#YEAH GET EM GRAMPA

[pigharlot]

YEAH BABY

i was kindly asked for a Rung voice. here is a short scene from Transformers: Chaos Theory pt. 1 with some "creative liberties" taken.

[so-i-macedup-abit]

i love you pokken aegislash

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The Umbrella Academy season 3 episode 2

Fucking damnit. I knew something was up with this hotel due to the episode descriptions, but now I know it has to do with fucking Reginald

Reading the news paper cause I think it will hold clues

Guests will never need to leave, eh?

Geeze, how has no one noticed how OLD this guy is! Newspaper said 1920! It's 2019! He should be LONG dead!

Oh Luther

Wait do they take LUTHER hostage?? That's so funny

Oh no. Shit fuck. Allisonnnnn

Oh Allison:(

I knew it was coming but that doesn't make it easier

Sissy died October 1st 1989? How... curious. There's no way that's a coincidence

Wait what

Why do these people seem like they are stuck in time? Doing the same thing day after day and have been for decades?

LMAO

Five is fine with a little murder between sibilings

Also I'm laughing over what Five is wearing he looks like a grampa

This is making my heart happy

Hi Viktor <3

HELL YEAH VIKTOR YOU TELL EM

Klaus ily

Why do the blasts keep killing animals

DIEGO!

Da fuck?

Oh Viktor :(

SIGH Lutherrrr

Buddy. You should be asking questions. You were kidnapped. Don't just EAT with them!!!

Oh my god

He just wants to be their friend, I'm laughing so hard

Luther, as is the theme for this family and kidnapping, they have not noticed

Didn't like that look exchange between Sloane and Ben

Also this Ben is a Dick and I want OG Ben back

Oh Allison :(

I love Viktor so much, he's a good brother. I dig his and Allison's dynamic very much

UHHH why isn't the briefcase working???

Awww. Five. You're adorable. You don't get to breathe yet.

HE JUST WANTS TO SEE TORIST ATTRACTIONS AND RELAX

My heart

"You're family, Viktor. Okay? And there's nothing... nothing that would make me love you less." My heart. If this turns out not to be true imma burn this place to the ground and build a therapist office on top

Im laying in a puddle of my emotions

No, Diego, you are not about to kick this guy's ass. His power is redirecting attacks onto his attacker. Also he's literally just shopping. Stop being so violent

Wait, is it specifically being hit in the face??? That's Hella specific if yes

Oh, is it specifically things that draw blood?

Poor stan

This is really funny

Klaus being amish makes me giggle a bit because, I mean, LOOK at him he's a freaking MESS

Five seems happier and calmer now that he's not dealing with constantly saving his sibilings' lives and I like that for him!

I dont trust any of this

I don't trust her. I think this is allll a trap to get information and keep Luther from being a threat

Hm. She's scared of whoever is on the other side of that Camera

Luther! You're getting more brain cells!

No babe, you can not get one day off

It's working it's way out further and further, and taking bigger and bigger animals it seems

Oh

*Oh*

That's why the number was only 16 this time. For some reason, 27 of the original 43 mothers died when exposed to the dust rather than give birth

"Five is an asshole, not a monster" five better not tell them that it doesn't matter or imma beat that old man

Oh. He has her eyes

Honestly props to this lady for being so willing to trust Klaus when by all rights she has no reason to. But he does have her sister's eyes

Now Five is invested

Oh Allison

Allison, leave old man Harlan alone

So they can follow you back to where yall are staying

There goes their briefcase

Well, either this is the wedding in episode 8, or this is Romeo and Juliet. Could be both!

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ONE PIECE

So. The story so far.

YES THERE WILL BE SPOILERS

So. Firstly I would give One Piece an overall 9 as an anime. From what I've seen and heard, the show has kept up even after 20 years, thanks to the wonderful Oda, and that is very important to me as an avid watcher.

True, I never made it past episode 60 the first time I watched, I don't think, HOWEVER!!! That doesn't mean I disliked the show, I liked it a lot. I just probably have ADHD (╥_╥) which means a lot of the longer shows I want to watch get put down by accident because a new shiny show comes out that I want to watch then and there... (I'm looking at you Jujutsu Kaisen (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭.

I restarted the anime about a week ago during my move into my new apartment at episode 45, as it's the last episode I can fully remember (though I did skip through a little because I can't lie... the Buggy filler episodes were not my thing) "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა I also know that the Netflix live action ends around episode 45 as well, which- I'm happy to say, is probably the ONLY live action adaptation of an anime (apart from the theatre productions of studio ghibli films like My Neighbour Totoro) that ACTUALLY WORKED!!! Also, Jamie Lee Curtis, a true One Piece fan loved it! Plus, both Oda and Mayumi have crowned Iñaki as the real world Luffy SO SUCK ON THAT HATERS!!! True, I didn't watch the live action fully, as my friend was watching it whilst I played dragon quest 11 (good game) but I got the gist of it, and it was really good from what I could see.

NOW!! ON TO THE GOOD SHIZ!!!

I am currently on episode 57, as of writing this, which means Chopper is only 24 episodes away ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽ つ And I NEED to meet the baby!! I'm currently watching the crew sail with this little dragon doo dad (who I cannot remember the species name, but his name from Apis is Ryujii.) And shit just started happening. The boat is a rocking, the sky is raining, Zoro and Apis currently have rope burn. It's a good episode. If I recall correctly, they're about to enter the Grand Line?? I know they're right next to it at least, but I think they're trying to get Ryujii home- I just realised that they just landed on the island I am dumb. There was a strange wispy of wind a second ago, which means that one guy is likely already on the island with them I think. Who knows "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა. Either way, once again this show is showing how corrupt the government system is lmao.

Anyhoo, overall, I don't think One Piece can really be judged by episodes, unless you talk about the live action. I'd say a better judgement would be going by arcs? I will say, this arc is pretty mid, just because I've seen it before and because I don't think Apis as a character is good whatsoever. She's just kind of that npc character in an rpg that directs you on a fetch quest before telling you that she must be protected as she's annoyingly coming with instead of staying home safe- oh wait she's the only one who can talk to the dragon and therefore knows where the fetch quest main area is. Great. Yeah, she's extremely mid now that I think about it.

I wouldn't skip this arc, just because I think all arcs leading up to the Grand Line are definitely important, HOWEVER, I do think she could've been in it less. The grampa would've had more to offer in my opinion, even if it was just comedic value. Plus, he could've been a secret badass who saves the day, who knows.

Also, as I'm writing this, my wifi CUT OUT (╥ᆺ╥；) so now I'm dying of death... (╥ᆺ╥；)(╥ᆺ╥；)(╥ᆺ╥；)

Anyways, I would recommend One Piece, but at the same time, if you aren't used to watching long form anime... gooooood luck. I can only do this because I watched Naruto and Shippuden a couple years back and that- ugh that hurt. One piece was still only one episode 800 too... It hurt so much. Yes it's a good anime BUT IT WOULD BE HALF THE LENGTH IF THEY CUT THE FILLER OUT, KILLED OFF SOME OF THE USELESS CHILDREN YOUNGER THAN NARUTO, REVEALED KAKASHI'S MOLE, AND CUT THE FIGHTS TO HALF THE LENGTH!!!!

Sorry, got emotional there. But yeah. One Piece? Good show. It also only has about 50 filler episodes out of the current 1076 episodes that are released. That's an achievement. Also I am now realising how quickly they must have pumped Naruto out if that show had 750 episodes plus movies...

Final thoughts? Watch One Piece. Don't watch Naruto. It isn't worth it. Also, idgaf if people disagree. If you watch Naruto, only watch Naruto. Don't bother with Shippuden. Hinata is the only good character after Naruto, but she isn't worth it.

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“It’s not that simple, Birdie,” you sighed, causing the other girl’s smile to fall. “Marshal Simpson has been itching to get his hands on the Daggers since he got here. It’s the whole reason he came to Maverick in the first place, actually. He’s not going to let Jake go unless I give him a good reason. No, I need to find the other boys and figure out what their plan is to get him out. I can help with that.”

Yeah? well, marshal simpson needs to mind his own fucking business. 🔫

i really dont like bradley in this chapter...this feels like deja vu. like i've commented this before but let me have my grampa simpson moment, okay? 😭

- rant incoming -

your best friend is dying...is he okay? he's not even gonna try? offer to break jake out and send them someplace else? offer to kill isac after instead? anything??? the man sacrificed his life for all yall. i didnt feel any helplessness from him, i only felt apathy. dude, does he even care about any of em? like, at all?

this makes me very intrigued by cowboy! bradley. ik the man has issues and half the time he's drunk and a brute. im really curious with what's going on in his noggin. i hope you can explore more on his story. im excited for the change in his behaviour once birdie whips him into shape 😂

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Ten

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Ten

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger posse of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Language, Angst, Talk of execution, Scout has a plan

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Hey guys! Friendly reminder that I have two writing challenges going at the moment! My Christmas Challenge and my Playlist Challenge are both still taking entries! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator! If You're feeling kind, please consider donating to my ko-fi!

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Whispers echoed the streets as you made your way back towards the saloon, and you could feel the stares from the last remaining spectators from the crowd earlier. Your eyes scanned the different faces, desperate to find someone you knew. Someone who could help. You spotted Birdie leading Bunny back into the saloon, a look of concern on the teacher’s face as she placed a steadying hand on the back of the saloon girl.

You made a beeline towards the saloon, almost running into a couple of people in the process, but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered in that moment was freeing Jake, and if you couldn’t find the Daggers, then Bunny and Birdie would surely have an idea. Pushing through the saloon doors, your eyes immediately landed on the bar where the two girls sat, Birdie stroking a hand up and down Bunny’s back in a soothing gesture. You marched to where they stood, and Birdie looked over at you when you were just a few feet away.

“Scout,” she breathed, tears kissing her lash line as she stared at you. “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”

“Where are they?” You asked her, mouth pressed into a firm line to keep from falling apart completely. It wouldn’t serve you to sit around and mope about the situation. You had to take action, and you knew that the boys were already working on a plan to free Jake. “What happened?”

Birdie looked at you hesitantly, hand still on Bunny’s back. “I don’t know. They took off in the middle of everything. I think Jake used himself as a diversion or something, I’m not sure. Those men came in here and started saying such awful things to Bunny, and then Bob overheard, and, and everything just happened so fast, Scout. It was chaos.”

You nodded, letting out a frustrated breath.

“It’s my fault,” Bunny whispered, picking up her head from where she hung it over her arms. She looked at you with lost, far away eyes, and the sight sent a stab through your heart. “I’m sorry, Scout. This is all my fault.”

“Bunny, no,” Birdie chided, but the other girl shook her head.

“No,” she hiccuped. “I should have never come here. If I hadn’t left New Orleans, none of this would be happening.”

“It’s not your fault,” you muttered. “None of this is your fault. This was a setup from the start, and it was all due to that bastard Isaac.”

“Isaac?” Birdie asked you, eyes still weary. “Who is that?”

“He’s a real sonofabitch,” Bunny murmured, gaze still focused on you. “He comes in here from time to time. He’s got a really bad energy about him.”

“He set this whole thing up,” you scowled. “The remarks, the fight, the arrest. It was all his doing. I’m sure of it.”

“Surely you can tell Sherrif Kazansky about it,” Birdie smiled, hope beginning to shine in her eyes. “You can tell him, and he’ll have to let Jake go!”

“It’s not that simple, Birdie,” you sighed, causing the other girl’s smile to fall. “Marshal Simpson has been itching to get his hands on the Daggers since he got here. It’s the whole reason he came to Maverick in the first place, actually. He’s not going to let Jake go unless I give him a good reason. No, I need to find the other boys and figure out what their plan is to get him out. I can help with that.”

“They’ll probably be lying low until tonight,” Bunny murmured, looking up to lock eyes with you, face set in her usual stoicism. “You’re best bet is to go by Maverick and Penny’s after sunset. They’ll be there.”

You nodded at her, turning to walk away when Birdie caught your arm, forcing you to look back.

“What are you going to do in the meantime, Scout?” She asked, a worried frown on her lips.

“I’m going to go see my brother.”

“Surely there must be something you can do, Benji,” you pleaded, pacing around your brother’s office. He eyed you from where he sat, leaned back in his chair as he regarded you. He watched you pace across the carpet, and you were sure you looked a sight at this point. The ends of your skirts were muddy from running around earlier that morning, and you knew your hair had come out of your neatly tied bun, as you could feel the loose strands kissing your neck.

“Scout,” Benjamin sighed. “Take a seat.”

You shook your head vigorously, casting him a look of displeasure. “There’s no time to sit, Benji. Time is something we don’t have, and I’m wasting it just standing around waiting!”

“Scout-”

“Who knows how long they’ll keep him alive for? You have to represent him in his trial. I’m not asking, Benji. I’m begging you, please do-”

“Scout,” he snapped, leaning forward and pressing the heel of his hands into his eyes. Benji always did that when he was preparing to deliver bad news, and you stopped your pacing, heart dropping. He looked back up at you, and you pursed your lips. His eyes were sad, like he knew his next words might break you. “Jake isn’t getting a trial.”

“What do you mean?” You demanded, facing him fully now. Your brow was pinched, mind refusing to make sense of what he was telling you.

“Just that,” he sighed. “Jake isn’t getting a trial. There will be no jury. There will be no judge. His death warrant has already been signed.”

You shook your head, fighting back tears as rage overtook you.

“They can’t do that,” you reasoned, moving forward, placing your hands on his desk as you leaned into him. “There has to be a trial.”

“There won’t be,” Benjamin frowned. “Marshal Simpson was sent here to get rid of the Daggers. Even if there was a trial, it would be a show one at best. Unless someone has a plan to break him out, then Jake stays in jail. There’s nothing else I can do.”

“I thought law and order meant something in this world,” you muttered, feeling the tears sting your eyes once again as you stood up and turned.

“It does, Scout,” Benjamin said gently. “But law and order mean different things to different agendas.”

You glanced back at him, and you once again noted the sadness that his eyes held.

“Go home, Scout,” he sighed. “Get some rest. You’ll need it.”

The sun had just slipped below the horizon when you stepped out from your hiding spot behind Hondo’s store. Most of the people were milling about in front of the saloon or the brothel, but a few drunken stragglers stumbled down the street, laughing and cheering as they made their way. You stuck to the shadows, taking care not to be seen by anyone as your eyes stayed glued to the door of the jail. It was only a few moments before you saw Beau Simpson step foot out the door, shrugging his jacket on as he made his way down to the saloon. His lips were pursed into a frown as he sauntered over towards the saloon. You waited with bated breath as he slipped past some of the drunken patrons, only letting it loose when he stepped through the swinging doors.

You kept your head down as you hurried down the street, doing your best to hide your face in the shadows. Light streamed out from the windows of the jail, illuminating your face as you stepped up to the door. The door creaked on its hinges as you pushed it open, Sheriff Kazansky looking over at you from where he sat in one of the chairs, feet propped up on the desk in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking you over. There was a hint of wonder and mischief in his eyes, a slow smirk coming to rest on his face.

“You shouldn’t be here, darlin’,” he drawled, placing his feet on the floor. “This ain’t no place for a lady such as yourself.”

“Where is he?” You asked him, stepping into the room and quickly closing the door behind you.

“Scout?”

You peered behind the sherif and into the shadows at the familiar voice. You saw a figure shift in one of the cells, and you began to rush towards it. Tom stopped you, standing quickly to block your path and placing his hands on your shoulders. You looked at him, brow furrowed, but all you saw was worry and curiosity swirling in his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ready to see him like this?” He asked you quietly, lips pressing into a thin line as he continued to study you. You squared your shoulders back, lifting your chin defiantly.

“Please,” you murmured, feeling your bottom lip tremble slightly as you pleaded with the older man. “Please let me see him.”

Tom stared at you for a moment longer before glancing at the door.

“You have five minutes, Scout.”

You smiled at him gratefully, turning and making your way back towards the shadows that housed the cells.

Jake was on the floor, leaned up against the far wall facing the bars of the cell. His clothes were ruffled and his hair was mussed, lips pulled into a thin line and eyes were contemplative. When he saw you, he scrambled to his feet, the chains surrounding his wrists and ankles jingling with every movement.

You felt the tears come back with a vengeance as the dam you had built to keep from breaking down all day began to overflow. A sob racked through you, the tears now flowing freely as you all but threw yourself against the cold metal bars. Jake caught you as best he could, the two of you slowly easing down onto your knees. You cried into his arms, feeling your copious amounts of tears staining his shirt as he stroked your hair.

“Please don’t cry, Scout,” he soothed, pressing firm kisses to the top of your head. “Everything is okay.”

“It’s not okay,” you sobbed. “It’s not, so don’t tell me that it is.”

“These things happen, honey girl,” he sighed, holding you tighter, seemingly afraid to let you go. You reveled in how his strong arms felt around you, making you feel like your whole world wasn’t ending in that moment. “You wanna tell me what you’re doing here?”

You pulled back to look at him, tears still running down your face, but having slowed to a trickle at this point. “It was Isaac, Jake. It was all a setup. I saw him in the crowd this morning. He planned the whole thing.”

“I know.”

You balked, brow furrowing as you looked at him.

“What do you mean?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. Jake sighed again, resting his forehead against one of the bars.

“I saw him too.”

“We have to do something, Jake! We have to tell them that this was-” You cried, turning to move away, but Jake grabbed your hand to stop you. You turned back to him, noticing for the first time that his eyes were shining with tears of his own. Your heart dropped at the sight, and you allowed him to pull you back down, his hands cradling your face as he looked at you.

“There’s no time, pretty girl,” he murmured. “There’s just no time left.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered, tears starting anew.

“Scout, these past few months have been the happiest of my life. I never thought I’d meet a spitfire like you, let alone get someone like you to love me. I have loved every minute spent with you. I love the way you scrunch your nose when you’re mad. I love when you yell at me when I’m being an idiot. I love when you smile at me when you think I’m not lookin’. I love how you feel in my arms and how completely happy you make me feel.”

“Why does this sound like you’re saying goodbye?” You asked him, a sob shaking your entire body. “You’re not dying on me. If you die, I die, you understand me?”

Jake smiled at you sadly, moving his hands down to dig through his pocket. He raised his shackled hands back up, this time holding onto a golden chain. A small, round pendant hung at the bottom, golden bands intricately woven with small diamond embedded into it.

“I know that it’s not the emerald,” he started, “but it’s all I could afford with the money I had leftover from working at the ranch.”

You stared at the necklace, a thousand different thoughts running through your head. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you had ever seen, made even more so by the honest man who offered it to you. More tears streamed down your cheeks, and you shook your head.

“I don’t want it,” you murmured.

Jakes face dropped, eyes questioning as he looked at you.

“Jake Seresin,” you said firmly, fixing him with your best scowl. “You promised to make an honest woman out of me, and I’ll be damned if I let you worm your way out of keeping that promise, do you hear me?”

Jake let out a startled chuckle, dropping his head to rest on his forearms before looking back up at you with a bemused expression.

“Honey girl, what on earth am I supposed to do with this necklace now?”

“You can give it to me when you get out of here,” you sniffed, eyes tracing over the lines on his face. “You can give it to me, and then you and I are going to grow old together.”

Jake said nothing, all humor leaving his face as he watched you. Before either of you could say anything more, Tom cleared his throat from where he hovered in the doorway, and you glanced back at him.

“Your time is up, Scout,” he said quietly, gently. “The marshal will be back any moment.”

You nodded, looking back at Jake, cupping his cheek and leaning in to press a desperate kiss to his lips. He kissed you back with urgency, reluctantly pulling away, and helping you stand through the bars. You watched as a tear slipped down his cheek, and you reached up to brush it away. He caught your hand, holding it to his face before turning and placing a firm kiss to your palm.

“I’ll see you on the other side, honey girl,” he rasped, letting go of you and stepping back. You didn’t move, and it took Sheriff Kazansky gently grabbing your elbow and pulling you into the other room for you to leave. You scrubbed at your eyes furiously, jumping when the door opened, revealing U.S. Marshal Simpson.

He blinked at you in surprise before his eyes darted over to where Tom was once again sitting at his desk, looking like he had never moved in the first place. Beau shrugged his jacket off and hung his hat on the hook by the door, eyeing you wearily.

“Miss,” he greeted with a nod. “What brings you by?”

Your mind scrambled, trying to find any excuse.

“Poor thing had her purse stolen,” Tom spoke up, shaking his head in disappointment. “Must have happened sometime this morning during all the excitement. It’s a damn shame when a young woman can’t even walk the streets in broad daylight without someone stealin’ from her, wouldn’t you agree?”

Beau hummed, moving to sit in the seat opposite Tom. You grimaced, nodding in agreement.

“Yes,” you sighed, “It had something very valuable to me.”

“Well, we’ll keep an eye out for it,” Tom smiled, nodding towards the door. “Are you gonna be okay by yourself out there?”

“Oh yes,” you nodded, turning to leave. You had to get to the Daggers, and they would surely be at Maverick and Penny’s home by now. “I’ll be just fine. I really appreciate all of your he-”

You stopped as your eyes caught sight of one of the many missing posters hanging on the wall. A familiar face stared back at you, black eyes just as cold and lifeless as they were in person. Isaac.

“Are you alright there, Scout?” Beau asked you, moving like he was going to get up. You glanced back and put on your best smile.

“Yes! Sorry, I just remembered a place I forgot to check for my purse. I’ll have to go there and let you know if I find it.”

As you moved for the door, you heard their last exchange.

“When do you want to do this, Beau?”

“Don’t hang’em til noon, Tom. That gives us time to get everything sorted out.”

Your breath caught in your throat. That wasn’t a lot of time for you to get everything sorted. You gathered your skirts and broke out into a run once you hit the street.

Maverick and Penny’s home was lit up, casting a faint glow out onto the dirt road as you walked up. You could hear muffled chatter coming from inside, and it cut off when you knocked on the door. A moment passed before Penny hesitantly cracked it open, sighing in relief when she saw it was you. She opened the door all the way and quickly gestured you to walk in.

“It’s alright,” she called out ahead of you. “It’s just Scout.”

The two of you entered the parlor where the rest of the Daggers, plus Birdie, Bunny, Natasha, and Maverick all sat scattered around. Birdie rushed to you, enveloping you into a tight hug. You reciprocated, glancing over her shoulder to see Natasha finishing up some of Reuben’s stitches above his eyebrow.

“I really wish you had come found me earlier,” you heard her mutter to him. “This is going to leave a nasty scar now.”

“Well, when the best doctor in town works in the middle of everything, it’s hard to sneak in and out,” he countered with a grimace as she cut the thread.

Maverick looked at you, face melancholic as his eyes met yours. “What brings you by Scout?”

You shifted your attention from him to Bradley, who was leaning against one of the end tables at the far side of the room.

“What’s the plan, Bradshaw?” You asked him, stepping forward. He glanced up at you, brown eyes unreadable as he pressed his lips into a thin line.

“What plan?”

“The plan to get Jake out of trouble,” you pressed, fists clenching at your sides. Bradley lifted his head, a look of indifference passing over his face as he looked away. You felt your jaw tick as you watched him.

“Oh, that,” he drawled, eyes still avoiding yours. He shrugged. “There is none.”

“I beg your pardon?” You bit out, rage overtaking you, and you felt Penny place a soothing hand on your back. “What do you mean you don’t have a plan?”

“I mean just what I said,” he snapped at you, eyes now focused on you with a mix of anger and guilt. “You think I have any favors to call in? Shit, Scout. Even Mav and Ice don’t have anymore favors to use on us. There’s no plan because there’s nothing to be done.”

“You owe him,” you ground out, words dissolving into a sob as you felt the tears race down your face once again. “You have to help him, please.”

“I don’t have any chips left to play, sweetheart,” he growled in frustration, running a hand through his hair. “Jake hangs tomorrow, and there’s nothing any of us can do about it. I hope your time with him was good while it lasted because-”

A smack resounded in the room, followed by deafening silence save for your labored breathing as you fought to control your breathing. Your hand stung from where it had connected with Bradley’s cheek, and you could see his eyes had widened in shock. His head had snapped to the side from the force of your slap, and he slowly turned to look at you, and you could see unshed tears shining brightly in the low light of the room.

“He is not going to die,” you sobbed. Your breaths came out in hard pants as you stumbled forward, clinging on to Bradley’s shirt as you gazed up at him. “He can’t die. You have to help him, please.”

You felt a gentle touch slowly pull you away from the brunette, and you collapsed onto your knees before him, hands grabbing on to any part of him you could reach as you well and truly broke down.

“Please,” you begged once more to no one in particular. “Please, someone help him.”

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[gnattyplayssims]

1955 Pt1 - Reunion

"Bro this place is a mess! When was the last time you did the laundry?"

"Uh...I don't remember."

"Seriously how are we even friends?"

"Cause I'm clingy?"

"Something like that. Can you believe we're about to be YA's"

"Finally! Feels like we've been stuck as teens!"

"How are you so good at this!?"

"It takes practice. My dad's a Master and he used to take me all the time when I was younger."

"I think I'll stick to cows and chickens."

"How are things out in the Bramblewood? You ask Pen out yet or are you still planning your perfect moment?"

"Whatever man these things take time to get em right. What about your aunt and uncle how are the twins?"

"They're fine. They're not babies anymore. I think my uncle already misses the infant stage."

"Ha I can't wait to have some of my own."

"You have to ask Penelope out first"

"Yeah yeah! We all know you don't like kids."

"It's not that I don't like them, I just...I don't know I'm different. I don't think I'll ever settle down like you and Nik will. Kids are fine but marriage? I don't think it's for me."

"If you say so. Hey I'm sick of fishing."

"My mom called this morning...Sofia's coming home. I guess I have a niece now."

"I hope she's not as much trouble as the twins. I can't believe your aunts having another set!"

"Do you think it'll be okay for her in Copperdale...if he's still there?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine!"

The trees were in full bloom as Sofia and Jamal arrived in Copperdale. Ava was in awe of all the green!

Anabelle ran down the stairs when they arrived, tears in her eyes "I can't believe you're home!" She went in for a hug but Sofia pulled back. "Oh right um...this must be Ava!"

Ava glared up at the strange woman and withdrew as her grandmother came down to embrace her. "It's okay sweetie, I'm your grandma."

"NO! No hugs!"

"MOM! Don't force her! You're scaring her!"

Ava was crying and hid behind Jamal who patted her head comfortingly.

Sofia introduced her "boyfriend" and no one noticed when Ava toddled away

"Where's Ava!? She was just here! Jamal?!"

"Hey relax, she's in a safe place, I'm sure she just went in another room."

"She's probably in the living room giving your father a hard time."

Ava had gone through the door and got lost. "Hey there little one."

"No hugs!"

Kye laughed, "Okay no hugs. I'm grampa what's your name?"

"Ava."

"Ava, that's a very pretty name for a very pretty young lady"

Ava quickly warmed to her grampa's kind words and gave a little wave.

Ava liked to talk and Hezekiah was amused by her barely understandable babble. "Why you chair wheels?"

"Because my legs don't work like yours do. I need a chair with wheels so I can move around. You walk and I roll."

"Walk and roll!"

"Yep and soon I bet you'll be running."

A song came on and Ava brightened and clapped her hands. "You want to come up here and listen?" Ava nodded and Kye pulled her onto his lap.

"I found her. I told you she just went through the door."

"Ah there's your mommy. Why don't you go see what gramma has in the kitchen."

As soon as Jamal and Anabelle left the room, Hezekiah's face fell. "She's beautiful, Sofie. I was so scared for you and I took that fear out on you. I knew you'd be an amazing mother and I should have said that instead."

