#I’m dead serious and anyone who clowns on boys on this post I hope you step on a lego and then dogshit.
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Hey so for all y’all who have never experienced Testosterone Puberty, from someone who experienced Estrogen Puberty first:
Cis Teenage Boys cannot help that they stink. They cannot help being sweaty. They cannot help that their hair is greasy if they don’t have the time or means to shower multiple times a day.
My first puberty was a fucking BREEZE in the “remaining clean, dry, and generally presentable” department besides the period bits. For 3/4 of the time I was going thru puberty, it was totally easy. I barely sweat, I only stank when I had my period and only like blood, my only wardrobe worry was whether I bled thru my undies.
My second puberty on T? Motherfucker I sweat thru shirts, pants, socks, underwear, bandanas, you fucjing name it if it’s on my body I soak it through in a matter of minutes. On a warm day I could require a shower and fresh clothes 3-4 times in order to be presentable in public. My hair gets greasy within a day. My body gets Itchy where I sweat from bacteria that can accumulate and grow unchecked within a day, and makes me stink like BO and yeast. I’m not even safe in winter, motherfucker - whenever it gets remotely wet out my butt is so swampy if I stuck it in the snow I’d come back out with icicles on my ass.
All this to say - I’m expierencing this as an adult, who knows how to remedy itchy irritated skin with antibacterial soap, who knows what fabrics will make me sweat more and which ones will wick sweat away, who knows how and where to apply deodorant and what kinds will irritate my skin, who knows how to minimize the smells I dislike from my body through practice and patience, who is willing to use baby powder to stay more comfortable because I haven’t been teased about how only girls and babies use it.
In short, I say this as someone who’s had a decade longer to learn how to handle these issues - not as a confused and scared kid who’s being mercilessly teased and berated for being sweaty or stinky or using too much Axe Body Spray.
I say this because holy shit. Fucking relax next time you meet a teenage boy who is sweaty or stinky or greasy. Either help him out or refuse to yell at him or tease him for it. It isn’t his fault that he’s a fucking kid, and the most anyone has bothered telling him is to “put on deodorant” “take a shower” or “change your socks” about how to control what’s happening to his body.
#I’m dead serious and anyone who clowns on boys on this post I hope you step on a lego and then dogshit.#trans#teenage boys
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Could I request . . . best friend!chan + boys' night out, some platonic banter and wholesome drunk escapades?
Okay ngl Javi I have never gotten drunk or anything so like.... I’m so sorry I don’t know how to write this smdkgshg but I wanted to write platonic banter and I started this like texting series in my last drabble game so.... I kinda continued it here but with a reader too?? I hope that’s okay I’m so sorry kjfskdjhguh
(Read the original text aus here: danceracha | 3racha | vocalracha | the boyz | both groups aka a nightmare)
Stray Kids drabble game: send me a Stray Kids member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!
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Title: Cafe Shenanigans 2: Electric Boogaloo
Pairing: none (all platonic), reader is gender neutral
Word count: 1.3k
Triggers: cursing
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quick clarification:
better than tony: chan
chingban: changbin
gremlin: jisung
y/n/wow: y/n
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better than tony: we have a new worker joining today please for the love of god do Not scare them off
better than tony has added y/n to the group chat!
y/n: chan why is this your nickname
chingban: and why did you talk about a new worker all serious n shit we literally know y/n
gremlin: probably better than we know chan tbh
y/n: what’s my favorite color
chingban: ...
gremlin: ...
y/n: that’s what I thought
better than tony: I'm regretting everything rn
chingban: ???? nothing has happened ????????
better than tony: something is going to happen I know it is
better than tony: it’s only a matter of time
y/n: chan you still haven’t answered my question
y/n: why is this your nickname
better than tony: I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you
gremlin: I'm gonna do it
chingban: I'm torn between wanting to cease existence
chingban: and wanting to see chan melt into the ground out of embarrassment
better than tony: I swear to fucking god you assholes IF YOU DO IT
gremlin: [ sent 1 audio attachment wow.mp3 ]
y/n: oh my what’s this ??
better than tony: y/n go to work
y/n: I'm taking my break now <3
better than tony: I'm revoking best friend privileges
y/n: that’s fine I can make two whole other best friends right here
gremlin: :D
chingban: :D
better than tony: I knew this was a mistake
y/n: I think my twenty minute break is long enough to listen to a three minute song!
y/n: bye whores
better than tony: jisung say your prayers
gremlin: I'm willing to take one for the team
gremlin: it was only a matter of time before they found out anyway
chingban: you can’t argue with that
better than tony: I’D STILL RATHER KEEP IT UNDER FUCKING WRAPS
gremlin: are those choking noises from the back
better than tony: this was a mistake this was a mistake this was a fucking mistake
chingban: dw I'll go check on them
chingban: make sure y/n isn’t dead on their first day on the job
better than tony: I honestly hope they choke
chingban: update all is well
better than tony: damn
gremlin: that?? is??? your???? best????? friend??????
better than tony: not anymore
better than tony: anyone who knows about wow must be put to death
chingban: so our entire friend group should be put to death?????
better than tony: are you arguing with that
gremlin: you know what I can’t argue
gremlin: I'm surprised the fbi hasn’t shot us down yet
y/n has changed their name to wow!
better than tony: ok you know what fuck you
wow: what the fuck are you doing to get the fbi to shoot you down
gremlin: IT’S ALIVE
better than tony: unfortunately
wow: it ??????????????????????????????????
chingban: idk about them but I've never done anything that merits being shot down yb the fbi
gremlin: wow is an offense punishable by death
chingban: I agree it’s an offense but death ???????
better than tony: stop texting and go back to work I'm tired of you all
wow: I'm still on my break
better than tony: everyone except y/n stop texting and go back to work
chingban: the favoritism is real
better than tony: y/n is my best friend suck it up
gremlin: I thought you disowned them from that position ???
better than tony: unfortunately they’re still more tolerable than you two combined
wow: I'm still reeling over being called ‘it’
wow: bitch ass han jisung you think I'm Frankenstein’s monster or some shit? or the clown from that movie???
gremlin: do you want me to answer that question
wow: say your prayers
chingban: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
better than tony: I regret everything
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wow: hey I didn’t know hyunjin/minho/Felix worked at the build a bear at this mall
chingban: literally where have you been
chingban: they’ve been there for at least six months
gremlin: why is only felix’s name capitalized
wow: 1. bitch do you think I come to the mall to go to build a bear?
wow: 2. autocorrect
wow: wow jisung your autocorrect is shit if it isn’t capitalizing Felix
gremlin: what do you come to the mall for
gremlin: also what of it
wow: to bother chan
wow: and mooch off the wifi because the connection at home is shit
wow: oh and work now ig
better than tony: nice to see your priorities
wow: <3
wow: actually jisung. don’t tell me you fucking actually go back and make Felix uncapitalized
gremlin: caught
gremlin: and wait till they find out where seungmin/jeongin work at
chingban: what the fuck why wouldn’t you just let autocorrect do its shit
better than tony: he’s jisung do you really need another reason
chingban: fair enough
gremlin: fair enough
wow: also I've known where the fuck seungmin/jeongin work I used to work at the tutoring center too dumbasses
better than tony: isn’t the pay better there? I still don’t know why you quit
wow: if you mean better by like fifty cents then yeah
gremlin: I-
chingban: I thought tutoring would pay a lot more than working at a shitty cafe???????????????????????????????
wow: yeah that’s what I thought too
wow: and then I found out how much chan was getting paid and I was like what the fuck I'd have so much fun working here even with slightly lower pay
wow: so I quit
gremlin: respect
wow: wasn’t a hard decision
wow: the kids are horrible
better than tony: I thought you liked some of them
wow: “some” is the key word
chingban: ouch
wow: at least I get to fuck around here without getting in too much trouble
better than tony: isn’t sangyeon chill??
wow: Ella isn’t
gremlin: oh I've heard horror stories from seungin
wow: they’re all true
wow: honestly wish you’d burned down the tutoring center when you set fire to the refrigerator jisung
better than tony: HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT
chingban: more like who DOESN’T know about that
wow: seungmin sent me pics
better than tony: betrayed by my own children
wow: he’s more my child than yours and you know it
chingban: does that mean y/n and chan are our parents????
wow: no
better than tony: no
gremlin: oh my god I have more parents now !!!!!
wow: suddenly I feel Regret
better than tony: welcome to my world
gremlin: I'll set fire to the refrigerator again if you don’t say you’re my parents
better than tony: isn't this how you bribed Jacob into giving you hugs instead of giving me hugs
wow: Jacob?
chingban: other worker along with chanhee they’re on vacation for the week
wow: o
better than tony: also please don't set fire to the refrigerator
better than tony: or even try to
gremlin: have my conditions been met
wow: fucking gremlin bitch ass child
wow: fine I'm one of your parents
gremlin: 1/2
better than tony: fine
gremlin: 2/2 :D
wow: let the record say I only ever wanted seungmin and jeongin
wow: and Felix
gremlin: ouch
chingban: ouch
wow: you force me to be your parent you suffer the consequences
better than tony: Felix is MY SON
wow: SO YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU FUCKERS ARE AUSTRALIAN YOU HAVE AN AUTOMATIC BOND? SUCK MY DICK CHAN
better than tony: I’LL FIGHT YOU
wow: SQUARE UP OLD MAN
chingban: jisung did you predict this
gremlin: in reality no but for the clout yes
chingban: ...
gremlin: I am Agent of Chaos(TM)
chingban: that I can see
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Jason Todd is the Anti-Batman
* A pointless rambling of the relationship and parallels between Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd.
Picture this opening scene: There are two boys in a dark alley.
One is dressed in an expensive suit with a tie his dead father helped him with only earlier that evening. His hands are stained red with the same blood now puddled on the grimy cement. His face is in shock.
The second boy is dressed in tattered jeans and hoodie. His hands are stained with tires grease and are clutching a tire iron. His face is in shock.
Decades later, there are two more scenes to consider.
A seriously injured man sits slumped over in his father’s study. Without warning, a bat crashes through the window, and everything falls into place. He now knows what he needs to do.
Elsewhere, an emotionally distraught teenager is curled up into a fetal position on a hotel room floor. Heart wrenching cries can be heard from him. But it is only momentary. He now knows what he needs to do.
These two individuals are Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd. While they are both broken and determined men, Batman is a hero. The Red Hood is not. He is the anti-Batman and this is why.
Two Boys in an Alleyway
Despite similarities in their stories’ early themes and elements, Bruce and Jason came to walk down very different paths. One of justice, and the other vengeance. Batman is determined to protect the innocent and Jason more so on punishing the guilty. Both their ideologies have intrinsic flaws, of course, and will naturally clash often. But this wasn’t always the case.
Before they became a father and son perpetually in mourning for who they once were and what could have been, Bruce and Jason were remarkably similar. The two are cut from the same cloth and Bruce knows this better than anyone else.
In the Dumpster Slasher three-part story line, (Batman #414, #421, #422) Bruce becomes emotional. Violent. He sits in the batcave alone that night and contemplates his emotions.
“Nearly blew it. I let it get too personal. Lost my detachment...nearly lost control. Almost beat Cutter to death. Wouldn’t have been any big loss.��
Only one issue later, at the end of this story arc, Robin is out on the streets and becomes angry when he happens upon a pimp is threatening a prostitute with a knife. Now, I want you to compare his line here to Bruce’s and note what Jim Gordon said to him as well.
Batman: "I think he’s had enough, Robin. What were you trying to do, kill him?" Robin (Jason): “Would it’ve been that big of a loss if I had?”
It is important to note here that Batman is not worried or upset just because Jason roughs up a pimp. That would be hypocritical considering his own earlier actions. If anything, it’s because one of the main reasons Batman even takes in these kids, these ‘robins,’ is because he doesn’t want them to be like him.
And Jason was acting just like him.
Jason can and has screwed up and failed due to his own actions, but it was never the reason Batman became upset with him. His reactions in the comics when Jason does things like running ahead and ‘jumping the gun,’ are more like this:
He either makes a teaching moment out of it or is attempts to understand Jason’s reasons in doing any such thing. When Bruce does become harsh in his discipline, it’s either when he feels as though Jason has endangered his own life or as I said, he acts too much like him.
While there are quite a few more similarities between Bruce and Jason that makes them alike, such as both being introverted and interested in obtaining all sorts of knowledge that they might not even feel is relevant, they are both, at the core of their characters, deeply caring and compassionate people.
The differences only start to show with how they act on it.
The Not-So Dynamic Duo?
“What happened to you as a child, the terror, the pain, the horrors (...) you were broken, and I thought I could put the pieces back together. I thought I could do for you what could never be done for me. Make you whole.”
Hot take. Jason Todd is a villain and is best written as a villain.
Not in that campy way like he’s written during Dick and Damian’s Batman and Robin run while wearing that stupid pill-headed hood, (although, I grant he has a few lines that are enjoyable to read) but in all his serious, vengeful and downright brutal motives.
The Red Hood is the perfect Batman villain because he’s so different from what the widely perceived perfect foil to the controlled and disciplined Bat is...the Joker.
The Red Hood was vengeance at its purest. It is justice without being tempered by mercy. It is the rage of victims who were forgotten to become statistics. While other vigilantes wait for a cure, hope for rehabilitation, and pretend their system works, the Red Hood is a man of no such faith.
And this makes him a villain. And a damn good one.
During the Red Hood’s time as a crime lord in Gotham, he goes around blowing up buildings. He throws grenades into trucks. He mows down his competition with gunfire. Batman comes upon the bloodied hanged corpse of a man he was finished interrogating.
But what is so compelling about this all is that before all the murder, all the guns and explosions, Jason Todd was a very different little boy. And all the great and memorable villains start that way.
The Joker is not someone you’re meant to sympathize with or even understand. In fact, I find him more terrifying because he’s unknown. He has no backstory (unless you want to believe the one he gave in Killing Joke, but the clown has a new story for every face he meets) and seemingly does what he does for a laugh of all things.
Jason Todd is in pain. He’s traumatized. Betrayed. Buried. Replaced. He is no one’s son because his father abandoned him.
Once upon a time, Jason Todd was a boy who saved himself. One of the biggest lies that Batman himself perpetuates is that he saved Jason from a life of crime. He tells Alfred that Jason was always dangerous. Bruce simply took him off the streets before he could be any worse.
But I don’t believe that’s true.
Jason grew up surrounded by crime, poverty, substance abuse and yet this amazing kid saved himself everyday by making a conscious choice to be kind and care about school, care about keeping his mother alive for over a year when he was just a child himself. That amazing kid was magic.
Jason Todd as Robin was magic.
“Jason smiles. A bright smile. The kind Robin, the Boy Wonder should have.”
A good portion of his character’s assassination was in order to push the Tim is the perfect Robin idea. It was editorial decisions. The same ‘suits’ who insisted that Tim Drake be the Robin in the New Adventures cartoon despite having Jason’s backstory and personality. But I digress on that.
Jason Todd was an introverted, studious, and emphatic person. He wanted to make friends with other kids his age even though he was a loner at heart. He joined the school baseball team and was a class officer, even if his training kept him from most social interactions.
He was also very much in tune with non-verbal cues and small changes in the environment around him. He was a thoughtful person who could be found admiring the stars or passing by scenery. When he teams up with the New Teen Titans, we get to see these aspects of his personality:
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful before. We’re actually riding above the clouds.”
“Every so often, I notice you become awfully agitated...like something was going on you didn’t want to be part of. Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”
It didn’t take Bruce long to fall in love with this boy and ask to legally adopt him. He found him to be smart, thoughtful, quick at learning and funny as hell. Their first meeting opens with Batman laughing in the very same alley his heart was ripped out decades earlier.
Even in the Rebirth canon, (RHATO #48) we see that Bruce is already set on taking in Jason while he’s still with Ma Gunn’s school. He likes this kid. A lot.
“Butler, actually. You’ll meet him someday, I’m sure.”
Jason Todd was happy. Most of the time. Unfortunately, he still wrestled with depression and would sleep all day on occasion and could be found crying hidden away on his own, withdrawn from the concerned Bruce and Alfred.
In A Death in the Family, Alfred and Bruce sit down and discuss Jason’s worsening mental health, particularly after the Diplomat’s Son where Jason becomes witness to sexual assault, suicide and the failings of both Batman and the GCPD to protect innocent people. Barbara, his tutor, someone he cared about and got along with, is also shot a few months earlier.
Bruce thinks Jason has become suicidal. Alfred does not disagree with this theory and supplements it with things he’s observed himself about the ‘lad.’
“I’ve come upon him, several times, looking at that battered old photograph of his mother and father, crying. When he’s seen me, he’s hidden the picture and left the room, refusing to talk.”
It is then that Jason discovers the truth about his mother at the worst possible time, when he’s not even thinking straight, and thus leads way to the tragedy that will be his murder at the hand’s of the Joker.
The Curse of Jason Todd
“Do you have any idea what you have done?! Do you? You have no inkling of what you’ve created -- what you have unleashed! You have set free a curse upon this world!”
Red Hood: Lost Days, which depicts Jason’s dark post-resurrection origin, opens with Ra’s al Ghul bellowing this line, the steam from the Lazarus Pit still rising off of him.
I’m not going to analyze this line, I’m just using it to supplement a point of mine I hope I’m getting through well enough. The Red Hood is a compelling, tragic villain. He is similar to Batman in ways that Bruce always knew and may have even feared because of how intimately he knows his own deepest, darkest thoughts. Jason is the perfect foil as an antagonist for him because of what he represents to Bruce.
And it’s not his anger, or his rage, or even his brutality.
It’s his compassion. His caring. His emotions. And how they can open up the worst parts of themselves.
Both are motivated by preventing whatever trauma happened to them from ever happening to anyone else. They both trained for years with this motivation. And they’ve both acted out on the very person who inflicted their trauma onto them.
Here’s where their paths start to differ, however, and what separates them with a line of morality.
They both get angry. They both care so damn much. About Gotham, about innocents, about each other. They both get too emotionally invested and deal with consequences related to that. To manage with that, Bruce shuts down. He creates all these choices, rules and symbols. He uses every ounce of his self control to keep them.
Bruce Wayne is not a good person. He forces himself to be with discipline and will. He chooses to be a good man and constantly pushes himself to live up to that. Because it’d be too damn easy to be just like the Red Hood.
Jason doesn’t understand that. Because no matter what Bruce had done or will do, he doesn’t hate him. He can’t. Despite his denial of the fact to different people, he still thinks of Bruce as his father. This great figure that so many others revere and are even intimidated by.
He’s not the only bat-kid to think of Bruce in this light despite the fact that the man is not. It took Dick years to overcome that perception. Tim only just started to begin understanding this true nature after his own father was murdered.
But even if he did understand his (once)father, he still became the complete opposite of him despite so many early parallels. He doesn’t hold back his words and emotions, he doesn’t go into a state of controlled dissociation or emotional disengagement.
Jason Todd—the Red Hood—is Batman without all his rules and control. In a way, he’s what the darkest part of Batman himself wants to be. Jason does what Batman can’t do when it’s needed.
Because in Batman’s book, life beats out justice. Even if he could take down abusers and murderers, he won’t. He will choose saving and protecting lives over the apprehension of killers...he always does.
Batman is justice. Red Hood is vengeance.
Jason is a victim’s fantasy. He punishes and kills the guilty. Something Batman won’t do.
He is the anti-Batman for better or for worse.
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¤°~Driving With The Stars~°¤
It was a simple Saturday in Twisted Wonderland. No school, no friends over. Just a relaxing day with nothing to do. (Y/N) lays on a couch in the lounge room. Mindlessly scrolling through Magicam, looking at posts her friends or classmates post.
A knock was heard on the Ramschakle door. (Y/N) had a gut feeling it was Crowley at the door. "I'm not gonna get up..." She drawls out lazily as her head snuggles into the pillows. "Really?"
"Well, I am glad I let myself in then." Mr. Crowley says as he stood in the middle of lounge room. "Gah!" The female screamed as she falls off the couch. "Ow..." She mumbles out in pain.
(Y/N) fixes her spot on the floor so she could be sitting crossed legged.
"Hi, Headmaster Crowley..." (Y/N) said with a lackluster tone. "What brings you here?" The female asked, waiting for him to give her and Yuu a task that he didn't want to do himself. "Well, you see (Y/N), there seems to be a problem out on the Ramshackle lawn," Crowley said with a aggressive tone.
