
The men break in laughter, now understanding why his face looks like shit.
âWha' happened?â Chibs tries to talk, starting to cough because of the loud laughs.
âShe just got scared, 'cause he was behind her in silenceâ. Happy turns at them, narrowing on of his shoulder, making a move with his head to follow him.
The SOA president has been out of Charming for two weeks, taking care of the gun's business at southern Cali. For you, he was just traveling. The guys talked about him a lot in his absence of the club and you were pretty excited to meet him. At least, he's also your boss. So, when Tig shouts your new nickname making you turn, you go immediately with the same smile on your face.
âWhat's'ap, boss?â You say placing your hands behind your back, covered by the green jumpsuit of the workshop.
âThe presidentâ. He says pushing the man into you, with a singsong voice, making the scottish clicks his tongue.
âJust Chibsâ. He adds, offering you a hand in somewhat formal greeting.
âFinally!â You say excited narrowing it, actually feeling a little nervous. âI'm (Y/N), but they call me ârookieââ.
âRooke'â?
âYeah, like a prospect for the clubâ. You explain then, getting back your hand with the own other.
âAnd she likes whiskyâ. Happy puts a forearm on one of the president's shoulder, taking off the toothbrush of his lips.Â
âReally? Ya' wan' one? So ya' can tell me where did ya' come fromâ. The man offers then, turning an arm to the club entrance, and you obviously can't say ânoâ even if it's ten am and you just finished the first coffee of the day. You nod in silence.Â
Tig and Happy continue their way to the workshop, whilst you're walking by the scottish side with the nerves running through your whole anatomy. Everybody knows the Sons of Anarchy, everybody knows what they do even if they didn't see it. You know you don't have to be afraid, nor scared, but you can't help feeling it anyway. In a gentle gesture, the president holds the door for you, smiling slightly coming in. The club is empty, not even music is being played and it's kinda strange. Maybe they prepared before this meeting, so no one could bother you.Â
Even if you have been working for the last two weeks, if Filip decides to fire you 'cause you're not what he was looking for Teller-Morrow, he can do it without needing the support of anyone. You like your job and they pay you quite well, having a very flexible schedule, and treating you like another one of the family. So losing it, it's not an option.
You can see the man turning around towards the bar, grabbing two glasses to serve a whisky from an old bottle. You can recognize it. An special edition of Blue Label of Johnnie Walker. You have never tasted before, but you heard about it. Honey and vanilla are the first nuances you can taste having a sip. Chibs is staring at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for an opinion. SnappingÂ
âIt's sweet, but bitter because of the citricsâ.
âDammet', lass!â He yells excited, hitting the bar, provoking you a chill. âIts true ya' like wheske'â.
âYea', I... doâ. You nod with pursed lips, seeing him walk towards the sofa.
Sitting there, you doubt for a second carrying a chair next to him and leaving your drink on the table, looking around for a second expecting what he wants to know.
âSo tel'me. Where 'ya from, where ya' worken'... All thes' thengs'â. Chibs finally says, placing his whisky above the table, leaning towards you with his forearm supported on his lap.
âI'm from Los Angeles, my father had a workshop too, so it's family businessâ. You explain yourself, not sure what more you can say about your life. âWhen he died thrââ.
â'Am sorre'bout thatâ. The president holds your right hand for a while, narrowing it.
âYea', life's things, I guessâ. His touch is firm, looking at both hands sideway, before continue. âWell, ah... It was three years ago. He left me the workshop, but I was alone and I couldn't do it without help, so I had to sell it. I was working with my uncle, till I decided to move on. And... a friend told me about yours and I said... Why not? So, here I amâ.
âHm...â Chibs nods thoughtful resting his back on the sofa, moving his gaze from one side to another in nowhere.
âListen, ah... I know it took me three days to seize that sedan, and I have no excuses, but I really like this job. I mean, work hereâ. You look desperate licking your lips and gesticulating more than necessary, not trying to give pity, but asking for another chance.
âRelax, rooke', I'm not gonna keck'yar assâ. His loud laughter, shaking his chin, infects you chuckling. Not sure if because you want, or because you're doing it to please him. âThe bike in the backyard, is yars'?â
âIt was my father's. He used to run Cali with it, till he couldn't do it anymore. But it's not working. I have to fix itâ.
âYou wan'me to help ye'?â
The question takes you by surprise, twisting your neck as a dog would do when he's confused. Until now, you have been doing it by yourself, even though you can take her to a workshop and not worry about it. But someone offering himself to help you it's something new. Not actually âsomeoneâ, but the Sons of Anarchy president. And your boss.
âYes, yes... I mean, sure. If you have timeâ.
âAye! 'Course, lass. Wha' ya' have is a fuckin' gem! Wha'bout tonigh'?â
You don't say anything, but it sounds like a date. And it doesn't surprised you by the way he had to greeting you, when you two met minutes ago. His fingers were a little shaky and you can swear that even his hand was somewhat sweaty. Finally, you nod before he could start to think that you're kinda dumb, having a sip of your whiskey.
âYa ken'? I had one simila' when I was younga'â. He comments, seeming like the man wants to continue your talk, but doesn't knows how to do it. âI toured Scotlan' whet'et'â.
âI've never been there, but I saw it in photographs. It's an amazing countryâ.Â
âAye! Et'eâ
Some yells outside call your attention, and you recognize the voice by heart, 'cause you have been hearing it for the last three days. Rolling your eyes and getting up, down by the scottish's gaze following you, you walk towards the workshop with a serious gesture on your face and your arms crossed above your chest. The sedan' owner is there, with Hale by his side. You're fucked.Â
âShe was! She was!â The blonde man is pointing at you accusatory, seeing how the sheriff rubs his eyes. âThat bitch pointed me with a gun!â
âDid you?â Hale asks you with a hand resting in the butt of his own gun, hanging from his belt, and the other hanging by a side of his body.
âNo, sir. I didââ.
âYou, fucking liar!â The man practically jumps to you, being blocked by the SOA president, hitting him straight to his face.
Everything goes so fast that you can't even react. But the scottish is putting you behind his body, after punch the sedan' owner, with a hand thrown back slightly touching your abdomen. Hale is handcuffing him, growling and cursing at you lying on the ground by the sheriff.
âIf you say anything else, I'm gonna accuse you of obstruction, do you hear me?â The cop says putting him down, starting to walk next to the car so his co-worker can sit him inside the car. âDo you want to file a complaint?â
This time is coming back towards you, with a sigh on his lips rolling his eyes. You shake your head, hiding out from Chib's back, frowning at the blonde man.
âDon' worry, sir, it's okâ. You say then.
âTel'im fi' me that he won't get his car backâ.
And without saying anything else, he turns at you placing an arm on your shoulders to urge you start to walking back to the workshop.
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When your turn is already finish, you drive back home the enough time to have a shower and changing your clothes for something more comfy taking into account the plan you are going to have. You're also trying to not think that it's a date, even if it was like it sounded. And you can't help but feeling nervous parking by a side of the yard, frowning missed when you notice the fact that there's only a bike. So, your suspicions get confirmed. Actually it's not something that bothers you, after all you've heard about him. Loyalty, strength, sincerity, self-confidence, kind and polite. And an accent pretty funny. So, why not?Â
âWha' ya' thenken'?â Chibs comes from nowhere, scaring you and making you scream.Â
The man starts to laugh loud, while your face becomes rude with pursed lips and a hand on your chest trying to calm your heart beat.
âJesus Christ...â
âDammet, rooke', it's true ya're ease' to scare!â You sigh rolling your eyes because of his words. âCom'ere, I've alrede' brought yar' bikeâ.
âDaMmEt, RoOkEâ. You joke on him with a high-pitched tone, whilst he's laughing louder.
âYa' amaze me, lassie. Dinnae' know you talk scottesh'â.
âWhat the...?â You find yourself laughing too in a relaxed way after a long time, shaking your head with a sigh, going to the workshop illuminated by some lights.
Turning over your steps you notice that the place is practically empty, guessing that Juice took off all the cars by Chibs' petition, playing fool when you find with your gaze two cardboard boxes from your favorite burger joint. Hiding your curiosity and moving your feet next to the old Harley Davidson, you let your fingers travel over the metallic handlebar. Memories crowd your head, one on top of the other, until you collapse. You still haven't driven it, because your father kept it for almost eight years on his garage, till he left. And it doesn't need a lot of fixes, but you haven't been able to get started before. You couldn't, 'cause it's the only thing you have of him.
âWhen was the... fers' time ya' ride't?â
Turning to the man, finding him supporting his back against the wall with a big cup of coke in his left hand, sipping from the straw. You shrugs your shoulders, taking the other drink to imitate him with your gaze on the matt black motorbike.
âI didn', yet. Alone, I mean... But by my father's backâ. You say almost in a whisper. âI was five years old. We toured Cali coastâ.