"Dad."

"I'm so sorry baby girl!"

"It's okay now."’

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! I just want to move on. With you."

"So this is your room?"

"What gave it away?"

He pulled a book from the shelf. "Do you have the Chronicles of Rodiek?"

"I have it somewhere."

"I'd like to read it to Ava sometime."

"Oh I'll defintely look."

After a long night of pretending that everything in Oasis Springs was perfect, it was time for bed. "I thought I saw the light on in here."

"I had a nightmare. Thought I might look for that book."

"Any luck."

"No. Maybe in a box somewhere. I'll find it."

"I know you will."

"But now that you're here, maybe I found another distraction."

She brushed her thumb over his lip. "Don't do that, Baby. You know I'm trying to control myself."

"I don't want you to control yourself anymore."

"I need to. That was the whole point of coming here."

She traced his jaw and his fingers traced the pulse point in her wrist. Her lips met his and he drew her closer. "You're cruel you know that?"

"It's not cruel if you let me satisfy you this time."

He moaned against her mouth, "Don't put this on me. I'm trying to give us space."

"I don't want space anymore. I don't want anything between us." She pulled at this belt but he pulled her hands away even as he pinned her to the wall.

"I have to go back."

"Then give me something to remember while you're gone." He groaned desperately against her mouth.

She pulled free of him and he leaned against the wall as she draped her legs around him, climbing higher until he'd had enough. She gasped as his mouth moved down her neck hungrily, sucking just enough that she couldn't contain her pleasure but without marking her as Don had.

"Okay that's enough." He pushed her off breathing heavily and turned back toward the door.

She wrapped her arms around him. "Don't go." She gave him a fleeting kiss on the mouth, moving to his cheek and pressing his hand against the place of her need. "Please, Jam."

He allowed her to pull him back and slide the door closed behind him, the darkness of the closet closing in around them. She pressed him back against the wall unfastening his pants. By the time her hand closed around him he knew he was done for. Don had trained her well.

1955 Pt2 - A Lavendar Field

[abbatoirablaze]

Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1, Chapter 5

Word Count:  3.2k

Warnings:  mentions of murder, mentions of rape, violence, blood, knives, mention of guns, use of illegal drugs, manipulation, blackmail, dark thoughts

Jax’s POV

I smiled as I looked down at Cain. He was having so much fun on the little dragon roller coaster. Tig and Bobby Elvis kept playing along with it, pretending it was so much bigger than it actually was, yelling with every little bump and raising their arms in the air.

"Gramma, grampa, daddy took me on the big coaster," he said excitedly, running up to them after the ride was over. He was making large hand motions to signal the bumps, "IT WAS SO COOL!"

"Yeah buddy?" Clay asked, picking him up, "you looked like the toughest guy on that coaster. We're gonna have to patch you in soon."

"Ohh no you don't," I laughed, taking him off Clay. Cain looked very upset at me, "buddy you can't even ride a bike yet."

"UHH HUHHH," he said defiantly, "mommy and Chibs took my training wheels off last week. He says I'm doing so well I could be the next v.p."

"Oh did he?"

Cain smiled, "yeah. I'm gonna be just like you daddy."

I could see mom smiling over at me, and I patted Cain's but, "alright mini me, let's go get you some lunch. Your mom may be with Chibs today at the docks, but she'll kill me if she calls later and you haven't eaten."

"OKAY!" he grinned, “I want French fries!”

Mom and Clay started talking about getting off in the photo booth, and then he got stopped by Elliot Oswald. I put Cain down, and he took my hand, but hid behind me. He smiled at Tristan, "hi."

She smiled and waved at him, and he hid behind me a little bit more, "hey mom, I'm gonna go to the spinout again."

"Tristan, you've been on it four times already," her mom said, slightly annoyed, “You don’t need to go on it again!”

"So."

Cain grabbed the tickets out of my jeans and started tugging on my jeans, “Daddy…give.  Give.”

I smiled and nodded holding out the tickets to her, "hey. Here."

"That's not necessary."

"It's alright," I grinned, "they kicked me off cuz I was screaming too loud."

I gave her a wink and she didn't know how to respond. She just stared at me.

"What do you say?" her dad boomed.

She turned towards him, then back to me before nodding a 'thanks.'

"You got it."

"We gotta go," I heard her mom mutter. I saw as she gave a fake smile and pinched the back of Oswald's arm. They excused themselves and me and Tig took Cain to get some food.

After we'd had some chicken tenders and fries I saw my little sister appear, "how'd you get here?"

"Juice," she growled, "I thought sack was supposed to pick me up from AA."

"What," Bobby laughed, "lover boy ain't following you around anymore?"

"He's not my lover boy," she hissed, "you guys seen dad?"

"Went in the photo booth with mom.  You may not want to follow them though…they were worse than a couple of high schoolers!" I laughed. She made a disgusted face.

"Aunt Mandy," Cain grinned, ketchup all over his face, "can we go play games. You're so good at the knife game."

"Aunt Mandy is not winning you a knife," I said slowly. I looked across the table at my seventeen-year-old sister, "right?"

"I can do the darts," she shrugged, "I'll get him a stuffed animal?"

I nodded and tossed her a twenty, "come find us later? We gotta talk about some stuff."

"Does it involve what dad and Tig talked to me about?"

I furrowed my brow at her and she shook me off, "never mind. Come on Cain. Let's go win stuff."

"What the hell is she talking about?" I asked, getting up to walk with Tig and Bobby.  Tig pretended not to know anything and kept walking.  A few skinheads walked past us and nodded. 

"Darby's guys?" Bobby asked.  

I shook my head, "don't recognize em." 

"OHHH look at the big bad bikers, huh?" the clown in the dunk tank asked condescendingly.  I laughed, "Gonna get clowny all wet, huh?" 

I gave the carny a few bucks as Bobby tried to get me away from him, "come on Jax." 

"What's the matter tough guy?  Can't put the little ball in the tight hole?" he asked, "bet all your leather wearin butt budies say the same." 

"Oh no no," Tigs said running from behind me, "that's a Bozo no-no." 

We rushed the tank and the clown looked scared, "aw Jesus, you guys.  I was just screwing around.  Come on. " 

TIg pushed the button and I bum rushed the top, "You're going down." 

"Yeah clown boy," Tig grinned, holding the clown under water, “stay down, Bozo.”  

I looked up to see Cain heading our way with Mandy, "shit guys.  Cain's comin." 

We all let go of the clown and started walking off.  He ran up to me with a giant dragon, "DADDY!  Look what Aunt Mandy won." 

"Wow buddy," I said, full of fake enthusiasm, "that's so cool." 

"YEAH!" he cheered.  

"I didn't win him a knife," she laughed, "as promised." 

"What about me?" Tig asked from behind me.  Mandy winked and held out a box that had a switchblade in it, "twinsies?" 

"You know it," she laughed, holding out her other hand that had a matching box, “what would I be without my best friend?”

Tig pulled her towards him and kissed the top of her head, "my god I love you." 

"I love you too Tig," she laughed, ruffling his hair.  She tucked the knife into his pocket and turned to pick up Cain, "alright buddy, what do you want to do next?" 

He yawned and I laughed, "looks like he's ready for a nap." 

"Am not," he sighed, "I jus..." 

He yawned again.  

This time Mandy yawned with him, "you okay?" 

She nodded, putting a hand over her mouth, "I'm fine." 

"Hey guys, the Irish are coming," Juice said, jogging up to us, “we gotta go.”

"Good," I nodded, "you tell Clay?" 

He nodded, "yeah.  He told me to come get you guys." 

"Alright."  

"Hey Amanda," Juice said, "I know I said it earlier, but you look really pretty today." 

She ignored him, and I looked at Tig.  He shrugged.  I poked Juices' shoulder, "you done hitting on my sister?"

"I  wasn-" 

"Sure," I said slowly, "Imma drive Cain back Alicias.  Mikey is there.  Can one of you take Mandy home?" 

"I don't wanna go yet," she sighed, “I-“

"You know what mom said," I said, playing gatekeeper, "and you know that they're gonna start selling beer soon.  It's about five p.m." 

"Fine." 

"I can take her," Juice offered, “it’s no trouble.”

"I got it, kid." Tig said, standing in front of her.  He passed the dragon to Juice, "make sure the dragon gets to the clubhouse for the kid." 

Mandy’s POV

"What do you want?" I asked as I stood behind the bar, grabbing myself a beer.  Juan Carlos grabbed it out of my hand and placed it behind himself. 

"You don't need that," he said simply, "you're a minor." 

"It's none of your damn business," I hissed, trying to reach past him.  He wouldn't let me grab the beer.  He backed me into the corner, and I smirked.  I placed my hand low on his stomach.  I could feel his abs flex underneath my touch.  I slid a little lower until I hit the button on his jeans. 

He grabbed my hand and looked away from me, "we can't do that, Mandy." 

"What if I want you though," I purred in his ear.  I wrapped my hand around his own and pulled it up to my lips, being sure to kiss his palm, then his fingers.  I slowly moved my head side to side, and his thumb parted my lips.  I looked deep into his eyes as I let it go into my mouth.  His eyes became glued to my mouth.  One hand snaked its way to his thigh, getting closer to his crotch every time I glided it over his jeans.  The other, slowly reached for the beer.  He removed his thumb from my mouth and pulled my face to his, allowing me to kiss him.  

For a second, I forgot about my beer.   Forgot that I wanted nothing to do with him.  

Forgot that he refused to sleep with me.  

My hands went beneath his kutte, beneath his shirt, and gripped onto him for all that we were worth.  I moaned softly against his lips and closed my eyes.  

I missed this.

For a second, I remembered what it'd been like before we broke up. 

Then he pulled away.  

His eyes were still closed, and he was biting his lip.  But I could read him like an open book.  Disappointment was written across his face

"I shouldn't have done that." 

"What?" 

"We're broken up," he said, not daring to look me in the eyes, "I shouldn't have kissed you.  I have to go load up the bags for your dad." 

Before I could even respond he turned and walked away from me.  

******

"You up for it, kiddo?" dad asked. I nodded and held my switchblade, tears forming at my eyes. I had been torn from my thoughts of Juice, and what had happened earlier today before they raided some abstinence group.  

Tristan was a friend. Any sick fuck that hurt her deserved the pain. 

"Clay I don-"

"I can do it," I said, putting the knife in my pocket, "I'll do it, daddy."

He nodded and walked over to me, kissing the top of my head. He wrapped his arms around me, "I'm not going to force you to do this...but with what Tig told m-"

"I don't want to talk about why I feel the way I feel," I sighed looking away from him, "I just want to destroy something...and this monste...he deserves it for hurting Tristan."

"Good," he said, pulling away from me, "because if I know one thing, it's that Oswald won't be able to pull the trigger on it. We need a little insurance. I need to know I can count on you, Amanda."

"You can."

"Cl-"

"Alex," daddy boomed, "I don't need your input. This is between me and my daughter."

"It's a club thing though," he said, trying to keep me from it, "she's not in the club."

"I'm not trying to be," I replied. I walked up to Tig and put either hand on his kutte, "I need you to understand though, Uncle Tig. I can't just keep burying this...I need to do something about it."

"You sure you can do it?"

I turned back to my dad and nodded. When it was time to meet up with Oswald, after Jax had gotten the clown that raped Tristan, I was told to keep watch at the edge of the woods. I watched Mr. Oswald meet up with him. He pulled out a knife used to castrate bulls, and I couldn't help but get excited. This pig was going to get what he deserved.

When they ripped open his shirt, I could see the scratch marks from my spot. Tristan had fought back. I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. How could someone do that?

Sure, I felt like I wanted the world to burn...but not that.

I heard Oswald stifle a groan. He felt just as sickened as I did. He dropped the knife and turned away. He couldn't do it.  Daddy whistled and that was my cue. He picked up the knife and handed it to me, "you know what to do, sweetie."

I felt a sickening smile perch itself on my lips as I took the knife in my gloved hand.

"What the hell is this?" Jax asked as I neared the man.

"Hold him still," I whispered, “it’s time that he gets what he deserves.”

My voice didn't even register as my own. It felt so foreign...so in control. The guy began to scream as I got closer. I dropped to my knees and held the knife between the two of us. It glittered in the night's sky.

"I bet she cried too," I said slowly, "and just like you...I won't listen."

I took him in my hand and with the flick of my wrist he no longer had the parts he'd used to violate my friend. His muffled screams got louder as the guys dropped him, and he fell backwards. I turned around and got up, handing the knife to my father and wiping the stray blood when I'd castrated away from my cheek, "he deserves to bleed out."

"Holy shit," my brother gasped. He took me by my upper arm, and I shrugged him loose, making my way up the hill. I knew he was angry as he pointed at me, "what the hell was that?"

"Your little sister knows what it means to protect the club," I heard daddy say calmly, "got some insurance."

Juice’s POV

He's at St. Thomas," Clay smiled, heading over to his bike. He pointed at me, "finish preppin the AKs. Put em in the duffel. Full clips."

"Got it."

"Hey hey. Put these in my box," Tig said, handing me a bag of white pills, “don’t touch em.”

"What are they."

Vitamins," he said quickly, "vitamins."

"Okay."

I waited until they walked off, and I took a few in my hand, popping one in my mouth. They didn't look like vitamins. Definitely didn't taste like them. I popped another one as I made my way into the clubhouse.

Mandy was playing pool by herself.

"Hey."

She ignored me.

I nodded and bit my lip, taking another one of Tigs pills before putting them in my pocket. I went to grab the duffel and headed over to the safe. I dropped it on the pool table, and she glared at me.

"What the fuck?"

I turned back to the safe and put the pills on top. I'd put them in Tig's room when I got done loading the AKs.

"Juice."

I ignored her and opened the safe. She tried to spin me around, but I shrugged her off. She punched me in the arm, and I turned around, grabbing a few AKs, before loading them in the bag. When I turned around, she was in front of me. She uncrossed her arms and put them on either side of me. She leaned towards me and looked into my eyes. I felt her breasts press against me, and I started to feel a little dizzy. Sure, it'd only been about a week, but I was aching for her touch.

"Juan Carlos."

I'd realized that my eyes had trailed down to her breasts. I looked back into her eyes, and she had a devilish grin.

"Yeah?"

Her hand went up to my head, and she traced along my head tattoos. I closed my eyes and began to crane my neck down to kiss those perfectly plump lips of hers. Her body weight moved away from me, and I opened my eyes just in time to see an open palm speeding away towards me.

"SHIT," I hissed, cupping my now red cheek, "what the fuck, Mandy?"

"You ruined my game," she said in a low voice, “fucking asshole.”

"Crazy fucking bitch."

I saw a glimmer in her eye, "what'd you say?"

"I'm not playing your psycho games today, Mandy," I growled, "I got shit to do."

She eyed the pills on top of the safe. I made my way back to them and our hands touched as I grabbed the bag.

"They're Tigs," I said slowly, “hands off.”

She smirked, "I don't care."

"Yeah well I do."

"She eyed me up and down, "come on Juice."

"No," I muttered. I turned around and I pocketed them. I reached in the safe for the clips.

"Come on," she purred in my ear. Her arms wrapped around me. One stayed above my belly button, but I felt the other one begin to stroke me through my jeans, "I know what you want, Juan Carlos."

My head fell forward ever so slightly, and I closed my eyes.

FUCK. It felt good.

Her touching me.

I missed it. I dropped the clips on the ground and flipped around. She dropped to her knees and my belt was gone before I knew what was going on. She only stopped after she'd unbuttoned my jeans. She looked up at me with the most devilish grin. Her hand was still stroking me.

"Fuck...I miss you."

She pulled down my boxers and stood up. Her hand continued to work me over, and she kissed me.

"I need you," she whispered. I closed my eyes, trying to fight off the feelings, “Want to feel you so bad, JC.”

"I can't."

Her hand stopped moving, but I still felt light-headed.

"Juan Carlos..."

"I promised Alicia."

"Then take care of your own damn self," she hissed. When I opened my eyes, she was gone, “asshole.”

I looked back at the clips on the ground, along with my jeans and boxers around my ankles.  Everything was fine until I bent over to pull my pants up.  I got them buttoned, and I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I wanted to throw up and pass out. 

"What the fuck?" 

I pulled the pills from my pocket to check and see what they really were.  No way this shit was vitamins.  I could almost make out the inscription of what it had said before everything started going dark. 

AAHHH fuck. 

"HEY.  Idiot.  Wake up." 

My head felt groggy, but when I opened my eyes, there was a bright light.  It faded and Hale came into focus.  He was nudging me with his boot, "you must've reallly pissed off your buddies." 

I went to speak and noticed that I couldn't.  There was a pacifier in my mouth.  I looked down at my chest to see a sign. 

"Oh shit," I muttered as I pulled the duct taped pacifier from my lips, “fuck.”

"Mhmmm," Hale nodded, as I pushed myself from the grass, "come on.  Get outta here before I slap an indecent exposure on you." 

"oh," I groaned, getting up, "I'm sorry chief.  I'm not sure what...uh-" 

He nodded and I looked down at my chest, "I gotta go...Um. I'm late for my 8:00 feeding." 

"Uh huh," he nodded, holding back laughter.  He took a step to the side, and I began to hobble down the sidewalk after pulling the sign that was stapled to my chest. "Oh.  ow." 

I managed to hobble a few blocks before Mandy appeared in her car, "get in, jackass." 

"Oh, so now you want to talk to me?" 

"I don't agree with what they did," she said, taking a drag of her cigarette, "you're a jackass...and I can't decide if I love or hate you...but this is too much...so get in Juice." 

I hobbled over to her car, "do you mind driving me home?" 

She nodded, moving her purse to the floor, "get in.  We'll figure it out as we go." 

I nodded and got into the car, "you know I love you, right Mandy?" 

She nodded, "I love you too Juan Carlos..." 

I took her hand that was resting on the gear shift, "really.  I love you Mandy...I just…it's gotta be the right time...you know?"

"I get it." 

"Are you just saying you do so I'll shut up?" 

"I can't have a serious conversation with you while you're in a diaper," she laughed, not looking at me, "get home...grab a shower.  I'll make you breakfast, and we'll talk.  Okay?" 

I smiled, "alright." 

Chapter 6

@Lohnes16, @evyiione

[veterantrainerray]

‘Round 120 acres, yeah. Cold as a Glalie’s rear end most of the year, rainy the rest of the year. Ain’t much here outside folks would care for if it weren’t for the Rhyhorn herds and the Rhydon with ‘em. It’s mostly grassland, and the herds keep the weeds down on their own. Grampa Clayton left me his old truck to get ‘round the place and get things done too. My family’s owned this land since before the time of Galar’s first Darkest Day. Last time anyone tried to take it from us was a damn condiment company, of all things. The location caused some “branding confusion” according to them. Grandma took ‘em to court and whupped ‘em good over it.

Bah, got off track. Sorry.

Honestly? Even a place this size ain’t so bad if ya take care not to overcomplicate affairs. That, and keep written to-do lists.

So, uh, what do those of you who do the whole... adventure thing actually intend to do once that, you know, stops? It's gonna eventually. So, like, you have thought about that at least a little bit, right?

[sweetescapeartist]

MY DBS MANGA CHAPTER 70 REVIEW

We learn in the last chapter that the Cerealian Dragon's name is Toronbo when Granolah speaks Namekian. Toronbo grants Granolah's wish but can't make Granolah stronger than the gods.

Here's the confusion I have... Goku is a mortal beyond GoDs so making Granolah the strongest mortal is making him stronger than gods. If you wanna say Beerus has been training and is now stronger than Goku, there's still a problem. It was said that Goku and Vegeta were stronger than some GoDs right before the ToP (but that might be anime only, so maybe it doesn't apply here). So Granolah is stronger than GoDs no matter what. If the gods that Toronbo is speaking of are the Angels, then that means Granolah is Ultra Instinct level of power since Goku is the lowest in Angel tier. But whatever. Bottom line is Granolah is temporarily stronger than Goku who may or may not be stronger than Beerus.

Granolah gets his wish granted and the cost is shortening his life... cool. Not much to say except let's see how its executed.

(I recently read that in DBXV2, during the Infinite History Saga, Videl is enchanted with Towa's Dark Magic spell by Dabura shaving off her life but granting her greater power. So granting power at the cost of lifespan has been done in DB before. Not in canon but in the games.)

Also, Granolah's life being shortened to 3 yrs got me thinking... Currently it's almost AGE 781 in the DBS manga timeline. Goku leaves to train Uub in AGE 784. We got 3 yrs left. The original manga shows Bulma said she hadn't seen Goku in 5 yrs. How I see DBS is that it is an alternate timeline that just happens to have a similar outcome to the EoZ.

So... why is Vegeta learing from Beerus again if Beerus isn't that strong now? Is Vegeta being like Krillin and continuing his learning from a master weaker than him, but gaining wisdom & knowledge? I-is Vegeta becoming Krillin 2.0?! (More like dollar-store Krillin)

I do think beerus got stronger tho. He seems very confident that Vegeta can get stronger from learning from him. Beerus probably saw Goku get UI then decide to train aftet the ToP

Anyways, Beerus is teaching us about hakai/destruction energy. Its erasing something from existence, not just destroying it (we already knew that). But, Vegeta quickly figures out how to do it anyways. By destroying a tiny pebble...

A tangent again but I personally think Piccolo is capable of easily learning Hakai energy. Think about it. Piccolo can create clothing out of nothing, why could he not do the reverse?

Goku is uninterested in what Beerus & Vegeta are doing. I dont know about you, but it sounds like Goku thinks that he's above Beerus in strength. Beerus & Vegeta aren't considered a challenge to him in any way. Goku sees UI as more important & better than anything Beerus has to teach, and Goku is right. Plus Goku learned Hakai on his own while Vegeta needs Beerus to teach him. It's a waste of Goku's time to learn it again.

(God Comics is funny. I imagine Toribot writes them)

Goku says "Let's see which one of us can be the strongest in the universe!" Really, Goku...? At present time, Goku is the strongest mortal in the universe already. He should know that. Then Vegeta for some reason thinks he will become the strongest in the universe. The last time manga Vegeta was the strongest mortal in the universe was... never. He's always behind Goku or whatever new opponent arises. This scene is meant to be comedic that they're arguing over who will be the greatest but it's not funny to me. And yet Vegeta fans still hold on for hope.

But why is Goku concerned about being the strongest between him & Vegeta? Goku is far above Vegeta. They're not rivals at this point. Also, Goku was the strongest in the universe until just a few moments ago. Goku should be saying "I knew bein' the strongest wouldn't last for too long. Roshi did tell me there will always be somebody stronger out there. Hehe! This is gettin' me excited! I can't wait to meet 'em!" (This would alsp parallel Monaito giving Granolah the same advice Goku already knows.)

Also, I guess Broly isn't that strong after all. Bye Broly, you served your purpose. And to think that Goku had said that he thinks Broly is stronger than Beerus...

Oh yeah. So Vegeta destroys a pebble. Impressive? Goku kinda gives a compliment or he is practically saying "Good job Vegeta! You're doing great following in my footsteps!" Seriously, this would be so much better and cooler if this seperate paths of training began right after the Universe 6 vs Universe 7 tournament. That would be the perfect spot to have them train under Beerus & Whis. [Vegeta using Hakai against Merged Zamasu, Goku able to fight Merged Zamasu temporarily because he is getting better at letting his body move on its own, Toppo & Vegeta using Hakai against each other as Goku & Jiren use power above GoDs. That would work so much better.]

Then Vegeta says he's gonna destroy bigger things soon... is that supposed to be more impressive? Its not. But this it to build up Vegeta even though there is nothing amazing about anything he is doing at the moment. Maybe later tho.

So Cerealians can't grow beards. Also I guess Granolah's race don't age? His hair grew when his lifespan was shortened but he has no wrinkles. It seems that they age more gracefully than Saiyans. If he has some wrinkles he would have looked cooler imo. Or those lines under the eyes at the very least. If the wish shortened his life & made his hair grow, it should have also showed that he aged. (Here's an edit I made of "Grampa Granolah." You're welcome)

And remember Vegeta destroying a pebble? Granolah can suddenly destroy big rocks! Cool right?! No? Its not cool? Showing Granolah destroy a much larger object right afterwards kinda belittles Vegeta's accomplishment.

Oatmil is surprised by a boulder exploding. This means one of 2 things. Oatmil is stupid & never saw an Granolah explode a boulder. Or it's implying that the boulder exploding is some technique Oatmil doesn't know of. Idk how he can tell its any different from just blowing up a rock with ki. I think it's supposed to be destruction energy. If it is then, ok. If getting his wish was so easy, then why can't he suddenly learn destruction as well?

Yay! Monaito! (This really should be a Namekian focused arc)

Granolah reminds me of Zamasu with his attitude a bit. Monaito tells him somebody stronger will definetly appear. Granolah has become like Vegeta and is over confident, so he is destined to get humbled. And think about this. Goku can probably train a bit and surpass Granolah within a week.

Granolah can now sense ki. Meaning he can have the destruction technique or UI, because why not?

Monaito blames himself for Granolah's actions. Its not your fault Monaito! You did nothing wrong! Dont be so hard on yourself.

Whis being a creep and peeping on people lol.

Granolah's hair growing was pointless because he cuts it off soon after. Nothing changed visually. This kinda reminds me of how Moro lost his arm. Goku gave him a senzu, Moro grew it back, & then Moro broke his arm when attacking Goku. Then Moro tore his arm off & reattached his old one. There was no need for Moro to grow his arm back then tear it off. Similarly, there is no need for Granolah to have grown long hair then cut it off.

Maki still brings a smile to my face. She & Gas stand out the most out of the Heeters. Maki's personality is kinda like Zangya combined with a teasing Bulma. Gas reminds me of a Krillin/Piccolo fusion with dreadlocks. I also ship Maki x Gas cause they're short and look cute together. (please don't be siblings so I can draw them together🤞)

Granolah fights Oil & Maki. I'm not impressed. They seem like they could be defeated by Chaoitzu (he's stronger than Raditz and probably Nappa now too). Granolah's movements could be seen as UI. If it is or isn't UI, it doesn't matter. Showing off that kind of power is like Goku using Ultra Instinct during a rematch with Nam or King Chappa. Its not effective storytelling. There had to be a better way of showing Granolah's new strength than making him fight opponents that give him zero challenge.

The art is good as usual and the panel flow is nice. Toyotaro is improving at creating the illusion of motion. The environment being used in the fight was smart and a good visual. Toyo still uses a ton of panels almost every page tho. But he's still a better artist than I am.

Granolah appears to have used Hakai again. Not the explosive variant but the sand variant (yes I think there are 2 ways of using Hakai).

The "Sand Variant" that Beerus & Goku (& maybe Granolah) have used.

The "Explosive Variant" Beerus & Vegeta (& maybe Granolah) have used.

Maki thinks the "Hakai" is magic so that's interesting. I would say I'd like for the next enemy to be a magic user but, we know how Moro turned out... 😓

Maki has "ki claws" & I like the idea but it would be better if she had used it against an enemy she can defeat. It doesn't make her look useful in this fight. Gas seems confident when he is about to fight Granolah, but Elec stops him. Gas would've gotten beaten but it make ya wonder what Gas can do.

Granolah appears to be a person that is easily manipulated and persuaded. He even gave information they weren't even asking for. He'll probably be easily convinced and manipulated by Freeza/the Hedters or quickly have a truce with Goku.