"Wha-! Hold on, I need to check this out." Hurriedly getting up from her spot, she speed walks to the door. Opening the door, she takes a few cautious steps outside. Looking around to see if anything looked suspicious.
"Headmaster... There's nothing here- *gasp*!"
Right in front of Ramshackle was a car. A. Car. Didn't those only exist in her and Yuu's world?! (Y/N) runs up to the machine and starts to look at it up close.
"No way!! How is this even! When! How, what?!" The dorm leader screams loudly, her eyes practically turning into stars.
Mr. Crowley appears next to the star-struck girl. "You see, (Y/N). I've had this old car for a long time. I never really used it often, but I got a new car a few days back. So I decided to let you and Yuu to have my old one."
"How gracious am I!" The old crow states loudly. (Y/N) slowly turns her body to face Crowley. They run to the Headmaster, before Crowley could react. (Y/N) engulfed him into a tight hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." (Y/N) says softly, not wanting to yell in his ear drums. Headmaster Crowley gently pats her back. The female student realased Mr. Crowley from her bear hug. Turning her attention to car once more. "So, do me or Yuu need a licence to use this thing or- and he's gone..."
(Y/N) gives a tired sigh and look at the cars. "Does this thing use keys?"
Stuffing her hands in her pocket, she felt something odd. Taking the small item out with confusion. Her previous questioning face turns into a fond look. A simple grey key was attached to keychain, along with a little tag attached to it. Spelling out Ramshackle in pretty hand writing.
Taking yet another look at the vehicle, (Y/N) sees that it looked rather similar to some of the cars in her world. It wasn't fancy or high tech, it was just a plain white, medium sized car. It was ordinary, simple, clean looking too. Maybe a little used, but (Y/N) could care less.
"Hmm, welp. I guess Headmaster Crowley wouldn't mind if I test this bad boy out!"
"Okay, let's see inside... Oh, it's just like the cars back home! Thank God!" Breathing out a sigh of relief, she puts the key in the ignition. The car roared as it started to turn on.
"Okay, hands on the wheel. Foot on the pedals and breaks. Alright, I should take a few test drives!"
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(Y/N) steps out of the car, shaking a bit. She couldn't tell if it was out of fear or excitement. Either way, she had to hold on to the roof of the car for support. The phone buzzed from her pocket. Taking it out with a wobbly hand, she clicks the notification.
Cater had posted something about a race that would be held tonight outside of school and how he was gonna record everything. (Y/N) reads over the post and takes a screen-cap on where the race was gonna be held. "Maybe I can test out my skills," she jokes dryly to herself. Thanking who-ever-above for not crashing into stuff and getting into a accident.
(Y/N) stiffly walks back to Ramshackle after parking the car inside the Ramschakle gates. Once inside her dorm, the ghosts start to question where she was. "Take a look outside, there's your answer." The three ghosts poke their heads outside and see the piece of machinery.
"It's me and Yuu's first car, so if you guys posses it or let Grim near it. Things are not gonna be pretty." (Y/N) said as her voice turned from joyful to serious. The three ghosts fearfully agree and congratulate her on the new car. Even if it was probably older than their dead souls.
She heads upstairs to her/Yuu and Grims room. The little furball slept on the covers while Yuu was reading a book, "I am the king of magic..zzz." Grim says in his sleep as he snores a bit. (Y/N) snickers at her animal friend and goes through her closet.
Only a few items of clothing would be good to wear outside. The clothes she had on were for lazy time, not outing wear. 'I gotta get a little more clothes, most of these outfits are for school.' (Y/N) held back a wince when she saw the outfit she wore for her "wedding day" yet smiled at her old fairy gala clothes. Beans day, dang, so much paint to wash out, it was pretty fun though!
'Where.. Wait, I think this would look nice..? Maybe.' (Y/N) was not a fashionista when it came to clothes. But, she could try today. "Hmm, ah-ha! This should be good enough." She picks up her items to wear, then remembers Yuu and Grim. Hoping that fire cat was still asleep, (Y/N) whispers to Yuu about what happened earlier this morning. Yuu gets up from his spot on the bed and goes over to the window to see the car, while (Y/N) quickly dashes to bathroom.
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A young man steps out of his car. It looked nice and sleek, only with a few bits of dirt on the wheels. The car was definitely new looking. This driver of the car could be said the same. He wore nice clothes that looked like they couldn't be affordable.
His eyes were narrow and he had a cunning smirk.
He laughs once his opponent cries out in frustration. Cussing out few words as they bang their head against the drivers wheel. The male teen leans against his car and asks if anyone wanted to challenge him. Know one stepped up. The guys tsks and decided to take a break from driving, he'd rather wait until someone had enough guts to face him.
A simple white car drives up to the area. Parking against some of the other vehicles, teens look up from their phones and conversations to see the newcomer. A young male steps out, he bore red hair and had a dumb smirk on his face. While another boy stepped out the car after him, he had dark blue hair and started to argue quietly with the light red head. Soon other males get out of the car.
It almost looked like a clown car at how many people could fit in it. The "ring leaders", were the last one's to get out of the car.
(Y/N) stares at everything with subtle excitement as she and her friends group together. "(Y/N), I'm still surprised you've drove us here. I didn't think vehicles existed in your world." Deuce tells the female with a curious look. Unaware of her uneasy smile she had after he said that.
"Yeah, there are cars and motorbikes in my world. But.. They are a little different I guess, and I learned to drive in my old world once I got older." (Y/N) explained as she and her friends find a good spot to stand in. "Deuce, I think you should be more surprised that the Headmaster gave her a car."
"I never thought the cheapskate would just give you his car," Ace says with a sigh. "His old, used car." Epel clarified. "Right. What Epel said, or anything related to vehicles in general."
"Headmaster Crowley gave it to us. So until we find our way home. We can use it to travel besides mirrors." Yuu said softly, remembering that when Crowley finds a way for them to return home. There not gonna have these moments anymore.
The group of first years went quiet after his words. Jack decideds to lighten up the mood by pointing out that one of the party guests were getting ready to race. They all look up at the big hill as the race started. The nice looking car was in the lead, while the other was behind. The race ended and the nice car won.
Murmers from other party members were heard. Saying, "dang, Bryan is such a jerk." Or, "he always gloats about his driving skill." Sebek overhears this and looks at the winning driver.
They were a young human teen, male. He reeked of arrogance and pride. Someone not even worthy of his time, he was nothing like Lord Mallues and his elegance! (Y/N) sees Sebek turn his nose slightly at the winner. She couldn't blame him though, the winner was a real jerk about winning.
Deuce and Epel walk over to the winners car with amazement written all over their faces.
Not caring about the loud owner of the vehicle. "So cool.." Epel whispers as the car seemed to shine a bit. "It looks really new, how did this guy afford it?" Epel was so caught up in sleekness of the car that he was about to lean on it.
"HEY! Get your grubby hands away from my car!"
"Eh!" The two first years say in sync, startled from the outburst. Epel and Deuce straighten up as the winner of the race approached them. "What makes you think you guys can just go up and touch my ride?!!" "We didn't me too!"
Deuce said, trying to defend himself and Epel. (Y/N) takes notice of the situation and steps in front of her friends. "Woah, wait a second. They just apologized, there's no need for you to yell at them." The female says, trying to control the situation.
The once angry male was now looking up and down (Y/N), his frown turns into a suave smile. "Look hon, I'm just saying that those weirdos shouldn't have touched what they probably would never own." Bryan chuckles out, placing a hand on his hip. "Besides, it's not like they can even enter the race without a car. So why are they even here, their practically useless."
(Y/N) could feel her two friends seething from behind her. The female felt Yuu hold her wrist to calm her, she was just as ticked off as Deuce and Epel were. "I'll race you!" The female said without thinking at all. Not that she could give a damn at this moment.
A few gasps and "oh's" were heard after she challenged. Bryan smirks wickedly, "alright. The first one who makes it down the mountain wins. Though, I doubt your going to." (Y/N) scoffed at Bryan, he then gets in his car and drives up the hill.
Dirt and dust fills the air once he left. Coughing up dirt, (Y/N) burps and glares at the spot where the car was. "That guy is going down." The dorm leader said, not seeing Yuu their head.
Both cars had their engines on, parked side by side on the road on top of the hill. The sound of crickets was drowned out by the cars purring as a few fireflies flew about. The moon gleaming brightly in the dark sky. (Y/N) grips her driving wheel in agitation.
A scowl on her lips as she clenched her teeth. Bryan looks over at her from his car window. He grins, "maybe once this race is over. Why don't you and I go for a little cruising down the street. How's that~"
(Y/N) stomach turns as this dude was trying to mess with her. "You wish..!" (Y/N) barks at him, her anger rising like a volcano. A timer rings out in the air, and Bryan immediately revs his car engine and takes off. "Shoot!"
(Y/N) clamps down her foot on the pedal because of her late start. Rushes of white and blue could be seen going down the mountain. (Y/N)'s fellow first years watch from below. "Do you think she's gonna be okay?" Ace said, Jack hesitantly nods.
"She should be fine as long as she doesn't crash.." The six first years could only worry for (Y/N)'s safety. Said girl on the other hand could care less. Turning her wheel to the side, she pulls her shift gear and sloppily turns left and right. The two drivers were neck and neck yet (Y/N) passed him.
She smirks and keeps her eyes on the road. But a little squirrel scurried on to the road. (Y/N) gasps in shock and tries to avoid hitting the furry creature. Though at the cost of swiveling out of control.
"AAHHH!!"
(Y/N) hits the brakes as a loud shriek of the tires stop on the road. The car stops on the left side of the road as Bryans car drives past her. (Y/N) catches her breath, sweat and a few tears trickle down her skin. "Shit, I need to catch up!" (Y/N) was about to step on the pedals but sees herself in the review mirror.
The female lets her hands drop from the steering wheel, along with moving her foot from the pedals. (Y/N) opens the car door and steps out. Leaning her back against the car, trying the calm her beating heart. (Y/N) closes her eyes and turns her head up at the sky. "It's okay.."
(Y/N) says to herself, "I'm okay."
Sucking in a deep breath, she breaths out. "The stars look nice tonight." (Y/N) utters quietly, a determined look crossing her face. (Y/N) stops leaning on the door and opens it. "I can still cross the finish the line."
*Extra*
When she makes it down the hills road. Bryan stands by his car, a smug look on his features. (Y/N) parks her car and steps out. Bryan mocks her, yet she gives him a strained smiles. "Good race," and then walks over to her friend group. They glomp her in a hug, yelling at her and asking if she was alright.
(Y/N) just grins proudly, asking them if they wanted to drive up the hill with her. Not to race, but to see the stars.
The End.
(Good god this took forever, I had no ideas on how write about driving. Mostly music about driving and T.V shows kept my motivation flowing. Sorry if this isn't great, but I did my best. Thanks for reading!)
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Reddie in the hammock 🥺
The Hammock
After what seemed like an unfinishable summer, the losers finally got a little break in their clown killing activities. Ben wanted to surprise his friends with a getaway, a place no one could reach them, not pennywise, not bowers, not anyone. Thats when he built the clubhouse. Loser’s members only! He was so proud of it and he finally got to show the losers, they were all so grateful to have a safe heaven from the outside world. They had games, comic books and a hammock. That hammock had been the subject to a couple of fights between Richie and Eddie. The smaller boy claimed that the losers agreed to 10min in the hammock per turn, however Richie claimed he never agreed to those terms.
One day, while Richie was lying in the hammock, he heard Eddie’s alarm go off. Thinking nothing of it, Richie went back to reading his comic book.
“Hey fucker! Your time in the hammock is up! It’s my turn now, get out!” Eddie yelled
Richie looked up from his comic, annoyed. “I never agreed to that Eds, I’m not moving.” He looked back down at his comic.
“Fucking hell Richie, you really don’t know how to share a place with other people huh? You’re so annoying, c’mon get up, it’s my turn!” Eddie said getting closer to Richie, his voice slightly higher in pitch.
“No.”
“UGH! You know what, fuck you I’m getting in that hammock!” Eddie said as he lightly threw himself on the hammock.
“Oh my god, Eddie! What are you doing, were going to fucking fall!” Richie shouted
“Good, fucking fall you little shit. Im staying in the hammock.” Eddie spat
“Fine!” Richie said as he started reading his comic again.
Eddie looked at Richie. He had expected more of a fight, he was ready for more of a fight. But that little shit was reading his stupid comic. He doesn't know why but he needed Richie to pay attention to him. Their bickering wasn't over.
Suddenly, Richie feels a foot hit him in the face. He knows Eddie is trying to get a rise out of him and he could not let him win. So instead, he keeps reading his comic, but he put his hand on Eddie’s leg and squeezed it, trying to make him stop. The fact that Richie hadn't looked up, only aggravated Eddie even more. He then proceeded to slip his foot under Richie’s glasses and flicked them half way across the room.
Richie just sighed, he figured this was his new normal now.
A couple of months after that summer. Eddie was at home pouring himself a glass of hot cocoa, when suddenly the phone starts ringing. He looked at the time. 9:47 pm, why would anyone be calling at this time?
“Kaspbrak residence” Eddie answered
“Eds, its me, meet me at the clubhouse in an half an hour.” Richie mumbled
“What? I can’t just-“ the line went dead.
Shit, Eddie thought. He was going to have to sneak out. Richie sounded serious and he couldn't let him down.
He went creeped up the stairs and slightly opened the door to his mother’s bedroom.
“Goodnight mommy, I’m off to bed!” Eddie said
“Who was on the phone?” She said with a concerned look.
“Oh it was Bill, he called to remind me to bring his book back.” Eddie lied
“Okay Eddie bear, goodnight.”
He quickly closed the door and headed for his room. He changed into sweatpants and a sweater and packed his fanny pack, ready for any situation. He then proceeded to slowly climb out his window and head towards the clubhouse, following little strings of tape Ben had left on trees, so the other losers wouldn't get lost. Once he got there, he could see a faint light coming from the ground. He opened the hatch and went down, slightly terrified of what awaited him. What he wasn't expecting to see was the club house illuminated with Christmas lights and Richie sitting in a sleeping bag on the hammock.
“Hiya Eds, took you long enough”. Richie let out a shaky laugh
Eddie knew something was wrong, the other boy’s tone of voice wasn't as smooth and his eyes were almost lifeless, compared to his normal, bright eyes. He quickly rushed over to his side.
“What’s wrong Richie” Eddie started looking all over, touching his arm, leg, cheek, basically looking for any sign of injury. “Are you okay, why are you crying?” Eddie’s voice was shaking.
Richie grabbed the smaller boy’s hands and held then tightly on his leg. “Im not hurt Eds, well not physically. I just got into a fight with my parents.”
“What happened” Eddie asked, unconsciously rubbing his thumb over Richie’s hand.
“Ever since last summer, I barely sleep and whenever I manage to fall asleep, I have nightmares about the stupid clown. My parents yelled at me because my grades have been going down and they want to know why. But what am I going to them tell? “Oh yeah ma, I’m sorry about that, it’s just a murderous clown tried to kill me and my friends and I haven’t been able to sleep because I’m terrified he’s going to come back and kill them.” So I played dumb and told them I didn’t know why, so they started yelling at me and i couldn't bear staying there so I called you.”
“Why me?” Eddie whispered
“Because you’re my Eddie Spaghetti!” Richie said while pinching his cheeks.
“ So what were just going to sleep on the floor?”
“No, in the hammock. You know we can both fit.” He said with a small grin.
“Okay..”
For some reason, when Richie said those words, Eddie’s heart skipped a beat. He ignored it and climbed into the hammock.
“I thought maybe you could put you head near mine. I brought some new comic books we could read together...” Richie trailed off.
“Hmm okay” Eddie changed positions and nudged himself near Richie. The boy’s had never been this close but they both felt like it was something that had needed to happen. Like they were both safe.
After reading comics for an hour or so, Richie yawned. “ Wow Eds, didn't think i would ever say this again, but I think I’m going to go sleep now.”
“Oh that’s good Richie, yeah we should just go to sleep.” Eddie started panicking, did he have to go back to their original position, on opposites sides? But before be could move, he felt arms wrap around him.
“Goodnight Eds.”
“Hmm, goodnight ‘Chee”
They both snuggled under one small sleeping bag, cuddling. Eddie head resting on Richie’s chest, falling asleep to the faint beat of his heart.
That was the first of many nights spent at the clubhouse for Richie and Eddie.
They came almost every night until their graduation, none of the other losers knew (even though, most of them suspected). It’s where they came to escape their parents, where they first confessed their love for each other (Eddie had said it first in a fit of rage against the taller boy (not exactly the way he planned it but hey, it all worked out)), where they shared their first kiss (and many other first...) it became their home. It was the place where they felt safest, where they could be themselves without having people judge their love. An escape for everyday life. Their love is built into the walls and they both know that without the clubhouse and that stupid hammock, they would not share the love they have for one another today.
SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! BUT HERE IT IS I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT. SO MANY OF YOU LIKE MY ORIGINAL POST SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE REAL DEAL!
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Helpful Advice Pt. 0
Ship: Saiouma/Oumasai
Words: 1321
Type: Fantasy AU/Fluff
Trigger Warning: Curse words, blood
Posted: 09.19.20
Description: A prequel to the original ‘Helpful Advice!’ “Remember when we first met...I stumbled into the garden, knocking on death’s door. Despite your father, you snuck me into the palace and nursed me back to health!” <- based on this line!
Hello lovelies! I’m really nervous to post this... I feel like this isn’t good enough. However, I feel bad for not posting so here goes nothing! Not really fluffy since this is their first time meeting, a lot of exposition too. But... Prince! Shuichi x Guild Master! Kokichi, right?? Sending virtual hugs! - December
“AFTER HIM!”
Kokichi sprints out of the Black Cat tavern, his black cloak trailing behind him like a veil. He tries to push down the painful screams crawling in his throat, his back felt like it was on fire. “Who knew daggers sting like a bitch…”
All he was doing was minding his own business, having fun with ten members from his guild, DICE after a long, hard job. Until a member from their rival guild, FOX, decided to pick a fight with Kokichi.
“You piece of shit! Who the fuck you think you are!?” A taller male grips onto Kokichi’s purple vest, hoisting him up in the air.
“Let our boss go, fucker!” One of his DICE members yells.
“It’s Haru! And your ‘boss’ stole one of our fuckin quests, dumbass!”
“Not… all… quests… are yours…” Kokichi squeaks out.
Suddenly, Haru drops Kokichi, making him land on the hard wooden floor. He pants, trying to catch his breath, “come on… guys. Let’s get outta here.”
All of DICE nods, some shooting glares at the FOX guild, which was sitting on the other side of the tavern at a wooden table. Everyone else around could sense the tension surrounding them, the bartender, Celeste, rolling her eyes at the rival guilds.
DICE separate paths, agreeing to meet up at their guild room later. Kokichi is the last one to leave, still standing inside the tavern. Until, Haru grips onto his white long sleeve shirt, and his crossbow is flung onto the brick ground below.
Then, countless daggers were plunged into his back. One after another.
The ground was littered with blood along with his white pants and brown boots. He instinctively tried to reach for this crossbow, but it was kicked away. Kokichi thought of the only other option. “Run…”
Kokichi covers his face with his clown mask, spots appearing in his vision, and his legs begging him to stop. But, he can hear Haru cackle behind him, causing Kokichi’s adrenaline to skyrocket.
His movements became sluggish, he doesn’t know where he is except for seeing a lot of hedges and white roses.
“Dammit… if I only had my stupid crossbow…” Kokichi grumbles. “I could have made some illusions…”
Kokichi moves his mask to the side of his face, hoping to be able to see better, but with no luck. He couldn’t hear Haru anymore, but he doesn’t want to take any chances.
He halts trying to catch his breath from his insane headache and the unforgettable pain. Without realizing it, he trips over his own feet, and lands head first onto a tree. His body shuts down, sending him into a sudden slumber.
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“ARGH!” Kokichi yelps, his eyes flashing open.
“Good morning… I’m glad to see you are doing all right.”
Kokichi quivers at the new voice before observing his surroundings. He was laying down in a comfortable bed unlike his quarters from DICE, a balcony to his right shines light into the clearly lavish room. His forehead was wrapped in white bandages and his back was aching like crazy. Kokichi’s eyes drifted on the person sitting on a velvet chair beside him.