âCali coast amaze me, et's a good ferst' rideâ. He says then, after some seconds in silence. âDed'ya by night?â
âDawn, actuallyâ. You answer with a goofy smile on your lips and your eyes on the drink between your hands, playing with the straw. âI... remember that... my father came to my room, to wake me up saying âlet's go, bunny, adventure timeâ! He was very excitedâ.
It's the first time in years that you're talking about him and Chibs looks pretty curious about it, but you're trying not to break your voice. Smiling sideways, you stare at the scottish man, shrugging your shoulders again, not knowing how continue.
âWhy âbunnyâ?â
âI like velocityâ.
âOh, realle'? Wha' bike ded'ya have before et'?â
Your cheeks turning red and your lips pursuing second by second, containing a laugh, makes him raises both eyebrows with curiosity.
âA Vespa...?â You mutters biting the straw, while Chibs laughs again. You're starting to love his laugh, no regrets. âAh, ah, but...! I have a Mustang, so, boom!â
Your left hand imitates the typical gesture of dropping a mic, getting up from the wall to walk towards the food with innocent air, opening one of the bags with your forefinger and having a quickly look.
âYa'hungre?â He asks then, following your steps to grab boths bags, twisting his neck in a soft gesture to tell you without words about to have a seat.
So you do, on one of the cair placed on the front yard, next to a corner.
âSo, what et' needs?â
âBrakes. I need to change them. Now it has ones that are obsolete and I was thinking to put an ABSâ. Leaving your drink between your feet, you take the burger Chibs is offering you to unwrap it on your lap.
âSounds good. Do ya' have them?â
âYea', I bought them in LA. And I think could be good change the tires, the oil and the handlebar grips, they're a little wornâ.
âTha's'ease fo' ya'â.
âYeah, but... I didn't want to fix it, actually?â
âWhy?â
âI'm scared to have an accident or something, and destroy it. I don' have anything of my father, but his bikeâ. Having a bite with your gaze on him, you cover your mouth to keep talking. âSo, I just... was telling... myself that I didn't have time... to fix itâ.
âBut we're gonna do 'et!â Chibs exclaim excitedly, opening his arms for a second and holding the burger and the beer in each hand. âI know yar' father prefers to fac'ap his bike, than keep'et in a garage with dust on 'etâ.
âYea', I think so...â.
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First, knocks on your door. Then your bell ringing. Palming the mattress till you find your phone to watch the clock, you read all the notifications in the locked screen. There are almost eleven lost calls from Chibs and a lot of messages. And it in silence. You practically jump off of your bed, running as never before to the main door, opening it.
âFinally! Jesus Christ, I thought ya' were dead!âÂ
âWhat happened? It's everything ok? Sorry, I just fell asleep anââ. You're talking so fast that your tongue ends up making a mess.
Chibs enraptured looking at you from top to down with a goofy smile on his lips, very interested in the Black Sabbath' shirt you're wearing. Clearing his throat, while your gaze travels to the dark van parked in front of your house. Tig and Juice are taking off of it your motorbike. Pushing him away from you, with your left hand on his chest, you take some steps barefoot above the cesped. You're face shows surprise and confusion, believing for a while that you're dreaming or something like that.Â
One of his hands wrap your left wrist, urging you to look at him. You're legs shaking for a second.Â
âYa're prette' with messy hair and tha' shirt, but I wanna ride with ya'â. He says then, trying to hide his excitement.
And you want to hide yours, but you can't. You hug him, but not with a normal one. You're rousing and thankful, surrounding his neck with yours arms leaning on your toes. You know he wasn't expecting by the âohâ he mutters kinda surprised, taking some seconds till he finally is able to wrap your back and your waist pushing you closer into him, resting his forehead on your shoulder. Then, Chibs understands why Happy said like you're like a Pop Tart. He knows it tooks you just one second to make him fall in love with you and that the fact of worrying about your favorite take away restaurant, it wasn't only 'cause you're âthe rookieâ.Â
The scottish have a deep breathe from your hair, starting to wish he hadn't, because he's falling a little more. And he can't watch his mouth.
âYa' smell really goodâ. He tells you with a husky tone on his voice that bristles the skin of your arms.
âHoney and vanillaâ. You mutter with pursed lips, before the man making you a gesture to come in your house.
You nod in a hurry, running back to your room looking for the perfect clothes to drive. A comfy pair of jeans, a vaporous shirt, your boots and a leather jacket. Keeping your principal stuff in a bag and grabbing your helmet, you walk towards the main door sooner as you can. The van isn't there anymore but your bike and Chib's one, close to yours, are parked on the sidewalk. He's already waiting sitting on his, turning on the engine when you're wearing the black helmet before keep the bag under the seat, the scottish stares at you with a hug smile and a dearly gesture on his face.
It has been eight years since you heard your father's Harley roaring, and feeling how your body vibrates on it it's simply amazing. You can't even describe how you feel right now, looking at Chibs with that gesture mixing incredulity and surprise. Pressing the brake, but also the gas, the back wheel squeaks without caring if you wake up your neighbors.Â
âLet's go, lass!âÂ
You release the brake, letting your motorbike rolls above the road with a hoarse growl flying off from the engine, being followed by the scottish. He didn't tell you where you're going, but after five days talking about your childhood in Cali, it's pretty clear that he wants to ride the coast with you after seeing the emotions that provokes you the memories doing it with your father. You know well he wants to be part of it, part of your routine and part of your life. And you're letting him come in 'cause, why not?
You know the road by heart, touring it with the fresh dawn's air hitting your face, till it turns with a salty smell after some hours driving in silence, enjoying the landscape views. You're closer to the ocean and you can feel it inside your lungs, closing your eyes for second. Time enough to make you fly back to your childhood. The sound of the engine, the seagull, the waves breaking. Everything is the same as you remember. But you're not a child anymore, you're ridding California with Filip Telford by your side, who can say that? Only you. And it's not because who he is, but because of who you want him to be for you.
It's sunrising. In the horizon, the sky is mixed with blue, orange and soft pink. It's your favorite part of the day, but now it's different. You're /living/ it, breathing it, enjoying it totally relaxed as never before, with Chibs' eyes on you for a ephemeral instant, fully spellbound. And that's what makes it special this time.
âDon'ya thenk' it's time fo' a coffee?â He asks loud enough for you to hear him. You nod laughing, 'cause you really need it after sleeping for just four hours.
Some mills away, you finally stop in a rest area on top of a small cliff. Taking off your helmet, you walk towards the wooden railings looking down. You're too close of the sea that almost some salty drops splash your face interspersed with the sea breeze. You couldn't get tired of a place like that. The smell of hot coffee pushes you into reality, turning to Chibs so you can hold the metallic mug.
âMaybe I put some Cardhu in'etâ.
âMaybe?â You break in laugh, leaning your nose over it.
âWhen I say âmaybeâ, et's because I alrede' ded'etâ.
âSo... the other night, at the workshop, maybe it was a date?â
âMaybeâ. He nods, blowing his drink, before taking a drink. âMaybe that's the second oneâ.
âMaybe you already won me, fixing my bike and bringing me hereâ. Giving him your most smooth smile, you drink too, turning to the ocean while he puts an arm on your shoulders letting you rest your cheek on his. âMaybe you put a lot of Cardhuâ.
âYea', maybeâ.Â
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Deltarune Chapter 2: Live Thoughts
So, since the new chapter of Deltarune came out, I've played it all the way through, so, here are my thoughts as I had them. Basically a live-blog, but, not live anymore, I wrote these in my notes app before.
NOTE: Obviously there are going to be ALL THE SPOILERS for Deltarune Chapter 2 in this, as well as Chapter 1. Reader discretion is advised.
Wow, okay, so I was wrong about it being immediately explained.
Various descriptions have changed, and Iâm not sure if itâs because of the change to a new game, or the one to a new chapter.
I feel like Berdly is definitely a m��lady guy.
Okay, so, weâre not skipping class this time.
I really wish we could call Toriel and tell her weâre gonna be late again, but I couldnât see an option for that. Maybe Kris told her on the ride to school.
Okay, so, Noelle is definitely adorable, and a huge lesbian.
Susie seems lovestruck too, kinda.
SHE HAD CHALK, AND SHE DIDNâT TELL ALPHYS BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT SHE AND SUSIE COULD GO GET IT TOGETHER OH MY GOD
Okay, honestly wasnât expecting the closet to work again.
Fricking LOVE the new transition.
Okay, so, Ralsei knows about, the real world? How, why, and what?
Oh, that, makes, a little sense? But also, if we hadnât brought the toys over to the closet then, would they all be, dead?
AND WHAT IS RALSEI IN THIS CONTEXT?!?!
Okay, but I love the new town.
Holy shit, save points have storage, AND a spare list? Hell yeah.
So, weâre all level 2 now. I guess they moved from EXP based (or, execution point based?) to Milestone.
Love the basement for bad guys, with K. Round standing guard.
Bitch said âChild abusers live in Hamster Cageâ.
Wait, he uses the hamster wheel?
I donât know if I believe the king about his âbluffâ or not. I think not, but, I donât know.