The Heeters plan to go to Planet Cereal to get the Dragon Balls. As I suspected, the Cerealian Dragon Balls were created so that it would be easy for wishes to be granted. Gathering 2 Dragon Balls on a nearby planet instead of gathering 7 on New Namek or Earth. Plus these new Dragon Balls ensures no interaction between Earthlings & Granolah/the Heeters. A perfect way to write Gohan & company out of the story... *sigh* 😔😒

We learn Cerealians live for 2 centuries. How's that compare to other races in Universe 7? Freeza & King Cold apparently can live more than 200 yrs, But that may be because they are mutants. Namekians can live for like 500 yrs & its possible for them to reincarnate themselves too. So in a way, Namekians can live forever. Saiyans stay youthful & live to be in their 80's, but rapidly age when they reach their 60's or 70's. Average Earthlings appear live to be in their 80's or 90's but some are over 100 yrs old (Dr. Briefs, Panchy, & Ox King are in their 90's in GT) and others can increase their lifespan through elixers or the Paradise Herb. Just some thoughts of mine.

Maki says "If he ices Freeza..." Ha, an ice pun. Elec wants to defeat Freeza so he can control his army. Its revealed they wanna kill Granolah & that they worked with Freeza to destroy his planet & race. Well... that more than likely means they're gonna die by Granolah's hand or Freeza's. This info is also an attempt to make the reader more sympathetic for Granolah. Granolah is too bland (pun intended) so I don't feel any more sympathy than I already had for him. Elec plans to make Goku & Vegeta fight Granolah since Granolah hates Saiyans. Smart but we all kinda expected it. Not bad writing tho.

The final panel talks about fate bringing the 3 (Goku, Vegeta, & Granolah) together. Sounds like a repeat of the Broly movie.

We've had 4 chapters in this arc & not 1 panel of Freeza... If Freeza doesnt appear & do something in the next chapter then I will be disappointed in the writing. Showing Freeza here and there would give tension and build up until we get the encounter with him. We also have no idea who Oatmil is. Is he an A.I. or a person? Not that big of a deal yet, but I would like to find out soon. Either show Freeza or tell us more about Oatmil next chapter pleaae

This chapter was like oatmeal (the food not the character) without butter, brown sugar, milk, & honey or raisins. Not bad, but not very good either. 

So here's my thoughts on the things that could or could not happen in this arc.

Goku vs Granolah. I don't care for the fight because the power is at a point that it doesnt make sense for enemies to get to without cheating somehow. The fight will look cool but I have no interest in it.

Vegeta vs Granolah will have Vegeta being stomped as always and Vegeta fans will make excuses & complain how it's not fair. A lot of Vegeta fans often make fun of Yamcha & Krillin for getting beat up even though those 2 bravely fight opponents leagues stronger than they are. Vegeta has gotten stomped by opponents more times than Krillin & Yamcha combined but the fans gotta deflect somehow. I don't care to hear or see the complaining again.

The interaction and dialogue between Granolah & Vegeta is going to be more interesting than their fight. But I worry because Toyo isn't the best at writing dialogue.

I have no reason to care about power growth, certain interactions, or Goku & Vegeta's training.

What I am curious about/want to see?

Monaito's well being. I want him to reunite with other Namekians. But I think he's been set up to die.

Lore about the dragon gods & Namekian lore we probably wont get.

I want Piccolo, Krillin, Gohan, & others will be involved. Piccolo because of the Namekian & wosh granting dragon lore. Gohan because his interaction with Granolah eould be interesting since Gohan is half Saiyan & views himself as an Earthling. Krillin & other Earthlings because they can bring tensions where characters like Goku & Vegeta can't. Those 2 are too strong for there to be any real tension. However Earthlings aren't all powerful so them using wits to survive is more exciting. But I doubt any of their involvement.

How long a Cerealian year is? Is it shorter than a Namekian year? How much time will pass for the Cerealian Dragon Balls to be active? How much stronger than Granolah will Goku get? Hopefully the answers aren't lazy...

Will Beerus finally fight somebody? There are 6 mortals that are near or above his power (Goku, Granolah, Vegeta, Broly, Freeza, Gohan).

Who's the villian of the next arc & what explanation is going to be given for them having power on the level of Angels? Angel tier fights don't sound interesting to me anymore. After those kinds of battles, Goku will have no challengers left.

Will Goku disappear to train or something so the story can TRY to match up with the EoZ?

Will Goten, Trunks, & Marron hit their growth spurts within 3 yrs?

Will we get spin-off manga about other characters? PLEASE!? 🙏

Also DBS moved too quickly when it comes to power. Now we're at the point that Goku & Vegeta need to stop being involved in fights for there to be any actual threat or tension. The Buu saga took place in AGE  774. After training for 4 years of peace, Goku thought SS3 & fusion was his limits as a Saiyan and he was right. Well, kinda... Goku was introduced to god ki near the end of AGE 778. Then in AGE 781, Goku masters Ultra Instinct... He mastered an Angel technique in 2 year or 2.5 yrs. That was waaaay too fast. As a result the storytelling & writing are suffering from this rushed progress. Now we're gonna have an Angel tier opponent? According to the pattern of DBS, Goku's gonna end up surpassing the Angels within 2 or 3 yrs after learning god ki. Thats not impressive for Goku, that's terrible writing. And no, Goku getting this strong so fast is not a benefit to Saiyans either. It just shows us that without god ki, Saiyans ain't all that powerful unless they're the legendary Saiyan like Broly. Saiyans didn't even have a concept of training until Goku was trained by Earthlings. Gohan, Freeza, 17, & I'm pretty sure Piccolo as well have all surpassed SS3 without the help of god ki. God ki makes Saiyans look like they have limits. With god ki, the writing is broken....

I got off topic again... Anyways that's the end of my review.

[icicleteeth]

So I wrote a tiny ESO AU with @your-holy-mountain​ ‘s Finn and my dunmer Servyn for the laffs and because I got emotional about Finn being a good friend because Tii is a good friend of mine enjoy the trash under the cut...

(Disclaimer though, this isn’t going to be super well written at all, as it’s just an off the cuff little ficlet alsjfdj)

The early morning rabble of Mournhold’s central trading plaza sings with the hustling and bustling of a city which never sleeps nor rests--men, mer, beast, automata, and sometimes tamed daedra fill the streets in a near shoulder to shoulder crowd, all of which with important work for important people to attend to, though none of which called themselves nor anyone else by their real names, as such work wasn’t so important as to interrupt the annual weekly celebration of the Jester’s Festival--an honored holiday amongst all of Tamriel where Khajiiti named Kitty Kitty Bang Bang and Bosmer named Big Meat Indulgence address eachother as such unabashedly, as if it were completely normal and expected to do so.

Servyn wished he could join in on such festivities. He quite hated his name and would usually revel in any excuse to change it (even if temporarily)...but there wasn’t much use in changing one’s name when said one is a street Dunmer. He never had any reason to give anyone his real name, let alone a silly made up one. Most just called him Beggar. He supposed “Beggar” was a better name than “Servyn”, but it would feel odd to share the same name as every other beggar in Mournhold (of which there were many). 

He lies curled up on the ground against the blacksmith’s plaza. Many filter in and out without noticing him much, though this particular spot gave a perfect view of the city’s wayshrine, where those coming in from all over Tamriel will inevitably see him, as the blacksmith’s is right across from the shrine’s entryway. Servyn looks to his tattered cap a few feet away, and makes a heartless effort to reach for it without having to get up (this being for a lack of motivation, he tells himself. Not because he doesn’t trust his legs to give out the moment he tries to use them). He’s able to brush the tip of it, but gives up trying to check it. Probably no coins in there anyway. At least watching the large guild stores haggle with passing knights and mages and trading goods he could never hope to behold in his life brought him some amusement. The aforementioned humorous names exchanged while doing so helped a bit, too.

Something was sniffing--a breathy heavy sniffing--at him. Servyn had managed to shift between laying on his side facing the streets to instead face the wall some time ago, which he’d done so when watching a trader present a whole roasted bantam guar became too much to handle. This seemed like a good idea at the time, though it meant he couldn’t see what was currently invading his personal space; not that this was too unusual. Street animals were just as numerous as street mer, and even they weren’t desperate enough to gobble up filthy urchins with hardly any meat on their bones. Just let it happen and it’ll go away. 

“What’s that you found, Dandelion?”

At the sound of a man’s voice close behind him, Servyn twitches and sweats. Okay, so it isn’t a nix hound. That’s fine. Right? He’ll take one look at me, reel back in repulsion for a few seconds, and let me go--

Before he’s able to finish that thought, he’s suddenly off the ground, for whatever was sniffing at him decided to pick him up and carry him by his shirt. The first thing he sees is the large bear paws--bear paws!--shuffling below him on the ground. The second thing he sees is an even larger Breton man in a black tunic and huge muscles adorned with intricate tattoos standing before him.

This is it, then! This is where I die, right here and right now! Be it by the hands of a strongman or in the belly of a bear...or both! All he could muster is quick desperate breathing, for it was useless to cry for a guard. They wouldn’t care to see a beggar go, anyway.

As expected, the Breton reels back with a look of surprise--though this surprise doesn’t seem like one of disgust.

“Wow! You found a baby grampa, Dandie! Amazing!”

Grampa? He was hardly past his early twenties! Not that he was offended by the mixup--his hair is naturally white, and the unkempt nature of his facial hair could certainly fool anyone into thinking he was an old man. The uncontrollable shaking in fear surely ought to tell the man he was far from a grizzled elder. Now you’re just giving him more reason to see you as easy prey!

“Oh, but will you please let him go, Dandie? Most people don’t like being held by a bear’s maw--I know, I don’t get it either. But it is what it is!”

Just as commanded, the bear releases Servyn, who falls to the ground like dead weight. Were it not for his still raspy and frantic breathing, one could easily assume he were already dead.

“Sorry about that, little elf! Dandie likes magical things, because she’s magical too! But that means you’re magical, right?” 

Not really. He may know a good deal more magic than the average street rat, but it was only simple magic he picked up from beginner’s spell books in the public library. He likely paled in comparison to the city’s many wizards and Telvanni mages. Surely this adventurous looking man has seen a good number of better mages to gawk at.

“Finnegan Stormborne, at your service!” he bows, and squeaks “and Dandelion, at yours as well!” in his best (and frankly impressive) falsetto. The bear still seemed uncomfortably interested in Servyn, but he was powerless to run away. He didn’t want to talk to the stranger, but decided maybe if he engaged in small talk with the man, then he may be generous enough to not let his bear tear him to shreds.

“Is...that your Jester’s name, sera?”

The Breton blinks, though is silent for only a moment before bursting into hearty laughter.

“Ha! I could never be a real jester, no. They’re funny on purpose, you see.”

“I...do?” The intentions of the Breton named Finnegan were lost on him. It didn’t seem like information--which was good, because Servyn wasn’t like the other beggars in that way. It didn’t seem like he simply wanted an easy target to bully, as he hasn’t done so--yet. It couldn’t be money, because surely the last place you’d look for extra gold is--

“Say, you dropped your hat!” 

Oh. Maybe it is money after all. Servyn doubted anything was in it anyway, but on the off chance there was...well. He supposed it wasn’t the first time he’d resigned himself to another night of sleeping hungry, though he didn’t have much time to lament about this, as he feels something placed on his head, and a handful of coins presented to him.

“These were inside it, too. Best hide ‘em, you never know when the gold-eating rats decide to come out...”

The what?

With great effort, Servyn sits up to better address Finnegan (though slightly wilting at the man’s towering height).

“There are no gold-eating rats here, sera. Or anywhere...at least, I don’t think so...” He cuts his own sentence off quickly, fearing the man would snap at him for talking back.

“Oh! That’s just what I call tax collectors. But eh, what does sera mean, by the by? Do you mean to say “serenade”? Cus I’m always in the mood for a song, and I don’t do so well, being tempted with a good time!”

Now it’s Servyn’s turn to blink. Finn, on other hand, seems jovial as a drunken Nord.

“Yeah, you know what? What do you say to a night in, Dandelion? I’ll get you a good roast, sing some songs...hey! Why don’t you join us, Dunmer? Dandie seems to really like you!”

Now the Breton must really be out of his mind. Him? In a tavern? With other people, who will probably sneer at the presence of a vagrant in their establishment? Alongside a stranger, no less!? The worst part was said stranger seemed genuine in his offer--but it didn’t matter. He shouldn’t go. He can’t go.

“Erm! I’d be happy to join you, Sir Finnegan, but my legs aren’t very strong, and I don’t think I will be able to stand...nor do I think tavern patrons would stand me, if you understand what I’m saying. You’d best be off on your own, the local tavern is that way--”

In an instant, Servyn, for the second time, is lifted off the ground; this time in the rock-hard muscular arms of Finnegan (a feat not difficult for him at all, as Servyn’s meager height of under five feet tall and malnourished frame required no more effort to lift than a sack of potatoes). This time he does yelp, though it comes out more akin to a frightened squeak.

“If that’s all that’s stopping you, then I can help with that! By the way, you can call me Finn. Now, where’d you say the nearest tavern was? That way? Come on, Dandelion!”

Servyn wasn’t sure which was worse: watching Finn dance the Lava Foot Shuffle directly on the Flaming Nix Inn’s hot coal stove, or watching Dandelion gnaw at roasted salmon. Neither one helped calm the frantic anxiety for his new friend‘s wellbeing...or the ravenous appetite of his long-unfed stomach. Finn notices this, and hops off the coals for a moment.

“Hey, are you alright? If you tell me your name, I can sing a song about you!”

In truth, Servyn wasn’t really paying attention to Finn. In an attempt to look somewhere else, his eyes ended up settling on the large cauldron of duck soup cooking behind the innkeeper’s counter. He didn’t notice the bit of drool escaping his mouth, but Finn does, with a sad “Oh.”

Before Servyn knew it, a bowl is presented to him, with Finn kneeling down a bit to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, friend. I should’ve known you must be famished, being on the streets and all. Do you like this stuff?”

Were Servyn in a different position, he’d beat himself up for such rudeness, as he didn’t wait to ask before taking the bowl from Finn’s hands without a single word and wolfing the soup down in a hunched up ball on the bench. Finn, however, is more than happy to let his friend be, and return to his dancing, only turning around to say: “I paid the chef for as many bowls as you want, so don’t be shy if you want more!”

Three bowls and an unceremonious belch later, Servyn lies sleepily against Dandelion, who situated herself behind the mer and quite enjoys acting as a large fluffy pillow while she dozes a bit herself. Finn, in his never-ending zeal, still happily dances amongst the coals whilst singing a new song about a Nordic king in a far-off kingdom. However, once noticing his ursine companion give a big toothy yawn, he stops singing.

“Ah, suppose you’re right, Dandie. It’s getting late. Hey innkeep! I’ll have two rooms for the night, put it on my tab, will you?” He makes to leap gracefully off the coals, but trips on a particularly odd-shaped stone and falls with a thud and a nonchalant “Ow.” Servyn perks up, immediately worried for Finn, and is not calmed down despite the Breton getting up easily and without distress.

“The second room I bought is for you, Dunmer. You don’t have to take it, but I thought it’d be better than going back to the streets. It’s no big expense on me, either way.”

There wasn’t time to worry about that right now. Struggling to get up, Servyn manages to stand, though with wobbly legs and a belly that felt much heavier than he was used to.

“Sir Finn, your arm..!” He points to a raw patch of skin which endured direct contact with the coals, and is now a large splotch of pink. Finn shrugs.

“Oh, don’t worry about that! I’ll take care of it later. But you look exhausted, friend. I can carry you to your room, if you’d like. Or the streets, I guess...if that’s what you want...”

Without thinking, Servyn trudges over to Finn, half of his energy focused on not collapsing, and the other half dedicated to channeling a healing spell. He all but collapses into Finn’s arms, but is able to cast the spell on the burned skin, and watches with relief as it mends right before his eyes--and Finn’s who stares in awe.

“Say, I knew you were magical! My arm feels good as new!” He hugs Servyn a bit tighter than he’d like, but thankfully the man has enough foresight to not put his usual effort into the embrace. He now cradles his friend, who looks to the floor sheepishly.

“It was just a simple spell, and was the least I could do, given the kindness you’ve shown me...” 

“Simple? I’d say that’s a real talent you have there! Have you tried joining the local Mages Guild? I bet they’d love to have you!”

Of course not. Someplace as prestigious as a guild would turn him away the moment they saw him, with his dirty untamed hair and filthy ragged tunic and patchwork pants. Finn was the weird one for not doing the same. Why didn’t he do the same?

Knowing he expects and answer, Servyn simply shakes his head. Finn makes his way up the stairs, still with the mer in tow, who doesn’t object or ask to be taken back to the streets.

“You should! I work for them sometimes. Sort of. I find these weird books all over the place that they’re interested in, but lots of mages are real stuck up. They complain and say things like “Finnegan, why is it covered in swamp stains?” Maybe because I found it in a swamp! You wouldn’t care if I gave you a book I found in a swamp, right?”

Servyn once again shakes his head, and mutters “a book is a book, sera. It’s not your fault it happened to end up in a swamp.”

“Right!? See, you understand, and I bet you would call me Finn instead of Finnegan. Mages do that to sound regal, but it’s too formal for me! Wish I had a friend in the guild who wasn’t so stuck up...like you!”

They reach a door. Finn pushes it open with his shoulders, and lays Servyn on the single bed. He blushes a bit--at the softness of the mattress and blankets so foreign and long forgotten after years of sleeping rough, and at the seemingly never-ending kindness of the Breton man.

“I’ve got to tuck Dandelion in now, but I’m in the room just across from yours. You can knock if you need me.”

Finn turns around, but before he’s able to leave the room, a soft voice interrupts him.

“S-Servyn! My name is Servyn. So you know who to...um, send the bill to. I don’t know when I can pay it back but--”

“Servyn, eh? I like it! Now I know exactly how to introduce you to the Magister! This is fantastic! Thanks for telling me, Servyn. But I’ll let you sleep now, okay? We’ll need all our strength for tomorrow, after all!”

The door clicks shut before Servyn is able to retort back. He isn’t sure whether he’s decided to give up on understanding Finn or understanding why he let the Breton sweep him up into a tavern room to begin with--all he knew was he was tired, much so that he didn’t want to think about it anymore. He could hear the man from the hallway baby-talking (presumedly to his bear) but didn’t feel at all annoyed by this break in silence. Finn’s voice truly exude a warmth so rarely heard, even from the kindest Temple priests. Servyn couldn’t bring himself to complain, and felt odly...okay with him knowing his true name, and he knowing Finn’s, and this sickeningly sweet okay-ness that he never thought he’d ever feel again lulls him into a gentle sleep. 

But if anyone else asks, my name is Captain Sujamma Guzzler.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #376

“when the wind bends the branch to softly touch me  /  when the band plays your song  /  i feel strong enough to keep dreaming”

If your s/o smoked pot/did drugs would you care? Yes, but for pot that's only because it's illegal here. I also find smoking to be a turn-off, but I'd be able to look past that if it was for actual health reasons. Do people ever call you by your last name? No. Has the last person you dated/fell in love with ever seen you cry? Yes. Where are you going on your next vacation (or where do you WANT to go)? I've got none planned, nor do I know where I'd want to prioritize. Like there's South Africa, but I first need to get healthier before I could handle the heat and trudging through sand. I want to go to Yellowstone National Park to spread Teddy's ashes there (seeking permission of course), but again, I need to be in better shape before I go on a venture of photographing there, as well. I need to be healthier to do a lot of the things I want to... Do you own anything bought in another country? No. Who do you text the most? Sara. Four things you wish you had? Better health (including mental), financial stability, a job, and motivation to indulge more in my artistic hobbies. What was the last thing you cried about? Stress regarding this dog we're stuck with. What is your favorite Elvis song? Probably "You're The Devil In Disguise." Do you think you could be the next American Idol? Ha, absolutely not. Do you prefer reading fiction or non-fiction? Fiction, by a long shot. Does anybody send you money in the mail for your birthday? No. My grampa used to, but he's been dead a couple years. Who is one person you met and automatically didn’t like? I was not a fan of a doctor I once saw for my tremors. She was very rude and just threw the idea of me having Parkinson's or something at what, 17 years old or whatever? My psychiatrist knows her as well and knows she's a whackjob. Heard her name and was essentially like "ew" lmao. What monster would you be most afraid to have in your closet? A male one with a knife, I guess. I really hate knives. And men scare me anyway. Which Adam Sandler movie do you like the most? I don't know, he's in too many to possibly think of one right off the top of my head. Who was one of your first celebrity crushes? Jesse McCartney was my first true love, haha. Have you ever been hit on through text messages? Yes. Do you have to do any yard work? No. Have you ever mowed the lawn? No. Do you get an allowance? No. Did you ever know your great grandparents? I think I knew one? There was this woman from my childhood I knew as "GG" for "great grandma," but I have no recollection of who she was related to or even if she was directly related to me. I remember that I really really liked her, though. Do you like the taste of Tums? It's the texture I really don't like. The candy-like Tums though, y'know, not the chalky ones, I like more than someone should like medicine, haha. How about Pepto Bismol? Omfg no. Do you have a fast or slow metabolism? I have a slow metabolism, but thank Christ it's not as bad as when I was on Abilify. That stupid fucking medicine was the reason I gained so much weight that I haven't been able to lose. What’s your favorite onomatopoeia? (Crash, bang, zoom, meow) I dunno. Do you eat ramen? There's only one specific kind of ramen I've had that I like: Yakisoba's spicy chicken one. Sweet or regular pickles? Regular. I don't like sweet pickles. What kind of dreams do you have most often? Since my nightmares started, violent ones. I'm usually trying to defend myself or lashing out at someone myself. What do you do for personal growth? I try to be a deep thinker, for one. This can way too easily lead to overthinking, but I appreciate that I think it at least helps me learn from my mistakes and work towards making me a better person. I need to start challenging my anxiety more, as that would definitely be massive growth... If you could read anyone’s mind, who would be the first person you’d read? Jason's, only because all I want to know is if he thinks I was emotionally abusive after the breakup or not. But I also don't want to know. Do you have a makeup item or style trick that you feel improves your look significantly and that you feel like you couldn’t go without now that you have it? No. What’s your favourite cereal? Probably Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but I like a lot of cereals. Do you prefer red wine or white wine? I don't like wine. Way too bitter. Do you read Reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like? I don't, but I've thought about lurking on a reptile husbandry one or something like that. Might learn some stuff. But at the same time, there are so many conflicting and very strong opinions amongst hobbyists to the point of awful toxicity that I'd rather not read. Have you recently broken up with a significant other or even just a friend? No. Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying? God no. When was the last time you played a board game? What did you play? Probably Scrabble back when Sara visited. Do you primarily use cash or card for your purchases? Why? Cash, because I don't have a debit or credit card. Do you believe sex should be mandatory in an ongoing dating relationship? Um, no? Some people don't care for it, and that's completely fine. Have you ever recorded yourself doing a cover of a song? No. Any secrets you’d never tell anyone? No matter how close they are to you? Yes. Do you like deviled eggs? NO. FUCK that yolk shit. What career are you most interested in? I still think my first career goal, a paleontologist, would be most interesting and exciting. Like just IMAGINE discovering a new dinosaur. And it's such a job of passion - you have to be so, SO careful and invest so much time in slowly recovering it from millions of years of rock and sand and time. I can only imagine the feeling of accomplishment when an excavation is complete. Have you ever seen a rooster? Yeah? What do you think about religion? Honestly, I personally wish it had never been a thing. It's brought with it so much hatred and bigotry, but I do acknowledge at the same time it's brought great comfort and hope to some people, and that's wonderful. But just all things considered, I feel it's done more harm than good. What’s your favorite sweetheart name (baby, honey, angel, dumpling) Probably "lovely." Has a little kid ever fallen asleep on your lap before? Yes, back when I babysat my neighbor's kid once. Have you ever thrown a grenade? Yikes, no. Have you ever talked face to face with someone famous before? No. Have you ever owned a rocking horse? I don't think so? If you could meet anyone in the world who would it be? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Have you ever wished you were dead? Yes. Is it awkward when people start talking all deep around you? No, I actually like deep convos. Have you ever played the old school Pac Man arcade game? Possibly? Ever played Mario Karts on Nintendo 64? No. Have you ever been scuba diving? No. Can you surf/boogie board? No. Do you like Chinese food, Mexican food, or American food better? American. What’s your favorite thing to order from Taco Bell? Cheese quesadilla and fiesta potatos. Sometimes I get the cinnabon delight thingies, but I avoid 'em with how unhealthy they are. Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers? Pretty hot. Do you like to swing? I LOVED swinging as a kid. I haven't done it in a very long time now. How about jumping on a trampoline? I loved that as a kiddo, too. I haven't done that in years. What are you favorite color eyes? Sapphire blue or like an emerald green. Do you have long arm hair? Nah, at least I don't think so. What third generation console is your favorite? PS3, Xbox 360, or Wii? I loved my PS3. I'm still so bummed mine broke. How often do you like to have sex? I'm not sexually active, but even when I was, I didn't care. Do you have a facial expression you seem to pull a lot? What is it? Not really. I think I look stoic most of the time. Do you always listen to music when you’re online? No; I usually have a let's play or something like that on that I can split my screen and watch while doing something else. If so, what are you currently listening to? I'm listening to "Love Goes On And On" by Lindsey Stirling and Amy Lee right now. Do you ever forget how to do really simple things? Like what? Yes, like how to control the laundry machine and other things like that. There's just so many options that I never, ever remember what to set it to, no matter how many times Mom shows me. That's how my memory is with most things these days, really... Were you born with naturally straight teeth? No; I needed braces. If you were the opposite gender, what name would you like to be called? Uhhh maybe Severin. Do you prefer original or sour Skittles? I love both, but sour wins. What about chocolate or peanut M&M’s? I also enjoy both, but the original are better. Your favourite band: Do you prefer their old or new stuff? That's like... impossible to answer, lol. I just love everything. Do you check to make sure your ear phones are going in the right ear? No. Do you secretly still listen to Ace of Base? I have no idea who that is. Have you ever broken someone else’s bone? No, thank goodness. I'd feel awful. Is it stupid to think you can write a book at thirteen? No?????????? There are incredibly talented writers out there at young ages. Hell, I remember as a kid, I wanted to be the youngest published author way before that age. Are you ever embarrassed about what you dream about? There've been some I wouldn't share. Have you ever had sex with someone as a favor? No, and I never would. Does your mom let you date? I'm 25, my dude. She let me when I felt ready, though. If you had the last person you kissed’s Facebook password, would you go snooping through their stuff? Why or why not? She doesn't have one, but hypothetically, fuck no. Because that's none of my damn business, and it still wouldn't be even if we were still dating. Have you ever fainted? If so, when was the last time? If not have you ever come close? I've fainted once when I was a teen and have come close many other times. Ever take a keyboarding class? Do you type using the skills you learned in class, or how you used to before you took the class? Yeah; it was mandatory for I think one year in middle school. I type how I was taught in there. Do you find your best friend’s significant other/crush attractive? She doesn't have an s/o, and idk who her "real" crush is, as much as she'd love Frieza to be real, haha. What do you do with your clothes that don’t fit anymore or just don’t want? Donate them. Do you cut out coupons? My mom will keep some fast food ones she gets in the mail sometimes. Did you ever breathe in helium and talk funny afterwards? I think I did once at a birthday party, but I'm unsure. Would you ever open your own business? If so, what kind of business could you imagine yourself having? I want to be a freelance photographer so, so badly. I want to specialize in nature and wildlife, but having a boudoir studio would be great to help keep me afloat, plus I adore the art of boudoir. I've shot it once for an old friend, and by god, I loved how empowered it made her feel, especially as a plus-sized woman. She adored the pictures, and I'd just love to help other clients feel like they're gorgeous in their unique body, too. Last type of candy you ate? I had a donut from Starbuck's yesterday. Did you decorate your house for Halloween? If so, how many decorations? Did you go all out, or just put up a few things? Mom and I don't really decorate anymore. :/

[radgabriel]

A slightly unbiased interview with Luke Benson

((_ — luke bilyk. seventeen. cismale. he/him_ )) why is LUKE BENSON leaving the police station? i know the JUNIOR when HE HAD A CRUSH ON BAILEY and the last time they saw her, THEY WERE PLAYING TRUTH OR DARE. and if that doesn’t scream guilty, maybe the fact that bailey knew THAT HE HAD CHEATED AT HIS LAST ANTIDOPING TEST does. ((_ — ooc. Mik. 21+. GMT+1. He/him _))

1. What’s your full name? 

“Benson, Luke Benson.” Grins…. “Luke is fine, or Benny, or whatever.”