The boy had to have been no older than him, but clearly important. A sword was at his side in a white shealth, navy blue hair with a small crown on top, golden eyes like the sun, a crisp, blue vest on top of a puffy, white shirt.
“No way…” Kokichi thinks, instantly realizing who he was with. “Prince Saihara!? Fuck, I’m at the castle… Dammit.”
“You might be hungry after passing out for a whole day…” Prince Saihara states, picking up a metal bowl from the bedside table next to him. “Here. It’s tea with some medicine in to help you…”
Kokichi eyes the Prince cautionally. There were plenty of rumors about the Prince, how he is a womanizer, how much he hates the kingdom, his prideful nature, and plenty, plenty more.
“Um…” Prince Saihara begins to shake, “I’m sorry! Am I being too rash!? Ah! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Are you serious!?” Kokichi thinks. “I stare at him once and he’s all scared?”
“Good morning…” Kokichi slowly says, “just… prove to me, you didn’t… poison it…”
Prince Saihara instantly drinks a small sip before re-handing it to Kokichi. “Do you trust me now?”
Kokichi doesn’t bother answering back, hoisting himself up with his hands, and drinks the refreshing tea.
“You’re probably wondering what you are doing here, huh?” He nervously giggles. “Me and… the King were walking through the garden, and saw you laying there almost dead. The King, well, wanted you dead. Thankfully, I was able to sn-”
“Prince Saihara!”
This caused the prince to jump out of his chair, his eyes as wide as gold coins. He carries Kokichi out of the bed, placing him quickly and gently onto the marble floor. Kokichi’s blood stained clothes were still on him, making his head dazed from the metallic smell.
Kokichi opens his mouth to ask Prince Saihara what in the fuck he was doing, but was beaten to it by him placing a finger to his lips. Suddenly, he rushes over to the front door, flinging it wide open.
“Prince Saihara, here are the books you requested,” a polite voice echoes through the room.
“Ah, of course… thank you, Kirumi…”
“However, may I ask… Why is your bed not made? I am quite positive, I made it this morning….”
“N-nothing… I-I just wanted… to do an experiment!”
“That was such a terrible lie…” Kokichi chuckles. “No way, it would work…”
“Of course, Prince Saihara.”
Kokichi decides to gather up strength and peek what was going on. “Ah! Mister Princey is healing me in secret! Such a rebel! Wait-”
In the light, he wasn’t able to see it, but now he can, clear as day. A faint blue aura surrounds the Prince, indicating a weak learning of water magic. Kokichi learned from previous experiences, that anyone with even the slightest affinity for magic could see an aura, the color matching what magic they know.
His is purple for illusion magic and way more noticeable, as the better you are at magic, the stronger your aura is.
Once, Prince Saihara shuts the doors, Kokichi immediately stands up and speaks, “Wow! Hiding little, old me! Also, I thought nobles and royalty weren’t allowed to practice magic, hmm?”
“You’re a mgae?!”
“Duh! Can’t you see my aura?! And I can clearly see yours! Obviously, not better than mine!” Kokichi grins as the Prince approaches him.
“I knew that…” his voice drops to a whisper. “You can’t tell anyone…”
“How about… a deal?” Kokichi smirks.
“What is it?”
“Not even thinking twice… how native…”
“I won’t tell your secret, but you have to grant me access to the private library!”
Kokichi was bluffing, “no way Mister Princey would agree to that… I mean those records show practically everything about everyone! But if he can… maybe I can erase the fact that DICE owes a shit ton of money.”
“Ok,” Prince Saihara extends a hand, “it’s a deal.”
If Kokichi had water, he would have spit it out. Instead, he took the Prince’s hand and shook it. “Deal.”
“Since you figured out I snuck you in here… I guess you can’t leave this room, huh?”
“Unless my guild breaks me out!” Kokichi laughs.
“You’re a guild master! But.. but you’re so…”
“Young!? I know I get told that a lot!” Kokichi rolls his eyes.
“Which guild!” Prince Saihara gets a starry look in his eyes, making them shine brighter than they already are.
“Isn't obvious!” Kokichi points at his clown mask. “You are meeting… the one and only, Kokichi Ouma! Guild master of the number one guild, DICE!”
“It’s a pleasure meeting you!” Prince Saihara bows to him, “I’m grateful to be your apprentice!”
“I’m sure this will be an entertaining experience!”
#saiouma#oumasai#fantasy au#fanfic#fluff#oneshot#writing#au#danganronpa#drv3#this makes me nervous to post#not really fluffy
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9-1-1 4x08 Winter finale
[Warning : I dislike Taylor Kelly. She was okay this episode but I’m the resentful kind. Also my brain works funny at 4am]
I know that flight attendant, Molly, from somewhere! Camille in The Originals, wasn’t she?! Eddie flirting over math??? MATH??? whatever rocks your boat man but MATH? I’m don’t like the “Edmundo” thing. Maybe because it seems like only his parents/grandma/aunt call him that. OR just because I’m not used to it. Afterall, for 2 seasons and half everybody called him Eddie or Diaz. THANK GOD FOR THE BEDTIME ALERT. At least, I won’t have to see them kiss until 6 weeks. Buck being very domestic in Eddie's home, saying “You’re late”, welcoming him at the door, putting Chris to bed. “Christopher is already in bed?” gosh that’s such a domestic question. 9-1-1 why do you to this to me?! “You’re a miracle worker” *ugly sobs smearing my clown make-up*
Okay so we have: Chim and Eddie betting with Hen. Buck talking about his problems to everyone now. I like this. Go my boy, talk about your feels. LOL Eddie starting the “jump” thing and the camera panning to Bobby saying it too. Eddie getting parental advice from Bobby and Athena. Buck befriending Taylor Kelly?? "Be patient, let the universe come to you", the same universe that "doesn’t scream" according to Eddie? (if this is a message to us TOO BAD I’M ALL OUT OF PATIENCE)
Does… Albert have a job? (I mean he buys groceries so he has some money) A job that would allow him to get his own place and not bring his date to his friend’s apartment?? Omg no, Buck, you're going to bring Taylor Kelly to the double date? Taylor "Let's film the firefighter captain when he is about to jump off the building and after the illusion of his dead daughter" Kelly? Aww the discussion between Athena and Maddie was really sweet and OH god Karen u okay? I would have fainted! How is the stabbed guy not dead? also Athena PLEASE stop getting alone in a place where potentially murderers are without calling for back up! It always stressed me up but it does even more now, since the assault.
So Eddie likes Ana “a lot”? Okay well, good for him. He deserves nice things.
Okay I’m not being sincere here. Like, hey maybe it doesn’t have to be a girl? Though it’s obviously going to be, cause they are not going to make the two allegedly straight guys date each other, are they? Not the dad who was in the military and the manly lady-killer. What would the viewers think? The cis viewers not wanting yet another queer relationship in their show about badass firemen. Look at what all those disappointments did to me. Made me so jaded. I may be getting a bit bitter here. I just dislike seeing good potential throw out the windows for those kinds of reasons. Anyways, holy shit I didn't expect Chris to get THIS angry. It's gonna be okay Eddie, eventually.
[long post so rest under the cut]
RIP Buck, looking so dejected in his little armchair I dislike Taylor Kelly (for her morality) a lot but she does look good in that red dress... and it seems she didn't knew it was a double date? Yep. #awkward Yeaaah, Buck that wasn't thought through, was it? Also, no Taylor, you and Buck didn't click because you’re here for a hook-up (though he doesn’t seem uninterested in the idea) while he seeks a "more meaningful relationship". [Buck I’m gonna shore you’re head in front off Eddie’s and maybe you’ll have some kind of revelation then.] "You're so needy" how shut up Ma'am "I'd had no qualms wanting to give a bad image of the 118 as long as it gave me views". I don’t like you enough to tolerate you speaking poorly to Buck. It's true, he should have told you, he f*cked up and he doesn't want to not be like (we have his unloving parents to thank for that) and I get your feelings are hurt but hey! I don't care about your feelings. I care about Buck's. (as Hen said to Chim : “She is you’re ex, I’m your friend. You get to move on. I get to hold a grudge until I died.”)
You know Ana is nice, like she is ready to take a break for Christopher’s sake and yet... I don't care about her. Maybe it's because I ship buddie and she pales in comparison with Eddie and Buck's chemistry. But I don't think this is it. I mean we already have a nice caring girl in Maddie (who was more likeable from the start though) so maybe this is why. Like Ana feels redundant, personality wise. I should like her, she is pretty, nice, intelligent, she cooks it seems, she makes Eddie smile, she was an elementary school teacher and yet she doesn’t interest me. I can't get invested in her character or Eddie's relationship with her. She is too much of a satellite love interest. I'm fine with that if she isn't meant to stay. But if she is meant to stay (noooooooo) then you better strengthen her character. You better make her the Maddie to his Chimney, the Athena to his Bobby. Make me like her.
Christopher sneaked out?! WTF?! How? And he went to Buck's house? Called himself a uber?! (hmm this was in a fanfic I read) Did he manage to pass Eddie without getting notice or did he go through the back door? Anyway, here comes the talk and this is not going where we hoped it will. I knew, yet I’m still disappointing. This is why I’m a clown. To be honest I wished tv writers could just spoil us about ships to come, at least when it concerns queer ships (you know, like Roswell New Mexico did, Roswell New Mexico where a soldier date a ladykiller cowboy hmmm). Should I keep hoping for buddie or not? Tell me. I'll wait if I should and move one if I shouldn't. I just don't like wasting my time and energy on queerbaiting, if this is what it is.
OH NO CHRIS! He thinks everybody leaves! (Btw where IS Carla? Who keeps watch on Chris when he is homeschooled and Eddie is at work?) Damn! Buck is DEFINITELY the right person to talk about those feelings! (wow you two have so much in common, you could be related! By law. Through your dad. A June wedding for buddie). Awww Buck promised to be there for Christopher! OH MY GOD FORGET EVERYTHING! RIGHT NOW NOTHING MATTERS! MADDIE SAID "I LOVE YOU" !! THREE TIMES! I'm so happy for her and Chimney!
So was the tweet alluding to Buck moving in Eddie's house playing with us OR are we going to get it later this season? Doesn’t seem like it. I’d me more hopeful if I hadn’t been queerbaited so many times before or seen perfect gay ships never come into fruition because of the “no homo” rule. And why Taylor "Walsh"? I like seeing Eddie as a medic. OMG NOPE TAYLOR KELLY YOU DON’T PULL OFF YOU MASK ON A VACCINATION SITE TO KISS A FIREFIGHTER ON THE CHEEK. YOU TWO HAVE BEEN AROUND PEOPLE ALL DAY! SOCIAL DISTANCING! THAT MASK STAYS ON TO PROTECT OTHERS FROM YOU!
As expect, we've been clowns! Buck didn't, and won’t, move in (he doesn’t need to since Albert and Veronica broke up), Eddie did introduced Chris to Ana. Chris is now okay with it (his reaction was cute) although STOP HUGGING PEOPLE OUTSIDE OF YOUR FAMILIAL CIRCLE, VICE-PRINCIPAL. YOU DIDN’T EVEN WASH YOUR HANDS BEFORE HUGGING HIM! SOCIAL DISTANCING DAMMIT!
We really are in for Eddie/Ana to stay this season (I mean he introduced her to Chris, so it is pretty serious) and maybe Buck / freaking Taylor Kelly (like hook-up to friends to lovers). Buck you can date anyone but please find yourself someone better.
OH HELL NO! This is the mid-season mean cliffhanger? Don't take cutie Nia away from Karen and Hen. I mean, sure this is what they signed up for and if the mother is now a decent person she should see her daughter again, but the baby doesn't even remember her mother (she was too young) and she is already calling them "mom" !
And now we wait. 6 weeks.
#it's almost 5 am#i shouldn't write post -in english- at 5am#9-1-1#911 4x08#911 on fox#my posts#damn i need sleep
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Nuka-World 4
Holmes woke up not long after sunrise. I made sure he ate something, and we came out to see Gage waiting at the bar. "The Overboss wakes," he greeted, standing up. "Well, you came back in one piece. That's a good sign. Everything all peachy with our friendly neighborhood psychopaths?"
"'Peachy' isn't quite the adjective I'd use," Holmes said as he lit a cigarette. "The leaders have their doubts, but are willing to give me a chance."
Gage winced, "Hoo, boy. Not exactly what I was hoping for."
"Most of their doubts seem to come from the fact that this is your idea."
"Damn, they ain't gonna make this easy," Gage grumbled, and put a confident face on. "Ok, time to roll up your sleeves, boss. There's work to be done. See, this place is huge. Divided up into sections. Parks, whatever the hell they called 'em back in the day. We need to take 'em all back, one at a time."
"You hope that having more space will prevent the chance of someone… doing something rash."
Gage chuckled, "That's one way to put it. Every section we secure gives us a little more breathing room, and more resources. And it'd be good to have a few less threats surrounding us, too."
As much as I hated to admit it, it made sense. Gage was smarter than he looked. Spending time away from raider central might also be something Holmes and I could work to our advantage, assuming we survived.
Gage continued explaining, "You stake a claim, plant a little flag for one of the gangs, and that settles it. That park is theirs for good. Who gets what, that'll be your call. Whoever you hand it off to will appreciate it, but the others might get a little jealous. You know how it goes."
To say I was skeptical would be an understatement. "Plant a flag? Are you serious?"
"Dead serious," he shot me a hard stare and focused on Holmes. "Look, you leave it up to anyone else, the gangs'll all just fight over who deserves the space. Lot of these idiots can't read, so it needs to be as plain as day for them to get on board. They know what to watch for. So that's it. Nice and simple, right?" He grinned, "And hey—we're in this together, so I might as well go all-in. You want me watching your back, you just say the word."
"No thanks," I fumed.
Gage ignored me, but made his case to Holmes, "C'mon boss, you gonna turn down another gun?"
Holmes was unimpressed, "At this moment, yes. My partner and I are equipped to handle whatever this park may throw at us."
Gage shrugged, "Suit yourself. Change your mind, I'll be around."
Holmes took the sack of flags Gage had whipped up and we headed out.
“Are we really doing this?” I asked in a low voice as we walked.
“Clearing out the parks could be of use to the traders in the long run,” Holmes murmured back.
“Not if they’re populated with raiders,” I grumbled.
Holmes didn’t respond, and I started to get concerned as he kept walking all the way to the front gate. “Holmes. You think they’re going to let us…” Holmes walked right out the front gate of the park without anyone saying a word. “... never mind.”
Of course, it wasn’t hard to see why the raiders weren’t worried about us flying the coop. The collapsed remains of a highway decorated the vast emptiness in front of us, the dust of a post-apocalyptic parking lot, mountains in the distance.
My fingers brushed his, "Long walk back home."
The corner of his mouth quirked in the smallest grin. “Indeed. Come, we can talk without fear of being overheard if we stay outside the walls.” He started moving, following a walkway around the east side of the park. I followed close behind. “Hopefully we can find something in these other parks we can use to our advantage,” he said. “I also need more information on the threats Gage mentioned.”
“How about giant crickets?” I asked and drew my gun as three of the overgrown insects leaped straight for us.
“Not exactly what I had in mind,” Holmes said as he slashed at them with his blade.
Hopping horrors dispatched, we kept walking. “Wonder what other delightful surprises we’ll find,” I joked.
"Have you given any thought to Dr. Bridgeman's idea?" Holmes asked.
"Killing the leaders and hoping the rest of the raiders spontaneously give up?"
He chuckled at my skepticism. "She's at least correct in that the leaders will have to be killed."
"And all three live in places with only one way in or out."
"Perhaps we can turn them against each other somehow."
"All three at once?"
Holmes was pensive. I let him think.
“You realize we’re walking right toward the kid’s park?” I asked after a bit.
“What gave it away, the ferris wheel or the giant lollipops in front of the gate?”
“Don’t get snarky just because you’re in a bad mood.”
We walked through the gate to the Kiddie Kingdom. Right on cue, a voice came on over the ancient PA system, “Well now, friends, it seems we have another uninvited guest to the park.”
I sighed, “Sherlock, if we have to run through another goddamn gauntlet, then you’re sleeping on the sofa.”
He smirked as he drew his gun and I followed suit. “You don’t use the bed unless I’m in it, Nick.”
“It’s the principal of the thing.”
The voice over the speakers was still talking, a ringmaster to whatever twisted circus we’d just stepped into, “Up! Up, performers! It's time for another show! Though I doubt you'll even make it to the Theater, stranger.” We started moving further into the park, and Holmes’s Pip-Boy started clicking real fast. “Shall we take bets on where this one shuffles off? What do you think, friends, the tunnels? The Fun House?” The voice laughed maniacally, and ferals shambled out of the rust.
“That your geiger counter doing cartwheels?” I shouted to my partner as we fired on the ferals.
“Yes! And I don’t think it’s just the ferals!”
First batch of ferals down, I realized Holmes was right. There was a haze across the park, a radioactive mist. “It’s got nothing on Far Harbor’s fog,” I grumbled, “but we shouldn’t linger all the same.”
“Valentine, look at these ferals. They’re wearing face paint. It’s fresh, recently applied.”
“How the heck does a person get close enough to a feral to paint its face without losing a limb in the process?”
“Let’s find out,” he said, and headed further into the park.
Kiddie Kingdom may have delighted little kids back in the day, but now the confined walls and maze-like streets made navigating it difficult for two adults. Regular attacks from desiccated irradiated clowns didn’t help, nor did the mocking voice that followed us everywhere.
“Do you enjoy that lovely glowing mist?” the voice laughed as a feral knocked Holmes under a mist-sprayer turned deadly, “Feels great to us! Why, we've got sprayers all over Kiddie Kingdom to keep you cool and irradiated.”
I ran forward to help, shoving Holmes out of the way and blasting the feral in the head. It ain’t often I’m glad to be made of metal, but not having to worry about rads is definitely a perk. Holmes was already taking a RadAway when I turned back to him, a distance from the sprayers. “You alright?”
“I’ve been better,” he shrugged. “The man in charge here is a ghoul.”
“Yeah, figured as much. He said something about tunnels when we first got here, they’re probably lacking the mist sprayers.”
“Might be just as irradiated for other reasons,” Holmes nodded, “but worth investigating.”
“Where do we start?”
Holmes nodded over my shoulder, “Let’s try the Employees Only entrance over there.”
“Wise ass.”
The door was locked, but that’s never stopped Holmes before. If they wanted to keep people out, they should have bought a stronger lock. Once upon a time the tunnels would have been used to get employees where they needed to be and fix what needed fixing, without ruining the illusion of a fantasy world for the kids on the surface. Two hundred years later, a pair of old relics made their way inside, expecting the usual sorts of things one finds in tunnels these days; radroaches, ferals, mole rats of unusual size.
The bunk beds were a surprise.
Journal entries on a terminal answered a lot of the big questions. The employees of Kiddie Kingdom before the War had enough foresight, given the state of the world at the time, to make an emergency plan for just in case the world ended. And it paid off--they gathered everyone they could, employees and park guests alike, underground into the tunnels when the bombs fell. They were doing alright for themselves, until a radiation storm tore through. Lots of folks died from the radiation, and the rest became ghouls. They kept going, doing their best to defend their settlement and newfound family.
Then a hundred years later, some started to turn feral. They called it "The Affliction," thought it was an illness. Maybe it is, in a way. No one really knows what makes a ghoul go feral, but living near a radioactive water supply for a century probably didn't help. Now it seemed the only sane one left was the guy running this deadly show.
We made our way through the tunnels and overheard him talking, irritated. “What are you doing out of costume again? You know Nuka fires people for breaking character.”
A feral growled.
Holmes and I crept closer and got a glimpse into a windowed maintenance room. A man in a magician’s tuxedo and top hat was putting makeup on a ghoul. His back was to us, but he sounded just like the ghoul over the speakers.
"Yes, of course I'm kidding," he said to the feral, "but seriously, the clown make up helps scare the invaders off and there's a new one in the park."
The feral growled.
The magician sounded puzzled, "No. No, I don't think that's going to work this time. There's something different about this one."
An angrier growl this time.
The magician growled back. "See?" he said, irritated, "I can do that too. Now stop squirming."
The feral growled. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought it was apologizing.
The magician certainly thought so. "Sorry. I know you can't help it. We just have to hold out till she gets back with a cure. Then we'll drive the Raiders out and get the farm back in order."
Holmes and I shared a look. A cure? For ferals?