I can see the âSusie moves to Ralseiâs castle to escape her abusive homeâ fic already.
RALSEI GAVE KRIS A TRASHCAN, AND SAID IT WAS FOR THE MANUAL IF HE GIVES US ANOTHER ONE OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY MY SWEET FLUFFY BOY
And of course, the moss call-back.
Oh god, Susie just said âMy own room, huh.â and my heart is ready to shatter.
This girl has one actual food item in her fridge, and itâs just salsa
Oh, scratch that, thereâs ice, crumbs, and jawbreakers in there too?
Oh, okay, Ralsei did give her actual food.
Entering Lancerâs room gives the cartoon Splat sound effect from Chapter 1, and his bedroom is identical to Chapter 1.
Perfect.
And the sound effect, plays in reverse when leaving? Okay.
So, explore until weâre ready to leave, huh? Seems, suspicious.
Oh my god, I just realized, the LightCandy is literally the chalk Noelle gave Susie. What the fuck.
So, for giving the Top back his cake, we get regenerating SpinCake that heals everyone for 140. Nice.
Battle challenges, huh? This should be interesting.
So, we can get a ClubsSandwich, $100, orâŚJigsaw Joeâs entire life savings. Okay.
Aw, Clover has separate heads in their dialogue box!
Just realized this âdojoâ also has their bed. Odd.
Alright, letâs take these challenges!
Oh, so if we act with Kris, than spare with Ralsei or SusieâŚgot it!
He has a mercy meter. Thereâs a mercy meter now. I love this.
Oh, of course his life savings is exactly one dollar.
I can already tell the Graze challenges are gonna be the biggest bitches.
Okay, so, being able to rematch bosses, with different gimmicks and attacks, but based on the same logic? Always amazing.
I love the little cut-ins from the other characters with certain lines, like Susie and Lancer revealing âfor a priceâ means zero dollars.
âCookie and Wifeâ?
The Blacksmith runs a bakery where he can fuse itemsâŚokay.
Imma get a Silver Card.
What the fuck, Mr. Society?
Okay, so, weâre âleavingâ through the way we came in, so âsurelyâ weâre going back âhomeâ to the âreal worldâ and our âfamilyâ. Sure.
LANCER was added to your key items.
Oh was he now?
And so was Rouxls, âeven though no one wanted that.â
Oh, we, actually went back to the light world. Huh. Actually wasnât expecting that.
Jack of Spades, and the Rules Card. Makes sense.
Still LV 1 here, thankfully. No murder yet.
Okay, thankfully I can call Toriel now.
âŚUndyne, what the fuck?
Also? This, car horn music, I guess? Is, umâŚinteresting.
Oh, the, computer lab. Where Toby was in Chapter 1. Okay. Makes sense.
âGuess this means we canât start our project.â Iâd say the biggest obstacle is more that we have no clue what the hell this project is supposed to be.
Hmm, we could use the computer at my house, or we could have a fun Toby Fox adventureâŚ
My house!
I knew Susie wouldnât allow it, also, you always wanna jump in big pits? Thatâs, worrying.
Computer lab time!
So, computer themed, maybe?
Rouxls jumped out, apparently. According to Lancer.
Okay, this build up is creepy, whereâs the fluffy boy?!
Who is SHE?!
Was
Was that Noelleâs chatter sound?
Asking for help?
OH MY GOD
ITS THE REINDEER LESBIAN
SHES BEEN TAKEN
NOOOO
And, I suppose, this must be, our queen.
Q5U4EX7YY2E9N. Sure. Iâll stick with Queen, yeah.
Oh, sheâs a computer! ThatâŚthatâs probably not, great?
Oh, those plugs are bad, brainwashers. Okay.
Okay, theyâre both tiredâŚbut Ralsei isnât here. Fuck.
Aiming at moving targets is hard.
2 Werewires spared, only 4 to go, I guess!
RALSEI IS BACK, YAY!
Fun Gang, back together, working to save Susieâs soon-to-be-girlfriend!
Rhythm game to start a new bumping song. Nice.
Might live blog less from here, since, you know, the game is starting proper.
God, I love Deltaruneâs look and sound, itâs so clean? And expressive, and AAAGH, I just love it!
I love angry Ralsei.
First lose control laughing moment: Kris and Susie squishing Ralsei like a toothpaste tube, to play an arcade game.
Did, did I just play Punch-Out inside an Undertale?
Curing computer viruses with SyringesâŚsure.
Sweet is the rhythm guy! Nice to meet you, Sweet! You and Toby are great at this music thing.
Hey, Susie can act now! Awesome!
Ralsei too, because of bullying! Yay!
Now the whole gangâs dancing!
(This is where I took my first real break, to process stuff and relax, and also to sleep)
In between thought: itâs kinda interesting that, in Chapter 1, Susie basically had to be forced to care about Kris, Ralsei, and Susie, but as soon as Noelle is in the slightest bit of danger, sheâs immediately like, âWe have to save her or die tryingâ, huh?
âReverse diss-tracks, where the vocalist puts themselves down and praises QueenâŚor noise music.â Thatâs some, interesting taste in music.
âAll our songs are only 4 seconds long!â Damn, so youâre, like, Vine musicians?
So, the Knight is opening alternate fountains, that create dark worlds out of, more mundane places? InterestingâŚ
So, someone new is leading the rebels. This, canât go well.
Smorgasbord 2.
Oooh, a TP raising Item! Nice!
Oh, the guy who was already working for Queen is a Werewire now. Okay.
66 up arrows. Hmmm, I wonder if I can retry at some pointâŚ
Oh boy. Hereâs the queensâŚwait what?
Oh my god.
Go kart time.
Noelle, you traitor! How could you!
Oh, okay. Berdly I believe more.
Also, âbelovedâ.
I love how Queen apparently didnât even ask him.
âLight Nerdsâ Good one, Queen.
Thatâs one weird Check for Berdly.
Berdly, for Godâs sakes, Noelle is a lesbian, you idiot.
You know, given this villain rant, I think I hate Berdly more than I do King. And Iâve dealt with both bullies AND abusive dads.
Oh god, Roller Coaster Tycoon murder (also Berdly is dead)
Garbage! Saved by it again.
Oh, this place looks glitchy.
Also, Susie, youâre not the king of the trash pile. Youâre QUEEN of the trash pile.
Oh god, please donât tell me sheâs dying.
Okay, good, she just needed fluffy boy hug.
Fork in the path, advantageous to split up, huh? But thereâs three of us, and, two paths probably.
Okay, I can either go with the Fluffy boy who might secretly be evil, or the mean girl who might get lesbian scenesâŚhmmmâŚ
Iâm flipping a coin.
Okay, Ralsei it is!
Oh, Susie is upset at me getting to pick.
Oh, theyâre going together.
Oh, this canât be good.
If I had a nickel for every indie game with a cat themed metropolis on my pc, Iâd have two nickels. You can finish the meme.
I swear I just saw Noelle on the right. Something big in the streets, hmmmmâŚ
Okay, definitely saw Noelle that time. Shame the Poppups, popped up.
âŚI get it, Toby, but Iâm still mad.
Blocked 10 adsâŚokay, I still love this game.
God, Iâm already missing my party members.
Okay, so I still have Lancer, but, Iâm really hoping Noelle listens to reason, because Lancer is, not.
Oh god no, donât fight me now Queen. And please donât join me.
Alright, nobody likes Berdly. Figured.
God theyâre so dumb.
âG-got any room for another truce?â Noelle, I would do a No Mercy run for you, of course Iâm going to help you.
I canât believe âNo Triple Truciesâ is even an option.
Yay! Noelle in party!
âLV1 Snowcaster. Might be able to use some cool moves.â Sheâs got Heal Prayer, a more powerful (but more expensive) Pacify, and a damaging Ice move for only 16% TP.
I love her.
I donât know what a sugarplum is myself, actually.
Noelle, you have a one track mind, and I like it.
Lancer, sheâs not a cream, and weâre not making her a bad guy.
Oh, and sheâs scared of mice, I love it!
Ah, sheâs never been in battle before, letâs see how this goes.
See? That wasnât so bad, Noelle.
Oh, sheâs a natural!
âNeedles arenât scaryâŚâ Tell that to anyone under 20, Noelle.
Also, âsubtleâ pro-Vax message?
Oh my god, I just love her animations.
So, the virus and the syringe are fightingâŚhmâŚ
Okay, so, first, Noelleâs defend animation, also perfect.
Second, so Ambyu-lanceâs bullets block and destroy VirovirokunâsâŚhmmâŚ
Have I mentioned how much I love Noelle? This funky little Christmas Lesbian can do no wrong.
Oh my god, she canât even confidently say weâre friends, and hearing Kris say it makes her happy, I love her so much.
Okay, so, Queen drinks Battery Acid. Makes sense for a computer.
Kris is so done with this shit, I can tell.
I am both scared of and loving Queen.
Oh Jesus Christ Berdly what the fuck is that.
That is not greatness that isâŚI donât know. Iâm pretty sure even tumblr isnât horny for you, Berdly.