2. What does your name mean? Does it have any significance in your family? Do you like your name? ”

“Well, mom is Catholic, and Luke is an evangelist or something, although, well, my parents are also huge Star Wars fans, so there is that… I asked them once, they just grinned, so yeah, safest bet, I’m named after a Jedi.” Chuckles.”And my grand-grandpa is named Luke, grandpa hates him and dad hates grandpa, so well, another theory there.””

3. Age and Date of Birth?  ”

“Going to be eighteen on July 18th. Yep, speaking of birthday, If you need like, to think of a present, I won’t mind a car.” wink wink.

4. Gender and Pronouns? ”

Male… He/Him Yep, nothing else to say there.””

5. Where are you From? How long have you been in town? ”

“Hey, that’s two questions you know? Easy ones though, born and bred here baby.””

6. Anything else about your family?”

“Well, it’s complicated and well, easy at the same time.” Beat. “It’s just me, mom and dad. Names? Monica and John.”

I was… Well, they were kinda my age when they got me, they weren’t even really dating, but still married, our grampas and grandmas disagreed. Yeah to put it lightly, I think I have met them all once, maybe... Uncle Paul and aunt Mary are kinda cool though. ”

Mom and dad are kinda headstrong, runs in the family I think, so yeah they fight sometimes, but things usually works out.”

We are broke, but mom and dad always cared about me, busted their asses to give me the best life. Fuck,  I ain’t going to let them down you know? They will be freaking proud. I help out when I can, you know? Side jobs and stuff, dad taught me how to do a lot of shit.” ”

7. How is your place?”

“Fanciest part of the town.” Beat. “I’m a bad liar am I? Trailer park, place is fine though and it’s just temporary ok?“ Lowers the tone of the voice “Yeah only seventeen years so far.””

8. What’s your room like?”

“Not exactly a room, but I’d call it an ordered mess… I swear I can always find everything and I keep things tidy.” Ruffles the hair on the back of his neck and looks away. “Yeah… I’m not much at home though, life is busy you know?””

9. How is school doing? ”

“Doing great. I mean I haven’t been held back… yet… I kinda suspect that the staff has a soft spot for us in the football team though. Whatever, I’m not an A student, but I don’t suck, I need decent grades for college you know?” ”

10. Do you like it at school? ”

“Yeah sure. School ain’t bad, girls are hot and I can play football, I mean… we are going to kick ass this year and… well.. You know what happened though. It’s messed up.” Frowns and looks down. “Sorry got something in my eye.””

11. Favourite Subject? Clubs? Extracurriculars?”

“Next question? Well I dont’ suck at sciency stuff.” Looks away.”

“Nope, too busy…” Frowns. ”

“Football, fuck yeah! And Boxing so you are warned don’t piss me off.” Laughs.”

12. Plans after school?”

“I have heard that the patriots are a fine team...” Chuckles. “NFL would be awesome right?” Beats. “No honestly, it’s scholarship or bust, if it works out and it will I’m gonna go for a college team and become a doctor. If it doesn’t I don’t fucking know ok? It will. Got to.””

13. Any Strenghts?”

“Is this a job interview? Come on. Ok fine. I’m a cool guy, got ball-” ”

“Luke! Language.””

“Sorry mom, I mean got ‘determination’ to sell.” Grins. “Love to make friends, I rock at sports, I don’t turn into a scared doe when under a spotlight, if you know what I mean… Ah and if you are my friend, you’re set for life.””

14. … and weaknesses?”

“Flaws… None whatsoever. Well, I’m too modest perhaps…” Chuckles and looks away. ”

“Luke! Honest.” ”

“Well, I… I don’t always think much before I act, yeah there is that.” Ruffles the hair on the back of his neck._ “My ex says that I think with my d- Ok mom  no need to glare like that. And I mean it’s not just that, I kinda let my emotions reign ok? And maybe, I just like the spotlight a bit too much..._””

“Yeah a bit…””

Chuckles. “Yeah a lot… ok mom. And what else I do put myself first, too much maybe, I have been told that, but I mean who doesn’t? I… well I’m not made for boring stuff, I’m a fucking monster when I train, can go on for hour…You know? Ladies...” Smirks… “... but well I can sit down on books for like five minutes top.” ”

“And well, I want to win? Is it a sin? Fuck no.”  Gets playfully smacked in the head. “Sorry…””

15. Hobbies\Interests?”

“Well I play a lot of sports and I fucking love it, can’t stay indoor too much, even if the weather sucks. Mom taught me how to play guitar, mine is fucking old, but still great.  So yeah  I can try for rock star if the NFL doesn’t work out.” Chuckles. “Love the ocean, gonna own my own boat one day.” Longingly looks away.”

“I can play beat-em-ups games with friends for hours, but alone, I get fucking bored in like a second. Ah and Star Wars rocks, yeah even the prequels, but I mean, with a name like mine.” ”

16. Did you know Bailey Murphy? ”

“I’d… Don’t want to talk about her ok?” Looks away. “I… well, when I was a kid, I got like, an huge crush for her, I think she was the first.” Frown. “Hey, not first like That… we were kids… It took all of my courage just to hold hands you know?” Chuckles, but the eyes look wet. “We were friends ok? Just that.” ”

“Fuck if I find out the asshole that.” Clenches fists. “Get the fuck out ok we are done here.””

[b00bconnoisseur]

60 questions for @not-my-brain

1. selfie.......Ugghhhh ok. Imma take one rn

Ok here u go (yes thats a bmth shirt)

2. what would you name your future kids?.....Ooo hmmm well when i was a kid i really liked the names disney, and mesiah. I didn't know at the time that mesiah was another name for god i think lol. I liked it cause of handlers mesiah. I still do. Ooo and maybe Tj too

3. do you miss anyone?......Yeah. My friends on Pinterest from a year ago. My friend lucas. Stan lee. Bob ross. My cousin who died from cancer some years ago. Snape. Sirius. Lupin. Tonks. Dobby. *continues to name every unfortunate death in hp*

4. what are you looking forward to?.......SE-YA next month!! Its the south eastern young adult festival at this college. You can have meet n greets with authors and alot of stuff its the besstttt

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?......DEFINATELY. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @sammchenry my friend lucas and @septembersbloom. ^^

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?..... What like...romantically? Or like a death? If romantically uhhh idk it took over a couple weeks but im ok now. Ive never had another relationship so idk. If death oof yeah idk maybe. Ig it depends on how much i knew them idk. Like when my nanny (great grandma) died i was sad for days (is that alot?)

7. what was your life like last year?.....Sucky af. Still is. But the highlights of my life last year was getting and making friends on tumblr, going to the tøp concert and going to warped tour, volunteering at the library, going to seya and meeting some of my favorite authors, reading, changing and improving my art, listening to all the bands i listen to now, getting into more fandoms, going to a friends house for the first time

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?.......Yes lol. Some years ago when i couldn't find smtn id be so annoyed and pissed id start crying. I dont now but still lol

9. who did you last see in person?.......Hm ig family doesn't count....? Wait do u mean a friend? If so uhh my friends rebekah, anika, and Judah at a TAB meeting at the library sometime last month.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?......I think so? Like i mean I can hide whenever i get my....time of the month from my mom (talking abt stuff like that with her makes me uncomfortable) and i hid a breakup. And other p big stuff too. So imma say yeah

11. are you listening to music right now?........*pops on earbuds after reading this* yee im listening to bitch lasagna by pewdiepie xD (do i have the best spotify playlist or what?)

12. what is something you want right now?.......To hug @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye but SOMEONE has to live so far away

13. how do you feel right now?........Happy that my earbud still works cause they got washed in the wash yesterday....oops. Its not my fault. I told my dad to remind me to take it out of my jacket pocket before they threw it in but noooooo he forgot

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?.......Uhhhhh fuck idk it was probably from my lil 4 yr old bro sometime last week. Other than him (hes my favorite sibling) i dont let them hug me too much

15. personality description.......Nerdy. Fangirl. "Emo". Tomboy. Hotsause obsessed. Book lover. Music lover. Black. Blue. Harry potter. Introvert. Fall. Sports. Values friendship. Loyal. Uhhhh i cant think of much lol

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?.......*sigh* yes. Yes yes yes. Theres some things abt me, or my life really, that i havent told anyone on here or my irl friends that i sooooo want to so bad but i haven't cause i feel like they'd feel bad and pity me and i don't want that

17. opinion on insecurities........I dont really understand this one. Everyones insecure abt something. Is this askin like if i think its ok or not? I say its ok. Im insecure about literally everything about me. My face. My personality. My socialness. My art. What i do. What i say. Basically my whole body. The things i feel good abt are my books, music taste, and my friends (ily fuckers)

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?.........Hmm this time around a year ago....idk its sorta the same but all the stuff i mentioned abt my year from last year didn't happen yet so nah tho my life sucks rn its better than this time last year

19. have you ever been to New York?........Nooo but i want too soo baddd i wanna visit @septembersbloom !! Im coming for ya soon gramps *does the eye watching thing* my dads been to nyc before tho cause he does construction and he had a concrete job to do there. It was a 23 hr drive for him

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?........Uhhh idk!!! So hard! Maybe.....the whole thats the spirit album by bmth ;)

21. age and birthday?.....15 yrs of age and September 27th 2003 (whats yours brainy? I'll put it on my calendar)

22. description of crush......Its weird idk im not sure if its a genuine crush or not but uh....They like hp :).Thats all u get

23. fear(s).......Losing my best friend @dirtysocke and my other friends. Death. Failure. Momo chasing after me then killing me slowly keeping my eyes open to look her dead in the eyes while i die

24. height......5'6 call me short and I'll fuck u up with THIS *pulls out trusty potato peeler named now steve* dont test me boi

25. role model......Hhhhhhhh so many! But uh gosh one of them is @superraedizzle (youtuberrrr) and vexx and bob ross and da vinci and aaaaaaa so many

26. idol(s)......First person that immediately comes to mind is @sammchenry cause he's super cool and he's really nice and his art's reallyyy good (if u havent seen it w-w-what are u even doin with your life?) And he has a great sense of humor and *continues to ramble about why samms the best*

27. things i hate.......Dabs. Transphobes. Homophobic ppl. Basically any hate on the lgbtq+ community. Bullies. The ship starker. Umbridge. Snape haters

28. i’ll love you if….....U you'll eat pizza, draw, and rp harry potter with mee

29. favourite film(s)......Fantastic beasts. Every hp film. Twilight. The maze runner 1-2. The hunger games. Spiderman homecoming. Kingsman: secret service. Into the spideyverse tho i havent seen it yet

30. favourite tv show(s)......Inkmasterrrrr. B99. The mick. The middle. Uhhh idk mostly ink master xD

31. 3 random facts........Ive never had shrimp. I had a beta fish for over a year once. Im eating pizza crust rn

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?.......G i r l s. I have all girl friends irl and one boy. And on tumblr it seems like i just meet girls? Likei agree with @cristal-kyd1280 its like alot more gals then dudes here. But i do have some guy friends on here too. But mostly girls

33. something you want to learn.......TO DRAW ANATOMY DAMMIT

34. most embarrassing moment........Every moment of my lifes an embarrassing moment. Idk of i can pick a "most" embarrassing one. But one time i i sent my crush (now ex bf) a hey fuckface and like some hearts or whatever for an ask game that meant like "i have a crush on u" "youre adorable" etc and said Hewo but i did it all anonymously. But he confronted me askin if i sent it cause im the only person he knows that actually says hewo lol. Then later on i finally admitted i really liked him and well y'all know the story after i think. Unless you're new

35. favourite subject.......A R TTTT OFC

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?........meet my friends on tumblr. Get into mtsu (college i wanna go to) and study art. And go skydiving

37. favourite actor/actress........favorite actor uhhhhhh probably thomas brodie sangster or tom felton and my favorite actress? Hmmm idk maybe evanna lynch (luna lovegood)

38. favourite comedian(s).......probably kevin hart lol he's p funny

39. favourite sport(s)........basketballllllll and football

40. favourite memory........uhhhhh idk?? One oh my favorite memories was when we went to see tøp in concert

41. relationship status.....single as a pringle

42. favourite book(s)......harry potter and the order of the pheonix. Harry potter and the half blood prince. Simon vs the homo sapiens agenda. Divergent. Maze runner. Twilight. Fangirl. Fallen. Red queen

43. favourite song ever.......TOO HARD DONT MAKE ME CHOOSEEEEEE

44. age you get mistaken for.........16 and 17 sometimes lol

45. how you found out about your idol........i was watching someone on yt and superraedizzle always poped up in my feed and my mom turned on one of her vids cause she always saw her vids too now ive seen most of em i love her. Id heard of vexx but never watched him and i was watching a collab from anthony miller art and shrimpy and i checked out shrimpys channel and was lookin at comments and alot of ppl said his art is like vexxs so i checked out vexx. At first i was like eh ok. Now i cant click fast enough when he posts a vid. And i actually fpund out about bob ross from my grandpa on jan 20 2017 when trump was getting sworn in or whatever. We turned on pbs and my grampa told me to look and bob ross was on and i was IN. I loved it. I even started watching full episodes on YouTube of the joy of painting after that. Wonderful man. My first painting i ever did i think was when i followed one of his tutorials xD (i didnt know it was popular at the time)

46. what my last text message says......."ok your turn"

47. turn ons.....uhh nerds ig idk um book lovers, music lovers, art lovers, potterheads, idk and nice ppl

48. turn offs......jerks. Homophobia. Idk ig whatever i said in things i hate

49. where i want to be right now......uhhhh idk wait didn't i already answer this? Ok this ones different ig so uhh with my friend lucas

50. favourite picture of your idol.....oh shit...favorite? Idk xD i have a fave of vexx but not of rae or bob. But heres pics of them any way

51. starsign......a libraaaaa boiii

52. something i’m talented at......drawing and speed reading. Thats about it lol. Oh and procrastina

53. 5 things that make me happy.......ooooo art, my friends here on tumblr, books, harry potter, and music ^^

54. something thats worrying me at the moment.....if my friend thinks im being annoying

55. tumblr friends......hhhhh so manyyyyyy. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @chinesewaffles2 @kingantlion @queen-baelin @sammchenry @septembersbloom and more

56. favourite food(s)......green beans, pepperoni pizza, and vanilla madelines

57. favourite animal(s).......basically any reptile. Puppies. Cats. Any animal really but my #1 are snakes

58. description of my best friend.....well she's a tiny bean (5 feet) and she has dark hair, she wears glasses, she doesnt take shit, she's in love with Josh dun, she's awesome, funny, nice (YES youre nice jackie) and shes the best friend ive ever had. Oh. And she has a weird obsession with spaghetti

59. why i joined tumblr.......well i heard abt it on Pinterest over a year ago but didnt want it. Then @mrfastbass-deactivated20181231 on DeviantArt said he got tumblr so i made one then followed him and figured id just post art and that's it cause i thought tumblr was boring as hell when i first got it. Now im p much obsessed with it

60. ask me anything you want.......go ahead brainy shoot. Give me smtn good

[imaginashon]

A quick drabble (mostly dialogue) of how Milo and Melissa met Zack on the Hogwarts Express, on their first year at the School. The actual stories I have take place when they’re all 13, but I’ll have some one-shots about Milo’s life leading up to his first day of school. This AU will have some inaccuracies with JK Rowling’s universe from her books, but that’s what AUs and parodies are for ;) 

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Most of the booths on the train were either filled or contained children who were familiar with Milo’s condition. He was used to doors closing moments before he arrived, so he never took any heed and would continue onwards.

“I didn’t realize there were so many wizards and witches who went to school,” Melissa whispered in awe as she followed her best friend down the corridor. “Oh there’s a ton of us,” Milo said with a smile. “We just know how to look normal to the rest of the world. Some muggles could get hurt, scared or just treat us like freaks and experiment on us. At least that’s what Grampa used to say. He said they did it in the Great War.” “That’s horrible.” “Yeah, but you can’t blame ‘em. I’d probably be scared too if I didn’t know how to handle myself in the face of the unknown.” The eleven-year-olds continued down the corridor of booths until they finally came to one that was occupied only by a little boy and a cream-coloured cat, which was fast asleep on the racks above his head. He was quietly playing a game on his hand-held video game console, oblivious to the two peeping heads in the doorway. “Hiya!” Milo said, catching the boy’s attention. “Is this your first year at Hogwarts too?”

The dark hair child blinked a few times and nodded his head.

“D’you mind if we sit with you? There’s no more room in the other cars.”

“Sure,” Came the meek response.

Milo walked in first, his fluffy kitten in tow. The animal leaped up onto the seat and made its way across to the window, meowing as it did. Melissa followed in closely behind, excitement still in her eyes about her destination.

“I’m Milo,” Milo said, holding out his hand to the boy. “Milo Murphy.”

The boy reached out and shook his hand. “I’m Zack Underwood,” he said with a smile.

Melissa reached out next. “Melissa Chase,” she greeted. “Nice to meet you, Zack.”

“Pleasure’s mine,” Zack replied. He closed his video game and watched as the other two settled in, and then pointed up at his cat. “That’s Lucky Noodle.”

Milo picked up his kitten and held it out as he sat down across from Zack. “This is Diogee,” he said. “I got him in Diagon Alley.”

The kitten meowed loudly. Zack’s pet wiggled an ear and opened an eye, meowing in response to the kitten.

“I have a barn owl named Cuddles,” Melissa said, setting her cage next to her. “I would have brought my dad’s dalmatian, but he’s too big and Dad wants him at work with him.”

“What does he do?” Zack asked.

“He’s a firefighter!” Melissa said proudly. “The Chief, as a matter of fact.”

Zack raised his eyebrows. “You’re dad’s a muggle?”

“Yep.”

“That’s neat. Is your mom too?”

“It’s just me and my dad but yeah, he said she was too.”

“Cool, I’ve never met a Muggle-born before.” Zack leaned over. “When did you find out you were a witch?”

“When I was ten!” Melissa beamed. She pointed at Milo. “We went to the same school, but he’s always known he was a wizard. His whole family is magical!”

“My magic is sorta buggy because of Murphy’s Law, though, just a warning,” Milo said. He added, off of Zack’s confused look, “Murphy Curse. All the men in my family line have it. Means anything that can go wrong, will go wrong around me.”

As if on cue, the train jerked and the whole car jumped, sending the children bouncing into the air with yelps. Trunks, backpacks and cages crashed to the ground in every booth, and owls screeched.

Zack, having tumbled to the floor, shook some sense into his head and looked up at Milo. “Whoa,” he said, both in awe and in worry. “And you just live with it?”

Milo held out his hand and helped Zack up. “Yep,” he said.

“Don’t you ever get--” They hit another bump and went flying. Zack grabbed onto the seat as they landed again and tensed. “--Scared?” he said, beginning to get uncomfortable with the situation. “Curses are really bad. My dad says so. He works with them. He’s a curse breaker.”

Melissa gasped. “Maybe HE could break the curse on your family, Milo!” she said excitedly, bouncing in place.

Milo shook his head. “You can’t break this one, Melissa, I’ve already told you,” he said. “It’s just always been there. That’s what my dad said.”

The train bounced again. Milo pulled out three seatbelts from his backpack and gave one to the other two, keeping the third for himself. “They magically connect to the seats, so buckle in,” he said, snapping it over his waist.

Melissa happily did as she was told, although Zack did it hastily in fear of being tossed again. “This is crazy,” he said.

“You get used to it,” Melissa said, reaching over and patting his shoulder.

“You guys don’t get scared of bad stuff always happening?”

“Well, sometimes,” Milo confessed, as he scratched his scar. “But if I always got scared, I wouldn’t leave my room, and then I’d be missing out on all the good stuff life has to offer. And Magic just makes it even more amazing!”

“Where’d you get that scar?” Zack said, pointing at Milo’s forehead. “Did Murphy’s Law give it to you?”

Milo looked up at his M-shaped scar and shook his head. “No, I was born with that,” he said. “All the Murphy men have an M-shaped scar somewhere on them.” He held up his right hand. “My dad has his right here, on the palm of his hand. And my cousin has it on the opposite side of his forehead from mine. Grampa had it on the left side of his chest, and my uncle has his on his left shoulder blade.” Milo shrugged. “Dad says it means we have the Murphy Curse.”

“Were you scratchin’ it cuz it was burnin’?”

“No. I was scratchin it cuz I had an itch there.”

Zack leaned back against the seat, still tense. “I might need to think about all of this,” he said, nervously rubbing his hands together. “I kinda like to stay on the safe side of things. No offense.”

“None taken,” Milo smiled. “You’ve got the whole train ride to make up your mind!”

Melissa poked Zack in the shoulder, making him whisper “ow” and rub it. “In my honest opinion, I think you should consider spicing up your life a bit, Zack,” she said.

Zack seemed to take offense to this, and he puffed up his chest. “Who says my life isn’t spicy already?” he scoffed.

“You just said you liked staying on the safe side of things.”

“So? I know how to have fun!” Zack crossed his arms and lifted his nose in the air. “I’m not afraid to have some excitement in my life!”

“Well, you’re in luck then,” Milo said, just as the train made a nasty jerk. “I think our car just came loose from the rest of the train.”

Zack and Melissa rushed to the window and glued their faces against the glass, staring out to the end of the car. Sure enough, the train and most of the other cars were taking off without them, as theirs began to lose speed.

“What?!” Zack exclaimed, pulling on his hair. “We can’t miss the train ride! We won’t know how to get through the magical shield around Hogwarts! My parents are gonna ground me for the entire summer if I tell them I missed my first day of class--or ALL days!”

“Relax!” Melissa said, patting his back. “It ain’t all that bad!”

“How is this not bad?” Zack snapped. “We just lost the rest of the train!”

“True,” Milo agreed, “But the snack lady is on our car.”

He pointed out the door, and sure enough a little old witch was pushing a candy cart by, stopping in front of their booth while looking around in shock. She turned to the children and pointed at Milo. “You a Murphy?” she asked.

Milo beamed. “Sure am!” he said.

“Ah, that would explain it then.” She pointed her wand at her feet and two chains appeared, snapping her in place. She looked at Melissa and Zack. “You may want to get back in your seats, children,” she said with a wink. “Things are about to get a little bumpy.”

“Bumpy in a good or bad way?” Zack asked as he and Melissa did as they were told.

The old lady smiled. “My dear boy, these are the Murphys,” she said. “There’s only bumpy in an extreme way.”

“Omigosh,” Zack whimpered, throwing his hoodie over his face. “Why’d I let you sit with me?”

“Because you needed a bit of excitement in your life!” Melissa said, slapping his back.

“Whether I do or not, we still don’t know how we’re getting back to the darn train!”

Milo pulled out a book. “Life has a strange way of working out, Zack,” he said. “Also, today just happens to be a very windy sort of day outside.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Zack said.

The car jerked once more, only this time propeling itself forward at an alarming speed on the tracks. Children throughout the car cried out in surprise, and some even cheered.

Zack and Melissa were yanked forward, and would have fallen off of their seats had they not been buckled in. Milo only sunk into his seat, eyes on his book as he turned the page. “It means younger dragons are practicing flying,” Milo replied without looking up.

Zack’s eyes widened again, only this time, not in horror. Milo looked up momentarily to see his reaction, grinned and pointed out the window. As all eyes turned towards it, a young dragon soared clumsily by, roaring like a baby lion, flapping its wings as hard as it could. Two more followed it.

“The gusts of wind from their wings are propelling us forwards fast enough that we’ll be back on the train in no time,” Milo said, going back to his book.

Zack squeaked. “Dragons?” he whispered in awe.

Milo laughed on the inside. Zack was a very anxious boy, and it may take him time to warm up to Murphy’s Law, but this was a sign that their meeting was heading in the right direction.

Now to get through the school year without losing either of them.

[nanlicia]

These arms of yours

Nursey week day 1: 5 years old; inspiration poem Abuelita, de Carrizo Springs by Ariana Brown 

The party has been winding down for a bit, and Derek has been curled up on his Nana’s lap for he doesn’t know how long. He knows that he’s tired, and there’s not as many people around as there were earlier, but there’s still just as much noise.

The music is slower with less bass, but still just as loud as it had been when the dance floor was packed with bodies, his parents and sister and grandparents all mixed up in there with family friends and extended family he’d never met.

His mom’s birthday party had been fun, but now he just wants it to be over so he can sleep.

“Oh, now, that one is sleepy, isn’t he?” He looks up and sees his other grandmother approaching, taking the seat beside them. She smiles softly at him and reaches out to tuck some of his curls behind his ear.

“He’s been ready for bed for a while now,” Nana laughs, rocking him a little in her arms.

“Well he’s the opposite of Dana,” Granny says, pointing toward the dance floor. He follows the direction she points and spots his sister out at the edge of the dance floor, swaying back and forth dancing with their papa. She’s standing on his feet and they’re holding hands as he moves them around the floor near the few other swaying couples. “She’d stay out there all night if she could.”

“She does love to dance,” Nana says, and he feels her arm tighten around his back slightly when the song changes to something a little more upbeat - she starts tapping her hand to the rhythm on his side and he finds it soothing. “She gets that from us, you know.”

Both women laugh, and he buries his face a little more into his nana’s shoulder.

“Well, of course,” Granny says.

“Remember the Christmas party last year?” Nana asks, leaning toward Granny and placing a hand on her arm.

“Do I? We were the only ones left dancing at the end of the night!” They’re both laughing, and Derek’s eyes start to flutter but he blinks twice and manages to keep them open. “We should remind ‘em who the dancing queens really are.”

“Oh yes, let’s,” Nana says, and together they stand up, and Nana has to adjust her hold on Derek so he’s tucked into her side.

“Should we pass him along to the old grumps over there,” Granny asks, inclining her head toward the back of the small banquet hall.

“Should we?” Nana asks, and he feels her pull away slightly to look down at him. He blinks up at her, and she just smiles sweetly at him, then leans down and presses a kiss to the top of his head while he tucks it under her chin. “Oh yeah, this little guy’s done for the night.”

They walk over a little ways, and when Derek catches sight of his grandfathers he knows who it is he’s being handed off to. They’re sitting with their chairs pulled away from one of the empty tables around them, beer bottles around their feet and chatting away.

“Well look at you two back here,” Granny says, and both of the older men just smile up at her.

“Toya, we agreed that I could drink tonight,” Pops says. Nana laughs and Derek can feel the vibrations of it in her chest beneath his head.

“Oh that’s fine,” she says. “I’m driving us home though!”

“Now that, I won’t argue with,” he says, and they all laugh.

“You wanna hold our grandson so we can go dance out there?” Nana asks, and while Grampa nods his head Pops begins to shake his own.

“No invitiation?!” he asks. “I’m hurt.”

“Join us then,” Nana says, and she leans down and tips Derek toward his Grampa. “If you think you can keep up.”