The magician continued, "We'll fix this. I promise." He put down the face paint, "There. Back in character. I need to prepare some more surprises for our visitor, so I'll leave you to find your way out."
That was our cue to get moving.
"A cure for ferals, Valentine!" Holmes's voice was hushed but no less firm. "That man is waiting for a cure that doesn't exist, and will probably keep doing so for eternity."
"All the folks here thought going feral was some sort of disease, makes sense they'd want a cure. Sounded like someone went out searching for one."
"If we can find him, perhaps we can talk some sense into him."
I frowned, "Hold on. I'm all for being noble, but I'm not keen on the idea of fighting more ferals and you getting a green suntan."
"We both know radiation doesn't cause super mutants--"
"I'm referring to how sick you're going to look dying of radiation poisoning!" I was irritated, thought I could hear the gears in my jaw grind.
“I’m not fond of the thought either. Yet, if we don’t have some evidence for our activities out here, we will attract suspicion from the raiders. The magician will have to leave eventually, and I would rather convince him through reason than violence.”
I sighed, “Alright. I don’t like it, but I guess you got a point. It would look bad if their big tough leader came crawling back without finishing the job he set out to do, and if they decide you’re the wrong man for the job, they'll put a bullet in your brain, or a collar around your neck. I don't even want to think about what they'd try to do to me."
He nodded, “We have to follow Gage’s plan, at least until we have the opportunity to contact the Commonwealth.”
“What’s that going to do?”
He grinned, “I have an idea.”
“You gonna share it with me?”
“Once we’re out of this death trap carnival. The first thing our ghoulish host said when we entered the park was that we would never make it to the theater, and the only place in this park with a theater is the castle. That's where he's waiting."
We exited the tunnels just in time to hear an ancient recording announce that tickets for Oswald the Outrageous’s magic show were sold out. At least we had a name for our tormentor. He was certainly living up to it.
Holmes was right; King Cola’s Castle was the park’s stage theater, where they’d put on a couple shows for the kids. One was a play, the other was a magic act. Now the magician was waiting for us on the stage, skin glowing under the brim of his hat. I’d heard stories about sentient glowing ones, dismissed them as just tall tales and rumors. Guess I was wrong.
“I’ll admit, I didn’t think you’d make it this far,” Oswald said as we entered. “I can tell you're different than the usual invaders, so I'll not bother with the usual tricks and illusions I use to scare off the superstitious.” Holmes and I kept walking, slowly getting closer to the stage while the showman had his moment, “When the bombs fell, everything changed. We changed. And somehow I received a gift. Actual magic. The stuff of legends. Perhaps you'd like to see some?”
Holmes and I shared a look and started moving faster.
We were too late. Like a wizard summoning a creature, and all the over-the-top theatrics he’d need to do it, Oswald commanded, “Up!” and an army of ferals rose from between the seats. “No matter what you do, I can heal my friends, and we will protect what is ours!”
“Damn it,” I shouted, “we’re not the ones you should be fighting!”
You don’t get a whole lot of chances to chat when a feral’s trying to chew your limbs off, so Holmes and I focused on the fight, just trying to get through until we could reach the mad magician.
“Well, it seems your asinine assault won't be dissuaded,” the glowing ghoul finally decided. “Then I guess it's time for our final act. Join me on the roof of King Cola's Castle and we'll see an end to this production.”
And he was gone in a puff of smoke.
“Holmes,” I grumbled, “it takes a lot to get me angry. This guy’s done it.”
Holmes nodded, “All of this unnecessary drama is certainly exhausting.”
I laughed a little, couldn’t help it, “Yeah? That’s funny coming from you.”
“What do you mean?”
“If we manage to convince him to see reason, the two of you could compare notes. It’s a shame you didn’t bring the Shroud outfit.”
Holmes rolled his eyes and tried not to smirk.
Oswald waited on the roof, like he’d said, a serrated sword in hand. “I'm not going to let you kill any more of my friends. This is our home, not yours.”
“We’re not the ones who just summoned an army of ferals to attack us,” I said. “Only thing we’ve done since stepping foot in this place was defend ourselves.”
“You invaders are all the same! You come in, steal whatever you can, kill the ‘monsters’ so you can take our home!” He sneered, “How many so-called ‘ferals’ have you needlessly slaughtered while ignorantly thinking you're doing the world a favor?!”
“Oswald,” Holmes said, and the man jumped. I imagine it had been a while since he’d heard his name said by something that wasn’t a recording. “We read the terminals in the tunnels. We know the radiation changed you and your friends, but you turned this place into a home… until your friends started getting sick. Are you the only one left?”
Oswald was suspicious, but when he answered he just sounded tired, “Over time, the illness took the minds of my friends... and those that we love.” Determined, he stated, “I am going to find a cure, and fix my friends before someone like you comes along and exterminates us all.”
“In two hundred years, no one has learned what causes a ghoul to turn fer- to get sick,” Holmes tried. “The only thing that is certain is that they don’t change back. It’s too late.”
“You're wrong!” Oswald shouted, angry, “Rachel is going to find a way to cure them, we're going to fix this!
“Who’s Rachel?” Holmes asked, alert.
Oswald calmed a little bit, but was no less defiant, “My beloved left this place years ago to find a cure to this disease. In return, I swore that I'd keep our people safe by defending our home. When Rachel walks back through those gates with the cure in hand, then you'll see, everyone will see, that I was right!”
“What if she never returns? How long are you going to wait?”
“I will stay here for as long as it takes. I've already watched two hundred years pass, what makes you think I can't wait two hundred more?”
I put a hand on Holmes’s shoulder, “Let the immortals talk this one out,” I said softly. He was about to protest, but Oswald was finally paying attention.
“I’ve never seen anything like you before,” he said.
I shrugged, “I imagine synths don’t make it out this way much. I don’t doubt for a moment you’ve got the fortitude to wait for eternity. You’ve done good, keeping this place safe. But I gotta ask… if you’re here defending the castle, who’s left to save the damsel in distress?”
He was alarmed, “Distress?”
“You haven’t heard from her in years. What if she needs your help?”
He shook his head, “I told her she shouldn’t, but she insisted… if I hadn’t been here, the raiders would have taken everything, killed all of our friends, family…”
Holmes stepped in, “Even if she’s safe, no one has been able to find a cure. To the best of my knowledge, no one’s ever tried. Such a discovery might well take two hundred more years, and if Rachel is going to succeed, she’s going to need help.”
Oswald was quiet for a long time. “Maybe you're right,” he said, subdued. “If Rachel is still out there, I'll find her and we'll search for this cure together.” He straightened up, “I'll gather what remains of my friends and we'll leave this place. Don't worry about the radiation, it will no longer be a burden to you and your kind…” he looked at me, “though I suppose it never bothered you at all, did it?”
“Nope,” I said. “Word of warning, if you see anything that looks like me, minus the fashion sense, it’s probably not friendly.”
He nodded, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He handed Holmes his sword, “Here, you should have this. Consider it an apology for misjudging you. Farewell.”
And he was gone, in a puff of smoke.
“Alright,” I lit a cigarette, “I’ll admit it. That trick’s neat.”
We both knew this Rachel was probably dead, but it didn't seem like telling Oswald that would have helped. And who knows? Maybe she really is trapped in a tower, waiting for rescue.
It's a pretty thought, anyway.
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My Reaction to “Gotham” S4E2
Just a heads up, there are mentions of suicide in this episode, and this episode gets disturbing because of the hallucinations caused by Scarecrow’s fear toxins. If this reaction post is uncomfortable for you guys in any way, don’t read.
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AN: I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post.
Whoa...
Yeah that’s the old house, where Gerald’s wife died!
Whoa...
Oh my gosh, is that the dead guy [as the new Scarecrow hanging out in the yard]?
Ohh, that’s the Scarecrow hat that he [Jonathan] puts on in the season finale!
*Jim finds the victim from the end of the last episode still screaming* Oh my gosh, the guy actually had some of the dried up fear toxin around his mouth. Oh crap.
What the- frick, Bruce?
*Jim walks in to see Bruce in one of the holding cells* Oooohhhh...
*gasps when Scarecrow appears in the Arkham warden’s office*
HE’S GOT A SCYTHE...
The way he [Scarecrow] kind of twitches his head to the side reminds me of Davy Jones from “Dead Man’s Chest”
*gasps when Scarecrow gives the Warden a face full of fear gas*
OK, here’s my question: does the fear toxin come as a liquid first then dry? Because when we see a close up afterwards, it looks like he was just sprayed in the face with water. You can see moisture!
*gasps* Lucius!
“What were you [Bruce] doing before that?” “Rock climbing.” HaaaaHAHAHA
Is that gonna be the new code name for his outgoings as Batman? “Rock climbing?”
What the heeeeck?
*yells in horror when the Warden starts seeing a monster clown through the fear toxin*
*gasps when the Warden mistakes the other inmates as other clowns and shoots them down*
Oh my God...
Ooooohhh my gosh...
*gasps when Scarecrow gives one of the Arkham inmates a face full of fear toxin*
Oh my gosh, that drumroll in the background. Is that Scarecrow’s theme?
“James Gordon?” *in same tone of voice* Oswald Cobblepot!
“[Jim] Play nice.” “No.” When does Jim ever play nice?
“Instead, let me [Oswald] me make you [Jim] a deal.” Oh no.
“Find this Jonathan Crane and lock him up within 24 hours or admit to me, your subordinates, and the people of Gotham that you failed, and allow me to clean this city up!” Jim, c’mon, don’t.
*groans in frustration*
Who the crap is this?
*Barbara enters the room* Oooohhhhh.... my God.
Uhhh...
Explanations please? I know it has to do something with Ra’s al Ghul but... what?
*Barbara reveals her new hideout to be a weapons store* What the...
Oh my God, there’s just machine guns everywhere...
Oh my God, Barbara needs to get rid of that haircut like now!
Oh my God, he’s [Bruce] going back out again.
“Out there, Alfred, I [Bruce] feel more alive than I've ever felt before.“ Oh my God.
Alfred, go out there and freaking stop your boy.
*None of the GCPD officers offer to help Jim take down Scarecrow* Oh my freaking God
*Harvey refuses to go* Oh my God, Harvey, go. No, my God, Harvey.... go with him...
“So I am sorry, partner, but you are on your own on this one.“ Oh my freaking God
Jim’s gonna after Scarecrow and a hundred fear dosed inmates by himself. Great plan.
Literally no one so far has made any good decisions
WHAT THE-
You see that dude just walking backwards like Reagan from “The Exorcist?!?!?”
AN: And no, I’m not putting a link to the Spider-Walk scene (original and/or extended or deleted version) in because c’mon.
WHA-
Oh my God, it’s the Warden!
“It’s you. You [Jim] came!” *whispers* Crap!
Wait, did Jonathan take the precaution of just applying like tons of eye black around his eyes [for the mask]?
*cracks up when Victor heart-eyes a gun in a display case*
“Yeah, I’d say it’s open. Hot damn, it’s like Christmas.” Heeheeheeheehee!
Why is Ivy still working for Penguin?
“[Barbara] You lost your money on The Sirens Club, then went missing. Rumor was you were dead. And now you're back with a brand-new fancy place. Who paid for it?“ Oh it has to be Ra’s!
“I’m [Victor] gonna take this [gun]....”
Oh, I like that mirror shot of Jim. Ooohhh...
Oh my God... is Jim gonna get freaking dosed with fear toxin? Holy crap, what is he gonna see?
*Jonathan takes off his Scarecrow mask* Oh my gosh, he did just smear a bunch of eyeshadow across his face... or ash. I’m gonna say ash.
*gasps when Jim gets a face full of fear toxin*
Oh my God! Holy crap, what’s he gonna see?
*covers mouth in shock*
“What will you see, I wonder? One of your victims, perhaps?“ Is he [Jim] gonna see freaking Lee? Oh God, I hope not.
He’s gonna see freaking Lee like dead or something.
Where the heck is Lee this season?
*groans in frustration and horror when Jim sees Lee bleeding out in a bathtub in the fear toxin*
*ends up dropping my head on the floor*
“We could have been a family, had a child. You destroy everything you touch.” Screw this...
Oh my gosh, this is dark. This is really freaking dark even for Gotham. Holy snot! What was the TV rating for this episode, for this specific scene alone? Oh my God!
Jim, it’s not real. It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real!
*starts slapping my laptop* Jim, it’s not real. It’s not real! It’s not real! No, no, no, no, no, please do not AAAAAHHHH!!!
“Cut deep.” *gasps*
No no nononono
*Jim beats the fear toxin* OHHH!!
He just powered through the fear toxin with sheer will alone. Bravo, Jim!
I wish there would be a thing as a tracker in this show. Please. Please have Lucius come up with such a device in S5 so that Bruce/Batman can use it. Por favor.
That would make this whole thing just so much easier.
What the heck?
*Some of the robbers remove Bruce’s mask* How do they not recognize that that’s Bruce Wayne?
“His face, it seems familiar. You famous or something?“ Yeah, how do they not recognize him?
*Bruce takes down the head robber* WHOA!
*gasps when Bruce makes an impromptu flamethrower and makes the robbers back off*
*Bruce uses a rope to jump out the window and land on the street* Whooo!
Oh, that was a smooth landing...
*gasps when Alfred comes to Bruce’s rescue*
“Now, I hate to tell you I told you so, Master Bruce.“ Hehehehehe
Bruce needs like a proper Bat-cowl.
*gasps when Ivy enters the room*
“Know what? [Tabitha] You’re rude.” Oooh. That’s a big insult.
*Jim sprays one of the infected inmates in the face with a fire extinguisher* Oh my gosh...
“Water!” Oh my God, are you freaking serious?
Wha- pull the fire alarm!
Wait, so water deactivates the fear toxin, what?
*gasps* Lucius!
Oh my God, did Lucius freaking make Bruce a Proto-Batsuit?
MVP of the episode, right freaking there.
*gasps in delight when we get our first look at the Proto-Batsuit*
“Oh, and long distance radio communicators. In case you two wish to talk to each other whilst climbing rock.“ Heeheeheehee
Yaassss!
“Selina said you [Tabitha] would need something from me [Barbara]. You can have anything you like.” “Fine. I’ll take your hand.” What?
Oh my God...
Is it gonna be like Jaime Lannister- she’s [Barbara] gonna get herself a gold hand? Or how is that gonna work?
Ohhhh, she [Tabitha] can’t do it...
Where the crap did Jonathan go?
“Which ones make me [Ivy] stronger?” “That's dangerous stuff! It's too powerful for you. It can get in your blood, your DNA.” She’s gonna drink freaking all of them, isn’t she?
*Ivy drinks all of the potions* She gonna age up again?
“We’d [Harvey and Jim] need an army to take on Penguin.” An army of what?
What about that list? Bruce has that list of all the people that have the licenses!
“Ooh, that's a lovely leap, Master Bruce; positively gazelle-like.“ *chuckles*
Whoa...
*We get our first full look of Bruce in his Proto-Batsuit* OK, it’s a start... definitely makes him look like a motorcycle gang member but it’s a start.
*jams out to the ending theme*
#the fear reaper#Gotham#FOX#gotham spoilers#the blogger reacts#looked at the stars and considered a reaction#jim gordon#scarecrow#jonathan crane#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#lucius fox#batman#ivy pepper#oswald copplepot#barbara kean#harvey bullock#lee tompkins#tabitha galavan
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Thoughts on the movie “It” 2017
DISCLAMER: This post will contain spoilers for the movie and probably the book too so if you don’t want to see them I wouldn’t suggest reading this post.
Just for anyone who is thinking of seeing the movie: If you hate jumpscares, if you hate cursing, if you hate clowns, maybe you should look somewhere else. (Also there may or may not be flashing lights so for anyone who does have a serious issue with that please be careful)
So last night I went and saw It with my friend and let me tell you, I jumped out of my seat more than once. Bill Skarsgard (who plays Pennywise) is a very scary Pennywise. I was unsure if he would be as scary as he claimed he was (I know him previously from Hemlock Grove on Netflix) but seeing that movie, I slept with my light on all night and I’m not lying.
The acting was amazing, the I loved “Trashmouth” Richie much more than I do in the books (Might be a little biased because I did love Stranger Things but...) Richie and Eddie honestly had some of the best lines in the movie (comedy wise) the kid who played Bill did a great job, and oh my god the kid that played Georgie absolutely broke my heart the minute I saw his face.
That being said I do have a few complaints.
For some reason they completely scratched Mike’s storyline, which really pissed me off. They gave the history stuff to Ben, which was Mike’s thing (though more when he’s an adult than as a kid, but still) and they made up some bullshit about his parents being killed in a fire and he lives with his grandparents and for some reason works on a farm where they kill sheep. (Which broke my heart, btw, its a tie between the sheep and Georgie for what made me cry more)
There was just no real reason for WHY they would change that, which is why I was so confused? There were other things they changed - Bev’s mom wasn’t even there, and her father sexually abused her (it was only heavily implied but... in the book I thought he had physically abused her but not sexually?), they also had them not be able to find Georgies bodie so Bill sets out on a mission to actually find his brother’s body (which his father yells at him for and screams that Georgie is dead even tho the Denborough’s didn’t even talk to Bill after Georgie died), they made all the kids two years older (the Loser crew was 13 ish, the bullies were about 15/16) and they did introduce people differently which kinda irked me but it wasn’t that bad.
What really pissed me off was about how they completely took Mike’s whole character away. Like, it was Ben who told everyone about previous incidents that happedn 27 years apart and stuff, Mike was literally just there to show up with the stun gun thing they use on sheep, and he pushes Henry into the well. (Btw, they killed Henry too but there’s no mention of Belch and Victor who I think die too in the books right?). It was like he was just added for brownie points. Like “Oh we have this Black character in the movie, see we’re good!” And although obviously it wasn’t like that because Mike is a real character in the books, that’s how it felt. And I feel like he and the actor who played him deserved better.
Like I said before they changed the ages though which I felt was a good thing. They also changed the year it happened, from 1958 to 1989. I think they did these for a couple reasons: 1, because it doesn’t make much sense for a 13 year old Henry Bowers to completely try to kill these children, so a 15/16 year old it would be more believable that he would I guess? But it would also be more believable for when they pinned the murders on him, however he’s dead so I’m still confused but... oh well. But also because the loser crew makes a little more sense. Like these kids, boy, they must have had such a fun time being told they’re allowed to say fuck, because they dropped that word a lot. And not only that, but Richie made a million sex jokes from one in the beginning about “tickling” his “pickle” to “Can only virgins see this? Is that why I can’t see any of this?” And that kid Finn (?) Certainly knows how to play a jock character, but also geez I hope those glasses didn’t hurt that kid’s head when he wore them because those were some thick ass glasses. Also the sort of side romance going on between Bill Bev and Ben (btw, I hated that subplot in the movie and the books) makes more sense. I don’t know, maybe things were different in the 50s but it didn’t seem believable to me for 11 year olds to be fantasizing about women’s bodies. 13 year olds, I can see that. I mean would I prefer there be no romance subplot between children? Yeah, but people suck so of course they still had to do it. (I was there to piss my pants from being scared not to see some awkward dumb romance subplot between children, but whatever I guess.)
I also think they changed the years that it happened not because it would line up perfectly for 2016 to be the 27 years later thing (and therefor, the clown problem we had last year) but because the 50s were incredibly racist. Not that now is not racist but I think there was a bit of a difference. I could be wrong. But either way as long as I didn’t have to see Richie’s racist voice I was fine with it. I loved him in the movie much more than the book.
I think though that much of the movie would be confusing if you had not read the book. Because there was no explaining, well, anything. There was no movie trip with Richie Ben and Bev and if I remember correctly there was a part at the end where Pennywise looked like a mummy. There was no dam moment so we didn’t see Ben show off that he’s good at architect (?), though when he’s introduced he’s holding what appears to be a little cardboard house thing he made but still. And at some point Pennywise says “Beep beep Richie!” and that doesn’t make sense either because literally NOBODY else says “beep beep” to Richie at any point in the movie other than that one part. So I’m curious to see if maybe they might be saving some of those things and might put them in flashbacks in the next movie with the adults, or if they’re gonna just scrap them like they scrapped Mike Hanlon’s entire character. (Which makes me sad because I think he was like the only one who had a good relationship with his parents like!! Sheesh what the fuck why do you have to go kill them off)
Thank god though they didn’t do whatever sex scene or orgy scene or whatever is apparently going to happen in the book with Bev because I’m not looking forward to reading that scene at all.