Christ, heâs gonna break Queen by being an idiot and then heâll be the Chapter boss.
Her eyes say lying. Of course.
âI Did Not Know You Had⌠Nipplesâ thatâs, a good point.
âŚBerdly, you disturb me.
Second lost control laughing moment: Noelleâs cardboard robot face, and Queen just saying ��Wow Cool Faceâ
Lancer, what is the âillusory nipple techniqueâ?
Oh, of course the music bots built the statue. Berdly would never do manual labor.
Oh, and, they built the next âbigâ thingâŚhmmmmâŚ
Why are we, flavors of tea???
Okay, that should be all the werewires for now.
The, clothing store, sold me, a useless mannequin, for $300. Of course.
I am going to touch the cheese.
Maus!
Cheese maze, purposely ruined to spare more Mices.
Hmm, Berdly talks about Noelleâs crush. $20 says he actually thinks itâs him, or maybe Kris at a stretch.
Noelle is now immune to mice! Yay!
Oh, CD Bagel, Seedy Bagel, just got that.
Okay, sacrifice pacifist run to kill BerdlyâŚIâm tempted.
Uh, Berdly, Noelle just one shot both your allies. Iâm not alone, you are.
Jokes on you, buddy, Iâve been dodging A+ for years!
â(He hit me in the face with a tornado��)â Yes, Noelle, and I have papercuts on my eyelids. He do be an asshole.
Oh good, they both made Battery Acid Pies. Now weâre in a car together. Perfect. This is exactly how I wanted things to go.
Potassium
Who is this trash man?
Spamton, huh. Oh boy.
Oh god, this song has lyrics.
Oh joy, a mini boss on my own. Just what I wanted.
Oh, new game over screen! Nice.
Anyways, I hate this guy.
Okay, just one more deal, I think. I wonder whatâs next.
Iâm not giving you my credit card info, dude.
Oh damnit, 1% more.
Okay, Iâm very scared now.
Oh, I lost $51. Thatâs, fair.
Okay, back in the car.
Oh my god, Queen loves Noelle too. Perfect.
Lancer took the mixtape! Nice!
Oh, he ate itâŚnice!
DECEMBâŚ
Oh god sheâs a little kid.
December.
Iâm so sorry, Noelle. I really hope youâre going to be okay. Weâll figure out what to do.
Queen, why does everything you have explode?
Now the prize is on my head.
Susie and Ralsei! Youâre back!
She can slightly heal me nowâŚcool!
And she taught him Sarcasm. I love them all so much.
Uh, Susie! You can have it!
Okay, so, now Susie is both gay for Noelle, and suspicious of her. Amazing.
And Noelle is turned on by the threat of being killed. Have I mentioned I love these dorks?
The gangâs all here!
Uh, just got past fireworks, and, whereâs Noelle?
Oh, okay. She was just watching Fireworks.
Oooo, catching mice minigame!
Oooo, more elaborate but simpler to control mice minigame!
Oooo, bucket hole!
Also, nice gay Noelle moment noted.
Oh no, please donât take the perfect girl away from us!
Okay, so, I donât like Berdly, but, Acid river? Bit muchâŚ
Oh, okay. He was never in danger. I hate both of you. GIVE US BACK NOELLE
GOD DAMNIT NOT THE CAGE AGAIN.
Oh, great, now weâre captured too. Except possibly Ralsei.
She only plays mobile games. Burn her.
For once Berdly is correct.
Queen, you are dumb.
Is that the super Mario world fade?
I donât, next question.
No looking at my Search history!
Oh, hey, we can chat in here.
LANCER TIME!
YES I MISSED YOU YOU DOPE
Lancer, never say Pants hole again, and never say you were inside it either.
Lancer, do you still not know our name?!
So this is how they lampshade the tutorial-Toriel thing, huh?
Oh no, Lancer, please donât die in here.
Um, are there rooms for all the kids at school?
AsrielâŚ
Puzzle time!
Plot twist: Susie is not Susan.
Berdly is dumb.
Admittedly, I did brute force that second one a bitâŚ
Okay, now Susie has outsmarted both me AND Berdly. This is sad.
Oh god, heâs gonna cry now.
Oh, my god, thatâs what December meant. Thatâs why Berdly cares about Noelle. Thatâs whyâŚoh god.
Oh wow, Susieâs a gamer. This is incredible Lore.
Oh wow, first Lancerâs face returns, now Berdly is Anime. I love this game.
Oh my god, Ralsei in a tux. I love him.
Alright, so, Lancer needs to go back to Castle Town, and we need to get the heck to Noelle. I hope Berdlyâs plan actually worksâŚ
Aw, I wanted him to stay tuxedoâŚ
Color Cafe, huh?
Oh god, Rouxls came here. I am terrified.
I love this hype manor song!
Toby Fox, why is there so much 3D Shenanigans in this 2D Top Down RPG???
Note: from here, I end up going to the secret of this chapter. Do not read if you donât want to be spoiled on that plotline. Skip to where I say Pancake Batter.
Okay, Iâm going back, and Iâm gonna find this third blue check mark.
Okay, found it, now to get back to the guyâŚ
Yay, fireworks, again!
East treasureâs hallway leading to Basement on 1FâŚ
Oh dear.
So thereâs a secret here after allâŚwhere isâŚ
Found it!
Okay, how to open this lock, nowâŚhm.
Well, one thing was in the field, so, maybe in the city?
Oh Jesus itâs Spamton.
$28, not a penny more.
KeyGen, huhâŚ
If this is as hard as Jevil, Iâm gonna be pissed.
Oh, great, just Kris going in. Again. Fantastic.
Oh what the fuck.
Oh Jesus Christ I hate this build up.
Oh, and I died on the elevator. Thatâs fun.
Okay, so I hate this elevator. A lot.
Okay! Took like six tries, but I made it past the elevator! Now, letâs see whatâs waiting for meâŚ
EmptyDiskâŚhmmmmmmmmâŚ
Maybe take that back to Scamton or whoever?
âŚRalsei, Susie, what are you two doing?
Okay, trash man, you better like this.
Oh Jesus Christ.
Okay, this is not what I expected to follow Jevilâs lead. But, letâs see what happens when I turn this disk in.
Oh, nothing happened. Sure it did. Just gonna walk away thenâŚ
Oh, wouldnât you know it, something happened!
Okay, so big puppet robot man. This is terrifying.
THANK YOU SUSIE!
Roller coaster boss! Again! Oh good!
YELLOW SOUL!
Canât write notes, gotta kill.
Spamton, oh my god. And itâs Neoâs outfit. How the fuck did I not realize before?
Im terrified, letâs GOOOOOO!
Holy shit is that the Undertale Game Over message??????
Many tries later
Okay, I think itâs actually Ralsei and Susie talkingâŚ
Quitting the game so they can get their healing items out of storage and buy some good ones extra later
Okay, third turn, and Iâve only been hit once! Granted, it did almost 50 damage to Susie, but, still, doing better this time!
Even more death later
Did he just, attack himself?
Is he surrendering?
IâŚI did it! I did it in one sitting! Minus quitting so I could grab healing items that did more than 40 HP!
Oh, he killed him by freeing himâŚâŚ.okay.
Dealmaker, huh? Letâs see what this bad boy isâŚ
+4 defense, +5 magic (even on Kris?), and $+30%âŚâandâŚ?â
Okay, Ralsei, you get that, Susie getâs Jevilstail, and I get many questions.
Alright, now back to the actual plot!
OhâŚKris has goosebumps, and Susieâs asking if theyâre okayâŚno. Iâm saying no.
I love these two so much. Now letâs save the adorable lesbian.
Pancake Batter. Alright, weâre good.
Sorry, Noelle, got distracted.
Mouse wheel!
Tasque manager helped!
Man, this room is big and empty, with an odd exit door and screens on the north wall. HmmmmâŚ
Toby!
Thank you annoying dog!
Okay, I still love this music. Just wanted to say that. Anyways, PROGRESS!
Weâre tea covered now. Except Susie. Sheâs tea filled.
Oh god, I donât trust Berdly with Susie.
God, Knight teased.
Duck ride with Fluffy Boy.
Okay, so, puzzle time, methonk.
High Five!
More duck ride!
Ralsei, do you wanna do the kissy?
Oh boy.
Oh jeez.
Oh damn.
Rouxls.
Ralsei, you read my mind.
Oh Jesus itâs the tank from the first game.
Okay, so, we, take houses? Okay.
I canât believe some people thought this dork was Gaster.
Wow, I beat him in like 3 and a half turns because I blocked him in.
Another God Dammit because SOMEONE didnât pay attention to what happened to Lancer.
His head is still blueâŚ
Hey, Camera! Peace signs and hugs!
Mostly hugs.
Yay, more Susie and Noelle time!
Oh my god, my heart is breaking.
Okay, I love these adorable girls.
Oh boy, this is, weird.
âPoint and hearts come outâ or âEat mossâ. The choice of a generation.