“Ho, that’s a challenge!” Grampa says, taking Derek and settling him into his lap.

Pops takes a final swig of his beer and then stands, singing along to the song and swinging his hips into every step he takes toward his grandmothers. “Ain’t too proud to plead, baby baby,” he sings, and the women just laugh and turn from him to walk out toward the floor.

He turns and winks at Derek and his grampa, taking a moment to crouch back down and boop Derek’s nose lightly. “Always make ‘em laugh, bud. Always make ‘em laugh.”

Then he’s gone and it’s just Derek and his laughing grampa sitting at the back of the hall, watching all the other attendants at the party as they dance and sit and talk and enjoy themselves.

Derek watches as his grandparents join his papa and Dana on the floor, his mom appearing from nowhere to dance with them. They’re all smiling and laughing and dancing, and above him, his grampa hums along to the song as he starts to gently rock Derek in his arms.

The last think Derek thinks before he closes his eyes is that he’d love to be home in his bed, but if he can’t be, at least he’s where everyone he loves is, and that’s good enough for now.

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c. AU 9

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Arsé-kun: -Thursday, November 4th- Sheepy: *Aru is hugging Caliburn. She's worrying about Kay...* Arsé-kun: *Merlin is on the floor beside her, trying to cast magic over a mirror. He's had no success.* Sheepy: Aru: What if he never comes back...? I'll be all alone...! *whimper* What if he... Arsé-kun: Merlin: H-hey, don't be like that! He's probably just on an adventure! He's got no phone to tell us..! Arsé-kun: *Merlin isn't entirely convincing himself, either..* Sheepy: Aru: Kay wouldn't be gone for this long! Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's done it before. He's gone out drinking and come back the next afternoon before! Just... Not when we lived here. Sheepy: Aru: ...?! Arsé-kun: Merlin: He hasn't done that for a while. Hey, he hasn't been going out drinking either! Sheepy: Aru: W-what if he fell and hit his head...? What if he got robbed? What if... Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's with Grif, Bedi said. Grif wouldn't let that happen! Sheepy: Aru: But Grif isn't back either! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I don't think they're... *he picks up his phone and sends a message. Asking the family for advice* Sheepy: Aru: Maybe that yellow-cloaked man who threatened Grif hurt Kay too...! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm asking, but no one will tell who that could be. And if scrying has no results... Maybe I'm doing it wrong. Sheepy: Aru:....! Maybe Teacher knows! Arsé-kun: Merlin: He knows! He won't tell me! Sheepy: Aru: ....! *whimper, sob* He must be...! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Off on an adventure, obviously! Grif's dad hasn't shown up to say that anything's happened to them! Arsé-kun: Merlin: And Primo hasn't said anything to you, so it's probably fine?? Sheepy: Aru: Why would Teacher be watching them? Teacher is on vacation. Arsé-kun: Merlin: That hasn't stopped him from adding his opinions on discord! Sheepy: Aru: That's different. Arsé-kun: Merlin: The general consensus is! A, they're off path. B, I'm doing it wrong. C, something is shielding them. And D, which I'm not suggesting. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm gonna go ask Misyr at this rate! Sheepy: Aru: Off path...? Sheepy: Aru: Kay told me not to go off path! Sheepy: Aru: He hasn't been trained in combat, has he? So it's less safe for him to go off path than it is for me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: He only did it once before, with Grif. I'm saying its a possibility, but it's not something he might do. Sheepy: Aru: Kay... maybe... Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... The hell am I saying, yeah he would. He thought he was hot shit after the first time. Arsé-kun: Merlin: But he was already doing dumb shit with Grif before you told him that. Sheepy: Aru: Ugh...! Doesn't he realize that he only has one life?! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yolo. Sheepy: Aru: I don't know what that means, but... I thought Kay was really cool...! But now I realize he's just plain reckless! Sheepy: Aru: He might've gotten hurt out there... All because he wanted attention... Sheepy: Aru: I haven't been giving him enough attention, have I...? But the truth is, without him here, I'd feel so much more homesick... Have I not been expressing my appreciation for him enough? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Maybe? It can't hurt to try, but... Sheepy: Aru:....Maybe... Sheepy: Aru: Thank you for listening, Merlin! Okay, I'll thank him a whole bunch when he comes back! Arsé-kun: *Merlin has been thanked for something! Master has given Dobby a sock! bad joke but same elation* Sheepy: Aru: Let's include him in the lessons next time! We haven't done them for a bit. I've missed them! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I agree, actually. He's got potential. He blew up a mug! Sheepy: Aru: Yeah! If he works hard enough, he can blow up two mugs! *...Somehow, this is completely sincere enthusiasm and not sarcasm.* Sheepy: Aru: Let's work hard to find him! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Maybe even three! Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] Any leads, chief of dealing with kays bullshit? Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] All we worked out on our side is that I suck at scrying lmao Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] Kay ia on campus according to Holmes. Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] That helps a lot!! Thanks babe Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] No problem. I'll keep looking. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Bedi asked Holmes. Kay's on campus. Sheepy: Aru:...! Sheepy: Aru: Okay, so we just need to look on campus! Sheepy: Aru: Where is a good start...? Sheepy: Aru:...If only we had a general idea whee on campus! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Coffee shoppe? I could ask Misyr for tips and we can see if anyone's seen him or Grif? Sheepy: Aru: Okay! Let's try that! Arsé-kun: *Merlin and Aru go to the coffee shoppe!* Sheepy: Misyr: *He's drinking coffee like always. He's reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes! A secret Holmes fan? Maybe.* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Grampa, how do I scry people like a not idiot?? Sheepy: Misyr: *he looks up* Oh! Merlin! ... Practice? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well... What if we don't have time for that? Sheepy: Misyr: Eh? No, not him. Sheepy: Misyr: Il Fado de Rie. Sheepy: Misyr: Although... I may or may not cheat a bit to find people myself. Sheepy: Misyr: Ahahaha! This cheating Demon King can do aaaanything~! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, Bedi's bro and the campus security are both missing, so can you cheat? Sheepy: Misyr: Eh? Arsé-kun: *Merlin's expecting things from you, Misyr!* Sheepy: Misyr:.... Sheepy: Misyr: Cheating Detective Demon Lord Misyr (don't forget incredibly handsome and very smart) is on the case! Ahahahaha! Sheepy: Misyr: *He gets up and exits the coffee shop!* Arsé-kun: *Merlin quickly follows him!* Sheepy: Misyr: *He focuses and attempts tracking Kay!* Arsé-kun: *... He's got a lock on something!* Sheepy: Misyr: I found him! (a potential lie) Sheepy: Misyr: I'll guide you there, because I'm so nice! Ahahaha! Sheepy: Aru: Aren't demon lord final bosses supposed to be evil? Sheepy: Misyr:...... Sheepy: Misyr:...I'm really evil, you know! Sheepy: Aru: Okay. Sheepy: Misyr: I kill heroes for fun! Sheepy: Aru: Okay. Arsé-kun: Merlin: You make really good coffee. Sheepy: Misyr: Yes,of course! Demon lords need hobbies outside of restriction! Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Eh? Sheepy: Misyr: Eh? What? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, never mind! I thought you said something weird! Sheepy: Misyr: I said destruction! Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's why I said never mind! Sheepy: Misyr: Oh, makes sense! Sheepy: Aru: Wow. Teacher can even restrict a demon king from doing what he wants... Sheepy: Aru: I want to be like Teacher! Arsé-kun: Merlin: But then you'll be an old coot that gives you no help! Sheepy: Aru: Huh? Sheepy: Aru: I want to be like Teacher except actually help people! Sheepy: Aru: I'm sure Teacher could be amazing if he put his skills to use! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm sure he can prove he isn't as awful as Malleus! Sheepy: Aru: But why would he want to? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Why not? It's a low bar! Sheepy: Aru: Because then people would expect things of him. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Merlin has never done anything that was expected of him in his life. He does what he wants with priority. Sheepy: Aru: But thanks to Teacher making messes wherever he goes, you and I were both born! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I do not think that is a compliment. Sheepy: Aru: Actually, I guess without Teacher, none of us would be here. Sheepy: Aru: It's not? Teacher works in mysterious ways, but at the end of the day, he's done a lot of good without people asking him to, right? Arsé-kun: Arthur: As well as agreeing to have someone conceived b- Arsé-kun: Merlin: SO GRAMPA WE THERE YET Sheepy: Misyr: We're close! Sheepy: Aru: ?... I don't really get it, but... Without Teacher, I wouldn't really have a parental figure! Teacher's always been there for me, even if he has been difficult throughout most of it. Sheepy: Aru:....... Arsé-kun: Merlin: I envy you. Sheepy: Aru: You've really had it tough. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Haven't we all. Sheepy: Aru:....? Sheepy: Aru: No, not really! Sheepy: Aru: I've had my fate decided for me the moment I was born! I haven't had to worry what to focus my energy on or what I should do with my future, because I know I have no choice in the matter! *She... sounds oddly cheerful about this?* Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's.... Terrifying, actually. I think I'd be dead if I had that situation. Sheepy: Aru: Huh? But isn't part of what makes life difficult not knowing what the future will bring? You claw at hope and try to change it to suit your desires, but after numerous failures and life betraying you, you feel anxious that you'll be wronged by life again, no matter how hard you work to make your future a bright one. Isn't that scarier? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Jesus. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Things happen. Ain't it better getting over somethin' than just getting everything real easy? Sheepy: Aru: Hmm... Well... Arsé-kun: Merlin: If I went with what was "decided" for me, I'd be living in my parent's basement, uneducated, thinking that believing in science makes you a heretic. Nooooooooooo thank you!!! Sheepy: Aru: That sounds scary... I wouldn't want to be in that situation. Arsé-kun: Merlin: And I said "I ain't doin' that!" I'm in so much trouble with the parents, but I want this! And I also wanna order a pizza... Arsé-kun: Merlin: But that's for after we find Grif and Kay! Sheepy: Aru: Really? You can just say no? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Always can! Don't want something? Don't wanna go through with something! It needs your consent to happen! Sheepy: Aru: It's not that I necessarily mind my life as it is, but... Arsé-kun: Merlin: As your substitute teacher, I gotta say! If anything's been proven, it's that some things will happen, but not all of 'em! Sheepy: Aru: I feel like I have to fulfill its purpose if the time comes, and if I'm not ready, I'll be consumed by it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: For what?? We're not British! A king isn't chosen by some lake woman's old tableknives! Sheepy: Aru: Well, you're not. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Were you born in Britain?? Sheepy: Aru: I wouldn't know the answer to that.. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Then ask the old man! Sheepy: Aru: I've lived there almost my whole life, though. Sheepy: Aru: That basically means I am, right? Sheepy: Aru: Anyway, being king isn't really about being royalty! The sword's purpose isn't for that. Sheepy: Aru: It's for leadership! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ....... What. Sheepy: Aru: That's what Myrrdin says, anyway! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Grampa, you got anythin' to add before I slam this into the trash? Sheepy: Misyr: I don't have any interest in kings who aren't me! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Aru, do what you want. If you're lucky, what you want is the path you need to prepare for anyway. Sheepy: Aru: ....?! Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Okay, that's enough serious talk from me! Bedi might think I'm taking philosophy or some stinko if I keep speaking like this! Sheepy: Aru:...I don't really know what I want. I just want to do a good job. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Then do a good job! Who's gonna stop you??? Saaaaaaaaaaaaaatan? Sheepy: Aru: Umm... isn't it really, really hard to lead people? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Aru, you talk to offpath monsters like they're your neighbors. I don't think you're gonna have any trouble, boss. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ..... Why'd we stop? Sheepy: Aru: Good kings are ones that place their people before themselves. Their purpose is to serve their people as a leader. But they lose themselves in the process. Scary... Sheepy: Misyr: Well, because we're here! Behold! The great cheating Demon King's tracking capabilities! Ahaahahaha! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Here?! This is like... The campus' power supply? Sheepy: Misyr: Yeah, he's here! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hope we don't run into the janitor... Sheepy: Misyr:? Sheepy: Misyr: Janitor? Sheepy: Misyr: ... Oh, I've seen him before! He avoids and glares at me! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Also hope we don't get in trouble for trespassing! Oh well! Sheepy: Misyr: If you do, I can just nuke it and then there'll be nothing to trespass on. Problem solved! Arsé-kun: Merlin: NO! Sheepy: Misyr: What? Arsé-kun: Merlin: What part of campus power supply didn't you hear?? Sheepy: Misyr: So don't break the power supply! Sheepy: Misyr:......*mumbling* What does that even mean? Arsé-kun: *Merlin gets a message. It's the Merlins chat, and Memrys sent a meme that just says "MISYR ATE A HORSE MADE OF 5GS" with a picture of a semi-translucent horse. Angra liked this post. Merlin liked this post.* Sheepy: Misyr: We can go in whenever! Sheepy: Misyr: By giving you permission, I've cheated and made it not trespassing! Ahahahaha! Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Good enough for me! Sheepy: Misyr: *He heads in!* Sheepy: Aru: Kayyy...! Where are you...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Kaayyyy! Griiiif! Where are you guys??? Sheepy: Aru: Kay! If you don't come home, you won't get any of the pizza Merlin is buying! Arsé-kun: Merlin: And Grif won't get the box! Sheepy: Aru:...Grif eats the box? Arsé-kun: Merlin: He sure goddamn tried to! Sheepy: Aru:....... Sheepy: Aru: Maybe we don't need to bring Grif back. Just Kay. Arsé-kun: Merlin: What kind of leader would reject a man for being dumb? Sheepy: Aru: It was a joke, a joke! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm teasin' you! Sheepy: Aru: Anyway, many would, but not good ones. Arsé-kun: ?: ... What is all of this. Absolute racket out here? Why are students here at all? Arsé-kun: *Helllooooo, Orpheus! Moving around yourself, I see! Plugged into something you are!* Sheepy: Misyr: Aaahahahahahaha! I gave them permission! After all...! Sheepy: Misyr: I am the cheating Demon Lord, Misyr Rex! I will cheat and do anything I want! Sheepy: Misyr: So this power supply is mine now! *mumbling*...but really, what is a power supply? Arsé-kun: Orph: .... I don't care. I'm more concerned about the students... And this is clearly a child. Sheepy: Misyr: I can decide who can visit! And I've decide- Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hi, teacher! Sheepy: Aru: My brother is lost here! Have you seen him? He's tall, has red hair, an eye patch, and he's mean to everyone but his friends! Arsé-kun: Orph: .. Kay? ... Yes, I have. Sheepy: Aru: Is he still here? I'm worried about him! Arsé-kun: Orph: If he left, he would have needed to pass me. So he has not left. Sheepy: Aru: Can I go see him? Arsé-kun: Orph: Certainly. Merlin is questionable because the homework may not count, but I am bitter regardless. Arsé-kun: Merlin: EH?! Arsé-kun: Orph: ... I am kidding. Please follow me. Do not step on anything. Sheepy: Aru: Thank you, Mr. Robot! Arsé-kun: Orph: Quite welcome. If anyone asks, I did not leave my position and my legs are for show. Sheepy: Aru: Okay, your secret is safe with me! Sheepy: *Aru follows Orpheus!* Arsé-kun: *Merlin, of course, also does* Sheepy: Aru: I hope he's okay... Sheepy: Misyr: Well, he's definitely Kay! Arsé-kun: Orph: I absolutely will not tolerate you and my husband speaking if this is what you are like. Sheepy: Misyr: Ahahahaha! You can't stop me from doing anything! I can cheat and do anything! By the way, why are you wearing armor? Arsé-kun: Orph: ... I wish this were armor. Sheepy: Misyr: ????... Arsé-kun: *Orph leads them to a small side room! Looks like this would be a technician's break room or something..! Except there are no technicians, just two sad bois* Sheepy: Aru: Kay!! *She rushes over to him! Hello! Are you ready for a hug? No? Too bad!* Arsé-kun: *Kay lifts his head up slightly to look at her, and takes a moment to focus on Aru. He looks depressed.* Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Oh. Hey. Sheepy: Aru:....? Kay...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, this is failure incorporated, how can I take your call? Arsé-kun: *That was the most upbeat he could make himself sound. And yet, he still didn't.* Sheepy: Aru: Wow, Kay! You have a job now? Maybe we don't need to get pizza for you after all! Arsé-kun: *.....Kay isn't amused* Sheepy: Aru:....?.... Sheepy: Aru: Kay, I was really worried about you! Sheepy: Aru: I kept thinking you might not come back, and I... Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... ...... *he (finally) takes one of his arms off Grif and puts it around Aru. He's got you, fam* Sheepy: Aru:.....*whimper* a-and I... *sob* I-I felt really, really lonely and scared..! Arsé-kun: Kay: ... *his expression softens* .... Sorry. I didn't think this would happen. Sheepy: Aru: You don't need to apologize! I-I...! I should be making you feel more appreciated! Arsé-kun: Kay: Fer what..? Doing dumb shit, or stupid shit? Sheepy: Aru: N-no! You make me feel really welcome, and much less homesick! So...! Thank you! Arsé-kun: Kay: .... No, thank you. I won't be explaining. Sheepy: Aru: You don't need to go out and fight monsters off path to be cool! To me, you've always been the coolest because you're you! So...! Please don't put yourself at risk! Arsé-kun: Kay: ?!?!!??!!??? Sheepy: Aru: ...? Arsé-kun: Kay: I'm not cool... I'm a goddamn disaster. Sheepy: Aru: Yeah, your face is! Who hurt it, huh?! Arsé-kun: Kay: ...? *he tries to wipe his face off with his sleeve* I wasn't hurt. I'm just... ... Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2 Arsé-kun: *Kay looks woozy suddenly...* Sheepy: Aru: K-Kay...? Um, um...! Sheepy: Aru: I'm here for you! It's okay...! Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5 Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17 Arsé-kun: Kay: .... *he shakes his head and tries to regain his balance* It was... It was bad. Sheepy: Grif: *He leans over more towards Kay and incoherently slurs out a mumble that sounds something like "If dogs only go on walks outside, how do they move inside"* Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... Y... Yeah, Grif's absolutely fucked in the head too. Sheepy: Aru: It sounds awful... Arsé-kun: Kay: Uh. I dunno, bud. Work on that more. Arsé-kun: Kay: I already haveta hear this shit later this week... Sheepy: Aru: What? What does that mean? Arsé-kun: Kay: I mean I gotta babysit Artair after he gets his wisdom teeth pulled. Can't wait to fuck that up somehow. Arsé-kun: *in the background, Merlin is NOT cool with these vibes. These vibes suck* Sheepy: Aru: Okay, I'll join you! Arsé-kun: Kay: wh Sheepy: Aru: We can babysit Artair together! Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Uh. Sure, I guess. Arsé-kun: Kay: I'll... I'll explain what happened when I can... Stop feeling like I'm gonna eat shit thinkin' about it. Sheepy: Grif: *He leans closer to Kay and mumbles out another incoherent mess.* Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... Bud, Applebee's doesn't serve bees in apples. Sheepy: Aru: Okay, take all the time you need! *She gives Kay a bright smile!* Arsé-kun: Kay: ... N' this mess next to me is gonna need more help. Tell dick wizard to stop being a useless pussy. Sheepy: Aru: Merlin, Grif needs help! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Huh? *he resumes paying attention* Uh, right, that makes sense. *he comes over to support Grif* Sheepy: *Grif is very unsteady. He puts basically all of his weight onto Merlin, and doesn't really seem aware of his existence.* Sheepy: Grif: *He slurs out something along the lines of, "the yog in yog-sothoth is short for government"* Arsé-kun: Merlin: W-woah there, tiger, I think you need to slow down there. Sheepy: Grif: Wben bde pkans slmething, it's a gobernment consoirsacu. Hehehehe! Iaa! Ia! Yig-Sithtith! *he grunts and clutches his chest* Khhhh...! Sheepy: Aru:......Um.... Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... Yeah, maybe shut the fuck up, Grif. Arsé-kun: Kay: ... I'd tell him to get some sleep, but I ain't carryin' his fat ass. Sheepy: Aru: It's okay! Merlin can carry him! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I absolutely cannot! Sheepy: Aru: Huh? Why not? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'm not a muscles guy..! And he's in full armor..! Sheepy: Aru: Huh. Sheepy: Aru:..... Sheepy: Aru: Think strong thoughts! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Okay. Bedi will definitely come save me. Definitely. Sheepy: Aru: Can Bedi carry him? Arsé-kun: Merlin: The extra manpower would help..! Sheepy: Aru: That makes sense! Arsé-kun: Kay: Why wait...? Merlin can teleport. Can you? Sheepy: Aru: Okay, Merlin! It's time to teleport home! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Wh-wh-what?! I can't do me and four other people...! Sheepy: Aru: Arthur and me go together! Just like Grif and his dad! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, yeah, definitely helps. Fine, but if I collapse it's on you! Sheepy: Grif: Hehehe~ gbe caslte colllapses btut I'm stitkll hehre~ Arsé-kun: *Merlin focuses all his power, and...! They're gone!* Arsé-kun rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1 Sheepy: Aru:.... Where's Merlin? Arsé-kun: Kay: *holding up Grif* Fuck if I know..! Sheepy: Aru: Oh... he sacrificed his short way home for us...! He's really kind! Arsé-kun: Kay: Whatever, help me move this lug..! Sheepy: Aru: Ummm... I'll try! Sheepy: *Aru does her best to help!* Arsé-kun: *With the power of teamwork, Grif can be guided to the sofa and put down! Good job, team.* Sheepy: Grif: *He melts into the sofa. Comfy* Sheepy: Grif: *He slurs something along the lines of, "I heard the king has pain in his hands. they say he's got... arthuritis"* Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Good night, Grif. Go the fuck to sleep. Sheepy: Grif: *It... doesn't take him very long to conk out on the sofa.* Arsé-kun: Kay: .... A.. *he stifles a yawn* A nap sounds kinda nice right now.... Arsé-kun: Kay: .... But it's too early. Maybe later.. Sheepy: Aru: Merlin said that rebelling is good! Rebel against society's rules! Nap time is any time! Arsé-kun: Kay: Did he? Huh. No wonder he never does homework. Sheepy: Aru: Yup! That's his life choice! Arsé-kun: Kay: He's gonna die from diabetes. But that's his decision. *he's kidding.* Sheepy: Aru: Can wizards get diabetes? Arsé-kun: *Kay shrugs* Sheepy: Aru: I can ask Teacher next time! Arsé-kun: *Merlin teleports into the room. He looks slightly annoyed for a moment, then plays it off* Arsé-kun: Merlin: Whoops, went too far! What're we talkin' about? Sheepy: Aru: We were just wondering if you can get diabetes! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I have no idea! Sheepy: Aru: I'm going to ask Teacher next time we talk. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Go for it! Sheepy: Aru: Beddy can't taste much of anything, so presumably the body needs different resources and doesn't process sugar the way humans do...? Sheepy: Aru: But he's half. You're basically human! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I thought I was, but if a succubus can pick up on it... Sheepy: Aru: Maybe succubi are just really sensitive to incubi? Sheepy: Aru: I have a friend who's basically a succubus. Her name is Leanan-Sidhe! Sheepy: Aru: She says that Myrrdin's a "cruel jerk who's strict about everything and bullies all the fae around him into acting the way he thinks is right, and one incubus shouldn't have a say on how all fae interact with humans". Arsé-kun: Merlin: Amen. Tell Myrrd I agree with her. Sheepy: Aru: Well, his restrictions are things along the lines of... Sheepy: Aru: "You can't kill humans!" or "You can't steal humans' souls!" Sheepy: Aru: She has all sorts ot complaints about Teacher, too! Arsé-kun: Merlin: They can steal from bad people, everyone wins! Arsé-kun: *Kay left the scene a while ago, and only passes back through with a bundle of clean clothes so he can go shower. He deserves it* Sheepy: Aru: "He's a meddling, selfish man who's totally worthless when you actually need him for something! He's never considered anyone's feelings when making decisions even once! The only thing going for him is that he isn't Myrrdin!" Arsé-kun: Merlin: Damn, I like this chick. She sounds like she gets people! Sheepy: Aru: She came over for tea parties a lot! Arsé-kun: Merlin: You had tea parties?? What else wasn't I called for? Sheepy: Aru: I had them with my friends! Beddy would join too, but he's really shy. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Dang... Now I wanna make tea... But I bet I'd never hear the end of it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: *imitating Bedi's tone* Merlin? You made tea? Has something gotten into you, or did you finish your soda? Sheepy: Aru: We can have our own tea party! Sheepy: Aru: Rebel against Bedi! Arsé-kun: Merlin: *now copying Kay, poorly* You did something without me? Sheepy: Aru: Kay can join if he wants to! Sheepy: Aru: Arthur can join, too! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I would love to, barring the obvious problem. Sheepy: Aru: Beddy would never eat nor drink at it. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I might possibly be deceased. Sheepy: Aru: But tea parties aren't about the tea! It's about the friends! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I intend to join. I will just be bitter. Sheepy: Aru: Think solid thoughts and you might be able to be solid again! Sheepy: Aru: I'll ask Morne for help, too. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Aight, get on that! I'll get the kettle! Sheepy: Aru: Thank you, Merlin! Arsé-kun: *Arthur has 15 different questions within ten seconds of tea being started.* Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Hi! How can ghosts become solid? Arsé-kun: Malleus: [chat] With sufficient efforts. I will pass the phone off to Morne to simplify matters. Sheepy: Misyr: [chat] ghosts are a gas, stick them in cold enough temperatures and they'll become a liwuid, stick them in colder temperasures and theull become a solid Arsé-kun: Morne: [chat] I WISH IT WORKED THAT WAY. GOOD AFTERNOON ALL. Sheepy: Misyr: [chat] if I was a ghoat I'd just do it that way Arsé-kun: Morne: [chat] GHOAT. Sheepy: Misyr: [chat] ghoat Arsé-kun: Angra: [chat] Ghoat Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Arthur is really sad because he can't be included in most things! I want to make him happy! Arsé-kun: Morne: [chat] WHAT MALLEUS STATES IS CORREC. Arsé-kun: Morne: [chat] IT TAKES CONCENTRATION. EASY TO MESS UP. Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Is there anything specific he should be thinking of? Arsé-kun: Morne: [chat] MAINTANING A PHYSICAL FORM. BE SELFISH. "I WANT TO DO THIS". Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Thank you, Morne!! Arsé-kun: Morne: [chat] YOU'RE WELCOME. DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS? MALLEUS HAS BEEN PINNED DOWN AND CANNOT TAKE THE PHONE BACK AT THI MOMENT. Sheepy: Aru: [chat] No, thank you!! I'll tell Arthur what you said! Sheepy: Aru: Arthur! Morne said that concentration is really important, but it's easy to mess up. He said... "concentrate on maintaining a physical form, be selfish, and think 'I want to do this'!"... That's the exact wording! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... I can attempt this. No guarantees I will succeed. Sheepy: Aru: If you fail, that's okay! You won't always get it first try! By working hard and practicing, you might get it! Arsé-kun: *Morne sends an image to the chat. Malleus is under Memrys, and Mewlin is sitting on Memrys. Mint is watching. Malleus is dying. Thanks Morne.* Arsé-kun: Arthur: I don't wish to make a mess. Sheepy: Aru: It's okay to make a mess sometimes. Sheepy: Aru: Beddy dropped a bunch of stuff once and it broke. It turns out, he was actually poisoned by one of his animals! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Horrifying. Arsé-kun: *Arthur goes back to asking questions to not ask about that.* Sheepy: Aru: I'll try to come up with things we can do together that don't require a body, too! Oh, do you like reading? Arsé-kun: Arthur: At times. However, I predict a struggle due to not knowing most modern language. Sheepy: Aru: Well, don't worry! We can start with something you might be more familiar with! Sheepy: Aru: "Le Mort D'Arthur"! Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Arsé-kun: Arthur: I'd much prefer staying unfamiliar with the events directly after my demise, thank you. Sheepy: Aru: It's a collection of stories about your knights and you! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Then perhaps. Sheepy: Aru: For example, the time Sir Cai insulted you! Or the other time Sir Cai insulted you! Arsé-kun: Arthur: That was every time he spoke. Sheepy: Aru: Well, there's a chapter devoted to this. Sheepy: Aru: Or the time Sir Jaufre was sent unprepared into battle and got killed, only to be revived by the wind and nursed back to health by leeches... But leeches aren't actually as useful as believed in those times... Sheepy: Aru: They have their medicinal benefits but they're basically never used anymore. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ... Explain? Sheepy: Aru: Well, we have all sorts of medicines now to cure illnesses. Arsé-kun: Arthur: ...? Sheepy: Aru: For example! When people get colds, they can drink substance or consume a powder that reduces inflammation and helps get rid of fevers. Cold medicine! Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... Alcohol? Sheepy: Aru: No, um... Sheepy: Aru: It's not alcohol. It's, um... Sheepy: Aru: Like a potion? Arsé-kun: *Kay entered while Aru was speaking* Arsé-kun: Kay: Potion of shit your bed if you overdose. Sheepy: Aru: Huh? Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, you can't make medicine sound godly. It sucks sometimes. Sheepy: Aru: But considering their only form of healthcare back then basically was snakeoil, leeches, and prayer, it is godly. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Prayers did work. ... Occasionally. Arsé-kun: *in the other room, Merlin's dumping everything needed for tea and related drinks on the table. sugar, teabags, other teabags, cobweb covered teabags, hot chocolate packets, you get it* Sheepy: Aru: Kay, you can join us for our tea party! Arsé-kun: Kay: I guess I don't get much choice in the matter! *but he isn't complaining* Sheepy: Aru: You'll join us? That's great! Arsé-kun: *Kay goes and gets cups, and coasters. fuck out the way merlin* Sheepy: Elyan: *deep, raspy voice* I'll do any *squeaky voice* tea party! *same jaufre voice* to ensure my king's happiness, even if it makes him hate me. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Good job, Elyan!! Sheepy: Elyan: *honk* Sheepy: Elyan: *squeaky* Tea party, tea party~! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Tea pawty, tea pawty~ Sheepy: Elyan: *He seems excited! He responds in a squeaky Merlin imitation* Tea pawty, tea pawty~! Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's so talented. Sheepy: Aru: What a smart water! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Water joins the tea party~ Sheepy: Aru: Now we have five! Sheepy: Aru: Too bad Bedi isn't here and Grif isn't feeling well. Sheepy: Aru: If they were, we could have everyone together! Arsé-kun: *Fou gets on the table. Fou is put onto the floor. Fou gets on the table.* Sheepy: Aru: Fou, you can sit with me if you want! Arsé-kun: *Fou chirps and sticks his face into Merlin's cup. Merlin isn't pleased but takes a picture anyway* Sheepy: Elyan: *chirp* Arsé-kun: Fou: Mrrrp? Sheepy: Elyan: *honk* Arsé-kun: *Fou does the halloween cat and hops back, and right off the table* Sheepy: Elyan:? Arsé-kun: *Fou halloween cat waddles towards him, bats him in the face once, and leaves* Sheepy: Elyan: ???... Sheepy: Aru: Is Fou okay? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Yeah. he's fine. Sheepy: Aru: That's good! Sheepy: *Bedi, meanwhile, has finally returned!* Arsé-kun: Kay: Pip pip. Sheepy: Bedi: Kay! I've been looking all over for you! Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah? How'd that go? Sheepy: Bedi: Instead of finding you, we found Merlin's, um... unique ancestor. Arsé-kun: Kay: That could be any of 'em. Sheepy: Bedi: Purple. Laughs a lot. Drinks coffee. Sheepy: Aru: 6! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Oh, grampa Misyr. Sheepy: Bedi: He's causing problems. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Well, he helped find Kay and Grif, so I'll excuse it! Sheepy: Bedi: No, no, um... Mr. Dio riled him up - not in an angry sense, but... how to put it... Arsé-kun: Merlin: In the drunken idiot way? Sheepy: Bedi: I suppose his feelings don't really matter when the end result is that Holmes is trying to talk him down from nuking the campus's power supply. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ...... Arsé-kun: Merlin: [chat] SOMEONE TELL GRAMPA MISYR NUKING POWER SUPPLIES IS BAD THANKS Sheepy: Myrrdin: [chat] Everyone calls me "stiff" and "demanding"! If I told Misyr not to nuke power supplies, I'd be feeding into it! Sheepy: Myrrdin: [chat] But the reason wht I have to tell everyone not to do things like that is because I'm one of the few people in this family with neither destructive impulses nor a lack of common sense Arsé-kun: Mewlin: [chat] I have neither but I can do it!! Sheepy: Myrrdin: [chat] Good luck. He never listens. "I'm a final boss so I can do what I want!" Arsé-kun: Mewlin: [chat] Yeah? Well cats are save points! Most bosses can't beat saving and reloading!! Sheepy: Mint: [chat] Actually, if you're severely underleveled and underprepared, no amount of reloading can save you. Arsé-kun: Mewlin: [chat] Reload and leave! Level grind the sidequests! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: [chat] -Not a Gamer Sheepy: Mint: [chat] This is what I've learned from gamers. Sheepy: Mint: [chat] Misyr - unable to properly wield a gaming controller. Doesn't know common characters nor console names. This is info I have written down. Arsé-kun: Mewlin: [chat] Yeah, that sounds right to me! Sheepy: Mint: [chat] Conclusion: Demon world does not have video games. Arsé-kun: Mewlin: [chat] Okay, going! I'm gonna send him to the shadow realm! (not literal) Sheepy: Mint: [chat] I'll watch Meril for you. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Gramps 9 is gonna deal with it, he says. Sheepy: Aru: 3 says that 6 is a complete fraud. Arsé-kun: Merlin: 3 said he didn't wanna be considered strict if he tried to stop 6. Sheepy: Aru: Well, maybe 6 will be easy to take down...? Arsé-kun: Kay: *deadpan* 7 ate 9, what the fuck is going on here. Sheepy: Aru: I don't know what he means by fraud... Sheepy: Aru: 6! Misyr! He's the one who claims to be a demon lord! Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, the one we caught Watson bullying that one time? Sheepy: Aru: Myrrdin says that Misyr isn't any more of a demon than anyone else in the family, unless you take the incubus relation into consideration. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hmmm... Sheepy: Aru: But considering how 5 - Makenna's so incredibly destructive, even if Misyr is lying and is just a chuuni, he should be taken seriously when he says he's going to destroy something, I think. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Blow up the sun. Sheepy: Aru: Well! Maybe not that part. Arsé-kun: *Kay leaves to get the kettle* Sheepy: Aru: By the way, did you know? Sheepy: Aru: He used to have white hair, just like you! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Huh. Sheepy: Aru: Myrrdin complained a lot about him changing after he dyed his hair. Basically, Myrrdin complains a lot! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Noticed! Sheepy: Aru: Well, he doesn't go out much, and only goes out with someone else generally. Arsé-kun: Kay: So he's a bitch. Sheepy: Aru: That's a strong way to put it! Sheepy: Aru: If you're interested in any knowledge about them, I know some things! Sheepy: *...The lights flicker very briefly!* Arsé-kun: Kay: ... That can't be good. Sheepy: Aru: I wonder what that was...? Sheepy: Aru: Maybe a tea party won't work out after all if the power is going to go out. Arsé-kun: Kay: Eh fuck it. We already got the tea. Sheepy: Aru: Let's have fun while we still can! Sheepy: Aru: Arthur, Arthur! Do you know what chocolate is? Arsé-kun: Arthur: ...? No, I do not believe I do. Sheepy: Aru: It's, umm.. what's something similar to it that you've had? Sheepy: Aru: It's sweet and melty! But sometimes it's bitter. It can help get rid of headaches! But sometimes it can cause headaches. Sheepy: Aru: There's many different flavors and forms for it. For example, there's a drink version of it called hot chocolate. Sheepy: Aru: It's like a thicker, sweeter, less caffeinated tea, I guess...? Sheepy: Aru: By the way, caffeine is a chemical I think! It keeps you awake. Some teas have it! Arsé-kun: Arthur: What a large amount of information at once.. Sheepy: Aru: Oh, sorry! I'll try to be more concise next time! Arsé-kun: Arthur: What I got out of it is that many things have been discovered by now. Sheepy: Aru: Yes! Sheepy: Aru: When you're physical again, you can try it! Sheepy: Aru: Although, maybe it'll have too strong of a flavor for you? Arsé-kun: Kay: He'd eat a sour gummy worm and just fucking die again. Sheepy: Aru:?! Sheepy: Aru: Don't eat any sour gummy worms, Arthur! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Implying I know these words in this order. Sheepy: Aru:...Kay!! You tricked me! I don't know how to describe that! Arsé-kun: Kay: What's there to describe?! It's a sour worm! Sheepy: Aru: But people don't eat worms! Arsé-kun: Kay: Someone in the world does. Sheepy: Bedi: Actually, I watched Griflet eat one once. Arsé-kun: Kay: That's Grif! Sheepy: Aru: He doesn't count... Sheepy: Aru: Umm... It's... Sheepy: Aru: Green... Yellow... Orange... Arsé-kun: Merlin: It's a sweet, but it's covered in sour. It ain't bad, honestly. Sheepy: Aru: Umm.. There's like, multiple species of gummies...? Sheepy: Aru:..... Sheepy: Aru: I don't know anything about candy! Arsé-kun: Kay: Make Lucan do it. He's the culinary student. Sheepy: Aru: Wouldn't Merlin be best suited to talk about junk food? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Hey! I'm a science guy, not a foodie! Sheepy: Aru: Eh? But you've got a lot of experience with junk food, don't you? You're better suited than me! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Okay, fine!! It's junk food! There you go! Sheepy: Aru: Eh? I was hoping for a more detailed answer... Sheepy: Aru: You know, if a medieval peasant ate a dorito, they would probably die. Arsé-kun: Merlin: They'd take one sip of a starbucks coffee and just have a heart attack. Sheepy: Aru: Yeah, yeah! Arsé-kun: Kay: They'd think a hot dog is literal. Sheepy: Aru: They'd eat a twinkies and get sick instantly. Arsé-kun: Arthur: I'd like to watch you lot eat meat straight off the table and keep being sassy. Sheepy: Bedi: I've watched Griflet eat things from the ground. Sheepy: Aru: Once again, I don't think that really applies! Sheepy: Aru: Hmm... Meat off the table, no plate... Sheepy: Aru: I guess with what they lacked in taste, they made up with in bacteria...? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Absolutely! Sheepy: Aru: I always wanted to meet King Arthur! I'm glad I could without having to eat medieval food! Sheepy: Aru: Hey, you know Renfest? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I went once! Sheepy: Aru: Well, you know how they sell what they claim to be medieval food? Arsé-kun: Merlin: On plates? Sheepy: Aru: Paper plates! Plastic sporks! Sheepy: Aru: Fried ice cream... Arsé-kun: Merlin: I mean... That's to not bacteria everything, yeah? Arsé-kun: Merlin: fried what Sheepy: Aru: Fried ice cream! Arsé-kun: Merlin: That exists?? Sheepy: Aru: They sell that there! Sheepy: Aru: It's fried bread with cold ice cream in the middle. Arsé-kun: Merlin: .... That sounds real frickin' good. Sheepy: Aru: But if a medieval peasant tried to use a spork, well... Sheepy: Aru: ...Really, it'd be as useless as it is for us! Arsé-kun: *Arthur is trying to handle a tea packet. It isn't going* Sheepy: Aru: I believe in you! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I can handle swords in stones and wars, but not a single packet. Sheepy: Aru: That's because you haven't gotten the hang of it yet! You're King Arthur! You can do anything if you put your mind to it! Arsé-kun: *Arthur is having enough trouble keeping his arm on the table. He is Trying* Sheepy: Aru: Look, you've already made so much progress! Sheepy: *Aru looks absolutely hyped!* Arsé-kun: *Arthur turns to look at her while grabbing at the teabag. Is hold* Sheepy: Aru: Arthur, Arthur! You did it! Arsé-kun: *Arthur notices and promptly drops it. Oop. He does pick it back up though* Arsé-kun: *Your Ghost has evolved into Poltergeist!* Sheepy: Aru: !!! You've already made so much progress! Amazing! Arsé-kun: Arthur: As I have heard it be said-- I did the thing. Sheepy: Aru: Yes! Arsé-kun: Kay: Can't wait for him to get pissy and reenact the Poltergeist or some shit. Sheepy: Aru: Huh? Arsé-kun: Kay: Y'know. Angry ghost throwing shit around. Sheepy: Aru: Would he do that? Would Arthur get mad and throw things around? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Who knows? Sheepy: Aru: That answer is really ominous! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I wouldn't know if my behavior has changed since becoming a ghost. I would need to be informed. Sheepy: Aru: But I suppose sometimes when people are angry, they want to be alone... I'd understand that, too! Either way, I'm here for you! Arsé-kun: *rank ku ha* Arsé-kun: *Arthur will now die for y-wait* Sheepy: Aru: By the way, when I'm really upset, I cry and hug someone or something I really like until I feel better. Have you tried that before? It really works! Arsé-kun: Arthur: .... Can't say I have, Sheepy: Aru: Well, you can always try it! Sheepy: Aru: It always makes my mind feel clearer! Arsé-kun: Kay: For a grand total of one of us who feels that way. Sheepy: Aru: Huh? You let me hug you and cry on you earlier, so you must agree to some extent, right? Arsé-kun: Kay: That Arsé-kun: Kay: That's not the same. Sheepy: Aru:?.... Sheepy: Aru: Beddy's the best to hug when you're sad! Sheepy: Aru: He gets rid of all your sadness! Arsé-kun: Merlin: Diff Bedi but I agree anyway! Sheepy: Bedi: Ah... Thank you. It overjoys me to hear this. Arsé-kun: Merlin: <3 Sheepy: Aru: That's just universally a trait of all Bediveres! Arsé-kun: *Fou is staring out the window at another cat. Lorge.* Sheepy: Aru:...! Oh! *She goes and opens the window* Hello! Arsé-kun: Kay: God, no, not another cat. Sheepy: Aru: He's my friend! Arsé-kun: Kay: Who isn't?! Sheepy: Aru:..... Sheepy: Aru: *She tilts her head*.... Sheepy: Aru:..... Sheepy: Aru: *She tilts her head*.... Arsé-kun: Kay: I thought so. Sheepy: Aru: Anyway, you can come in! I was just talking about the best people to hug, so your timing is fitting! Arsé-kun: *Fat Cat enters room. It's large and its rotund and it is furry as hell. Fou doesn't even try to fight this new presence* Arsé-kun: *Merlin is staring...* Sheepy: *Aru hugs the cat!* Sheepy: *Elyan is giving the cat confused glances. This is the second cat he's seen here, and it looks nothing like Fou! New reference material? New reference material.* Arsé-kun: *The cat makes a Noise™.* Sheepy: Aru: I was a little concerned! Arsé-kun: cat: mmph. Sheepy: Aru: But the lights only flickered a bit. You did great! *pet, pet* Arsé-kun: Merlin: That's 9? Sheepy: Aru: Uhuh! Sheepy: Aru: By the way, he's #4 on best people to hug! Arsé-kun: Merlin: He's a lot smaller than I expected as a cat! Grampa cat. Sheepy: Aru: He's soft and kind! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: mewww Sheepy: Aru: You weren't hurt at all, were you? Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Nyape! Sheepy: Aru: That's good! I was concerned that'd he be too rough. Arsé-kun: *Mewlin looks around. And then sniffs Fou. Fou stares.* Sheepy: Elyan: *staaaaaare* Arsé-kun: Mewlin: ...????? Bird? Sheepy: Elyan: *honk* Arsé-kun: Mewlin: *Nyonk!* Sheepy: Elyan:?! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Weird bird! Sheepy: Aru: His name is Elyan! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: I'll be outta your fur in a bit, but gimme a feather, birdie! Sheepy: Aru: He's a water, according to Grif. I don't know what that means, but... He likes copying Merlin! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: uwu? Sheepy: Elyan:....? *squeaky Mewlin imitation* Birdie~! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Oh, I adore this. Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Hewwo? Is anybody dere?? heepy: Elyan: Heewwwooo! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Mistah Obawma! Sheepy: Elyan: *squeaky Mewlin voice* Obawma! Arsé-kun: *Merlin dies of laughter in the background* Arsé-kun: *Mewlin goes to investigate Merlin! ... And Bedi!* Sheepy: Bedi: Um... Hello. I'm Bedivere. Sheepy: Bedi: I'm a friend of Merlin's. It's nice to meet you, um... Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Mewlin! Merlin the ninth! Pleasure to meet yew, Bedivere! Sheepy: Bedi: Amazing... I didn't know that the ninth Merlin was a cat! Sheepy: Aru: Really? Myrrdin says that Misyr is a fraud. Arsé-kun: Mewlin: I'm not giving any information on that! Demon lord's the best answer that isn't... A myess! Sheepy: Aru:...? The mystery thickens...! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Mint probably figured it out! But I ain't gonna ask because I'll tell everybody, nya! Sheepy: Elyan:..... *squeaky Mewlin voice* Nya! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Quick learner! Myah! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Aight, gonna get outta yowr fur now! Just lemme..! Arsé-kun: *Mewlin rolls on the kitchen mat. He sheds on it. His now* Sheepy: Aru: Wow... Kay will be mad... Arsé-kun: *Kay is very clearly annoyed. Cat gonna get punted like a football* Arsé-kun: Mewlin: Too bad too sad! Teleportation point marked for future use! Nyehhh nyehhhh! *pbbbbbt* Sheepy: Aru: I suppose it's worth it, then! Arsé-kun: Mewlin: I'll tell everyone you said hi! Sheepy: Aru: Thank you! Arsé-kun: *Mewlin does a little hop and *Blip*s out. Goodbye fat cat* Arsé-kun: Kay: Fucking cats. Sheepy: Aru: He's really cute! Arsé-kun: Merlin: I gotta learn to do that. Sheepy: Aru: I know a really rude cat, too! But at the end of the day, all cats are cute! Sheepy: Bedi: Hmm... But our carpet... Sheepy: Bedi: Well, I suppose it's no different than Fou spreading fur around. Arsé-kun: Kay: My poor vacuum.. Sheepy: Bedi: Do you really think his hair being here lets him teleport to this room? Arsé-kun: Kay: Sure hope not. We got enough cats. Sheepy: Bedi: We have Fou. Is one enough? Arsé-kun: Kay: Yes. Sheepy: Elyan: Nya! Nyaaa! Arsé-kun: Fou: Nya! Arsé-kun: Kay: This ain't a fucking zoo. Sheepy: Bedi: But the bird doesn't shed... Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, it just leaves puddles probably. Sheepy: Bedi: So far he doesn't shed! But what if he learns from Mewlin's example? Arsé-kun: Kay: Then so help me. Arsé-kun: Fou: mrrp! Sheepy: Grif: *he's still half asleep* Nya... Arsé-kun: Kay: jesus christ Sheepy: Grif: *he sits down and yawns* Wow... I slept well. Hahaha... I was acting really silly yesterday. I guess I just needed a change of pace. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah. Sure. Sheepy: Grif: I must've looked really wimpy getting knocked out so soon. Arsé-kun: Kay: Lets go with that. Sheepy: Grif: I had a bad dream. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, did you? Is it gonna make me puke tea on you? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Kay: Time to discuss this somewhere else, then! Sheepy: Grif: Huh? Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I guess my dream must be really scary if you want to discuss it alone. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Don't ruin our tea party vibes, go talk about whatever you lovebirds gotta talk about! *he ignores the glare Kay gives him. revenge* Sheepy: Grif: Sure, let's go somewhere else. Arsé-kun: *Kay and Grif relocate to Kay's room. Kay shuts the door* Sheepy: Grif: I had a bad dream. Arsé-kun: Kay: Are you sure? Sheepy: Grif: It was really bad. Arsé-kun: Kay: Are you really sure it was? Sheepy: Grif: My chest hurts just thinking about it. It hurts a lot in general. Arsé-kun: Kay: That's what happens when ya do it to yourself, dumbass. Sheepy: Grif: What're you.... Arsé-kun: Kay: On the bright side, you fuckin' obliterated the yellow bastard! Lets talk about that exclusively! Sheepy: Grif:...I had a bad dream I stabbed myself with my hand of all things. Everything's all hazy... Arsé-kun: Kay: :') Arsé-kun: Kay: But did you.... Do it? Sheepy: Grif: I'm feeling really useless, because I feel like I can't do something for you that you want done, but you can't do yourself. I remember something along those lines, yes. I want to be able to do anything for you. I need to get stronger... Arsé-kun: Kay: ....... Yeah, don't do the thing I asked you to do! Arsé-kun: Kay: I very much like being alive! Sheepy: Grif: Huh? Sheepy: Grif:.... Sheepy: Grif: You didn't ask me to do anything in the dream that I remember... Arsé-kun: Kay: Then it was riiiight before that. I was right under you, wasn't I? Sheepy: Grif: How did you know? Arsé-kun: Kay: Are you really sure it was a dream, you berserker bitchass? Sheepy: Grif: I bled all over you, too, even though I promised not to bleed in front of you... Wow, dream me is terrible to you... Arsé-kun: Kay: That was... The least of my problems at that moment! Sheepy: Grif:...Is it not a dream? Arsé-kun: Kay: Ding ding, we got a winner. Sheepy: Grif: ....! Arsé-kun: Kay: No. No it goddamn was not. Sheepy: Grif: Kay! I'm sorry for bleeding on you! I'll bleed elsewhere in the future, so...! *He grunts and clutches his chest. Ow, ow, ow. Everything still hurts.* Arsé-kun: Kay: You were a foot away from fucking obliterating me, so I told you to just goddamn do it. But you didn't, so thank you! Sheepy: Grif: Yes! I'd never kill you! Arsé-kun: Kay: I literally begged you to get it over with. *he stops joking around* I really thought I was gonna die there. Sheepy: Grif:.....Kay... I'm sorry. Sheepy: Grif: Everything went blank after I hit that wall, and even then, it was all so hazy. Sheepy: Grif: I don't even know what happened. Arsé-kun: Kay: You're forgiven, Griflet. You weren't... You, until you fucked yourself up. Sheepy: Grif:.....? Arsé-kun: Kay: But like I said! You absolutely trashed the yellow bitch, so that's a positive! Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... Hmmmm... I thought I couldn't be driven mad by them. How concerning. I need to tell Dad about this. Arsé-kun: Kay: He knows. Trust me, he knows. Sheepy: Grif: If left undealt with, it could cause a huge problem... Sheepy: Grif: Ah? You told him? Excellent. Arsé-kun: Kay: Pssshhh, no. You bitched at him and used him as a ranged weapon. It worked, too! Knocked Hats onto his ass! Sheepy: Grif: I-I did what?! Sheepy: Grif: Oh no... Oh no, he's going to hate me... Sheepy: Grif: I don't want Dad to hate me... What do I do...? Arsé-kun: Kay: *imitating something between a gorilla and Grif* Ouuuugh! I'm angry! What do you MEAN you're uncertain, you liar! Everyone lies to me and I'm angry! Hoooo! Arsé-kun: Kay: And then you probably gave an eldritch being a concussion! Arsé-kun: Kay: But he probably figured it out. He's orb dad, not a dumbass like you. Arsé-kun: Kay: But... More importantly, I really wanted you to get it over with if I was gonna die. I'd rather the devil I know do it than anyone else.. And hell, it ain't like I can do it myself. Arsé-kun: Kay: ...... Not that I haven't considered it. Sheepy: Grif:.....Kay... Why would you...? It's not like you could just revive... *Grif is visibly confused. He tilts his head.* Is the afterlife that nice? I've died so many times,but I'll never experience it until my job is truly over. Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm... Anyway, I'm glad you didn't do it. I never would've met you if you had. Before that, I was just drifting aimlessly without anyone to truly call a friend, outside of my own family. Sheepy: Grif: So... if you were to die now... Ah... I don't really know the words to truly describe the sadness I'd feel. Sheepy: Grif: Even the thought of it fills me with dread. I see. These must be the feelings I gained by bonding so closely with you. I must grow stronger to protect you... Ah, I mean...! *He appears flustered* And protect all humans, yes! Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Arsé-kun: Kay: Grif, we're dating. Arsé-kun: Kay: You're allowed to say things to me like that. Arsé-kun: *Kay very clearly is ignoring that first question.* Arsé-kun: Kay: ...... But yeah. I'm glad I didn't do anything stupid too. Arsé-kun: Kay: But on the plus side!! *he picks up his dented golf club* I accomplished this on Hats! Sheepy: Grif: Wow... You used him to bend a golf club... Amazing! Arsé-kun: Kay: I got a hit on him at all! I can only get better from here! Sheepy: *There's some sort of chanting from Bedi outside the room. It's getting louder. take flight... Silver meteor... Dead end...* Sheepy: Bedi: --Airgetlam! *He suddenly busts into the room and hits Kay with his metal arm!* Arsé-kun: Kay: YEOW!! *he grabs onto his head where he's been struck* I definitely deserved that, but still..! Sheepy: Bedi: *He huffs* I could do much worse, but it'd be cruel of me. Arsé-kun: Kay: I could've used that when I was worse off, y'know! Sheepy: Bedi: Well, I wasn't there, because you ran off without telling anyone where you were going. Arsé-kun: Kay: I didn't mean yesterday!! Sheepy: Bedi: I looked all over the campus for you today! I didn't find you. I even went ahead and went to the detective for help... Sheepy: Bedi: My apologies for overhearing things. That was rude of me. However... Sheepy: Bedi: You are running around trying to look cool by putting yourself in harm's way. That isn't "cool" or "heroic". It's just irresponsible! Arsé-kun: Kay: I wasn't talking about... Arsé-kun: Kay: Maybe at the beginning I was, but that wasn't even what we were talking about! Sheepy: Bedi: However, you keep doing it! Arsé-kun: Kay: Didn't you get texted about it when we went?? Sheepy: Bedi: I got an incomprehensible cryptic message... Arsé-kun: Kay: .... Rrrright. I should have texted for Grif. Sheepy: Bedi: I paid it no mind, because I assumed it was just Grif practicing. Arsé-kun: Kay: Okay, fine. Let's work this out, Bedi. How much did you hear? Sheepy: Bedi: Is it truly right of me to reveal just how rude I have been...? Sheepy: Bedi: Ah, what a conundrum... I feel so embarrassed about my actions... And to admit the extent of them... Sheepy: Bedi: However, I suppose I should be honest and admit that I heard you speaking about letting Grif end your life... Ah, I heard that too. And by that, I gleamed... Sheepy: Bedi:...How should I say... Arsé-kun: Kay: ... I think if you guys all didn't show up when you did, we wouldn't be here now. Sheepy: Bedi:...... Sheepy: Bedi:....Kay... Is that truly how you feel? Arsé-kun: Kay: It was for a while. Sheepy: Bedi: ...Why? Was it a lack of purpose...? Loneliness...