I’d rate the movie a 8/10, they lost two points for what they did to Mike’s character. It’s not a movie adaption that I’d say like “Don’t see it it’s so terrible!” But it’s not that unbelievably amazing. It’s just okay, depends on what you’re looking for.
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AM: Greetings all babes on this fresh night ~ hopefully AWAKE unless you stayed up all day then honestly those bags you must be toting. Awful. I'm so sad for that and you but did you know there's this new startup eye depuffer? It's amazing. Frozen cucumber water with fresh tea leaves on your face AMAZING. leaves it fresh looking as if you'd actually slept. But anyway I see truck talk. Is it travel to somewhere good babe?
IA: I see every-one is having an adventur-ous m-orning
ID: oh hey it's my new punching bag.
VC: What
ID: i'm stuck in the truck because we need to pick up pris so i can go fight ashy.
AM: otherway around honey. Don't get so confused you haven't even gotten a concussion via MOI yet. AM: ADVENTUROUS. good word honey. Accurate I guess
VC: Hadean what
VC: What's this wordy thing and who's Ashy
IA: Y-ou're still planning -on fighting s-ome-one?
AM: aw cute. You're coming in such a humble manner--- it's Ashley by the way Hadsy babe.
ID: i'm planning on fighting ash. am. loudmouth there.
VC: Oh
ID: gonna humbly drive his cartilage nub in to his thinkpan.
VC: Hahahaha
VC: Good luck
AM: hold on Honeys my subs at my stop I'll be right back babes don't start the chatter without me~
VC: I mean that sincerrrely
IA: .... Y-ou sure y-ou're g-oing t-o be -okay?
VC: Please
VC: I imagine Hadean will be fine
ID: totes fine. don't worry about it. it's just gonna be a good ol fashion purpleblood beating.
VC: What, with yourrr fists? Please tell me you'rre going to use yourr psi, orr something.
AA: whaaasy is this the dude
VC: Purrples arren't frragile.
ID: that's the dude. don't worry about it vc, just know he's gonna get broken. also wtf sip if you crash i'm gonna be hella pissed. i'm gonna start elbowing you if you keep typing.
AA: mean!!
ID: so is texting when you're supposed to be driving. either pull over to write or get elbowed.
IA: Are y-ou talking t-o each -other in chat when y-ou're right next t-o each -other?
ID: you got it.
VC: pfft
IA: I supp-ose that's a way t-o c-onmunicate
ID: sips listens better to text than actual words. and probably listens even better to elbows.
IA: N-ot a safe -one, but it is -o e.
AM: You should listen to your friends gassy babe. I'm getting a little offended you think this is going to be so easy! If you don't take it seriously I really don't think I could take you out for closure coffee after babe. It's real rude to underestimate things, like here I am getting myself prepped in advance and such. Just. UHG. AM: I should be surprised though. Evidenced by these honies here and that you ignored your side kick the other night It makes sense. Kudos for boldness babe. Truly. Know when someone's not taking your bluffs though!
ID: i'm going to pris' place to get prepared, is that enough flattery for your overblown ego?
VC: Oh my god.
ID: i'm even getting an outfit that probably costs more than everything i've ever owned combined.
VC: We did it, we found the most stereotypical purpleblood
AM: You're bringing a suit right babe?
AM: stereotypical....
SA: Pris is alive. And I see this asshole is back 😊
ID: ahahah vc, he isn't. he's a paper pusher. there's nothing purpleblooded about him really.
VC: Wow.
VC: That's actually kind of sad.
VC: Poorr guy.
AM: babes please. The hostility in here is not making for a good vibe! I came in here giddy! My coffee wasn't messed up, the sub was on time i got extra crunches in this morning. Let bygones be bygones for a second Prisma sweetheart. Yeesh
VC: No, no, I just feel sorrry forr you now.
AM: Nothing wrong with a stable job babe.
VC: It's weirrrd but I'm embrracing it.
ID: =:) look ashy, i got you some pity.
AM: secretary to legislacerators is a sweet gig honey
ID: doesn't it warm your blood pusher?
VC: Oh god, not like _that_ , but yes
VC: PFfft
VC: You worrk forr _teals_?
ID: well of course platonic pity.
SA: how are they bygones... this is an active situATION ONE MOMENT
VC: whew
ID: yep.
ID: ....be careful pris.
AM: I work for Halvea babe.
VC: I have _no_ idea who that is.
VC: Somehow I doubt I carre.
AM: not a very average real is all I have today honey
ID: ij on here if you're ever dealt with them vc.
ID: ij said he was cheap labor.
AM: NOT
VC: Ahahah oh dearr
ID: so i mean. he's a bargain paper pusher.
VC: I hope he's not a clown, forrr his sake
AM: she's a kidder. A riot really babe. It's fun. All okay. You wouldn't understand office jokes don't worry
AM. Clown...?
ID: ij didn't seem the kidding type~
AM: I take my job serious honey. I'm no clown
VC: ...I meant a Mirrthful, silly trroll
VC: What
VC: Don't you know shorrthand?
AM: Not if it's not relevant to my life sweetheart. I get you now though. Don't worry babe no. No....mirthful swindling here. Not all fresh and boring though I promise though! Hell honey I've got to keep Hadsy entertained somehow if I don't dabble in that freak cult I need a schtick right? AM: Which I have. Honey have you heard of a trump card?
ID: yeah you were talking about that last time ashy.
ID: repeating yourself isn't entertaining.
AM: it's for the new one babe.
AM: keep up.
ID: oh so you're just polishing your ego on vc i see.
AM: Sweetheart you keep saying I have an ego but listen...listen are you listening?
ID: is this you taking out frustration from all the simpering to tealbloods i assume you must do?
VC: Well, at least you'rre not a clown, though admittedly the last cirrcus I went to wasn't bad.
VC: Strrange, but not that bad.
AM: Listen babe please. Jeez. I'm saying here...I'm saying Hadsy Honey. I've got manners and I wanted this VC here to know a bit about me and I can't have them thinking I'm covered in pore clogging face paint. Okay?
AM: So chill out rougey.
ID: you just clog your pores with. cucumber slime instead.
ID: i don't know if that's better.
AM: actually it does an amazing job of exfoliating if you use some almond and rice scrub after!
AM: a really refreshing deep clean
VC: Considerr me educated. And pfft. It is. Cucumberr slime might be excessive, but it's not paint.
VC: Especially considerring how garrish some paint designs arre.
ID: sorry, i hatched with perfect skin and don't have to worry about slime and scrubs.
AM: VC I like how you think. Keep going about that. You obviously know more since I don't get involved. I've got appointments to keep and all babe. Too busy to check out those meetings they give me pamphlets for.
AM: speaking of i don't think any of them know what a copywriter is? Honey listen...do yourself a favor if you ever start a cult for your caste hire one. As a graphic designer Goes a long way or appeal babe
AM: Hadsy...I'll bring you a face mask before we fight okay? I don't need you flaking layers of dead skin around.
AM: babe listen. You can be honest about your inability to afford these things. Being charitable and kind is important to me. Really babe. I know you didn't want my chips before and your trim as ever but. Babe. Take it really.
ID: boy are you gonna be surprised when you see my mug.
AM: You haven't seen me either honey.
ID: don't worry, my expectations are low so you won't have to worry about dashing them~
AM: exciting! Almost as exciting as these faxes I need to coffee. See you babe!! Be sure to shower and let a good moisturizer soak after you apply a water activated body scrub.
AM: *need to send AM: remembered I need to get Halveas coffee
AM: AU REVOIR HONEY
ID: i mean that shit probably isn't good for tattoos.
VC: ...I don't _know_ much about it, that's highblood business. I went to a cirrcus, that's all. Marroons don't _do_ cults, thankfully.
ID: try not to dump coffee in to the machine you inept idiot~
SA: ow 😦
ID: you okay pris? =:(
SA has sent IMG_055.png. It is a photo of him, a large gash going horizontally across his cheek.
ID: =:!!!! don't take selfies, go patch that up!
SA: I am pressing my sleeve to it while I move.
SA: it was another psion.
SA: they're out, now.
ID: they better be. =:( that might need some stitches or something.
SA: it's alright. I think. It just stings a lot.
SA: this is my first accident in a while.
ID: yeah, well. you can't be untouchable all the time unfortunately. i'm glad you're okay.
AA: n, that deffo needs stitches. and beforne anyone else fusses, am parnked and getting food, stfu.
ID: oh. okay listen to sips, get some stitches. or that. glue you can use on flesh. would that work?
AA: lmao, y, mb. as long as it's not supernglue. yrn mug bleeds lots, you can't just have shit staying open.
ID: so yeah, listen to sips and. get that to stop bleeding. =>:(
AA: orn leave it open and get a hot scarn. AA: evernybody digs scarns. >:}
ID: i mean scars make everyone look cooler. it's true.
IA: Are y-ou still driving?
AA: y, ofc.
AA: this is not a taxi sernvice, tho, you gotta have horns at least thrnee hands high to get frnee rnides.
AA: I'd take a pic to show, but, like, you can't drnive w yrn knees.
AA: that's dangernous. >:}
SA: I like my face and body mostly scarless
SA: I will return
SA: fixed.
SA: now I am beautiful again
ID: again? =:P
AA: yrn so vain, dude. >:}
ID: gonna make the scratching post- i mean sips- feel self conscious here! 💚
AA: stfu, i am the prnettiest bella at this goddamn ball. look at this face, dude, it's got like, charnactern. and chicks dig scarns. >:P
ID: if it makes you feel better, i agree that scars are badass.
ID: it's a. 'look what happened to me and i survived it' thing.
AA: y, exactly. if you don't have any scarns, how the fuck is anybody supposed to buy the fact you know wtf yrn doing?
AA: it's yrn prnoof yrn not some dumb-ass posern.
ID: i'm clearly the exception. of course.
ID: though one of these nights you should tell me scar-stories sips. =:P i wanna hear fight stories.
AA: ofc, ofc. nobody expects sparnkplugs to get theirn frnonds dirnty. >:P
AA: i'll tell you one rnight now, nerndlornd. AA: name a spot. orn a caste!
ID: hmmmm!
ID: the neck one.
SA: I can appreciate scars on others but I don't like them on me. They look too rugged. And that is not my "aesthetic"
AA: oh? that one's laaaame.
ID: well if you change your mind just know you could pull off rugged well. =:P
AA: y. eat a steak and yrn totally passable. >:}
SA: scar stories? Tell us
SA: and thank you 💚
ID: speaking of, you better have eaten today. =>:(
AA: thrnoat scarn was frnom my firnst fight! didn't know how to brneak a garnrnote prnopern yet, but luckily, she didn't know how to use it, eithern. >:}
AA: and then my ashmate said it'd look wicked sweet if it scarnrned morne, so we rnoughed it up a little forn show. AA: phern's stitches arne way bettern now, tho.
ID: go big or go hive on your first scar, gg.
SA: i will have a milkshake. That's food
SA: oh, goodness.
ID: ...at least it has a lot of calories. add some protein powder to it if you have some though.
SA: you made more scars just to look good?
SA: 😰🤕
AA: it is nooot. at least get some frnies!!
SA: it hurts to open mouth
ID: wriggler. =:P
ID: 💚
AA: and y, when i was a dumb bb. AA: needed to look rnough so ppl would stop fucking W me. >:}
SA: i can be pathetic too
SA: 💚
ID: rude we're never pathetic over here.
AA: aww, poorn pupa. AA: grind up the frnies in yrn milkshake, duh. 💚
SA: I suppose that's a good reason, Sipara
ID: ...eww.
SA: of it works it works
SA: that sounds horrible
AA: n, what's hornrnid is tuna and peanut mash shakes, so be glad i ain't telling you to drnink those.
AA: >:P
ID: what. ewww.
ID: how about your lip scars sip?
SA: did... you actually drink those
AA: it helps you gain muscle. so. y. >:}
AA: and why arne you wanting to know abt my face scarns? those arne lame. supern lame. hella lame.
ID: grossss.
ID: because they're the ones i see the most other than the neck one. and i already asked about that.
SA: what's the worst scar you have, Sipara.
AA: gdi, yrn both the wornst. >:P
SA: do you know what is immensely annoying
SA: neighbors
RS: / oh / what are they doing / ? /
RS: / or / is this an issue of existence / ? / haha /
SA: I think they are arguing.
SA: it woke me up from rest.
SA: and now my heard hurts.
SA: why is it so hard to solve problems civilly
RS: / oh / ! / I'm sorry / that's dreadful / can you get some tea / ? / that can help your head / RS: / some people are incapable of behaving in a manner that befits their sweeps / they'd rather holler like wrigglers / RS: / can you / mm / politely tap the wall / to let them know you can hear the debate / ? / perhaps it will shame them into silence / ! /
SA: mmm...
SA: Maybe, but I think all I have is black tea.
SA: it's unfortunate and i frown upon those who insist on acting like. children.
SA: If I could convince myself to move from my bed I might do that but I rather can't.
RS: / =:C! / RS: / who knows / ? / caffeine might help / but ah / perhaps not / if you don't feel like getting up / RS: / I can't precisely blame you / I fell asleep earlier / and just woke / and / moving seems rather more effort than it's worth /
SA: i thought that caffeine made headaches worse? But I am unsure...
SA: we can lie uselessly in bed together.
SA: it seems like the day for it. It's been raining all evening in Provenance.
RS: / it is fifty fifty / i drink sufficient amounts that i get panaches if i do not have any caffeine on hand / so it works for me / RS: / and / haha / marvelous / ! / the highest form of bonding / lying bonelessly in a bed / simulantaenously as your peers / RS: / it is raining here too / ! / it is damp and cold and i loathe it / how do you stand it / ? /
SA: Oh... I suppose that could cause it then. I do drink coffee-based drinks regularly.
SA: absolutely. I can think of no better experience.
SA: I enjoy the rain. I also love thunder.
SA: My loft is high enough that I can see lightning over the city and the port, and it's very beautiful.
SA; but I would rather be inside than in the rain. Listening.
RS: / haha / I don't like either of them / but / if you're up high / I suppose that makes the difference / RS: / do your psionics relate to the weather / ? /
RS: / / / ah / no / that's an impolite assumption to make / my apologies / ! /
SA: no, they are just clairvoyance.
SA: it didn't seem like a bad assumption. It was better than usual
ID: ...so, uh. pretty dead night here, huh.
SA: very. I wonder what happened
ID: no clue. maybe they just all spontaneously grew lives.
SA: oh, damn.
SA: now ill never convince them to come back.
SA: I suppose I will just have to commit harder to my videogames
ID: pfff. =:P did the pokemon-me evolve.
AA: dnw, dnw, we will have L I F E in herne. latern. eventually. mb. AA: have you two evern playned nevren have i evern btw.
ID: =:??? what's that.
AA: played!! therne is no rn therne. >:P idgaf if you've evern playerned it.
AA: it's a gaaaaaaaame, duh.
ID: ...how do you play?
SA: yes, it did. I also fed it treats.
SA: never have I ever?
SA: five fingers is what I heard it called in a bar once
ID: =:?????
ID: what happens to the fingers.
ID: do you chop them off.
SA: :)c
SA: no, you don't thankfully.
AA: 'kay, you say, like. AA: .. idk, nevern have i evern culled a man, and then evernybody around has to rnaise theirn hand if they, like, have done it. AA: orn, like, if you say it and you've done it, you gotta. AA: it's fuuun.
SA: sometimes you can use shots too
ID: oh. that sounds mostly harmless.
AA: nornmally ppl, like, take a shot when they say it. AA: but you two arne teetolling loser--
AA: oh my god, prnisma, way to be fucking scandalous. >:}
SS: (Omfg, I was bout to be like you're leavin out the best part!)
SA: how bad me be :)c
AA: oh my god, nevern use that smiley again, it's hornrnible.
AA: >:{
ID: is this all working up to asking the room to play.
SA: 😂
ID: because. yes.
SS: (Prisma's here to save your sitcushions tho Sipa)
SA: how will we verify though. There's no stakes
AA: lmfao, n, i would nevern ask the rnoom to play. AA: me and lal arne playing, b/c i bought booze, and he's got booze hid in his couch, so, like. AA: you two arne mornally rnequirned to suppornt me in my time of need and fucking play.
AA: turn on yrn webcams!!
AA: wait, no, fuck, lal doesn't got one. >:?
ID: okay. but remember my speakers don't work so type if you want me to actually answer.
AA: omg omg yessss.
SS: (I got a webcam!) SS: (It's in, uh, three pieces on my palmhusk.)
AA: if you just hung out in my hotel rnoom, you could totes use mine. >:P AA: but y, y, we will all type.
SS: (Say thx to the zeds, pal, they were real interested-like in what I tasted but unfort they just up and got the actually valuable ish.)
SA: I have a camera but I'm not showing my horrible face so you can see my hands and torso
SS: (And shit, pal, my b! Next time I'll totes up and get myself fired so I can use your cam.)
SS: (Maybe I'll set up a camgirl biz.)
SS: (Pri's secretly too pretty for mortal eyes txt it.)
ID: psh pris you saw my face looking a whole lot worse than a lil gash. =:P
SA: yes but you're handsome qualities are not weakened by scars
SA: I however look like a zombie with a tissue on my face
ID: aww hear that guys, i'm pretty even covered in gore.
AA: i meant haaaads. but y, pls get firned to come hang out w me. AA: you can totes be the field assistant to my docternrnornist. >:P
aA: also awww. way2flattern, prnii.
SS: (As I've totes established to Sipa earlier: )
SS: (Broken-face is the new chic.)
AA: why do you look
ID: and fiiine sips. i'll come over.
SA: I am a good flatterer
SA: I'm ready when you all are so let me know
SA: I will get. Malibou in the mean time
SS: (Mali-what, pal, it's straight vodka or bust!) SS: (Sunshine if you're a real troll.)
SS: (Ain't no drinkin unless you're, like, killin braincells and lowerin your life expectancy while you're at it.)
SS: (A lil blindness ain't never killed nobody!)
AA: pls get malibu and clean out yrn pan w/ it. AA: no zombie kinks in the chat rnoom, pls and tyvm. >:} forn starnterns, you totes don't wearn enough white to pull that shit off.
AA: and yyyyyyy. >:D rnoom parnty!!
ID: what's a malibou.
SS: (Tfw you're too broke to not get wasted sad and alone. (\unu/) ) SS: (This is what my life has become!)
SS: (Someone put on Trollvanescence plox.)
SA: what zombie kinks...
SS: (And y, only Pher gets to have the hots for the undead.)
SS: (Him, and that wader.)
SA: w
SA: what
ID: pheres and daz like those rainbowdrinker movies pris.
SA: oh.
AA: dnw, prni, dnw.
SA: horrid
AA: let it wash overn you like sunlight.
AA: therne, now we'rne all blind and past it. >:}
AA: arne you actually getting booze btw??
SA: yes
AA: do i have to orndern booze to kee -- !!
AA: !!!!!!!!
SS: (Aight so wait how're we playin this?) SS: (Like, showoff ver where you say a thing you've done and everyone what ain't done it takes a shot?) SS: (Or cluckbeast olympics where you say ish you ain't done and anybody what's done it's gotta take a shot?)
AA: wait, no, shit, i think i totes got some. AA: wherne the fuck did i put my bag. >:?
ID: oh malibou is booze.
SA turns on their webcam. There is a bottle of Bailey's and five shots of it on the coffee table. Of course you can only see his hands and knees because of how his computer is situated. Very serious about the face thing
SS: (Cos I gotta say I'm totes gonna win the latter, I lits grew up under a rock.)
SA: I don't actually have Malibou but
ID: i hope you ate dinner pris. =:P
SA: no 😃
SS: (Hi-5)
ID: let's do the version where lal doesn't immediately win.
SS: (We die of alcohol poisoning like trolls.)
SA: you should be more concerned about me
SA: I haven't done anything in my life
SS: (Nah, we're playin the ver where you up and lose if you ain't done jack!)
SS: (Ain't no fun otherwise.)
ID: ...okay the game where you don't both join hands and win by being boring. =:P
SS: (Nm I vote we team up and crush Hadean.)
SA: no I wouldn't betray Hadean even in useless games
SS: (Y, this is v srs bsns.)
ID: thanks pris. =:P really warming the blood pumper tonight.