Fair point, Susie.
She likes scary things, huh.
Kinky
Have I mentioned how much I love these two? Because I do.
Susie and Noelle are best girls ever, no objections.
Oh good, Berdly, donât ruin this completely, okay?
I fucking knew it.
Noelle, youâre going to kill him, and thatâs okay with me.
Susie, stop squishing him like toothpaste!
Oh boy, I get big âfinal bossâ energy right nowâŚ
Werewerewire?!
Okay, so I just stole from Noelleâs room.
Okay, boss time.
Shit, I shouldâve healed up.
Okay, so, I died, but, I can fix that!
So, this boss is calling back to how the townâs internet has gone out, a fact I didnât even learn until watching other content last night when I should have been sleeping, because I forgot to talk to Alphys during the brief chance I had.
Also, now both she and Ralsei have made reference to the real world outsideâŚhmmmmâŚ
So I guess the plot is about Google search being evilâŚyeah that checks out.
Bitch, did you just funny runny way?
Hmm, Iâd say 50/50 odds of him being a drama Queen vs. him trying to trick Susie into caring about him.
Yep, heâs trying to score a kiss. BerdlyâŚget a job.
Alright, letâs save Noelle, and possibly the whole town.
The âRoaringâ Knight?
Oh god, the determinationâŚwho is this Knight, what is going on, and how involved are we?
Wait wait wait wait wait wait WAIT
When she described the Knight making more darkness, she said they took their blade, and showed an image of a knife. WasâŚwas thisâŚ
HOLY SHIT IS KRISâS NIGHT SELF THE KNIGHT?!?!
Oh. It was a giant robot. Not a statue.
Susieâs dancing!
Oh yeah, he can fly.
Resistance! Yay!
Okay, so, we sentai up in this bitch.
I wonder how the hell this story would go if we didnât go pacifist then? Because in Chapter 1, all that really changed was how the boss was defeated in the cutscene, and like a couple details later. This is, a lot more than that.
Okay, so, three rounds of HP, punch out for her turns, just keep attacking. Got it.
Two rounds down, one to go!
Yes, eat your own Baseball, bitch!
Oh, suicide attack. Well it was just a robot.
Oh. She still has us.
Oh fuck the robot is Noelleâs mom. Fuck.
Okay, so, Queen is dead.
Oh fuck, donât take over the world with darkness all of you, please.
The Roaring?
Oh fuck, new legend lore.
Titans, Fountains, enveloping the land in devastation. Oh jeez.
Lost eternally in an endless nightâŚthatâs not paradise. Thatâs hell.
QUEEN IS ALIVE?!?! AND DIDNâT KNOW ANY OF THAT?!?!
Thank you, Susie!
Okay, thatâs a good ending for a second chapter, itâs dark fountain time!
Susie, please donât turn evil.
âŚ
And, weâre in the computer lab!
Wait, Ms. Boom? Does, does Gerson have a daughter, or wife?
Lost control laughing #3: this
I love this game so much. Time to explore town again.
Okay, Alphys does crush on Undyne still, at least.
Oops, I just let all the prisoner dogs out.
Awww, Undyne likes Alphys too!
Napstablook, I love you.
Oh shit, Asgore used to be a pig?
Oh god, this Rudy storyline is gonna be depressing all the way through, huh?
Susie, can we steal the tower of the gods?
Hey, we can actually go back to Ralseiâs dark world?!
Okay, this is gonna be interesting.
Oh thank god, we can save in the epilogue now, cool.
Oh cool, King and Queen together.
Oh my god he calls her Queenie Beanie. I love this.
So, a card and a computer fucked to make Lancer, who is a card. Okay.
Okay, so Lancer DOES know Krisâs name! Just not Ralseiâs!
New battle challenges! Yes!
Might save âCh. 2 All-starsâ for another time, thoughâŚ
Perfection is the mannequin reaction.
Oh my god thereâs a dedicated room for listening to music I love this
Alright, time to skedaddle back to the real world.
Okay, so Alvin is Gersonâs son, and heâs depressed. Fun.
Oh, MK and Snowy are by the creepy bunker. ThatâsâŚfun.
Okay, so, Susie scared them off after they insulted Kris, because Kris said something about the bunkerâŚhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmâŚ
Hey, Nice Cream Guy is one of the Ice-Eâs employees! Nice!
Ah, PizzaPants. Never change.
Oh hey, itâs the little guy, whoâs clone is a Gaster follower. And the bird guyâs still in the library, and the donut guy is still in his carâŚ
Hey, Catty and Bratty are becoming friends again! Cool!
Omg, Sansâs store is open. Do IâŚgo in?
Hell yes I do!
Okay, so, Grillbyâs music still, but, different interior. InterestingâŚ
Sans, a day and 2 years in this game are not equivalent. Itâs a day and 3 years.
The trousle grows further away.
Oh jeez Susieâs been drinking the milk. Oh god.
Cool, Susieâs seeing Onion too!
Oh, never mind.
A song is coming from deep under the waterâŚeither Shyren is involved, or this is gonna take a turn.
See you, Su-
Oh! Hey mom! Meet Susie!
Pie for all!
Oh my god, Susie, my heart is breaking.
Okay, so Alphys and Toriel know about the chalk. That, kinda makes Susie thinking sheâd get expelled for it, really depressing.
Okay, so, Toriel and Susie are gonna make Pie together, thatâs cool. Still, pretty worried about, Kris.
Uh, I just ran the sink, and, uhâŚ
WHAT THE FUCK
OKAY SO MY SOUL IS UNDER THE SINK, KRIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY IS IT BLACK OUT THE WINDOW WHERE ARE YOU GOING
WHAT THE FUCK
âŚso we get a cute scene with Susie and Toriel, then Susie asks where Kris is andâŚthey do this sometimes?
Iâm very concerned.
Okay, Toriel is concerned too, enough to say âhellâ. Even Susie is shocked.
Okay, so, theyâre coming back, uh, okay, this isnât good, right?
Stopped the faucet, opened the drawer, andâŚweâre back?!
Kris what the fuck are you doing
And why couldnât we find Asgore in the town?
Okay, so, weâre all sleeping in the living room. I, guess tomorrowâs the weekend, probably? I donât know?
Susie, doesnât have caring parents, I guess?
Oh god, Susie wants them to come to our world, but, Lancer is a playing card, he canâtâŚI donât know. Iâll say itâs âfar-fetchedâ.
Thereâs a festival, apparently. This seemsâŚsuspicious.
Iâd take Ralsei, so you could take Noelle.
Sheâs asleep.
That, might not be good, in this context.
Okay, so, weâre asleep too, I think?
Oh god, Torielâs tires are slashed, that can not be good, in any way.
Okay, night time, Toriel and Susie are asleepâŚnow what are you doing, Kris?
That, knifeâŚ
Okay, so, yep, theyâre the Knight, and they just opened Darkness in their living room. This is, not, good. And, the tvâs on, and the doorâs unlockedâŚ
What the fuck is happening?
Ending credits song sounds, techno? Is this more of Donât Forget? Or a remix? I hear the lyrics at least.
âTo be continued in Chapter 3â OH IT BETTER BE, TOBY
So, yeah, that's Deltarune Chapter 2. In conclusion: this explains nothing, raises 120% more questions, and overall is still an incredible, wonderful game. I also like how each Chapter so far has been almost as long as a full play through of Undertale, and yet we're still somehow only 2 sevenths of the way through. Oh yeah, did I not mention? After completing it, it brought me to a chapter select with SEVEN DIFFERENT CHAPTERS, only two of which were available. So, you know. THAT'S FUN!
In actual conclusion, please play this game, it's free, it's amazing, and also buy the soundtrack on Bandcamp so Toby can make some kinda living.
#deltarune#deltarune spoilers#deltarune chapter 2#deltarune chapter two#deltarune chapter two spoilers#deltarune liveblog#shut up sorio#I have so many more thoughts#just give them a while to coalesce into something coherent
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I was told by my friend that this chapter had to be fluff so here we gođ
Songs for this chapter
â˘Never call me by jhene aiko
â˘Gravity by Brent Faiyaz
(Both are on the playlist)
â ď¸âď¸marijuana use and bullyingâď¸â ď¸
(Play gravity now if you want)
Y/n's pov
I parked when i go to the tattoo shop and went i side. Denki was sitting at the desk. "Hey y/n.... you ok?" He asks. "Yea," I respond.
"Where's Sero?" I ask. "He's in the back." Denki says. I nod my head and walk to the back. Sero was doing some new sketches. I knock on the door way. "Serooo." I say stretching out the o. "Hey n/n." He say putting his pencil down and walking over to me giving me a hug.
"You can talk about it if you need to, Also if you wanna go do anything we can to get your mind off of it." Sero says
"I kinda just want to chill and probably smoke a little." I respond. "Alright cool, just let me pick up and we can head out."
âââ
I got into my car and Sero sent me the address to his house. On my way there I stopped and got some snacks and (backwoods, swishers, or etc. whatever you want).
âââ
I got to Sero's house and turned off my car and grabbed my stuff and went to the door. Sero opened the door for me and told me where the guest room is. Denki and Sero were living together but Denki was gone for the night. "Take you time y/n. You can come to the living room when ever and we can hang out." I nod my head and sit down on my bed.
*20 unread messages*
Hitoshiâď¸: Y/n.
Hitoshiâď¸: where are you at?
Hitoshiâď¸: i'm sorry.
Hitoshiâď¸: why aren't you answering me?
Hitoshiâď¸: y/n?
*read*
I put my phone down and sit on the bed. "Why?" I say to myself as i get up and take off my hoodie and put on my tee-shirt and going to the living room. Sero was already smoking. "Damn, starting without me." I say giggling. "My bad. we can go out here on the balcony." Sero says.
I follow Sero out on to the balcony. I sit down and start rolling a blunt. "Maybe we should go for a drive around. Its nice out here tonight." He says. "Sero I-"
He cuts me off "you don't actually have a choice. So finish up and let go." I rolled my eyes.
I finished rolling the blunt and went in the house. I get my phone and keys. "Alright i'm done." I say walking into the living room and putting on my shoes.
"Lets gooo." Sero says opening the door. I follow him to his car.
Sero opens the door for me. "M'lady." He says. "You play too much. Thank you." I replied getting in to the car. Sero jogs to the drivers side and gets in putting on his seat belt. "What you wanna listen to?" Sero asks
"Brent Faiyaz." I reply. "I didn't know you listened to him!" Sero said. "Surprise shawtyy!" I say starting my Brent Faiyaz playlist.
(Play never call me if you want)
Shinsou's pov
I looked at my phone again to see if y/n had at least looked at my messages
*read*
Good. At least she saw them. It's ok. Right?
"FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I yelled out. "I FUCKED UP." I have knew y/n for the longest. She is always there for me. And i'm always there for her.
And to be honest i've always had a crush on her. The day she told me Todoroki cheated on her I basically sped to her house breaking every traffic law.
' i wonder where she went'
*DING*
|Y/n completed a 2 mile drive|
I forgot she put this on my phone.... Nevermind im not gonna be in her business.
|y/n arrived at Sero's house|
Wait what?
Y/n I hope your not.... forget it. Its her life.
Y/n... Its something about her. Even when we were younger I felt this way about her.
Her smile lights up any room she comes into. You feel bad about something? Y/n can help in the matter of seconds.
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"Hey Villan! Why do you look like that?! You look homeless! Does your family love you cause it doesn't look lik-" "HEY DUMB FUCK LEAVE HIM ALONE" Y/n' yelled
"AHH S-S-SORRY Y/N!" The boy says running away.
"Hey are you ok?" She asked. "Yes." Shinsou replied back. "Whats your name?" "Shinsou." He whispered. "Hi. My names Y/n." The girl said with a heart warming smile
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A year later
"Come on Shinsouuuuu!" Y/n says. "We're gonna be too late the theres gonna be really long lines." She continued pulling the boy to the carnival. "You guys dont get lost ok!" Shinsous mom says. "Ok!" The two kids yelled in unison.
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It was the end of the day and Shinsou's mom was taking y/n home. "Alright kido-" Shinsou and y/n were laying on each other. Y/n's head on Shinsou's shoulder and Shinsou's head on Y/n's. 'Cute' Shinsou's mom thought. "Hey Y/n your home." She said tapping Y/n.
"I am?" Y/n said looking ou the window. "Oh." When she turned back around shinsou was awake. "See you y/n." "Bye Toshi." They hugged each other and Y/n went home
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"HITOSHIII!" Y/n yelled. "ITS FINALLY HAPPENING!" She continued dancing around with the house keys in her hands. "We're finally moving into the apartment!" Shinsou finished for her.
"YESSSSS!"
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The way she always had joy in her eyes.
She is always happy and that makes me happy. Maybe I do have feelings for her. I just... can't find the right way to tell her.
Y/n you are everything.
But
I dont want to fuck up our friendship especially if you dont feel the same way. So, I'll wait for her.
I love you Y/n.
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#shinsou angst#shinsou fic#shinsou x you#bnha shinsou#shinsou x y/n#shinsoubnha#shinsou hitoshi#mha angst#mha sero#mha fluff#mha x reader#mha
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Gimme Love, 7/9 (Miz Cracker/Blair St Clair) - Grinder
AN: Sorry in advance, but this chapter is kinda short. But we do get more conflict, more drama. 3 more chapters! Who's pumped? No one.
TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: Brief blood mentions.
2020
Remember how I said I was on a journey towards happiness? In the beautiful world of Brianna Caldwell, life said, "Nah."
The next day, it was apparent that things were only getting worse.
"Ed Sheeran is still on board," Joey stated matter-of-factly. He crossed his arms, the safety visor making a rustling sound as he did so.
He was joined by Nina, Alex, and Michael. A few of the lab team were at their desks, trying to ignore the current confrontation, including Jujubee.
She looked as if she wasn't paying attention to the ordeal, but I knew Jujubee like the back of my hand, and she was listening. I couldn't help but want her to speak up and help me out here. But she hadn't spoken to me since the day before.
"Yeah, he is." I put my hands on my hips, standing at the front of the lab, while Joey and his friends sat there and looked up at me.
"Why, though?" Joey continued to question.
"God, we already had this discussion," I spoke quietly, looking to the side for some sort of distraction.
"Yeah, but you said you'd figure something out." Nina input.
"Yeah, you did." Alex joined in. I glanced at Jujubee in the hopes she'd join the conversation. Her eyes remained on the chemical she was working with.
"Why did you choose him in the first place? Why notâŚ" Michael paused, deciding to join the argument, "Bill Nye...or someone who actually has an interest in Space and Science."
"Yeah, for real. Like, you do realise that in years to come, when kids read about 'Neil Armstrong - the first man on the moon, they're gonna flip the page and see 'Ed Sheeran, confirmed the first man to enter another dimension.'" Alex added.
"Like, how do you even explain Ed Sheeran as a choice?" Nina held a hand out in questioning.
I finally found a crack and slipped back into the conversation, "Because your project manager is a disaster when she's drunk and makes stupid choices without even thinking."
"We know, Brie. You were drunk." Joey rolled his eyes like he was tired of hearing the same story.
"Maybe you should stop drinking." Alex squinted his eyes.
"Yeah, we don't wanna go there, but maybe this is a problem," Michael added to the point.
My eyes were becoming wider with every word they were saying. This was absolutely ridiculous. Again, I was hoping Jujubee would argue back, but she remained silent.
Nina, however, was the one to interject, "Jesus, guys. You're taking it a bit too far." She stood up and gathered her lab coat, "Look, we all do dumb shit when we're drunk. She's not a mess, OK?"
Joey laughed. I held back from calling him out for the time that I caught him hiding in the closet playing Candy Crush for an hour.
"Well, even so, she should take this into consideration," Alex suggested.
"And do what?" I unfolded my arms and held them out by my side, "call him and say 'JK, Ed. It was just a joke, Ed.'"
"Girl, you're the one who got us into this mess. You figure it out." Alex raised his voice. How very fair of him. I was the one who had to deal with this problem, yet they were the only ones who seemed to care.
"Mess is a bit of a harsh term." Nina pointed out.
"Exactly, there is no mess here. Juju and I have already figured this out," my gaze shifted towards her again, hoping the mention of her name would cause a reaction. Nothing, "So I'd appreciate it if I could stop getting all this flack. I don't need flack from you," I pointed at Joey, "I don't need flack from you," next, at Alex, "or you," then Michael, and I moved my finger in Nina's direction, "or...Jesus Christ, you're having a nose bleed."
Nina's hand flew straight up to her nose, pulling away and examining the red liquid. "Oh, my Lord!"
She tried wiping it. But more blood poured out like a faucet that had been slowly turned on.
"Can you just...get out of here and get that cleaned up?" It sounded bitchy. But I was panicking. I never did well with blood. Therefore I looked away and hid my face.
"Thanks for helping, boss." Joey practically snarled, handing Nina a bunch of tissues. Like hungry wolves following the scent of the blood, the 3 men followed her out of the room, Joey still scorning at me as he left.
It was just me and the other scientists left in the room.
I turned and moved to one of the counters, picking up screws and bolts as if I was actually interested in them. But I couldn't ignore the presence of my best friend.
Hearing shuffling, I turned. She was standing up and gathering her things.
"Juju." I approached her.
She only quickened the packing up process.
Reaching her bench, she was already turned in the direction of the door, "Juju, are you just gonna ignore me all day?"
Finally, she looked at me, adjusting her bag strap, "There's nothing to say."
"Oh really? Well, you can decide to drop me as a friend, but you're still working for me, so we need to communicate."
"OK," Jujubee shrugged, "Well, what do you need to discuss with me that's work-related?"
She got me there. Licking my lips, I breathed out with a quick sigh. "OK, look, last night, we didn't end on a good note. I'm not saying I was wrong, and neither were you. Can you just please set that aside and talk to me?"