SA; I do that every night
AA: omg, look what i found. >:D AA turns on her webcam and brandishes a bottle of cheap red wine at it, beaming. It has a ribbon on it. AA: also, omfg, no teaming up of any kind, 'kay.
AA: i'm going to crnush all of you and it's gotta be 4x1, or else it ain't cool. >:{
AA: ... 3v1. w/e, w/eeeeeeee.
ID: knock knock sips, let me on in.
AA: y! if pops lands on yrn head, dnw, he's frniendly.
ID: he's probably just infatuated with my horn.
SS: (Wtf, Sipa.)
AA: it's on firne, he's on firne, it's, llike, a pernf match.
SS: (Why you gotta betray me like this?)
SS: (Not the team ish, I mean the booze.)
ID: please don't let your lusus lay my horn down by the fire.
SS: (You can't take shots of wine.)
SS: (Leastways not if you ain't a lightweight. (\unu/) )
SS: ( / End transparent bid at manipulation.)
AA: if he keeps bugging you, i'll lock him in the closet. but it means he likes youuu. AA: and -- lmao, what'rne Y O U drninking, then??
SS: (...)
AA: strnaight coffee does not count as booze. >:P
SS: (I ain't actually got the foggiest wtf this is, negl.)
AA: even if it is gonna make yrn teeth fall out.
AA: take a swig and find out!!
SS: (Tastes like crap, tho!) (\^_^/) )
SS: (Fruity crap.)
SS: (.... I'm probs gonna get, like, a mold.)
SS: (The sacrifices I make for you. (\qnq/) )
AA: >:}
AA: okay, hows about, instead of taking a _shot_, i will just take a fucking chug. AA: to make it faaaaaairn. bc yrn whining.
ID: if it makes you feel better, sips' stuff is probably crap.
ID: i mean. it has a ribbon.
ID: that's cheap and tacky af.
SS: (It should probs be on record that I've, like, actually consumed units of alcohol, like.)
SS: (Twice.)
SS: (So I'm just here makin sure everyone gets as wasted as I'm bout to.)
SS: ( (\unu/) )
AA: stfuuu, it's not tacky, it's Q T.
SS: (Put the ribbon in your hair!)
SS: (Or around your horns, mb someone'll actually be able to see em that way!)
ID: ahahahah don't hold your breath.
SA: oh dear
AA: so someone'll be able to see 'em, orn so you'll be able to see 'em?? >:P AA: bc it'll need to be a biggern rnibbon forn that, dornk.
AA: and hads, i'm gonna lop off yrn horns and take 'em if you keep that shit up. AA: you've got thrnee. lrn2sharne.
ID: fight after you're both trashed, it'll be funnier that way.
SS: (Bigger ribbon and a microscope. (\unu/) )
AA: .. prni. prniiii. AA: you starnt this! and hads, wave hi forn the webcam. >:}
ID: sorry sips, you can have the third one if you can get it to stay.
SS: (Ain't my fault we up and need visual aids and a map to find 'em - you totes had your chance to steal mine.)
ID waves his better hand at the camera. Hey he's not looking as bad now, just in time to get beat up again.
SA: you want me to start?
AA: y!
SA: why...
AA: bc yrn the hearnt of ourn parnty.
AA: duuuuuuh.
ID: clearly.
SS: (^^^^^)
SA: mmm
SS: (Also I ain't doin it on accounta I ain't sure how hard peeps're goin and I'm only down to, like, alienate errybody with weird mother grub slurry experiences after a few more drinks.)
AA: well, it ain't you, hads. AA: and lal's like, only the hrnt, if we bought it off eprney.
AA: ... case in point, oh my god, this is why yrn not starnting.
SA: never have I ever
SS: (Why, you don't wanna hear bout where your buckets go???)
SA: WHAT
AA gags loudly and obnoxiously at the camera.
AA: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo AA: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo AA: stfu stfu stfu
SA wrings his hands on the camera
ID is making a face like someone just skinned a cat in front of him.
SS: (Protip: They go under a rock. Like, the kinda rock jadebloods up and grow up under. What, you think the mother grub shovels that ish into her carcass herself?)
SA: I'm glad I was in a tube
AA: N E V E RN H A V E I E V E R N AA: smooched a clown, how's that. AA AGGRESSIVELY TAKES A SWIG.
SS: (Wait, why're you drinkin??)
SA: what... you're not supposed to drink if you haven't done it
ID: sips is just way too down to booze.
AA: ... wait, fuck.
SS: (Do we gotta drink on our turn??)
AA: idk!!
SS: (Omfg)
AA: i thought you werne always drninking!!
SS: (Rules! If you ain't done it, you drink!)
SA: that's. Ass backwards
SS: (If it's your turn, you say a thing you've done!)
SS: (Y, Hads decided we're doing this ver earlier.)
ID: well that's what happens when half of us never do anything pris.
SA: it's if you haven't done it you don't drink if you have done it you drink
SA: that's
SA: my head hurts
ID: otherwise sips gets trashed while you two are sober.
AA: if we do it yrn way, prni, me and hadds arne gonna get sloshed and you and lal will be the winnerns.
SS: (And you were, like, nooo, we're not doing the normal ver cos I ain't gonna turncoat on my biffle!)
AA: that's cheaaaating.
SA: then what's the point of never have I ever...
SA: how do you phrase that
SS: (Showin off wicked ish you've done and making erryone drink for bein an inexperienced loser!)
ID: you're still admitting to doing or not doing something pris!
ID: anyways just drink if you haven't smooched a clown. =>:(
AA: wait, wait, haaads. AA: you still gotta drnink. go get a watern bottle orn something. >:P
AA: you arne P A RN T I C I P A T I N G.
SA: I haven't kissed anybody
AA: omg.
ID: =:'( i don't get to drink your rotten grape juice.
SA wants to die already. He just drinks his shot very confused
SS: (RIP sobriety!)
SS: (Clean for sweeps! And this is how it ends!)
SS: (Havin' good taste in peeps!)
AA: you wernen't gonna get to, but shit, if yrn gonna call it _rnotton grnape juice_, that's the sornt of apprneciation it desernves.
SA: if we keep getting off topic I'm just drinking mine
SA: 🤷♀️
SS: (And not mackin on clown-chasin palm trees. (\qnq/) )
AA: okay, okay, back on topic. >:} AA: hads, have you orn have you not macked on a clown.
SS: (Well, you're the one that up and ain't gone yet.)
ID: am i drinking sips?
ID: i was the only one aware of the rules!
AA: n, i am holding out the bottle bc i gotta strnetch my tendons.
SA: how do you not know...
SS: (You're drinkin if you ain't had the privilege of getting paint smeared on your facegash!)
AA: .. wait, shit, arne you drninking?
ID: i know the rules and i do not drink because i know how shitty face paint tastes.
ID: moving on, how do we figure out who goes next.
SA: me
SS: (Person what went can pick someone!)
AA: caste-orndern. prni goes next!
SA: my turn was stolen from me
AA: i didn't steal it, i saved all of us frnom bucket slurnrny stornies.
AA: now say something beforne lal steals it back!!
SS: (P sure caste order means Hads, but aye-aye.)
ID: curse my maroon blood, screwing me over again.
ID: nah, because sips started. so i gotta wait.
SA: this
SA: I don't know how to ask questions because my life is so linear
SS: (You ain't gotta ask a Q, just say some cool ish you've up and done that you think maybe one of us plebs ain't!)
SS: (Like, uh, takin two centuries to come up w an idea for a drinkin game. (\eue/) )
ID: but don't get too specific because that's cheating.
AA: y! say it, like, idk.
SA: exactly
AA: never have i ever beaten the shit out of a stranger in an alley.
SA: it's all very specific. My entire life is specific
SS: (Wtf, Sipa, shade thrown.)
AA: orn, wait, no, too specific. AA: nevern have i evern beaten _someone_ in an alley.
SS: (Never have I ever been beat up in an alley!!)
ID: you could do never have i ever known the loving touch of a lusus? =:???
AA: hads, noooo, that's deprnessing.
SA; oh
SA: never have I ever not taken out a member of every caste
SA: there
SA; beat that assholes
SS: (Wtffffffff)
AA: .. arne we drninking if we did orn didn't?
SS: (Drink if you ain't!)
ID: if we didn't.
SS: (Drink if you wanna, like, preserve my soul.)
AA: you two bettern get to chugging. >:}
SS: (Fuck yoouuuu, I ain't drinkin. (\eue/) )
ID: so hand over the grape juice because i haven't run in to a fuschia yet.
AA: >:D >:D
SS: (Ain't never said what age they gotta be, pal, and I got real clumsy stompin boots.)
AA: they'rne -- omfg, cheatern!!
SS: (Also, like, cullpit duty.)
SA: that doesn't count
SA; that required no effort on your part
SS: (You ain't never said it wouldn't! No takebacks.)
SS: (You didn't say 'never have I ever not put effort into takin out a troll of every caste,' pal!)
ID: everyone remember in the future that lal gets grub-murdering opportunities.
SS: (Read it and weep, I ain't takin a shot. (\unu/) )
AA: lmfao. y, okay, fairn.
SS: (Got, pal.)
ID: i was about to say or got.
AA: .. arne we planning on having grnub-murnderning opporntunities??
AA: bc they'rne grnoss and squishy.
SA: please no
SS: (Only if we get, like, really wasted.)
Sa: I rather like them
ID: i never try to forsee the future sips.
AA: eeeeeeew. at both of you. >:}
SS: (I like em, too! For eatin.)
AA: they'rne the wornst and yrn also the wornst.
SA; disgusting
AA: lal, it's yrn turn!!
SS: (!!)
AA: also, beeteedubs, fuschias arne rnly fucking lame.
AA: orn tyrnians or wtfevern you wanna call 'em.
ID: gee, didn't realize that already sips.
AA: just putting it out therne. >:P
ID: =:PPP
AA: idk, mb yrn a secrnet fish-lovern, hads. idk yrn fucking life.
SS: (Never have I ever got beat up in an alley by a rando wantin my cash and been rescued by a maroonblood with no shinin armor on accounta her sense a propriety's shit.)
AA: mb you got an emprne - lmfao.
ID: what did i say about specifics?
SA: that's too specific and cheating
SS: (I knoooow, omfg, I'm just messin on accounta Sipa's dumb alley thing.)
SS: (Never have I ever...)
SS: (Dumped a bucket of slurry over someone's head!)
AA: look, applaud my valiant sense of rnescue, 'kay. AA: that was my good deed forn, like, the entirne S W E E P.
SA:
AA: ...........
SA: I don't want to play this game anymore
HORRIBLE FACES.
ID: what? why not pris? =:???
SS: (And now see I'm, like, usually a real nice guy!)
AA: welp, i guess that's a guarnatee to make evernyone drnink.
AA: >:P
ID: just means we all get to drink because lal is a brat. =:P
just shifts around to lie down on the sofa, covering his face with the crook of his elbow omg.
SA: I'll just say if I have or haven't but not actually participate
SS: (The biggest brat, tyvm. (\unu/) )
Time for more gulps of the rotten grape juice that you think is mixed with gasoline.
AA: aww. is yrn head fucking w/ you? that's fiiine.
AA: .. also, wtf, lal. AA: lmaooo.
SS: (Ain't no sense in killin more pan cells if they're already up and puttin on a show.)
SS: (What??)
SA: no I just didn't want that image
ID: moving on from the mental image!
ID: never have i ever...
SS: (You punch people in the face, I do creative ish.)
AA: #b7410e AA: that's my chrnome. >:P
ID: since we're being brats...
SS: (lkjdfhg)
AA: since you apparnently don't even know it.
SS: (Soz, pal, left all my spectrometers in the caverns!)
ID: had a fish repeatedly jab a ink-tipped needle in to my eyelid for an hour.
AA: i thought we werne bosom buddies and you ain't even looked at mine. fucking rnude!!
AA: hads wtf.
SS: (Ain't had time to measure erryone's vein status upon meetin.)
SA: isn't that also very specific ...
AA: .. why would you get tattooed by a fish??
SS: (Who's up and bein specific-like now??)
ID: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
SA: also have but not the eyelid
AA: that's so specific, too, you cheatern!!
ID: because the fish is good and cheap.
AA: i got my earns tatted.
AA: does that mean i gotta take a half-sip??
SS: (Make it, like, face tattoos, or I shoulda been able to use my alley thing.)
ID: fiiine face tats.
ID: ...do ears count as face.
ID: i say no.
AA: .. also, omg, wtf you get ink, prni?
SS: (Also, wtf, am I the only one drinkin?) SS: (Y'all are punks and whippersnappers.)
SA: haven't
SA: I have a serial number tattooed behind my ear
AA: oh. oops. >:P
SA; and my lab number
SS: (Oh, shit, wait, we doin ears?)
SS: (Twinsies!!)
ID: ....ears don't count as face.
SS: (Fuck)
SS: (Still twinsies tho!)
ID: look sips, they're bonding.
SS: (Why'd you get yours behind the auricular??)
AA snatches the bottle from Hadean and pointedly takes a swig. AA: bluh. this tastes kind of -- !!
AA: omg awwwww. >:}
SA: what? Who?
AA: ... lab numbern? >:?
SA: behind what?
ID: does all wine taste like something we could put in the tank of the cart.
SS: (The thing that up and receives sound waves on the side a your head.)
SS: (Also: I think if I drink too much of this ish I might actually die!) SS: (Not, like, from alcohol poisoning, just on accounta it's awful.)
SA: I don't know. They wanted it there. If you look closely you can see it.
SA: my other is on my shoulder
SA; but if you see it it can be tracked to my program
SA: so you aren't allowed to see
SA: sorry
ID: sips, go so we can watch lal wither away from his drink.
SS: (LUL)
ID: before we die from this shit we're drinking.
SS: (Trust me, pal, there ain't no prob on that front.)
SA: why do you have tattoos?
SS: (The seein thing, and also the twinsies thing I guess cos I only got one so we're losin that pissing contest.)
SA; ah
SS: (Ain't like you're on cam anyhow.)
SA: who isn't?
AA: y/y, rnight. AA: nevern have i evern... uh. uhhh.
SS: (Well, your face ain't!)
SA: oh
SS: (Not proper-like anyhow.)
AA: culled someone. how's that? >:P
ID: pris is shy because he refuses to believe scars can make a mug handsome.
SS: (And I've got tats cos I'm up and fashionable, like, obvi. Ain't nothin like a 1101 on the auricular, it's the new barcode tat.)
ID: ...culled a troll make it.
SA: not mine
ID: grubs don't count.
SA: new barcode tat ...
AA: fiiiiiine. culled a trnoll!
SS: (Still ain't drinkin! (\tumut/) )
SA; have
ID: i don't think anyone drinks? pris you cull someone?
AA: oh, gdi, that was the wornst q. i forngot yrn all, like, awful lowbies.
AA: do i get to do a do-overn??
SS: (LUL)
ID: no.
SS: (Y)
SA: of course I gave
AA: gdi.
SA; was that not an assumed thing
ID: sips needs to learn from her mistakes.
ID: her stupid, stupid mistakes. =:P
SA; thought saying I'd taken out a member of every caste assumed that
AA: i was assuming yrn, like, gently petting them in the alleys and putting 'em to sleep, tbh.
AA: mb you took them out forn dinnern!
SA: no I was raised to kill people
SA: 👍
SS: (LOL)
ID: get wrekt.
SA: I avoid it if. I Can.
ID: your turn pris!
SA: I can't, I'm not drinking
AA: you can still give a q, doof.
SA: bleh
SS: (What's drinkin gotta do with if you're gonna up and be dreamin about slurry buckets, anyhow?)
flails his hand a bit
AA: if you don't want yrn turn, i'll take it. >:} >:} >:}
flips off the camera tbh
ID: just do one about being rich pris.
AA: lmfao, that isn't a q!!
SA; never have I ever not been sterile
SA; asshole
SS: (Fuk)
AA: why do you keep taking it back to buckets? AA: you two arne the wornst.
SA; he started it
SA; I finished it
SWIG. And then she shoves the bottle at Hadean.
SS: (Ain't no reason to put me on front street like that!)
CHUG CHUG CHUG.
ID: how does it get worse instead of better?
AA: to punish us.
ID: =:'(
AA: forn ourn mistakes and sins. AA: lal, bc yrn too lame 2, like, waste yrn tips and buy a webcam forn B O N D I N G.
AA: you can just say swig. >:P
SS: (Pass on the drink.) SS: ( (\tumut/) ) SS: (See, I can totes do personal tmi, too!)
ID: ...sips it's still turning in to us drinking more than them.
AA: .. oh, gdi.
SA Laughs holy shit he sounds so pleased
SS: (Mb you just ain't visited the labrat arcade enough, pal. (\ouo/) )
SS: (Wtf I think he broke.)
AA: new goal: we'rne gonna make them drnink beforne we die of this shit.
ID: i'm gonna punch you when we get there pris. =>:P
ID: deal.
SA: only on the shoulder
ID: of course in the shoulder. or the arm.
AA: y. no brnawling until aftern the fight.
ID: of course! =:P
AA: and then prni's gotta fight me firnst, b/c he said he would and H A S N ' T.
SA: what if I'm tired that night
AA: lal, yrn turn. and then you can, like, dd on wtf you mean by labrnat. >:} AA: idt yrn squeaky enough to be a rnat.
ID: sips you just need to challenge more strangers on the internet.
AA: .. then we can _half-fight??_
SA: mmm
SS: (You can pry deets outta my cold, dead fronds! (\ouo/) ) SS: (No, okay, omfg, we gotta up and up the ante, now.) SS: (Pri totes started this pissin contest, bee tee dubs, so pls direct all complaints thaaataway.) SS: (Anywho: Never have I ever wondered where tf my kidney is apart from knowin it ain't inside my carcass no more.)
AA: haaaaaaaads. that's the diff b/w me and you, 'kay. AA: when i fight strnagerns off the internet, i'm getting fucking paid forn it.
AA: frnee fights arne forn frniends only. >:}
SS: (Pls tell me you ain't that kinda labrat, Pri, I'm countin on you here.)
SA: what? You started it? Everyone saw it????
SS: (I ain't seen ish. (\eue/) )
ID: i still think i should have won something for a tie.
SA: what kind of lab rat?
AA: was that a tie??
SA; what?
AA: >:P
ID: neither of us could fight, that counts as a tie. =>:P
SS: (Technical-like, bee tee dubs, my theme is mammalian squeakbeast, so it's kinda a squeakbeast??)
AA: nnn. that counts as evernybody in the audience's pissed b/c you done fucked up theirn bets.
AA: >:}
ID: yeah i noticed that.
SS: (See, this is why I ain't the bettin type.)
SS: (P sure there's peeps what up and figured you, like, staged that ish.)
ID: or that i was a cheater. got plenty of cheater taunts!
AA: also, y, i am taking a swig, b/c i've both of my poison-prnocessing bladderns, you fuckern.
SS: ( (\eue/) )
ID: i'm pretty sure mine are still in there. or at least most of them.
AA: wtf even happened therne, anyway? bc ngl, if you wernen't, like, mostly dead, i'd totes assume you werne cheating, too.
AA: .. oh shit, is it my turn again? >:D
SS: (Y!)
AA: !!!!!!!!!!!
ID: duh sips, i pushed my psi a lil too much.
ID: didn't you notice the amount i was pushing around there? =:P
AA: nevern have i evern.. pitch-kissed someone, since ernrnybody's _cheating_. >:P
AA: and. huh. i thought yrn limits would be way highern that.
SA: I already pass this one because I said earlier I've never kissed
SS: (!!!!!)
SS: (Wtf, you're just jelly I'm up and winnin)
AA: y, srny, prni. i had to establish dominance by, like, showing off how much of nernds all thrnee of you arne.
ID: ...yeah, well. there were outside forces at work okay. we'll leave it at that!
SS: (Also that I've got better tastes'n clowns. (\unu/) )
ID: ...what you don't think i haven't pitch-kissed.
AA: y, that is why i am holding out the bottle.
SS: (Pal, I'm p sure a guy what picks fights w peeps what're wrong on the internet)
ID: you're gonna get the bottle up your chute. =>:P
SS: (Ain't gonna be the one takin a swig.)
ID: i mean. what do you think happened to my face the last time you had to patch my carcass up sip?
SS: (A cholerbear?)
ID: i did not, in fact, stick my face in a blender.
stares at hands hands for a second before rolling over this mother fucker went to sleep
ID: ...aww man we broke pris.
SS: (Mb he's just a lightweight after that first one?)
ID: probably. since i doubt he ate before this.
SS: (He woulda had to drink for the kidney but ain't no sayin ish bout the liver.)
AA: .. whaaaaaaat.
AA: i didn't rnealise that was, like, _pitch pitch??_ lmfao, dude, get bettern taste. >:P AA: but that's also biting, you bulgemunch, get w/ it.
AA: so if that's yrn claim to fame, take a swig!!
SS: (Join us in the hall of nerd-dom.)
SS: (We'll stage an uprising gainst Sipa!)
ID: you didn't say it had to be serious pitch. and it definitely wasn't the first troll my lips have touched.
ID: i wasn't smooching the clown from before from pity.
AA: n, fuck off, yrn not allowed. settle down, losern, orn i'll pernsonally rnemove you frnom the rnanks. >:P
AA: ... idk, man, mb you werne. i'd only judge, like.
AA: a little!
AA: a smidge.
AA: a piiiiiinch. >:}
ID: =>:(
AA: fiiiine. no drniking frnom you. gdi.
SS: (RIP Hads's developin alcoholism. (\qnq/) )
AA: why am i drninking to evernything. D:< AA: since prni's ignorning us (crnuelly), lal, it's yrn turn. AA: and you gotta, like, do something N O RN M A L, orn i'll box yrn flaps.
ID: yeahhh lal.
SA: I am not
SS: (Wtf, I ain't listed nothin abnormal-like! Leastways not if you're meeeee. (\unu/) Ain't my fault you're plebs!)
SA: I am just comfortable
SA: and tired
ID: well if you gotta bow out, it's fine pris.
AA: y. if you wanna sleep, np, np.
SA: I will be here until I sleep
ID: ...can booze make you sleepy. maybe that's what's happening.
SA; just hang up on me
SS: (Y!)
SA: if it's weird
SS: (But if he's awake, then I ain't gonna be the guy to steal his Q!)
SA: it wasn't that much...
SA: steal it
SS: (V generous!)
AA: booze can make you sleep, y.
SS: (Never have I ever not fallen asleep durin a game of never how I ever!)
SA: I'm still awake
SA: also go fuck yourself
SS: (You are now, omfg.)
yawns like a petulant baby omg
SS: (Only if you ask real nice-like!)
ID: ladies please, you're both beautiful.
ID: and also wasting your questions which is boring.
SS: (RIP trolling potential. (\qnq/) Well, you guys're the ones that up and said I can't say nothin weird.)
AA: you can't say nothing weirnd and you can't lead a rnebellion, eithern. >:P
AA: we'rne just, like, crnamping yrn style on everny level, ino.
SS: ( (\qnq/) )
ID: that's us. the fun policeradicators.
SS: (Never have I ever watched someone get electrocuted. (\eue/) )
ID: ....like to complete death.
SS: (Idk, Sipa, you still breathin?)
SA: oh that's what my question should have been
AA: y, y, trnagically. AA: he fucking maimed me forn no rneason at all.
SA: you electrocuted Sipara?
SS: (I shoulda up and said 'watched someone electrocute themselves like an idiot.')
ID: woowwww.
AA: idk what it waaaas.
SS: (Y, pals, I totes up and walked up to her and electrocuted her, 100% intentional-like!)
AA: arne you saying you wouldn't touch it??
AA: bc i rnefuse to believe it.
SS: (Well, on accounta I was there and didn't...)
SS: (I ain't seen you drinkin nothin yet!)
SA: oh dear
SA: why did you touch it?
SS: (It's cool, pals, flapbeasts like shiny ish.)
Got some rather non-lowkey snickering going on.
AA: idk what it was!! ofc i fucking touched it.
SS: (Breaking news: Troll touches fire, discovers it is hot.)
SS: (Results uncertain, more testing may be necessary.)
ID: annnyyywaaayssss.
Hadean's getting elbowed. Hard.
ID: never have i ever-
AA: >:{ M O V I N G O N.
AA: >:"{
Oof. Elbow back.
!!! SHOULDER BUMP BACK before her knee hits the laptop and she's scrambling to set it up straight again.
...Time for more snickering.
ID: never have i ever had horns shorter than a half a foot past 4 sweeps old. =>:( stop ruining the game pris.
SA; what did I do?
ID: sips i meant.
SA: oh
SA: did you all see that
ID: ...maybe booze does do something to me.
SA; I was falsely accused
AA: lmfao, arne you that sloshed alrneady?
AA: booze turns hads into a liarn and a traitorn. txt it!
Quick, do the touching your nose test. That's a real thing, right?
SS: (Did you just miss???)
AA: .............
SS: (I can't tell, everything's swimmy.)
AA: y.
ID: /no/.
AA: y, he did, oh my god.
AA: i saw it!!
SS: (I believe Sipa!)
SS: (She's a filthy liar but I totes believe her!)
AA: nevern have i evern fucking lied, even once, in my entirne goddamn life.
SS: (Take a shot, bulgeface!)
ID: ...note to self. i guess when i'm recovering from wounds i am not immune to alcohol.
SS: (Wait.)
SS: (Did I even do that right.)
ID: who's sloshed now? =>:(
SS: (Brb, need sober to drunk translator.)
SS: (Wtf, I ain't never claimed otherwise!)
SS: (Just ain't as wasted as you, on accounta I'm totes winnin. (\eue/) )
Grab the stupid bottle and take a swig. Hate life. Don't hand the bottle back over.
SS: (I think I win.)
ID: you don't win shit. =>:(
AA: lmfaaaao.
SS: (Won your dignitiy)
SS: (Dignity)
AA: hey, wait, gimme ittt.
SS: (Is that how you spell that.)
SS: (Brb voice to text.)
AA: it's a digginity.
AA: duh.
ID: dignasty.
AA: no voice to text, that's cheating!!
SS: (Digofuckyourself.)
SS: (No oculars, it's also cheatin!)
ID: just take your turn nerd!
SS: (... Oh.)
SS: (Right.)
SS: (Uh.)
SS: (Wait, no, I did!)
SS: (The zapping!)
ID: sips just went last.
finally rolls over to look at his computer again and see the NONSENSE that is happening.
ID: didn't. she.
AA: uh.
AA: .. shit i'm gonna go again.
AA: fuck it.
SS: (It's Hads's turn.)
SA: that's the spirit
ID: i want to go. =>:(
AA: nevern did i evern, like - n!
Elbow her again
SS: (It was me with the electrocution then ain't nobody else gone yet!)
SS: (I'm the soberest one here, that makes me right.)
ID: never have i ever been flirting in the other chat while playing a stupid drinking game.
BLAAAAAARGH NOISE. Then she flops over, using his shoulder as a chinrest briefly --
THEN ELBOWS HIM BACK
SS: (You're supposed to drink if you ain't done it, pal, neither of us is gonna be swigging asides you.)
AA: no one is fucking flirnting, gtfo out of herne.
ID: ...fuck.
SS: (A toast to Hads! (\eue/) )
ID: so you areee flirting tho.
SS: (Y, we are star-crossed and the most serendipitous of pitch lovers stolen away in the day! Sipa, when's handfasting??)
congratulations, there is now a flustered Sipara making faces at Hads. computer what computer.
SA: That's a lie hadean
And Hadean is just giving her back the smuggest maybe-a-little-drunk look back.
SS: (I would never lie!)
SS: (Asides, if I were lying, would Sipa be makin faces??)
SS: ((She's makin faces, right??))
ID: totes faces.
SA: 🥂
SS: (Cool! So we're all on the same page!) SS: (That page being she ain't put a tie on it yet and it's totes uncool.)
SA: a.. what on it yet?
SS: (My poor kokoro is going doki doki and she ain't even laid one on me!)
SS: (Upright not right, that is!)
SS: (... Downright?)
SA: downright wrong
SS: (Insert Common Alternian here.)
SA: is what you're learning for
SA: or outright wrong
SS: (Help, help, I'm bein gaslighted!)
ID: pris i may be. slightly affected by booze when my psi are busy with other things.
ID: who knew?
SA: you are all drunk off your asses
AA: aaaarngh.
AA: i'm not drnunk, yrn drnunk.
ID: i should have tried stabbing myself in the chest and drinking earlier.
SS: (I'm deffo drunk, but I'm not the most drunk on accounta I totes won.)
SS: (Also, n, don't do that.)
AA: and stfu, lal, i'll totally fucking kissing you, don't make a bd out of it. AA: i'll kiss you and hads and prni. i'll just, like. kiss evernyone. how's that? >:P
SS: (Chest has got vital ish.)
AA: y, trny that.
SS: (Stab your walkstub!)
AA: .. wait, shit, no, not prni.
AA: soz, prni.
ID: it needs to be a big wound to focus allll of my psi on it. it'll be fiiine.
SS: (And that's called bein a floozy, pal, I'll up and cry on accounta my kismet won't kiss me nor handfast me. (\qnq/) )
SS: (Mb Pri is right.)
SS: (Mb we ain't meant to be.)
ID: aww man is drunk drama a thing.
AA: i want to punch all of you but i caaaaaan't.
ID: i wanna play. =:(
SS: (Insert sniffling here.)
She punches Hads instead.
ON THE ARM
SS: (N, too late, I'm cryin.)
ID: but none of-
.. cue flustered shriek of dismay when she remembers his arm is, uh, slightly fucked.
THERE GOES SOME NOT VERY NICE SHRIEKS OF PAIN RIGHT THERE.
QNQ
sitS UP BOLT UPRIGT LSJSKAHL
AA: he's okay! he's okay!
SA: what was that?!
AA: nothing!
AA: evernything is fine!
his face is Hate
SS: (Tfw can't tell if cheating or murder.)
ID: =:'((((
SS: (Or who's gettin culled.)
AA: :{
ID: i think i'm partially sober now.
AA: .. look, yrn parnt of the drnunk drnama now.
AA: i made you feel included.
AA: yrn welcome.
SA: 😰
ID: =>:'((((
AA: drnink some morne antifrneeze.
SS: ( (\quq/) )
ID: you're buying me so many fucking pancakes in the evening.
ID: SO MANY.
SA: 🍮
AA: >:'{
Take the booze back and chug. Hard.
SA: Hadean--
SA: 😫
AA: chug, chug, chug.
SS: (Hads, protip, 'had alcohol poisoning' ain't a good thing be be able to up and say.)
SS: (Leastways not when you got it from shitty wine.)
SA: the wine would have to be proofed absurdly
ID: i'm fine. it's fine. =>:'(
SA: if he's eaten today he should be fine but if he hasn't
SA: I am kicking his ass
SS: (Idk, mb it's shitty sherry.)
AA: he's fiiiiine.
AA: he ate! we ate, uh.
SS: (Or port.)
AA: .. shit, wtf did we eat.
ID: food.
SS: (Or food coloring in vodka.)
AA: it was van food. like, y'know, the type of stuff that's, like, food colourning in vodka.
AA: n, fuck, i was rneading soz.
SS: (LOL)
AA: the type of stuff that's, like, you buy it out of a van!!
SS: (Wow, way 2 pregame!)
SA: did you mean street food
AA: omfg you can't spell prnegame
AA: yes!!!
AA: .. i'm hungrny. >:{
SS: (No, on accounta I spell it pregame and not prnegnanmne!)
AA: the way you spell it is prnenenenegofuckyrnself, duh.
AA: i know yrn blind btu c'monnnnnn. >:P
He's just gonna carefully shift his most uninjured side in to laying against Sipara.
ID: van food is the best food.
!!!
SS: (uh)
But then she chills and leans back against him. yesss, physical affection.
SS: (You wish I couldn't see, pal, mb I wouldn't have to deal w your spellin.)
SS: (Brb, I just stood up and)
SS: (Wow)
AA: it was, like, that foil wrnapped shit, prni.
SS: (Try standing up)
AA: !!
ID: ahahah no.
SS: (no do it)
AA: omg what happens
SS: (It's cool)
SA; that's street food, Sipara
AA: rnly?
AA: is it rnyl cool orn am i gonna crnack my head open.
SA: 😰
AA: >:{
SS: (It also hurts but that's only on accounta you will v quickly not be standin up!)
ID: i just got fucking comfy.
ID: ...fcuk that.
AA: omggg, lal. lal. sit down.
SS: (N, I'm floating.)
SS: (I mean, not proper-like, but it feels it!)
AA: don't brneak yrnselfff. i like yrnself.
ID: hahahah. i can see why people get drunk.
ID: it's almost like when i eat. only slow?
SS: (Only on accounts you asked real nice-like!) SS: (And also I totes like myself, too.)
SS: (And you, but I'm only sayin that without attachin three shitty jokes cos I'm wasted and that makes it seem less dumb.)
ID: only i'm allowed to break because sips hates me apparently.
SA: how are you all this drunk after a bottle of wine.
AA: lmfao no food.
AA: .. j/k we ate. i said we ate. rnight.
SS: (Excuse, I had... some number of shots of what I'm p sure is rubbin alcohol.)
ID: that was forever ago.
rubs the bridge of his nose... you can see his face finally and man he looks worn out your shenanigans sucked it right out of him
SA: order pizza?
ID: prisss. you're beautiful~
ID: and tired.
AA: prni. prniii. don't make that face. we love youuu.
AA: you get a pizza.
AA: we'rne talking to you. >:} so if oyu orndern a pziza. and we ordern a pizza.
ID: he doesn't like them!
AA: it'll be like we'rne all eatin -- oh goddamnit.
ID: make him order fancy food. like sushi.
AA: that doens't have calornies!!
ID: i don't know what else he likes to eat. other than sweet stuff.
SA: I am not--
ID: i'm a bad friend. =:(
AA: ordern baked salmon on a roasted cedarn plank.
but he flushes anyways because senpai said it
SA: I can order take out.
ID: pris you need to tell me more about yourselffff. let me in bro.
SA: not sushi..
SA: w--what?
ID: sips you gotta too. =>:( but you're easier.
AA: and yrn allowed 2 brneak bc yrn harndy, hads. duh. and AA: ugh why arne you all typing so much i'm trying to read the tpo and it keeps scrnolling down. >:{
SA: how does not knowing what...
ID: you gotta tell me more about yourself pris. =:(
SA: like what?
ID: even if i don't tell you shit. is that bad.
ID: like. things!
SA: i
SA: I don't know...
SA: id like to think you tell me things-- you're drunk, Hadean
ID: yes i am.
AA: what's that go tto do with anythingggg.
ID: but it's okay because i know i'm drunk.
ID: right?
SA: I feel as if it's impolite to try and have sensitive discussions when you're not completely sober...
SA: I will order you both pizza. What is the address
SS: (Well, it ain't sensitive-like for him, pal.)
SS: (He just, like, wants your deepest darkest secrets.)
SS: (Also wtf is this a pizza party now?)
SS: (Cos I ain't got none athat.)
ID: i'm sensitively wanting meat lovers. =:(
SS: (... Does stale muffin count??)
SA: I'd rather tell him those with just us there if he wants them, thank you
SS: (I can put ketchup on it.)
SS: (That's like bread and tomato stuff.)
SS: (Pizza!)
AA: arne you at taylorns, lal?
SA: Addresses
SS: (I lits live here, pal.)
AA: i'll get you actual pizza. w/ wine.
AA: er. anchovies.
ID: sips what's our address.
SS: (N, do it with wine!!)
AA: and how come i nevern get to be in, like, the cool feels talks??
SS: (Hads told me the truth bout your anchovy lies.)
SS: (Bc you don't kiss your princess, jerk.)
ID: i tried to include you sipsss.
AA: i will fucking smooch you, laledy, stfu.
ID: i got words for everyoneee.
looks as uncomfortable as he can for not being able to make expressions
AA: and prni didn'tttt.
ID: but i know. i shouldn't just message everyone.
ID: because that seems bad.
SS: ( (\qnq/) )
AA: you should msg evernyone!!
AA: just, like. tlk 2 them. like prni doesn't want to talk to me. orn in frnont of me. orn w/e. >:"{ AA: w/eee. lals i am getting you pizza.
ID: if i message em pheres will act like he can cull me. i don't want pheres to want to cull me.
SA: that's. Not true...
ID: maybe i can message ashy...
SS: (I'm kissin the pizza.)
SS: (..... Idk why! But I'm doin it.)
SA: don't message Ashley while you're drunk it will just be a mess
SS: (Message Pheres and tell him you've up and got feelins about him wanting to cull you!!)
AA: phern won't cull you. phern likes youuuu. he just doesn't - y.
SS: (Talk it out like bros.)
AA: do that. phern likes talking. and he likes you. it'll be fiiiine.
SA: i feel like this is all a terrible idea
ID: i'm not good at talking to pheres. we're too different.
AA: and i like yo and i like phern and you two should be frniends.
ID: and then i just make him mad i think.
ID: he'd probably be mad that i bit em even.
SA: yes that. Tends to happen.
AA: just tell him its, like, pitch.
SA: why not just wait I'm sure it will blow over
AA: he cna't argune w/ pitch.
AA: can't. argnue!!
SA: don't tell him it's pitch, don't you remember what he said at the fair?
AA: arngue.
SA: they can't say it's pitch, it will ruin his quadrant with Emerel
SS: (It's serendipity!)
SS: (Wait, what's pitch??)
ID: maybe i should just. call him and tell him to come on here...
SA: call who?
SS: (... You're pitch with Pheres's boo?)
SA: Pheres or Emerel?
SS: (Omg)
AA: you can't rnuin a quad if it isn't alrndy set to be rnuined.
AA: like, hivewrnecking isn't a T H I N G.
SA: he said he would make a club for them.
SS: (Y, when y'all were up and bout to vore each other.)
ID: =:( i don't want pheres to be my club.
SA: then don't say what happened between you and Emerel was pitch
SS: (You can;t, like, have a club if you ain't wantin a club, pal, that ain't how it works.)
ID: i just want to make em be the scared one next time.
SS: (Then it ain't a club, it's some asshole what can't mind their on biz.)
SA: ...😰
SS: (Also, that totes sounds like you need a club tho.)
AA: .. y, that isn't
AA: that's sornt of weirnd.
ID: i'm bad at this.
AA: n!! you just have to like
SS: (Sipa, pls tell me you ain't gonna dangle me out a wall aperture till I'm the scared one for revenge for the taser thing.)
SA: how are you bad at it-
AA: trny harndern.
SS: (Cos if anything you should be danglin your own pan for that one.)
AA: orn, like, talk about ittttt. do you want to bang him orn, like, murndern him??
SA:'try harder? Are you encouraging it?
ID: it wasn't fair that he beat me up when i was already beat up, was it?
SA: no.
AA: and n, lal, fuck offff. AA: no dangling!! forn anyone. >:P
AA: nnn, it wasn't.
SS: (All's fair in love and war, but hate ain't on that list.)
ID: so i don't think he hates me that way anyways.
SA: then you need a club or at the least to avoid each other
ID: i was avoiding him and i got beat up.
ID: so i just need to get better and beat him up.
ID: and then things'll be even.
AA: and prni. i'm not, like, encournaging it. AA: i'm just, like. hads gotta do what hads wants to do, you know?? i am suppornting him.
SA: that won't solve anything, he'll just hunt you down to get revenge again and then you'll do the same
ID: not if i beat him hard enough.
AA: and nnnnn. if yrn gonna beat him up again, you gotta talk to phern firnsttttt.
SA: then he will be dead
SS: (That's called, like, murder.)
AA: orn else he's ognna flip his shit.
ID: nahhh, i already tried murdering him.
SA: he's already going to flip his shit
AA: and then i'm gonna have to stop a fucking rnevenge cycle, and, like
ID: he got back up, remember!
AA: i don't want phern trnying to cull yyyou.
AA: that's the opposite of what i want. >:{
SS: (That's totes inconsiderate-like, hads.)
SS: (Plus, like, how're you gonna beat im harder'n dead, huh?)
ID: idk. em almost culled me when he jumped me.
ID: or at least it was considered i guess.
SA: why don't we tell Pheres Em hunted you down. That seems like a decent solution.
ID: nooo!
SA: if he instigated it he can deal with the consequences
ID: i don't wanna.
SA: why?
SA: it won't have any logical recourse on you..
ID: cause if they got unhappy and broke up i'd get blamed. duh.
SA: they will break up anyways if you and Emerel can't be resolved
AA: why arne you so fussed abt them brneaking up, anyway?