She squinted her eyes. "So, I'm supposed to just let the problem keep building?"
"Juju!" I briefly raised my voice, a few of the other scientists glanced in our direction. Jujubee looked uneasy now. So I lowered my tone again. "OK. I'm just gonna say it. I fucked up. I fucking...wrote her a creepy message, and I don't know what to do, and I have no one to talk to about it."
She let out a sarcastic laugh, "You're still looking to use me as your therapist. You learned nothing from what I said, Brianna."
I was silent, incapable of speaking anything else.
She looked away to the ground, "This is taking up my lunchtime."
And with that, she moved to the door, the sound of her heels like a clock ticking down.
"Juju, what can I do?" I held my hands out by my sides. "How am I going to make you satisfied?"
With a hand opening the door, she was frozen for a moment. I thought she would have walked on and ignored me. But she looked over her shoulder and said, "When you realise she's not the one who cares about you."
She left the room, pulling the door closed. The noise caused me to flinch.
I turned around her words in my head.
Two of the scientists were whispering, one glancing at me. I felt my chest become tight. "Hey. This isn't a social gathering. Get back to work."
Despite their astonishment, they moved away from each other anyway.
I instantly felt like a bitch. Technically yeah, it was my job to keep everyone working. But I rarely raised my voice.
I left the room, seeking peace and quiet.
Sitting in my chair, I held my hands in my head, staring at the redwood desk. Moments like these should have felt like a luxury, just sitting there, relaxing. But my mind was racing with too many thoughts.
I had no idea what I could do to make amends with Jujubee. But I could try and sort this Ed Sheeran problem.
Loading up my emails, I opened the thread with Ed Sheeran (which was actually only 3 messages and most likely with his manager).
I hit reply and started typing.
'Listen, Ed. There's been an issueâŚ'
No.
'Dear Mr Ed Sheeran, we regret to inform youâŚ'
'Hello, Ed. It's Brianna fromâŚ'
'Ed, big fan of the work, butâŚ'
I squeezed my eyes shut, already feeling exhausted, like each press of the backspace button represented a loss of a brain cell.
For all the achievements I had earned throughout the years, for all the accomplishments, why the fuck was this so damn hard?
The telephone rang, causing me to jolt. A sigh left my lips as I tried to breathe. Pressing the speaker, I said, "Jackie, what's up?"
Jackie, my receptionist, spoke, "Hey, honey. Your Mom's on line 2."
My hand clenched around my pen, already feeling that familiar sense of dread.
"OK, thank you," I spoke quieter.
I hesitated for a moment before finally clicking line 2.
"Hi, Mom," I uttered.
"Hi, baby." She said quietly. "How are you?"
"Fine." I lied. "Nothing really new here. How about you?"
"All goodâŚ" she sighed, then paused briefly, "Actually no. Things aren't good. I...lost my job. The usual, they found someone better. And I've been trying so hard to find a job."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yeah, and on top of that," she sighs again, "Brie, honey, there is no easy way to say this; Piggie's sick."
My breath caught in my throat, but I tried to remain calm. "What's wrong with him?"
"They said it's Lyme disease, Brianna. I...I don't know what's going to happen." Her voice cracked.
"Look, don't worry. I'm gonna send you money right now. It should cover the bills. He'll be - -"
"No, I didn't call you to ask for money." She said quickly, "I was just wondering...I know you're busy and everythingâŚ"
Fuck. My eyes squeezed together, hand tightening around the phone.
"But...I would love to see you. It's been nearly a year now." Her tone softened.
And immediately, I wanted to say no. Considering the circumstances, a visit would fuck with my head. Seeing Piggie, my emotional support through teenagehood would crush me.
"You there, baby?" She asked.
"Yeah," I whispered.
"I just...I don't want to be alone. What if the medical treatment fails? I'm gonna have no one, Brianna. I don't want that." She pauses again, and my chest tightens, tears filling my eyes. "Brie, baby, please come."
I can hear the pain in her voice. But I can't help but feel that sense of fear, the anxiety.
"Don't leave me alone to deal with this, please. I'm at my lowest. And I don't know if I could do it all by - -"
I hit 'end call'.
I put the phone back and rested my head in my hands.
I knew this was my fault - our strained relationship. I could only see that now, how emotionally unstable I was. That sounds like a joke, right? I just didn't expect it to be this bad.
Nothing was getting better.
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2004
I threw my bag in the back seat before climbing in the front. My hair was soaked from the rain. I literally just ran from the school to Mom's car, not even outside for that long, yet so much rain.
I said nothing, only rubbed my hands together to keep warm.
"So, the schools flooded?" Mom asked.
"Yeah."
"The whole school?" She looked past me and to the building, an eyebrow raised. "It doesn't look that bad."
"It's just the shop classes and cafeteria, to be honest." I put my hands between my thighs to make the warming up process happen quicker.
"That's a bit unnecessary to send you all home."
"Yeah, well, I'm not complaining."
Mom fired up the engine, and we were set for home. There was a moment of silence that fell among us. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But when she turned the radio down, I knew we were in for a discussion.
"That's not the only thing the school called me about today." She started.
"Oh?" I looked out the window. I don't know why but I assumed they had finally exposed me for smoking around the back of the building. But it was doubtful as I had stopped during the Summer.
"They're concerned about you, Brie." And so was she, now that I could hear it in her tone. "Your grades have only gotten better the slightest amount."
"Well, I can't just go from a C to an A in a matter of days." I still looked out the window. "And besides, I'm staying behind every other day for extra studying."
"Are you sure you're not just flaking and hanging out with Jujubee instead?" There it was, the accusatory tone.
I looked at her now. "No? And if it makes you feel better, you can call her Mom and ask. How's that sound?" I scoffed, "God, I don't need this. Not like I'm dealing with enough at school anyway."
"Well," she was silent for a moment as if daring herself to speak again, "Not that I'd know, I mean, you don't really open up to me about school."
"Yeah, because there's nothing you can do about it." Was I wrong? What could she do? Barge into the school with a gramophone and yell, 'Stop picking on my daughter!'
"About what?"
I rolled my eyes, "Doesn't matter. I don't wanna talk about it."
I could practically feel the way she held back from rolling her eyes.
"Well, the only other thing I can think of is that you're too focused on all this space stuff." She sounded more irked now. "You need to focus on your future, not all this make-believe crazy conspiracy theory shit."
"Oh, that crazy conspiracy theory shit that my Grandpa enjoyed?" My tone was slowly raising.
"I didn't mean it like that. I'm saying your Grandpa didn't make a living sitting around and fantasising about all of this stuff. He knew the difference between having a career and having a dream."
"Well, God, not like my interest hasn't got a thing to do with my future prospects, Mom. No. Who would have thought." The sarcasm was thick in my voice.
"Whatever it is you're striving towards, it sounds more like a dream to me. You need a more stable plan." Mom flicked the indicator quite aggressively.
"Oh my God," I laughed, "That's hilarious. You have no idea what I'm striving towards. You can't even tell me what it is."
"Does it matter??"
"Just shows how much you give a shit about me, right, Mom?"
We pulled up to a red light to Mom's delight because she pulled the handbrake.
"How dare you." She seethed, "How dare you speak to me like that. I have done nothing but give a shit about you all these years. I have been there for you, every nervous breakdown, every time you wanted to cry but wouldn't, every time you needed your Mother the most. I was the best Mother I could be because I know that deep down you were hurting." Her voice cracks. "I know that you struggled for so long, what with your parents and all, but I've done all I can to give you what they couldn't. I held you. I loved you. But now, what I'm getting back is this...attitude. All I did, Brie, was express my concern, and you immediately went on the defence." She paused again before lowering her tone, "And I know you want to hold on to this space stuff, so you don't lose someone else. And I know you're in pain. But is this actually what Grandpa would have wanted??"
We held each other's gaze for another moment before the light finally turned red. She started driving again.
But I wasn't done. "Really? All of that and for what, Mom? God, you have no idea what Grandpa wanted for me. If only you knew what he asked of me when he was lying in his deathbed."
"And what was that?" She raised a brow.
"It doesn't matter." I crossed my arms and was back to looking out the window.
"Of course." She stated.
"Just...stop, please. My grades will be better. Now, we're done having this conversation."
I could feel her seething, the heat of her anger radiating through the cramped vehicle. But she said no more.
Not even for the rest of the night.