AA: you don't even like quads.
AA: >:?
SA: ^^
ID: i don't, but they do.
AA: phern is like. idk.
AA: ... idk!
AA: idk idk idk. >:{
ID: i feel like pheres would blame me. i don't wanna get blamed. it's easier to just not say anything about it.
SA: well the unfortunate news is this chat is public
SA: 😰
SA: how could Pheres blame you for Emerel's own mistake?
ID: ...pheres won't read this stuff, right.
SA: I think Pheres is much more logical than that
AA: phernes is puking in a bathrnoom rn.
AA: he can't rnead anythiiiiing.
SA: why--
ID: there! we just gotta bury this with other stuff.
ID: so it's so buried he won't go digging.
AA: idk, he got the flu, he's been, like, ternrnibad all day. AA: it's prnobs bc he's up at em's house. and it's, like, wet and shit.
AA: being wet isn't good forn you. ofc yrn gonna get sick if yrn wet.
AA: and brneathing in wet.
AA: >:{
SA: 😰
ID: unless you're a fish i guess.
AA: he's not a fish!!
ID: i didn't say he was.
SA: what even happened between you two to get all of this started, I don't understand.
AA: >:{
SA: It seemingly came out of left field that you two Had to fight and now you two Have to fight some more.
AA: and phern can't blame you, bc then i'd be upset, bc it's not fairn to blame you. AA: so therne.
ID: i can't say pris.
SA: alright ❤
ID: sorry. =:(
AA: >:?
AA: cna you say, like.. off-chat??
ID: no.
AA: >:????
ID: i just can't.
AA: shhh, that's fine, dnw.
AA: we all have ourn shady ass secrnets.
makes a little heart using his index fingers and thumbs. he's tryin rly hard to be comforting with sipara
AA: what the fuuuuck, that's too cute.
ID: y! =:) 💚
AA: 💞
fucking. his expression wilts a little and he looks away to hide it before letting his hands fall
SA: you two should eat. This can all be sorted out at a later time when you are properly sober.
ID: =:??? why are you looking sad? i thought we were having fun. is it not fun?
AA: priiii.
AA: did you eat??
AA: arne you hungrny?
AA: i get sad when i'm hungrny. so, like, mb you should eat, too.
SA: I'm alright, don't worry.
SA: i will eat when you two do.
ID: sips. go get the pizza. =:(
SA: did i make you both sad?
SA: I'm sorry.
ID: we're sad because we're worried about you!
AA: y. we'rne just sad bc yrn sad. if you arne sad. and if yrn not, then we'rne not sad, but, like, it's okay to be sad??
SA: please don't worry, I'm rather alright.
SA: trying to explain it wouldn't make sense right now anyways.
ID: okay. =:( we can talk about it when we're visiting.
ID: and you can both admire how great my ass'll look when i get my fancy fighting suit.
SA: ...Yes.
SA: if you would still like to by then.
manages a smile at the snark.
SA: You'll have to hurry and get here then.
SA: and sipara can offer tips to the tailor.
SA: for now, I should go get some food myself.
SA: I may be back later. Goodlight.
waves a little before closing out the webcam application
AA: good light!! ❤ ❤ ❤
AA: 💚
ID: light...
ID: i hope i didn't say something that made him sad.
ID: i was probably too pushy about wanting to know about him.
AA: nooo. i mean. mb? but nooo. AA: i think he's just - like -
AA: .. mb you should've done the thing. back at him. orn mb he's just sad we'rne not up therne??
ID: maybe. =:(
AA: dnw, dnw. AA: i don't think you can make him sad.
ID: well something made him sad. he's a nice guy.
ID: you're a nice girl.
ID: so you don't feel left out.
AA: lmfao, stfu.
ID: =:P
ID: you are! you're going with me and this is fun.
AA: i don't need secondhand backpats. >:} you two arne like. two pieces in an arnmornset.
ID: this is more fun than i've had in forever.
AA: aww.
ID: there's more than two pieces in an armorset!
ID: you're like the. metal fist that hits things hard piece.
AA: good. i miss trnavelling w/ ppl. i used to trnavel w/ phern. and then my club. but they don't anymorne. and it sucks.
ID: well i'm sorry. now you get to travel with me!
ID: and i bet my lusus enjoys the break. he's getting old anyways.
AA: and lmfao. that's the best piece. the fist piece. obvs.
ID: now he travels in style.
ID: the very best!
AA: >:P
AA: .. we will have to find you, like, an actual fax rnide, too. so he doesn't have to walk places so much.
AA: and you can sleep in a trnuck insteada, like, a fucking tent.
ID: i like my tent. when it doesn't leak.
VV: ♚ ~Evening, evening all~
ID: oh no it's aspartame.
ID: did i spell that right.
AA: yrn tent is grn888. but. leaks. and -
AA: >:?
VV: ♚ ~ Ah it's the one that spreads lies.
ID: fake-sugar stuff.
VV: ♚ ~ It's very rude to do so you know.
VV: ♚ ~ And rather unfair I'd say!
ID: i'm too drunk for a victim complex. =:(
VV: ♚ ~ it's not a complex I'm just hurt...
VV: ♚ ~ And what are you drinking tonight~? A watered down beer perhaps?
ID: gasoline.
ID: or at least it tastes like it.
VV: ♚ ~ That is certainly one way to warm yourself up~ Just don't flambe anything!
VV: ♚ ~ You really should try a higher class wine or something one day darling. You won't dissolve your insides and also it's much classier.
VV: ♚ ~ Than ah....gasoline...
VV: ♚ ~ I...I do want to be sure you know not to swallow when you siphon...
ID: i was gonna ask why you were being nice but you're still showing a lil two-face so it's okay lol.
AA: wwwwwwhy do we hate hern. AA: hern crnown is qt. orn is this a dude? his crnown is qt.
VV: ♚ ~ Oh?? I'm being conversational! It's really riveting and comes off as nice you actually try for once dear ID.
VV: ♚ ~ Thank you AA !
VV: ♚ ~ I'm not super sure myself but this one's rather hostile towards me 😦
ID: noo, see sips she hides thorns in the sugar.
ID: don't eat the sugar.
VV: ♚ ~ I mean, maybe you shouldn't if you're watching that waistline but I think our friend here is capable of thinking for themself~!
VV: Especially when consuming crude, crude gasoline.
ID: is your waistline something you worry about often.
VV: ♚ ~ I don't know if I've mentioned it before or if you're simply too far inhebriated but yes I do! As a ballerina off and on season I must be well kept and trim.
VV: ♚ ~ Do you not?
AA: lmao, she is a little barnbed.
ID: i have an abnormal... uh...
ID: thing that burns calories.
AA: arne you a ballernina orn arne you a comballernina?? AA: tl;drn do you murndern ppl w/ dance orn just dance.
AA: it's a metacatolim. i am p surne.
VV: ♚ ~ Metabolism deary!
VV: ♚ ~ Metabolism is the word you desire. I see the gasoline is muddling your brain and burning your insides so you can not spell. I'm filled with fright I will truly miss you....
VV: ♚ ~ And ah- I suppose it would depend wouldn't it? I'm a prima ballerina for performing but ah we live in such a rutheless world!
VV: ♚ ~ Who knows what one can do when backed into a corner :3c
AA: lmao. omg. yrn adornable.
VV: ♚ ~ Thank you!
ID: no she isn'ttt.
AA: i'm too tirned to even sass you back. but gd.
AA: she isssssss.
AA: she calls ppl dearny. that's prnec.
ID: she just wants something. they always do when they're sweet.
AA: prnec as F U C K. like she's yrn spoopy ancestor gonna back you into a cake.
VV: ♚ ~ Aw~ Thank you. VV: ♚ ~ Maybe I want friendship.
AA: y. mb she wants frniendship.
AA: have you considerned that, hads.
AA: >:'{
ID: /no/. =>:(
VV: ♚ ~ A cake...mmm mm I don't know any cannibals so that'd be a waste
VV: ♚ ~ You should consider it! It's a rather common things trolls want.
ID: =>:( why would you want friendship. you're fluffy.
ID: ....that makes more sense in. my head.
VV: ♚ ~ I am rather fluffy. I permed up my hair today thank you~
VV: ♚ ~ And because I'm of rouged hue and in general when one lives in the city one would desire a friend or two.
VV: ♚ ~Do you not like to have friends Hadean?!
ID: i have two friends. and they didn't just. come in saying they wanted to be friends!
AA: omgg. show me yrn headfluff.
VV: ♚ ~ I didn't do that either! You weasled the answer out of me. I was under the assumption a chat room was a place to socialize.
VV: ♚ ~ Will do let me go get my selfie light one moment!
AA: my rnail has fluffy hairn too. i want to see if it's biggern!!
AA: omg yesss.
ID: a chatroom is a place to pick fights.
ID: and lay on sipa.
ID: ...no wait that part's not the chatroom.
AA: idc don't move yrn waaarnm.
ID: i don't want to get up so it's fine.
voraciousVanity has sent CouldBFluffier.jpg
VV: ♚ ~ I'm baaaaack~! VV: ♚ ~ There you go!
AA: good. AA: and --
AA: omg ❤ ❤
AA: you arne so fluffyyyyy.
VV: ♚ ~ 💗 And I will be for the next week!! VV: ♚ ~Also I must, MUST inquire. Are you two...in the same room?
ID: nope, laying on her in different rooms.
AA: i am fixing his hairn thrnough the internwebs, it's trnue.
VV: ♚ ~ Ah. I see I see. VV: ♚ ~ It all makes sense... VV: ♚ ~ You need better lying skills!
VV: ♚ ~ How matted is his hair?
ID: it feels nice tho-
ID: my hair isn't matted stfu.
AA: lmfao. AA: it's strn8 as a stick. that doesn't matt. i think.
VV: ♚ ~ You will have to make me ''stfu"'!! Hohoho
ID: u a ho alright.
VV: ♚ ~And ah it can! If you keep it too unclean and disgusting. I have seen it.
AA: omggg, even yrn laughing is qt.
AA: LMAO.
VV: ♚ ~ What proof have you at those acusations mmm?
ID: the proof of shut up.
VV: ♚ ~ As good an arguement as I should've expected out of you..
ID: idk you're the one arguing with a drunk troll.
VV: ♚ ~ I'm truly not! I'm seeing what responses I can get from you mostly before they turn to you just drooling on the keyboard!
VV: ♚ ~ I have a little timer going and everything.
AA: aww, yrn less qt now.
AA: go back 2 being twee.
ID: the mask slips~
VV: ♚ ~ Boooo, am I not allowed to have fun?
VV: ♚ ~Hadean's bullied me so I thought a bit of fun would be allowed!
ID: it's not bullying if it's true.
VV: ♚ ~ Mmmm it's not true if you have no proof 😦
ID: is too.
VV: ♚ ~ Tell me dear sweet Hadies, spreader of lies. Why did you choose to drink gasoline tonight?
ID: peer pressure.
ID: and a game.
VV: ♚ ~ ohhh a game? What form of game ?
VV: ♚ ~ Did you lose said game?
ID: never have i ever.
ID: i don't think you can win. just get drunk.
VV: ♚ ~ I see, I see. VV: ♚ ~ I do so wish you'd purchased something better than paint cleaner however.
VV: ♚ ~ Not wine, that's for sipping...
ID: i didn't do it. sips diddd.
VV: ♚ ~ Why would this Sips person do this to you 😦
VV: ♚ ~ Rather cruel if you ask me
ID: ahahah hear that sips, you're crueellll.
SA: little princess
SA: Hadean 😊
VV: ♚ ~ Ah!! Prisma evening my honeycomb prince
ID: heyyy pris! =:) did you eat?
SA: good evening. How are you?
SA: yes. I went to a nearby place. They have very good spaghetti.
ID: goooddd. i'm good. sip fell asleep and she's heavy. i think i'm trapped.
VV: ♚ ~ I'm grand! Hearing about them drinking acetone.
VV: ♚ ~ Oh my.
VV: ♚ ~ Ah...it was nice knowing you Hadies.
VV: ♚ ~ Truly tragic.
SA: oh, the wine. Yes. I tried to play for a moment but I lost my appetite for liquor after someone brought up genetic material.
SA: perhaps you could squeeze free in a bit?
ID: ahahah sorry prisss.
SA: or stay... I am unsure what to advise 😨
SA: it wasn't your fault.
VV: ♚ ~ ....genetic material
VV: ♚ ~ Perhaps staying may be best advised as in most situations of distress it's advised to stay still !
ID: hahah she's alright for now. like a slightly coolish blanket. we can do this the three of us if you wanna when we get there pris.
VV: ♚ ~ Ohhh? Where are you all traversing to? VV: ♚ ~ 😢 I was certain I was invited to travel with you Prisma, was I wrong?
SA: oh, to... cuddle...?
ID: 😒
ID: yes to cuddle.
SA: we could still travel, little princess. I am meeting Hadean and Sipara first, though. I apologize.
SA: oh..
SA: I think it may be awkward with me involved. 😰
VV: ♚ ~ I see, I see prior business then! Do travel safe! VV: ♚ ~ That does sound rather private a matter...oh my....the cuddling.
ID: why would it be awkward? =:?
SA: I am not very accustomed to physical affection and I am rather cold.
ID: you wanted a hug earlier. =:(
SA: I wouldn't want to ruin you two bonding
SA: it's different from cuddling..
ID: we can all bond. cold is nice!
SA: they are coming to me, little princess. Not the other way around
ID: cuddling is just like... a long hug.
VV: ♚ ~ Oh my mistake! Very well. Regardless don't imbibe the polish remover like they have. It seems to be eating them from the inside out!!
SA: yes... I-well, it's different for me, im sorry.
SA: but I'm happy you invited me 😊
SA: I only drink sweet wines if any if ever.
SA: not... what they were drinking.
ID: it wasn't good. but i liked being involved. =:)
ID: and okay pris. no cuddles i guess.
SA: maybe next time we could get decent liquor... if there is a next time. I. Doubt it for some reason.
SA: ...
SA: yes
VV: ♚ ~ I have a few saved up if you wish to try some higher end brands Honey comb Prince dearest~! VV: ♚ ~ maybe even take one with you ...I almost take personal offence to...to....Hadies current poison.
SA: oh, that would be kind of you.
ID: don't get drunk with the splenda prisss.
SA: I would be sad if that was Hadeans first and only experience with wine
VV: ♚ ~ Again with the lies. Cruel...
SA: we could try some sweet wines together if you'd like, Little princess
VV: ♚ ~ If Hadies ceases in his name calling I'd love to!
SA: ii don't drink to inebriation. It's alright.
SA: he's calling you sweet
ID: yeahhh splenda. why you so cruel to me?
VV: ♚ ~ Splenda is artificial and not the best choice for sweeteners!
VV: ♚ ~ Agave would be nicer.
ID: sweet n low it is.
ID: sweet n lowblood.
VV: ♚ ~ That is fine with me I have no qualms with my hue.
SA: agave nectar...
SA: oh. What did you want to know about earlier, Hadean? Before I forget to ask
SA: it is a very pretty color
SA: reds are passionate and courageous
VV: ♚ ~And being golden is a rather lovely shade as well Prisma~
VV: ♚ ~ But I do enjoy the compliment, I do my best to uphold such honors~!
ID: ...i don't remember.
VV: ♚ ~ Asking when he's less poisoned may be best sweet Apollo.
ID: apollo.
ID: man you're stretching for nicknames now.
SA: oh-- I'm sorry. Maybe if you remember
SA: thank you. Although I am far more green
VV: ♚ ~ I suppose. Mmm allow me to rethink of a deity.
ID: i'll try!
ID: and why does he have to be a god.
ID: pris is pris.
SA: I think for the sake of imagery but I am unsure how I could be remotely worthy of that
VV: ♚ ~ I simply thought a deity reference would be nice!
SA: Hadean I should give you a nickname. Like little princess has
ID: shoot pris. =:P
SA: I don't know... but I should think very hard about it
ID: ...i'm not good at nicknames. other than pris.
ID: take your time! you'll come up with the beesstttt nickname.
VV: ♚ ~ Upon deliberation. I'm sticking with prince it goes well with my nickname.
SA: I could call you Little prince but that wouldn't be fitting at all
SA: I am littler
ID: sorry i'm tall~
VV: ♚ ~ I wouldn't feel so special if we had almost identical nick names....
SA: it has to be as brash and capable as you.
SA: no, I know little princess I wouldn't do that
ID: mm, shame that you don't know how to share~
SA: I would be disappointed if you gave me a nickname and then gave Sipara or Gliese a similar one
SA: but maybe that's expected of me..
SA: hotshot would work but it implies I'm insulting you
VV: ♚~ Share? Ohhoho VV: ♚ ~ I'm very creative I can give plenty various nicknames but only those I feel deserve one hoho
VV: ♚ ~ Hot shot sounds like a racer!
ID: why would it be expected of you? =:?
ID: hotshot sounds like it could be. weird. like. fighty.
SA: I... wouldn't want to go in great detail.
SA: but I am considered the "jealous type" more often than not
SA: encouraged to be, you could say. Protective
ID: ohh. yeah. well remember what we chatted about for that!
VV: ♚ ~ The jealous type? 0: How unexpected Prisma!
VV: ♚ ~ I feel that's a rather common trait however.
ID: i'm sure a lot about pris is unexpected. when you've only talked to him a few times. uwu
VV: ♚ ~ Which is why I intend to speak more!
SA: 💚
ID: 💚
VV: ♚ ~ What is more exciting than learning about another? ❤
ID: sticking toothpicks in my ganderbulbs.
SA: please don't I like your eyes
ID: awww. 💚
SA: it comes and goes sometimes, Perdia. But on the whole it stays. Are you a jealous type?
SA: ... to both of you
SA: I would be happy to learn more about you too. Perdia
ID: idk. i could be i bet.
VV: ♚ ~ It would depend! Ah-- I'd love to say no but truly at the heart of it all yes! I do have a fondness for not being tossed to the shadows.
VV: ♚ ~ Any troll really is capable of it. Under the right circumstances, yes?
SA: I don't think anyone enjoys being treated like an object that can be returned to the shelf
SA: I may need to enhance calm before I become salty
VV: ♚ ~ Oh of course not, it's simply a tragic thing. So a little jealousy seems rather justified in such a situation? Why would one sit back and just let fate sweep them aside dear?
VV: ♚ ~ Ah! Has this struck a nerve? We may cease if it isn't a desirable thing Prisma
SA: it would be a very painful thing, yes. Especially if it felt.... special. I suppose is the word
SA: I simply have a bad taste left in my mouth regarding someone who ... had feelings for me
SA: and conveniently pushed them aside because they believed I "could never have feelings in return"
SA: then boasted about how happy they were with the person they'd replaced me with
SA; unpleasant to say the least
VV: ♚ ~ Oh dear sweet Prisma.....
VV: ♚ ~ I thought such cruelties were only in the stories written for the stage....
SA: haha
SA: there's no need to be so dramatic. I have found out enough to believe it may be perfectly normal and I only just now experienced it
SA: I am okay. If a bit miffed.
SA: but thank you
VV: ♚ ~Oh I promise i'm not being dramatic! It's truly heartbreaking dear Prince. I suppose perhaps I also just have not experienced it then.. VV: ♚ ~ I'm pleased you're at least alright now ah...
SA: i was angry when it happened. But only a little. I am not capable of much
SA: I am happy you haven't had to. Hopefully you never will 😊
SA: you seem happy with your matesprit anyways I doubt he would do that
VV: ♚ ~ Mmm yes. He never would trust me. We're on rather friendly terms. VV: ♚ ~ I would think even if something were to go awry I'd still hold him dear and near. VV: ♚ ~ It's rather hasty to simply cut one off no?
SA: who never would trust you?
SA: your matesprit?
VV: ♚ ~Oh, I forgot a comma. I mean in the sense of...he never would and you should trust me on this
VV: ♚ ~ It wouldn't look very good on him if he did! To give up so easily. VV: ♚ ~ But regardless I won't dwell on that hypothetical!
VV: ♚ ~ Loyalty is a good quality overall.
SA: oh! That was an unfortunate loss. I was almost concerned.
SA: loyalty is a virtue. I think it is most important
SA: little princess. I'm sorry, I should rest.
SA: I have cases to finish and plans to make
SA: goodlight ❤️
VV: ♚ ~ Rest well good light dearest! ❤
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