#rpdr fanfiction#s10#as5#miz cracker#jujubee#blair st clair#blair x cracker#coming of age#hurt/comfort#lesbian au#high school au#angst#gimme love#grinder#tw blood mention
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hey iâm so so sorry to unload on you, but Iâve seen you give advice on here before and you always articulate yourself super well so I was hoping for some advice? if thatâs okay? feel free to answer only if you feel like you can, thereâs no pressure. I also want to preface this by saying that I am definitely over 18 so no worries about minors or anythingđ¤Ł.
at the start of this year, one of my closest friends and I loved to different cities for university (like about a two hour flight away). and before moving we were really close at school even though we didnât have any classes together and most of our subjects were completely different, like we just got on really well? so I thought that weâd be okay through uni too? Iâm a realist so I did expect us to maybe not be as close and grow apart a little but I was just not expecting this? i think we only started to grow apart maybe 3 or 4 months ago? we hadnât seen each other in person until a month ago and everything was going really well for quite a while. like weâd talk everyday and it never felt like we were in completely different cities and I feel like we were just as strong as ever?
but I feel like so much has changed in the last few months. and maybe this makes me really naive but I always thought I knew my friendâs character and her heart pretty well but I feel like sheâs changed a lot. and I donât really know how I can fit into her life anymore? sheâs become a lot closer to her new friends (who I think are very different to me although I havenât met them before) and I kind of feel like sheâs forgotten about me? and like of course I know that people drift apart especially when we each have our own lives but I guess iâm just struggling with how quickly everythingâs changing? and I messaged her about it today to explain how I felt and she just totally deflected in her response? like she didnât address the situation at all which makes me wonder if she genuinely doesnât realise thereâs something wrong or if she doesnât care about how I feel at all? I know that sheâs not the most emotionally open person (and iâm a bit like that sometimes too hahah) but communication was never a problem with us before this. and I just donât know what to do.
when she visited last month it just so off? itâs never been awkward between us but the two times we hung out it was so awkward and she just seemed really disinterested and bored? sheâd open her phone to text back one of her other friends during every conversation that we had and it just felt like she didnât care at all.
now that Iâve typed it all out it just like she doesnât actually care. which makes me feel like a big dumb idiot. do you think I should just stop talking to her? or try again? because itâs definitely feeling like iâm the only one that still wants this friendship on any level? and i just have no idea what to do.
thank you so much for listening. we are so lucky to have you <3
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God honey, that sounds so difficult and I'm so sorry you're in that situation. Situations like that can be so tricky and painful but the way you're feeling is totally understandable!
And I can't say this is a situation I've been in before so I wanted to take a day or two to kinda reflect? I don't really like replying to these straight away because I find they take a little thought, especially if it's not something I've been through.
But even just reflecting on my own experiences with people I feel I've grown apart from slightly, there has always been a point where I miss that person. No matter the reasons for the friendship easing off slightly, I always end up missing them.
And I guess it's really just a case of making sure that avenue is still open when she gets to that point (if that's what you want to do). Because there will be a time when she needs you or she misses what you guys were like or she'll need advice on something and she'll wish she had you back. Or it might only be at that point that she realises that you grew apart! But you'll have to consider if that's what you really want. It shouldn't be a case of her picking back up with you when she needs you, I mean it more in terms of an "oh shit" moment when she realises she's let you guys drift further apart than she ever intended.
At the same time, it definitely shouldn't be on you to always be making the effort but honestly, my best friend is the one who always messages first at the moment and I'm so fucking grateful for that!! Bc my days are hectic rn in a way that she doesn't see! And I don't like to reply to personal messages at work so I leave them and then I forget so I probably look like the coldest bitch sometimes but I'm so unbelievably grateful that she doesn't just write our friendship off because I've been distant. So maybe that's just something to keep in mind too. She might be distant and a little off sometimes but that doesn't mean that she doesn't need you.
And I know you've already tried to talk to her about it but maybe you could try again if you're comfortable? It couldn't hurt to tell her how you're feeling, she maybe feels things are a little off too and you can make the conscious decision to work through it together. Like you said, maybe she just genuinely doesn't realise how you're feeling!
But sweetheart, it all comes down to whether it's worth it to you. Is the stress really worth it? Because always being the one who has to make the effort can be draining af. So maybe just consider whether you're willing to do that and there's absolutely not a damn thing wrong with deciding that's not what you want to do. That's a very personal decision that only you can make.
And no matter what you decide, I'm really wishing you the absolute best! Put yourself first and decide whatever will make you happiest because that should be your priority. And no matter what way things go, just remember you're never alone! You've always got a friend over here <3
#asks answered <3#𪴠anon#that emoji is so cute I love it#but I really want to stress that you need to be a little selfish here#do what is best for you#don't give more of yourself than you're comfortable with#maybe it's just a wobble#maybe it'll be easy enough to work through once it's addressed#but make sure you take care of yourself either way bc this shit is hard!#sending you hugs!#and it's so sweet that you think I articulate things well#you have no idea how long I try to spend wording things#I feel like sometimes I try to be too articulate and I nearly overshoot and make it more complicated?#who knows#big sister becca
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So this may be a lengthy one, but I need to get this off my chest. Usually when I've gone through some sort of breakup I've had a rich network of friends and family to talk it out with in order to get over it all nice and smoothly... but this time's different. I'll ask nicely that no one judge me but I'm sure some of you will, so let me just say before I begin that I'm well aware of how wrong this all is.So I've been with my girlfriend for almost 4 years now, things are going well, but life can be quite rote and predictable and we've been off and on in the past. Anyway, in November last year I was made an admin of a large meme page on Facebook, which at the time I thought was the best thing ever. In the first month of being an admin I'd occasionally scroll through the new likes on the page, enamoured at the seemingly endless stream of new people following content I was making. One day I was scrolling through and one profile picture jumped out at me. I'm not the kind to randomly add anyone or act creepily, but when I saw this girl's fiery eyes and intense, fixed stare I had to click on her profile. Had I seen her in person I would have found a way to talk to her. I'd never seen anyone like her before. I decided to see if she was on Instagram and follow her there instead. She was... and I did.The next day, I woke up to a message on my phone. It was her. She was asking who I was. I didn't reply immediately, figuring I should probably leave it, but as the day wore on I cracked. I told her that I was an admin on the page she had followed and that I had followed her because I thought she was pretty. She told me she thought I was alright too.. and we started chatting about music, politics, and our respective countries (I won't make it too obvious... but her nation is usually very good at football and speaks Portuguese and mine has kangaroos). We got on pretty well. The next day however, guilt took over. I picked up my phone and let her know that I had recently started things up again with my girlfriend. I ended the message that we should be friends though, as she seemed really cool. She was fine with it, and everything was OK.I thought it would end there, but it didn't. Over the next couple of weeks I'd either find myself sending her a message or I'd wake up to one from her. We'd talk about politics, ideology, progressive rock, Scorsese movies, and share memes. All my dumb favourite things. Christmas went by, and she sent me a playlist of her nation's best artists. It was brilliant. She had a great taste in music. She added me on facebook and our chat moved to facebook messenger. We started talking about poetry, and it turned out we both had the same favourite poet. The weeks turned to months and as my guilt piled up, feelings for her started to creep up on me. We started sending each other little audio clips and talking that way, neither of us wanted to Skype or call because it just felt too wrong. We'd send each other selfies (never anything sexual) and voice recordings of us reading our favourite poetry. All the while I was still with my girlfriend.Then, one day in April, after months of talking almost every day, my phone buzzed. It was a voice message from her. I opened it and listened. It was her telling me how she felt. How much she wanted to be with me. It was a little bit much, but I knew that South Americans were typically more passionate and open than those of us in the Anglosphere. I had feelings for her too, obviously, and I told her.. but didn't reciprocate as strongly. It felt nice. It felt genuine. Suddenly I wanted to be with her more than ever. The next weekend however, she told me she was going on a date. I was jealous, but acted like I didn't care. Obviously, she had her own life to live. She told me they'd spent the weekend together, having sex and listening to music. My whole body seethed with jealous rage but to say anything would have been hypocritical in so many ways. We kept on talking, sending voice messaged and pictures, things were the same as before. She kept telling me she love me but I didn't return it. It was a little too much.By the end of last month, I'd thought about it long and hard, so I messaged her: 'if we have these feelings for each other, we should talk properly'. Maybe there was something real here. Maybe I should break up with my girlfriend. The next morning, I woke up to her response. 'There's something I should tell you'. 'I've been dating the guy I went out with last month for a couple of weeks now... it's getting kinda serious, I didn't want to tell you... but I've been feeling so guilty'. My heart nosedived. I knew we could no longer talk. I told her this was all too fucked up and she agreed that not talking was a good idea, but said that she didn't want it. I thought it would be best to block each other and move on, but she refused. We agreed not to talk and sent each other one final audio message each. She teared up, we both said our farewells forever.So now I'm here, after 5 solid months of talking almost everyday we haven't spoken in three weeks. It's ridiculous and I know I've been emotionally cheating, but I feel devastated. I can't talk to anyone about this and I've been going back and forth in my head non-stop. Do I message her, tell her that we shouldn't throw this away and act on this overwhelming feeling that I'm losing what could be one of the best things I've ever found, uproot my life here? Or do I just leave it? Get on with life and never message her again until I forget about her. I've never even met the girl, but it feels so real. I haven't felt like this in ages. She lives so far away, are our chances dashed if we stop talking now? I wish I'd never clicked on her picture. I'd like some honest advice. via /r/dating_advice
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