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Both. Sheepy: Bedi:..... Sheepy: Bedi: I didn't even notice... I can't believe it... Arsé-kun: Kay: That's how it works. Always has. Arsé-kun: Kay: Living alone wasn't my best idea in the long run, huh. Sheepy: Bedi:.....Kay. I'm sorry... I should've been there for you more. Arsé-kun: Kay: It's okay. I didn't say anything. ... Really should have. Arsé-kun: Kay: And this might be stupid, but I feel like I'm doing something. I wasn't even touched this time! Sheepy: Bedi:......I see... Sheepy: Bedi: So this is your choice. There's no way I can change your mind...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Only if you can sidetrack me into something else! Sheepy: Bedi: Sidetrack...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Y'know. Distract me with somethin' else. Y'knooow. Sheepy: Bedi: My apologies... I don't really have any hobbies that are fun for people to join... Arsé-kun: Kay: Then what do you do all day? Bang?? Arsé-kun: Kay: Aww, never miiind. Arsé-kun: *Kay gets up, wipes off his whiteboard, and starts writing on it. No more edgy sad quotes. Only positive affirmations on this whiteboard tonight boys! I have friends! I have things to do! People care! Artair's dentist appointment is tomorrow. I'm gonna learn to kick ass!!* Sheepy: Bedi: Well, let's see... Sheepy: Bedi: Merlin and I spend a lot of time together doing many different things. Sheepy: Bedi: I mostly just follow his example. Arsé-kun: Kay: Teach me the magic you know then, scrublord! Sheepy: Bedi:....Um... I have little talent in that department... Sheepy: Bedi: Aru picks it up quickly. Have you asked her? Arsé-kun: Kay: She refers to Merlin! Last time I tried, I blew shit up. Sheepy: Bedi: The truth is, I mostly just use it to enhance Airgetlam. Arsé-kun: Kay: Good enough! Teach me how to do that too! Sheepy: Bedi: I can recognize plants with ease, so I could be of use when it comes to that. Sheepy: Bedi: I can immediately recognize if things are edible or not. Sheepy: Bedi: For example, I could teach you how to make healing potions. Very simple. Arsé-kun: Kay: Eh? You know how to do that? Sheepy: Bedi: Yes. I'm very proud of it. Arsé-kun: Kay: I wouldn't need to rely on SOMEONE'S hoarding then.... Sheepy: Bedi: It is very enjoyable making them with Merlin... Sheepy: Grif: Wow... You should tell them to stop hoarding... Arsé-kun: Kay: It's you, moron. Sheepy: Grif: Wow.... Sheepy: Grif: This... is the one thing you can't have. Arsé-kun: Kay: Fair enough! You can't have my healing items then either, so nyehhh! ;P Sheepy: Grif: Hahaha... Foolishness. As if I would want your healing items. After all... Sheepy: Grif: I might need them later! Sheepy: Grif: What a waste to use them now! Later could be so much worse! Figure something out and scrape by! Sheepy: Grif: That's the way of a kni- Ghhaak! *He clutches his chest* The next boss's always worse...!! Arsé-kun: Kay: Shut up before you ki--- Before you goddamn die a second time. Sheepy: Bedi: Wouldn't he heal by now? Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Good point. Sheepy: Grif:.....Hmmm... hmmm... Sheepy: Grif: And yet... It hurts a lot. Very much. I'd rate it 8/10 on a pain scale. Arsé-kun: Kay: What's orb think? Sheepy: Grif: *he pulls out Paimon* Arsé-kun: *Paimon is very cracked. Be Careful* Sheepy: Grif:.....? Sheepy: Grif:....Dad? How'd this happen...?! Arsé-kun: Yog: *from Paimon* Oh, you're speaking to me now? Sheepy: Grif: Why wouldn't I..?. Arsé-kun: Yog: Well, I was used as a concussive weapon, to answer your question. And I figured you were at least a bit upset with me being unable to assist at the time. Sheepy: Grif: I don't remember anything. Arsé-kun: Yog: I already wrote it down. Here. *a popup appears!* Sheepy: Grif: X, X, X.... Close, close... Arsé-kun: Yog: Absolutely not. You need to observe how dangerous this was. Sheepy: Grif: If I was mad at you enough I didn't want to be in speaking terms with you, I don't wanna remember. Arsé-kun: Yog: You can tell me if you have any complaints. I wouldn't have any reasons to be angry with you. Arsé-kun: Yog: My only complaint is to at least tell me before I am a blunt weapon. I was not prepared for that. Sheepy: Grif: *huff* Don't have anything to talk about about that! Arsé-kun: Yog: Nothing? Nothing about my not warning you at all prior? Or how about how I say things and never explain? I can tell when you're upset, Grif. Sheepy: Grif: Well, that's a flaw you gave me. No control over that! Sheepy: Grif: Most people go without their parents telling them they've been targeted by a family member, or that they've been modeled after some incredibly unlikable man. You're just following the norm, yes. *huff* Arsé-kun: Yog: ... Jaufre was a very good knight that I respected for his ideals and stubborness, but go off, I suppose. Sheepy: Grif: And yet, the people who knew him disliked him. Arsé-kun: Yog: It happens to be that way sometimes. I only used him as a base. You're Griflet, not Jaufre. Arsé-kun: Yog: I again refer to this like the sims creator menu. You can start with a base, but change it completely from there. Sheepy: Grif: Sometimes it doesn't quite feel like it. Arsé-kun: Yog: Then it will have to be looked into. That may be an error on my part. Arsé-kun: Yog: Having a connection with a dead man was not intended. Sheepy: Grif: Elyan was imitating him. Something about his words made my heart ache. Arsé-kun: Yog: I will prepare a quest for you based on this. I may have an idea.. But I will not go on what I've seen. Sheepy: Grif: There's another thing, too. Sheepy: Grif: When I was revived, I wasn't healed much. Arsé-kun: Yog: That is due to a passive buff. You deal extra damage to Eldritch enemies. You yourself are also counted as Eldritch. Self damage is increased. Sheepy: Grif: When can I expect to heal? Arsé-kun: Yog: So the revive's heal did not actually completely work. My error again. If I had prepared earlier on, I'd have caught it... You could. Use an item now. Sheepy: Grif: Ahahaha! Arsé-kun: Kay: All I got are the status sweets and some cookies that don't do shit. Can't help. Sheepy: Grif: Tomorrow's boss is always worse! Arsé-kun: Kay: Do these do anything? *he holds a chaos cookie out for Grif* Sheepy: Grif: Many things. Arsé-kun: Kay: Is it bad? Sheepy: Grif: Sometimes. Arsé-kun: Yog: I absolutely do not recommend it right now. Sheepy: Grif: Ha? Arsé-kun: Yog: Unless you want one of the worst outcomes. Sheepy: Grif: No. Arsé-kun: Yog: Please do not die a second time this week. Sheepy: Grif: I'll fight in this state and win! That's the power of a knight! Hahah- Khhhh! Arsé-kun: Yog: .... My disappointment is immeasurable and I want to see you in the other room. Sheepy: Grif: ?! ...D-disappointed? Immeasurable... ... F-fine. I'll go to the other room. *He gets up and heads out of Kay's room* Arsé-kun: *Yog is already in the other room, legs over the side of a chair, already got some hot cocoa. Timey whimey shut the fuck up.* Arsé-kun: Yog: Please learn to not be so selfish with your belongings. Also, do you want to eat? I saved food for you. Sheepy: Grif: Ah. In person... Normally, I'd be happy about this. Arsé-kun: Yog: I didn't say I was disappointed with you, my over-assuming dragonkin. Sheepy: Grif: Dad is like that too. ... Did I eat yesterday? Arsé-kun: Yog: You did not. Arsé-kun: *Yog pulls out a tupperware. It's lukewarm. who is luke and why is he war[brick'd]* Sheepy: Grif: Wow. Plastic. Looks crunchy. Arsé-kun: Yog: If you eat the plastic I will most certainly dump you into space. Sheepy: Grif:?! I can visit you if I eat it... Arsé-kun: Yog: .... Arsé-kun: Yog: I am outside of space. You know this. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... hmmm. So that won't work. Arsé-kun: Kay: Eat my cooking before I give you a swirly in the toilet you domesticated feral tide pod infestation Sheepy: Grif: I understand only some of those words and not in that order. Arsé-kun: Kay: I called you a poisonous feral bastard. Sheepy: Grif: I see... Sheepy: Grif: Hungry... Sheepy: Grif: I'm hungry, so I'll eat it Arsé-kun: *Kay waits* Sheepy: *Grif eats the leftovers.* Arsé-kun: *Kay waits expectantly part 2* Sheepy: Grif:...Tastes good. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I feel bad not eating it yesterday... Arsé-kun: *Kay looks relieved* Arsé-kun: Yog: And now, my last task while here. I want to buy those twinkies off you. Sheepy: Grif:...... Sheepy: Grif: *squint* Arsé-kun: Yog: ... Okay, just one then. Sheepy: Grif:.......What's a twinkie? Arsé-kun: Yog: ... Pocket bread. Sheepy: Grif: I will sell you my pocket bread. Arsé-kun: Yog: Yahoo. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I can sell Dad things, and he's even right here in the room with me... Arsé-kun: Yog: Everything else you found I recommend bringing to Wilbur. Herbert won't care about things that aren't or weren't living. Sheepy: Grif: What about minions? Arsé-kun: Yog: ... Which kind? Arsé-kun: Yog: You got one? That can go to Herbert then, yes. Sheepy: Grif: By the way. Sheepy: Grif: How can I fix Paimon? Sheepy: Grif: And will my menu be affected? Arsé-kun: Yog: I can repair Paimon. I do expect a glitch or two to slip through while I'm not watching, though. Sheepy: Grif: I see.... That's fine. I can handle glitches. Arsé-kun: Yog: I can't say what kind will appear if they do. Too many potentials to choose from. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Even Dad doesn't know things sometimes. Arsé-kun: Yog: It happens. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I wonder what else you don't know. Arsé-kun: Yog: Grandfather's original name. Where my parent is. Why humans are the way that they are. Why I can't come out more often. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... You sure don't know a lot. Arsé-kun: Yog: There's a reason I look things up when you ask for definitions. Sheepy: Grif:......? Arsé-kun: Yog: To make sure you get a correct answer. Sheepy: Grif:... Hmm.. hmm..... *he looks up* ... Arsé-kun: Yog: .... Sheepy: Grif:...Didn't learn anything. Arsé-kun: Yog: ... As in, to check a fact or get information about something. Sheepy: Grif:...Ah. Sheepy: Grif: Wow.... Sheepy: Grif: So if I had this power... Sheepy: Grif:..... Sheepy: Grif: Wow, I wouldn't need to ask you anything. Arsé-kun: Yog: Learn to read and write english and you'll be able to research whatever you want. Sheepy: Grif: I wouldn't have any reason to ask you anything. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I don't want that... Sheepy: Grif: Too bad. Sheepy: Grif: But a higher INT would be useful... Arsé-kun: Kay: How about we throw some of that junk we found at your brother, and then harass mr zombie raiser? Sheepy: Grif: Good idea. Sheepy: Grif: Let's go! Sheepy: *Grif heads out to see Wilbur!* Arsé-kun: *Kay, of course, follows him. But not before telling Merlin the dishes are his problem. Merlin stares at him* Sheepy: *Poor Merlin!* Sheepy: Grif: Wil. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: What do you want? *he is, as per usual, at the coffee shoppe, behind the counter* Sheepy: Grif: Can you inspect something for me? Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Yeah, I guess so. I don't have anything else to do. Sheepy: *Grif dumps a bunch of paints and paintings in front of him!* Arsé-kun: Wilbur: what the fuck. Sheepy: Grif: I robbed an art museum. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: That's a way to word it. Sheepy: Grif: It's true. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: I don't care. *he says, caring aggressively* Arsé-kun: Wilbur: The paint seems normal. Don't care about that either. Sheepy: Grif: Oh. Okay. Sheepy: Grif: And the pictures? Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Some of these are interesting. There's a small amount of latent magic, but more importantly is what is on them. Sheepy: Grif: Magic? Arsé-kun: Wilbur: This first one is the easiest to identify. It's Tsathoggua. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... The artist did seem like he was, uh... Arsé-kun: Kay: Totally fucked up. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Exactly. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: I find these interesting, so I'll hold onto them for a while. ... You want something in return, don't you? Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Hmm. Fine, I guess I can pay you. Sheepy: Grif: Great. Sheepy: Grif: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Whatever. Buy somethin' or get away from the counter. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Sheepy: Grif: I like visiting you... Do I have to buy something? Arsé-kun: Wilbur: .... I'll make exception for you. Sheepy: Grif: Thanks. Arsé-kun: *Duncan is reaching his hand up to steal the paints off the counter meanwhile. he wann paint* Arsé-kun: Wilbur: ... Well, I guess we're taking those too. Sheepy: Grif: They don't smell tasty. Arsé-kun: Duncan: I dun think y'eat paint, Grif! Sheepy: Grif: But it was in with the pocket bread Dad wanted to eat. Arsé-kun: Kay: That's not paint, asshole. Sheepy: Grif: But it doesn't smell like food either. Sheepy: Grif: And yet, it's pocket bread. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, because the plastic was closed, moron, when will you learn plastic isn't edible? Sheepy: Grif:......*he tilts his head*..... Sheepy: Grif: I can eat plastic. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: You might be able to, but it ruins how other food tastes. Sheepy: Grif: I never think about taste very hard. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Your loss. Sheepy: Grif: Is pocket bread so amazing that I'm ruijing it by eating it in the shell? Arsé-kun: Duncan: Whas pocket bread? Sheepy: Grif: Bread in plastic. You put it in your pocket. Sheepy: Grif: Dad wanted it. Arsé-kun: Kay: It's a damn twinkie. Arsé-kun: Duncan: Twinkie? I thin' I heard somone call Il a twinkie once? Sheepy: Grif: Wow... He's a pocket bread man? Arsé-kun: Wilbur: This is a disaster. No to both. Sheepy: Grif: Wow. Sheepy: Grif: Grandpa defeated him once. Very cool. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: So we saw. Sheepy: Misyr: *He floats in, pouting and grumbling to himself* Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Please keep both feet on the floor in this establishment, thank you. Sheepy: Misyr: I'm a demon king! I can do what I want! *pout, pout* Sheepy: Misyr: I've been scolded and told what to do for the past hour or so. But I didn't leave in the middle becsuse demon lords have to be polite and listen to every last word. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Several inconsistencies there, but okay. Sheepy: Grif: It's true. Every final boss needs to have banter with the hero that ends in combat, but the conversation can't be interrupted for a cheap shot. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: If I was a final boss, I would absolutely snipe the hero mid-monologue. Sheepy: Grif: Awful. Awful! I would never interrupt monologues! Arsé-kun: Wilbur: As the last boss, I would employ every possible method to survive. That is one. Sheepy: Misyr: "Don't nuke things, Misyr Rex!" "It's against the rules, Misyr Rex!" "You can't just destroy the power supply, Misyr Rex!" Arsé-kun: Wilbur: You can't charge your phone without a power supply, Misyr Rex. Sheepy: Grif: Final bosses are destined to be defeated. Death is not guaranteed. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Don't want that either. Not again. Sheepy: Misyr: Haaaa? I'm plugging it into the wall, not using my magic! Arsé-kun: Wilbur: I said what I said, lord of lies. Sheepy: Grif: Buzz, buzz. Arsé-kun: Duncan: Bzz, bzzz! Sheepy: Grif: Just like Beelzebub. Sheepy: Misyr: Ah, the bee guy. Sheepy: Grif:........ Arsé-kun: Raph: *from Misyr's seat* Beelzebub is lord of the flies, not lies. That's reserved for Lucifer! Sheepy: Grif: Isn't that what was said? Sheepy: Grif:...Ah. No. He said lies, didn't he. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: I said lies. Close enough. Buy your coffee, Rex. Sheepy: Misyr: Oh, I guess I'll get a second cup! Sheepy: Misyr: After being scolded by Holmes all that time, well... Arsé-kun: Wilbur: That's rough, buddy. *he's totally deadpan* Sheepy: Grif: Maybe you shouldn't nuke the power supply. Arsé-kun: Raph: I agree. We need that. Sheepy: Misyr: Raphael... Nobody will explain this to me. Sheepy: Misyr: What is a power supply? Arsé-kun: *Raph decides to explain this in a way even Grif would understand.* Sheepy: Misyr: Ah! I understand! We don't use things like that where I rule! Arsé-kun: Raph: Mmmhm. Sheepy: Misyr: No need for such things! Arsé-kun: Raph: Then how do you charge your phone? Sheepy: Misyr: Magic, of course! I can do anything I understand! Sheepy: Misyr: So basically! I can do almost anything!!! Arsé-kun: *The World Revolving starts quietly playing from two different orbs at once. Yog is teasing Misyr a little* Sheepy: Misyr: Popular song... Sheepy: Grif: No. That's just Dad. Sheepy: Misyr: Anyway, did I mention rhat there was some weirdo egging me on? Sheepy: Misyr: Yes, him! Arsé-kun: Raph: Please don't take him seriously. He's named after drunken revelry for a reason. Sheepy: Misyr: I felt very powerful all of a sudden! It made me want to rampage! Arsé-kun: Raph: That's his thing. Sheepy: Misyr: Eh? Arsé-kun: Raph: Come over and I'll explain. Sheepy: Misyr:...... Sheepy: Misyr: Ahahahahaha! To think a demon lord such as myself would be affected that way...! Arsé-kun: Raph: Doesn't matter what you are in this case. Sheepy: Misyr: That's really scary. We should keep Il away from him. Arsé-kun: Raph: I already do. Sheepy: Misyr: Good! Sheepy: Grif: Wow. For a final boss, he's really sociable. Maybe he's actually not a final boss. Arsé-kun: Wilbur: Maybe a mid-boss. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... The type you'd defeat by just befriending him... Sheepy: Misyr: Ouch... Sheepy: Grif: Anyway, let's bring this dead body to Herb. Arsé-kun: *Grif gets A Look™ from Raph for that statement* Arsé-kun: Kay: Y-yeah, let's get that over with. Sheepy: Misyr:...Wow, no subtlety at all. Sheepy: *Grif heads off to find Herb!* Arsé-kun: *You know where Herb is. Everyone knows where Herb is. He's working.* Sheepy: Grif: Herb. Sheepy: Grif: I have a dead body for you. Arsé-kun: Herb: *not looking up from his latest cadaver* Excellent! Is it human, or is it better? Sheepy: Grif: *He dumps the dancer corpse in front of Herb* Arsé-kun: Herb: ... I appreciate this, but this body actually does need to be buried. Please place this interesting find on a side table. Sheepy: *Grif shifts it to the side table* Sheepy: Grif: I see. When I find a body, I put it on the side table. Simple. Arsé-kun: Herb: Yes, thank you. Now give me a moment to close this up. Arsé-kun: *Herb does eventually finish up and move on to what Grif brought. He looks excited by it* Sheepy: Grif: Is it to your satisfaction? Arsé-kun: Herb: Yes, I will accept this. Sheepy: Grif: Great. Arsé-kun: *Grif is Paid for the body. Money is money* Sheepy: Grif: Thank you. Arsé-kun: Herb: You're welcome. Please tell your father to stop suggesting video game virus names every single time I need a name for something. Sheepy: Grif: I'll make sure to tell him. He's sitting in my dorm right now. Arsé-kun: Herb: He's outside...? And hasn't been assaulted instantly for it? That's different. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Don't tell Grandpa. Arsé-kun: Herb: I would never. Sheepy: Grif: Thank you. Arsé-kun: *Kay continues waiting outside for Grif. He ain't going in there.* Arsé-kun: Kay: How'd it go? Sheepy: Grif: I was paid. He liked it. Arsé-kun: Kay: Neat. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Now I can buy things. Arsé-kun: Kay: Neat. But do you want to? Sheepy: Grif: Now what? Do we head home? Arsé-kun: Kay: We could, or we could spend money. Sheepy: Grif: For what? Groceries? Sheepy: Grif: I could buy all sorts of new things. For example... Sheepy: Grif: Meat sticks in plastic. Arsé-kun: Kay: Armor. Weapons. New golf club. Food. Tech. Sheepy: Grif: What? There's a place that sells weapons and armor? Arsé-kun: Kay: Fuck, probably. My weapon was a golf club. Sheepy: Grif: Wow.... I want to to there. Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm... Paimon, where can I buy weapons? Arsé-kun: Yog: I can't spoil that for you. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Arsé-kun: Yog: Not everything can be learned through me. Sometimes you need to ask relevant people. Please remember that. Sheepy: Grif:....... Arsé-kun: Yog: [Shop till they Drop] will be added to your mini quest menu. Sheepy: Grif: [>You try to remember someone who might be associated with weapons. Lance's face comes to mind, right? Right?] Sheepy: Grif: I can't think of anyone. Arsé-kun: Yog: Your only hint for this step: Cool. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Must be in the freezer section... Arsé-kun: Yog: Wrong definition. Sheepy: Grif: [>Lance's face comes to mind.] Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... *he's looking at the textboxes as they pop up* Sheepy: Grif:.....I'll ask Lot. He's very cool. Sheepy: Grif: [>You change your mind and decide to ask Lance.] Arsé-kun: Kay: .... You gotta learn english faster, even your popups are giving you hints. Sheepy: Grif:...? Arsé-kun: Kay: It says to ask Lance. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Dad added such a useful feature, but in a language I can't read... Arsé-kun: Yog: I haven't done anything. That wasn't me. Sheepy: Grif: I see. Lance likes weapons.... And, what? Arsé-kun: Yog: I was not giving more hints. We spoke of it being buggy already, but this is ridiculous. Sheepy: Grif: [>You disregard this and continue to believe in your father's good will.] Arsé-kun: Kay: ... Hey, whatever's causing this text bug? Grif can't read english, dumbass. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... hmmm... that's concerning. Arsé-kun: Kay: I ain't worried. It's tryin' to help your stupid ass. Sheepy: Grif: [›.......] Arsé-kun: Yog: I also need to update the firewall to keep out eidolon additions... Sheepy: Grif: [›Parlez-vous Francias?] Arsé-kun: Kay: Is that french? I ain't know it. Sheepy: Grif: [›..........................] Arsé-kun: Kay: Just keep to english. I can read it at least. Sheepy: Grif: What is eidolon? Arsé-kun: Yog: If I define this, it will ruin me using a strange word for it to begin with. Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm... Sheepy: Grif: A dinosaur. Arsé-kun: Yog: No. Sheepy: Grif: A lizard. Arsé-kun: Yog: Still no. Not a dragon either. Sheepy: Grif: I'm out of ideas. Sheepy: Grif: [>You decide not to press further, and instead focus on completing Quest: Shop Til You Drop] Arsé-kun: Kay: And stop narrating in first person. Sheepy: Grif: [>You realize that the narration is in second person and not first person, and decide not to argue further.] Arsé-kun: Kay: Grif, your narration is sassing me with grammar facts. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Sheepy: Grif: Dad got me a narrator for my early birthday. I'm so excited....... Sheepy: Grif: Hahaha...... Arsé-kun: *Grif and Kay go bother the Lancelot brothers. yippee* Arsé-kun: *... Except only one is home. Hi Lot* Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I'm suddenly feeling flustered... Sheepy: Grif: What if I say something rude or embarrassing...? Arsé-kun: Kay: Who cares? Sheepy: Grif: [>You realize that you regularly say embarrassing things and stop worrying about it in favor of the task at hand.] Arsé-kun: Yog: [>You stop narrating because Griflet cannot read your input. I am going to force shut down pop-ups.] Sheepy: Grif: [>You realize that I'm having harmless fun that is actually helpful and decide to let me continue.] Arsé-kun: Yog: [>You decide that overall this is rather silly, and let this continue only so Griflet may pick up English faster. And no other reason.] Arsé-kun: Lot: Your text boxes are fighting. Sheepy: Grif: Yes.... Sheepy: Grif: Lot, do you know where to buy weapons? Arsé-kun: Lot: I only know how Lance gets his. Most of them he bought before we came here, a few were bought online. I've heard there's somewhere to buy them, but I haven't seen it yet. Sheepy: Grif: Wow.... Arsé-kun: Lot: My apologies. Lance went to his club meeting. Sheepy: Grif: Too bad. I don't have a credit card so I can't shop online. Arsé-kun: Yog: [1/3 targets spoken to. 2 remain.] Sheepy: Grif: Wow... 1/3.... 2....2........ Sheepy: Grif: 2 must be left. Arsé-kun: Kay: Excellent deduction, mathlete. Three minus one does equal two. Sheepy: Grif: Mathlete? My name is Griflet. Sheepy: Grif: [>You, too, feel embarrassed by the fact Cai would explain this to you. You feel determined to work on your INT to prevent this from happening again.] Arsé-kun: Yog: [>You also desire to raise your WIS to prevent these mistakes.] Arsé-kun: Kay: Aaaand your stats are being insulted. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... It hurts, just a little... Arsé-kun: Yog: [>Also, his name is Kay. This is not yours.] Arsé-kun: Kay: So we gotta ask Lance eventually, and... .... Sheepy: Grif: [>Kay is just Cai but spelled differently.] Arsé-kun: Kay: .... I dunno who else. Sheepy: Grif: We'll find out when we talk to Lance. Arsé-kun: Yog: [*in french* Do not disrespect my future son-in-law please. Thanks.] Sheepy: Grif: [*in French* How is it an insult? The names sound almost exactly the same! Can't they be used interchangeably?] Arsé-kun: Yog: [*French* Jaufre, stop being difficult for five minutes. You are correct, but it's still not his name.] Arsé-kun: Kay: They swapped languages. Can't you fuckers do this privately?? Shoo, do this somewhere else! Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Arsé-kun: Yog: ... My apologies for all that. I didn't realize it was being displayed. I'll just contact Andromalius instead. Sheepy: Grif: I see. The recent bug lets you send messages using your orb to Paimon. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Maybe Wil will message me next... I feel very popular from all the messages I'm getting already.. Arsé-kun: Yog: I'll be taking this from the comment section to the dms. Carry on your questing. Sheepy: Grif: Okay. Have fun. Arsé-kun: Kay: I noticed something, but I feel like I shouldn't bring it up. Sheepy: Grif: I see. You, too, know spoilers. Arsé-kun: Kay: Only because a name got used in all that french. Sheepy: Grif: Wow.... Arsé-kun: Kay: If I had my phone, I'd just message Lance, but... Sheepy: *Grif takes out his phone and hands it to Kay* Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, fine. Sheepy: Grif: Did you want me to message him instead? Arsé-kun: Kay: I can do it. Sheepy: Grif: Wow...Make sure to tell him he's really cool. Arsé-kun: *Kay groans but does as asked* Sheepy: Grif: Thanks. Arsé-kun: *This takes a few minutes.* Sheepy: Grif: Well? How did it go? Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm.... Maybe I should save some of my money so I can eventually buy you a phone. Arsé-kun: Kay: He said he'd ask the club leader... And phones are expensive, so I don't recommend that. Sheepy: Grif: Wow. So Grandpa's gift was very valuable... Sheepy: Grif: He goes to a weapons club? Arsé-kun: Kay: No? Sheepy: Grif:...? Sheepy: Grif: Then what? Arsé-kun: Kay: It's a bunch of delinquents doing who knows what. Sheepy: Grif: Oh. Sheepy: Grif: I see, delinquents must be weapon lovers. Arsé-kun: Kay: Even if they're not, Lance is. Sheepy: Grif: Hmmm... Arsé-kun: Kay: Oh, he responded. Huh. Sheepy: Grif: What did he say? Arsé-kun: Kay: He says it's someone on campus. Sheepy: Grif: I see... Someone associated with weapons... Arsé-kun: Kay: .... ..... *thinking* Sheepy: Gawain: Reminds me of the drill sergeant I know! Sheepy: Gawain: He's a weapon enthusiast too. Arsé-kun: *Kay jumps like 50 feet. not really.* Arsé-kun: Kay: Where the FUCK did you come from?! Sheepy: Gawain:...Next door? Arsé-kun: Kay: I can usually hear you three hallways away, what the fuck? Sheepy: Gawain: I'm practicing my stealth! Arsé-kun: Kay: Great work then. Good lord. *kay didnt almost have a cardiac arrest. nope* Sheepy: Gawain: I'm trying to disturn people less! Arsé-kun: Kay: Disturn. Sheepy: Gawain: Disfurb! Sheepy: Gawain:...Disturb! Arsé-kun: Kay: Keep it up. You might be able to read better than Grif at this rate. Sheepy: Gawain: I can read! However! The spelling bee master of the group is...! Sheepy: Grif: Bees can spell? Arsé-kun: Lot: Here comes another mess of a conversation. Sheepy: Gawain: Tristan! Arsé-kun: Kay: Joke here. Sheepy: Gawain: He's the spelling bee master! Sheepy: Grif: I could be a spelling bee master too. Sheepy: Grif: If you slay the competition, you will always come out on top. Arsé-kun: Kay: Until you get killed. Sheepy: Grif:...... Sheepy: Grif: No one at a spelling bee could kill me. Sheepy: Grif: I'd punch their kneecaps. Arsé-kun: Kay: Now spell kneecaps. Sheepy: Grif: ..... Sheepy: Grif: Knee... is... Sheepy: Grif: N-i. And then cap is... C-a-t. Arsé-kun: Kay: You got more of it than I expected, but no. Sheepy: Grif: What? Arsé-kun: Kay: It was a bad question and English is stupid. It starts with a K. Sheepy: Grif: Cap does? Arsé-kun: Kay: Knee. Sheepy: Grif:?! Sheepy: Grif: I don't hear it... Arsé-kun: Lot: K-N-E-E-C-A-P-S. The K is silent. Sheepy: Grif: Wow.... Sheepy: Grif: That's a long word. Arsé-kun: Kay: Good luck, English breaks its own rules... All the time. Sheepy: Grif: Next you'll ask me to spell meniscus. Arsé-kun: Kay: I don't even know how that's spelled. Sheepy: Grif:....... Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Sheepy: Grif: Even Kay doesn't know something... Sheepy: Grif: Maybe I'm not so dumb after all. Arsé-kun: Kay: Wasn't my int just over yours? Sheepy: Grif: Hmm... So we're both dumb... Arsé-kun: Kay: Awful. Sheepy: Grif: Dumb and dumber... Arsé-kun: Kay: Absolutely not! Sheepy: Grif: What would we be then? Arsé-kun: Kay: ..... Arsé-kun: Lot: The warrior and... um. Arsé-kun: Lot: .. I'm still not sure what class would fit Kay best. Sheepy: Grif: Warrior.... Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Sheepy: Grif: That sounds cool... Sheepy: Grif: Anyway, let's find the drill sergeant. Sheepy: Grif: He's not scary. Arsé-kun: Kay: I don't feel like gettin' bitched at. Sheepy: Grif: Hmm.... Sheepy: Grif: But... weapons... Arsé-kun: Kay: We do need them, but... Sheepy: Grif: I'll fight him if he yells at you. Arsé-kun: Kay: If you get shot, it isn't my problem. Sheepy: Grif: Don't worry. I can tank it Arsé-kun: Kay: Cause I definitely wanna see that. Sheepy: Grif: I'll consider letting yoy just get yelled at. Arsé-kun: Kay: Harsh. Sheepy: Grif:...? I don't know what else to do. Arsé-kun: Kay: Not get shot? Sheepy: *Grif drags Kay to go find Dho!* Sheepy: Grif: You. I'm looking for weapons. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Can't you see I'm busy?? Sheepy: Grif: Uh.... Sheepy: Grif: I didn't look. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: And anyway, what kind of maniac do you take me for? Sheepy: Grif: That's what people sometimes call me. How did you know? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I'd insult you, but there are children present. Sheepy: Satoru: Really? The redhead guy looks so scruffy, but I'll believe you. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: ....... You're the child, for the last time. Sheepy: Satoru: That's what you think. Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] GYM TEACHER IS BABYSITTING KIDS WHAT THE FUCK Arsé-kun: D-Ho: ... *to Grif, clearly* Right, what did you want, you psychopathic manchild? Sheepy: Grif: Weapons. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Fine. I'll pass information on, but don't bother me after this, goddammit. Sheepy: Grif: Fine. Arsé-kun: *D-Ho hands Grif a business card begrudgingly.* Sheepy: Grif:...... Arsé-kun: Kay: Gimme that. Sheepy: *Grif gives it to Kay* Arsé-kun: *Kay pockets it* Sheepy: Satoru: Don't tell the detective, or you'll get in trouble, Scruffy. Arsé-kun: Kay: Why would I do that? It ain't his business what the security team does. Sheepy: Satoru: A weakness in the security system might result in a crime being committed. It's his job to not only understand that weakness, but also recognize who can take advantage of it, or when it could've been taken advantage of. Arsé-kun: Kay: Cool, so why hasn't he done anything when the security was breached? Sheepy: Satoru: That's not my business. I'm 12. Arsé-kun: Kay: Then neither is any of the rest of that. Go back to math class. Sheepy: Satoru: I've already been to math class. My grandpa teaches it. Sheepy: Satoru: Speaking of which, you must go to it too, so don't get a bad grade, or I'll find out, okay? Arsé-kun: Kay: I've got one of the top grades in my class. *he's proud of this* I do taxes for one of the teachers sometimes, I think I'm okay. Sheepy: Satoru: Wow. You're really smart. I have a prize for you for being such a good student. Sheepy: Satoru: *He holds out a praying mantis to Kay* It's for you. Arsé-kun: Kay: I am... Not touching that. Arsé-kun: Kay: Grif, don't even think about it. Arsé-kun: *D-Ho having a smoke in the background* Sheepy: Grif:..... Sheepy: Grif:........Looks tasty.... Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. I'll find another bug for you. I saw a centipede earlier. Do you want that? Sheepy: Grif:....Centipedes are tasty, too. Sheepy: Satoru: Well, I guess that the centipede is probably gone now. If you don't take my friend, I'll just give you a different bug the next time I see you, okay? Arsé-kun: Kay: I think I'd rather something different. The cat would try to fuck with that and so would the wizard. Sheepy: Satoru: Bugs make me happy. You look like you need a bug, Scruffy. Sheepy: Satoru: I'll find another one for you and give it to you the next time we meet. Okay? Make sure to tell me about your accomplishments again so I can give you more prize bugs. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... I found an achievements NPC... Sheepy: Satoru: By the way, the bug of the week is praying mantis, so if you come back next week, you might get a different bug, okay? I like click beetles. I could give you one next time. Sheepy: Satoru: By the way, the detective should be at my uncle's club, so for now you're safe. Arsé-kun: Kay: Good to know, you funky little information gatherer. Sheepy: Satoru: Thanks. I didn't give you any information if you get caught and questioned. Okay? Arsé-kun: Kay: Who are you again? Have we met? Sheepy: Satoru: I've never seen you before. Arsé-kun: Kay: Right on. Arsé-kun: *We briefly pause this narrative to point out the little gold-wearing snowman that's just standing there. Menacingly. Staring at them with a bag bigger than he is.* Sheepy: Satoru: Look, look, Scruffy, it's Snowball. He's my friend. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... That's a big bag. Arsé-kun: snowman: Yeah it is, ho! Whatcha buyin'? You gots monhee, right? Sheepy: Grif: Its mouth is a void... Sheepy: Grif:...Oh, yes, I have money. Sheepy: Grif: …? Sheepy: Grif: I don’t know any ranged users… Arsé-kun: snowman: Makes my life heeasier! *and he tosses most of the guns back in the bag* Sheepy: Grif: I use swords. Arsé-kun: snowman: You do you, ho! *he holds out a bunch of swords in scabbards. it's only a few, but sword big compared to snowman arm* Sheepy: Grif: *he chooses one of them and looks it over* Arsé-kun: *it's a sword* Sheepy: Grif: This one looks good. Arsé-kun: snowman: Gimme a twenty and I'll call it heeven! Sheepy: *Grif gives the snowman a twenty!* Sheepy: Grif: Thank you. Arsé-kun: snowman: Yeah, yeah! Does ya team nheed anythin'? Sheepy: Grif: Kay, do you need anything? Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah. I fucked my golf club up, remember? Sheepy: Grif: Okay, choose what you want. Arsé-kun: Kay: uh Sheepy: Grif: I don't have an eye for golf clubs. Sheepy: Grif: Anyway, if it's your weapon, it's best to choose the one that stands out to you. Arsé-kun: *Kay sighs and looks over the swords before taking a rusty red one. Of course. He hands over a twenty before he's asked. The snowman looks pleased* Sheepy: Grif: [>Displaying weapon stats...] Arsé-kun: *two popups... pop up, displaying the stats of the new weapons* Arsé-kun: snowman: Pleasah doin' business with ya! Now fuck off! Sheepy: Satoru: Snowball, if you say bad words, Mom will get mad at you. Arsé-kun: snowman: Your mother can't say shit! I'm swingin' weapons around and that's her problem? Re-evaluhate priorithees! Sheepy: Satoru: You should try to be like a bug. Bugs are strong in their own way, even if they're small or unable to do harm. They help people. Without bugs, we wouldn't be here. So be a bug, Scruffy. Okay? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: Are you telling people to be noisy pissy bugs? Again? Sheepy: Satoru: Uhuh. Do you wanna be a bug? Arsé-kun: D-Ho: I think I'd rather die. Sheepy: Satoru: It's okay, Snowball. I think you're great just the way you are, even if you aren't a bug. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... the weapons stat screen is useful. Sheepy: Grif: If we use that the next time we buy weapons, we can compare the stats to the price and decide if it's a worthwhile investment. Arsé-kun: Kay: Sure. Arsé-kun: *Kay is doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how both the tiny snowman and the shitty gym teacher are both called "Snowball" by a kid.* Sheepy: Satoru: Yes. I named him after Uncle Snowball because they're both grumpy. Arsé-kun: Kay: oh. Darn. I thought I was onto something. Sheepy: Satoru: If you're really grumpy, you can be Snowball too. Okay? Arsé-kun: Kay: No thanks. Sheepy: Satoru: It's okay. Scruffy fits you better. Arsé-kun: Yog: I can't believe this. I believe the term is "LMAO GGEZ NORE GET REKT". *he does not explain this input whatsoever* Sheepy: Grif: I understood one of the words in that sentence. Arsé-kun: Yog: That wasn't to you. Don't worry about it. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Arsé-kun: *Kay squinting* Sheepy: Satoru: Hi. Sheepy: Satoru: He's a family friend. I like him. He likes fist fighting my dad. Arsé-kun: Yog: [>WHAT.] Sheepy: Grif:......? Arsé-kun: Yog: I was not even slightly prepared for those words in that order. Sheepy: Grif: I can't believe Uncle has a friend. Sheepy: Satoru: I'm Satoru. What's your name? Arsé-kun: Yog: Even if I give you my name, it isn't going to be used. Instead, this orb is named Paimon. Sheepy: Satoru: I know that show. Pikablu is one of those. I like him. He's soft. Sheepy: Satoru: The detective gave me one because he said, "All kids like this character". Arsé-kun: *Kay is carefully examining his new sword in the background* Arsé-kun: Yog: He's right. Sheepy: Satoru: You're Pikablu now, okay? He's my favorite Paimon because there's no rhinos nor bugs. I asked the detective and he said so. Arsé-kun: Yog: I accept it. But there are plenty of bugs in that series. Sheepy: Satoru: Really? Arsé-kun: Yog: At least ten. Sheepy: Satoru: Is there a rhino? Arsé-kun: Yog: ... Yes. Sheepy: Satoru: I want to see Rhinoblu. Sheepy: Satoru: And Bugblu. Arsé-kun: Yog: This is called a Rhyhorn. *an image of a rhyhorn is projected* Sheepy: Satoru: Oh... it's so cute... Sheepy: Satoru: It's so pointy. Sheepy: Satoru: He's even cuter than Pikablu. Sheepy: Satoru: Thank you for showing me Rhyhorn. Arsé-kun: Yog: Quite welcome. Sheepy: Grif: Wow... Dad made a friend. Arsé-kun: Yog: You say that as if it isn't a regular occurance. Sheepy: Grif: Is it a regular occurrence? Arsé-kun: *Yog opts to not answer this* Sheepy: Grif: I see... Arsé-kun: Lance: *distantly* ---And the substitute doll is also based on the gen one monster sprite. Anyway, are we there yet? Sheepy: Clover: *distantly* Very close. I can feel it. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: You're too late! The little shit already ran off! Sheepy: Clover: How unfortunate. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: If you're lucky, it'll come back. Sheepy: Guin: Please avoid profanity around children. Arsé-kun: D-Ho: A little shit swings weapons around, as he said, and that's the issue? Sheepy: Guin: Well... Sheepy: Guin:.... Sheepy: Clover: It's fine. It's to be expected. Arsé-kun: *Lance spots swords* Sheepy: Satoru: Hi. It's good to see you made friends. You looked mopey and lonely before. Sheepy: Satoru: Are you interested in the swords? If you wish really hard, Snowball will appear to curse at you and sell you weapons. Arsé-kun: snowman: Here ye, here hee! More of you motherfuckers? I'm popular today, ho! Make mhee a mascot, hee-ho! Sheepy: Satoru: I believe in you. You'll be a very good mascot. Arsé-kun: *The snowman whips out the bag a second time.* Arsé-kun: Lance: (*0*) Sheepy: Satoru: Make sure to thank him after you make a purchase, okay? Arsé-kun: snowman: Don't care! Buy or I commit sudoku! Sheepy: Guin: Don't repeat the things he says, okay, Satoru? Sheepy: Satoru: Okay. Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] Im still holdin grifs phone but there is a snowman here thats not even up to my knee. i wanna bully it Sheepy: Bedi: [chat] If you bully everyone shorter than you, you'll be bullying many people. Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] Important announcement; Lance is buying another sword. I'm gonna take his wallet and run/ Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] Typing on this phone sucks massiv balls lmao and ok I aint doin that. id die instantly Arsé-kun: *Lance is inspecting all the weapons. all of them. its christmas and he is a ten year old that got a playstation* Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] lol I'd rather strike people's vitals with a well aimed hit than use weapons, it's more suave Sheepy: Bedi: [chat] By the way, isn't dealing weapons illegal? Sheepy: Bedi: [chat] Shouldn't you report that to the detective? Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] I already said I wouldn't. You can, but whats he gonna do? Lock him in the freezer? Sheepy: Bedi: [chat] I see... Not much can be done about a snowman. Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] Anyway I got a new weapon too. Cause I fucked up the golf club. r i p golf club Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] I watched a horror movie about a killer snowman who was possessed by a spirit once. it killed people with an icicle and collevted parts from them to become a real boy Arsé-kun: Artair: [chat] ....Which movie was that? That isn't a Jack Frost movie... Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] sharp chill. it's laughably bad Arsé-kun: Artair: [chat] Show me please. It sounds awful. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] I will, I want to watch it again with colder temperatures nearing Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] How bad? I might even get on this watch party if it's dumb enough. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] super bad, the writing is awful but it takes itself seriously Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] speaking of bad movies I saw an awful one recently that had a mummy in it Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] the mummy is... spoilers, the mummy is... a time traveling alien that rots everything it touches Arsé-kun: Artair: [chat] I want to watch Plan 9 again. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] let's watch that too Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] Let's do that tomorrow. Artair's gonna need to be watched anyway and if any of you fuckers think I remember dental care procedures, fuck off Sheepy: Bedi: [chat] Oh, a wisdom teeth extraction? Arsé-kun: Artair: [chat] Yes. Sheepy: Bedi: [chat] Sleeping is a good idea. Arsé-kun: Artair: [chat] That I do know. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] a perfect butler in training like me would never need a wosdom tooth extraction lol Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] Says the guy living in a hospital Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] details Sheepy: *in the bg, Guin is fretting that Lance may be spending way too much* Arsé-kun: *He is.* Sheepy: Aru: [chat] I want to come, too! Have I introduced you to Arthur, Artair? Or shown you Caliburn? I can bring them too!! Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] not sure how watsom would feel about someone bringing a sword into the hospital lol Arsé-kun: Artair: [chat] I was present when he was introduced, but I do not mind his presence as much as Arturia does. Sheepy: Aru: [chat] But Caliburn has a habit of shocking people other than me, so be careful! Arsé-kun: Lot: [chat] Don't let other people handle it. Sheepy: Aru: [chat] I won't let anyone handle it! Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Caliburn is really shy! Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] oh yeah! Aru, I got a sword now. I'm gonna come kick your butt Sheepy: Aru: [chat] I'd like to see you try!! Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] Winner faces Lance Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Huh? Does Lance want to join? Okay! Sheepy: Aru: [chat] You don't plan to use real swords, right? Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] uh Sheepy: Aru: [chat] It's dangerous to use a real sword if you don't know what you're doing! Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] Then teach me dammit Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Teach you? Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] actually. you and lance should go at it and ill take notes. winner fights grif. or maybe dont do that Sheepy: Aru: [chat] I don't think that's safe... Grif seems really strong... Sheepy: Aru: [chat] That sounds bad! Arsé-kun: *Lance is, in fact, challenging Grif to a sparring match. Or trying to.* Sheepy: Grif: [>You sense a strong presence... Continue, Lance?] Arsé-kun: Lance: ?? Arsé-kun: *Kay taps "Yes" for him. heck you* Sheepy: Grif: Fine. I'll fight you. Arsé-kun: *Lance has already accepted his loss but squares up anyway. For fun* Sheepy: Guin: Make sure to stop when you're tiring out so you don't get hurt. Arsé-kun: Lance: Of course. Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] Too late. Already started. Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Oh well. Arsé-kun: *We don't need to cover this. Lance lost. He still learned from it and wasn't dismembered. Grif and Lance gain xp.* Sheepy: Grif: Wow. Good job. You did well. Arsé-kun: Lance: So... So did you. *huff, huff* Worth it. Arsé-kun: *Kay tried to learn something. +2 xp.* Sheepy: Grif: Thanks. Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Just remembered, @Kay ! Arturia usually carries a training sword on her, right? Maybe she'll let us borrow two. Maybe Arthur can help too. Sheepy: Aru: [chat] I'm not amazing with a sword but I'll do my best!! Arsé-kun: Artair: [chat] I would help if I were available. Sheepy: Aru: [chat] You can join another time! Arsé-kun: Artair: [chat] @Arturia, Aru would like to borrow some practice swords. Sheepy: Arturia: [chat] Go ahead. I won't need them for now. Sheepy: Arturia: [chat] But I won't show Kay any mercy if we spar. I'll already be at a disadvantage with how many excuses he can come up with as to why he didn't lose. Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] I didn't lose because I need positive reinforcement Sheepy: Aru: [chat] You lose on the training grounds so you don't lose om the battle field! Sheepy: Aru: [chat] Losing is totally normal! The most important thing is not to win, but to learn how to properly handle loss and learn from it. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] that's what a loser would sat LOL Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] I'd kick your ass sickboy Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] i'd like to see you try. I'd pass out on you Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] That would mean I'd win Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] not without looking like a bad guy Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] I'm an asshole. That ain't knew. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] if i win you lose to a sick guy. if i lose you beat up a sick guy. there is no win here for you Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] challenge accepted. i AM an asshole and I already look awful Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] i'll bleed on you don't try me Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] ............. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] okita jabbed me in the wrong spot the other day and hit something he shouldn't have Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] but don't worry, this time the bleeding was only internally Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] just where it should be! Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] so I saod but apparently it was a "big problem" and "I shouldn't mess around with something like that" Arsé-kun: Lot: [chat] You really shouldn't. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] it's my bloodand I can do with it as I please Arsé-kun: Lot: [chat] Then please keep it out of this conversation Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] well, he did say he was going to fight me Arsé-kun: Kay: [chat] I'm not gonna be killing you! Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] would it be better if i didn't warn him? Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] and that's what you think but if you hit the wrong spot you kay find otherwise Arsé-kun: *Kay nearly walks into a pole. pay attention idiot* Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] but don't worry because i'll havr recuperated by tomorrow Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] and by the way by "the pther day" i mean today Arsé-kun: Lot: [chat] gdi lucan. This is why you can't leave. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] now hey how could i have ever known that he would actually hit me with his real sword Arsé-kun: Lot: [chat] Because he almost always has it and threatens to hit people with his very real sword? How is he allowed to have that? Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] how is your brpther allowed to have his weapons Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] how is aru allowed fo have a taser swors Arsé-kun: Lot: [chat] Lance doesn't live in a hospital Sheepy: Aru: [chat] I pulled it from a stone! Arsé-kun: Merlin: [chat] How am I allowed to habe these guns Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] flex flex fingerguns Arsé-kun: Merlin: [chat] :fingergun: :fingergun: Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] "where do you go to work out, merlin" "the library" Arsé-kun: Merlin: [chat] Catch me with a stack of books! Call that the leaning tower of Arsé-kun: Merlin: [chat] I dont have an end to that joke. Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] could've been the learning tower of pisa Arsé-kun: Merlin: [chat] thanks Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] you're welcome Arsé-kun: Merlin: [chat] I suddenly have an Art Idea that jas Nothing to do with this and I need to accomplish it before i lose it adios fuckbois Sheepy: Lucan: [chat] see you later, in your dreams... That is a threat, and a promise. Arsé-kun: Merlin: [chat] yeah ok Arsé-kun: *Kay and Grif eventually get home. Grif gets his phone back* Arsé-kun: Kay: Aru, we're back! Sheepy: Aru: Oh, you're back! *She rushes over* Arsé-kun: Kay: Ain't that what I just said? *aru gets her hair rustled* Sheepy: Arturia: So! You've finally arrived! I was expecting you to run away with your tail between your legs! Arsé-kun: Kay: This is my house! Of course I'm gonna show up eventually! Sheepy: Arturia:....J-just ignore that part! Arsé-kun: Kay: No way, edgelord. *he plops his new sword on the table, and then looks at Arturia expectantly* Gimme the shitty practice sword. Sheepy: Aru: Is that your new sword? It's neat! Arsé-kun: Kay: Sure is. Sheepy: Arturia: Think fast! *She tosses the practice sword to Kay* Arsé-kun: *Kay manages to catch it with both hands before shooting Arturia a dirty look* Arsé-kun: Kay: If that broke anything I'd have obliterated you! Sheepy: Arturia: An enemy won't always warn you of their attack, you know! You need to keep your eyes and ears open for such things! Arsé-kun: Kay: Most enemies won't be throwing shit in my house! Sheepy: Arturia: That's what makes me special. Arsé-kun: Kay: And if you break my tv, I get to throw you out a window. Sheepy: Arturia: My bones are more expensive than a TV. Arsé-kun: Kay: Naaah. I have another sister. I don't have another tv. Sheepy: Arturia: Well...! Sheepy: Arturia: You know one isn't the same as the next, right?! Arsé-kun: Kay: What, you don't know any "Not Eating Shit" magic? Are you actually worse than Merlin? Sheepy: Arturia: Eh, it's just... Sheepy: Arturia: Hmhmhm, you aren't ready to see me use such things! Come back in another lifetime! Sheepy: Aru: Her magic is focused around enhancing her sword, but when she uses it, it tends to launch her across the room. Arsé-kun: Kay: She's got that over me, I guess. Sheepy: Arturia: It's not true! Arsé-kun: Kay: Ah, shattap. *he strides towards Arturia* Shut it, you little gremlin gargoyle lookin' shit. Sheepy: Arturia: I'm not little! Arsé-kun: Kay: Take this. *he goes to shove her onto the main part of the sofa* Sheepy: Arturia: That's my perch! Arsé-kun: Kay: At least I announced my intention to attack. Sheepy: Arturia: As did I! Arsé-kun: Kay: And I could fight you like this, but you'd surely die. Sheepy: Arturia: Hmhmhm... You doubt my skill with a sword! There are few I know who could beat me! Arsé-kun: *Kay pokes her with the practice sword* Arsé-kun: Kay: You are already dead. Sheepy: Arturia: Well, you wouldn't stab me for real! Would you? Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, you can't win if you're dead. You're dead. I've already won. *smug* Sheepy: Arturia: That isn't true! Arsé-kun: Kay: Then actually fight me. Sheepy: Arturia: I'll do that, but don't expect to win! Arsé-kun: Kay: You already lost once. What's the worst that can happen? Sheepy: Aru: Oh, you're fighting her? Okay! She's great with the sword, so she's a better choice for teaching you how to use one. It's really important how you hold it, you know! It all starts there! So don't rush in to it too quickly. Arsé-kun: *Kay tries to copy a Grif Stance but it feels... Wrong. He gives up quickly* Sheepy: Aru: Ummm... Well, it is a first try. Arsé-kun: Kay: Ain't got many role models! Sheepy: *Aru comes over and starts instructing him how to hold it!* Arsé-kun: *This is Far More Helpful!* Sheepy: Aru: By the way, stance is really important too. There's a lot of different stances you can take... and different ways to wield a sword. But let's start with something simple! Arsé-kun: *Arthur is watching from a distance. He's clearly interested, but..* Sheepy: Aru: You can join too, Arthur! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I would prefer not to. I may cause damage. Sheepy: Aru: Okay! Let's work hard to achieve you being able to hold things easily so you can join eventually! Arsé-kun: Arthur: The only thing I know I can certainly hold.. Is Caliburn. .. Not that I have tried. Arsé-kun: *He has definitely tried. He is a worse liar than Aru.* Sheepy: Aru: Okay! I'll help you, then! Sheepy: Arturia: Did you get tazed, too? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Why would I? It is my sword. Sheepy: Arturia: Because you're dead and it has a new owner. Does a previous owner never stop being accepted by it? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I don't see why one would be. Sheepy: Aru: I don't think ghosts can be tazed anyway. Arsé-kun: *Arthur takes Caliburn from Aru and easily settles into a defensive stance, facing Arturia.* Arsé-kun: Arthur: Shall we find out? Sheepy: Aru: Well, you came out of it, so if it didn't like you, it would've just tazed you the whole time, right? Sheepy: *Arturia seems unsure about this.* Sheepy: Arturia: Part of using a sword is recognizing when your opponent is leagues stronger than you and you have a losing situation on your hands, isn't it? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Fine. I will compromise. *he switches Caliburn to his left hand, and puts his right hand behind his back* Sheepy: Arturia: *mumbling* If I lose badly in front of him, I'll never recover from that... I'd be an embarrassment for life... Arsé-kun: Arthur: Losing is an acceptable part of learning, is it not? Sheepy: Arturia:...! Sheepy: Arturia: *She readies herself* I'll do my best! Arsé-kun: Arthur: I'd like to see it. Sheepy: Arturia: Of course! Sheepy: Aru: I believe in both of you! Arsé-kun: *They spar! While Arthur is taking it easy on her, he's clearly out of practice, and not used to modern fighting. He eventually concedes.* Sheepy: Arturia: *huff, huff* Ah... Thank goodness, I didn't embarrass myself! Arsé-kun: Arthur: You certainly didn't. Good work. Sheepy: Arturia: I was worried this was going to be like the time I faced off with Aru! Sheepy: Arturia:...! Thank you! Arsé-kun: Arthur: You are quite welcome. Continue training and I may have to use my dominant hand. Arsé-kun: *Arthur goes to sheathe Caliburn, and realizes he doesn't have the scabbard a moment later. Habits die hard* Arsé-kun: *.. harder than he died too LMAO AIRHORN AIRHORN* Sheepy: Aru: Oh. It's right here! Arsé-kun: Arthur: That helps greatly. *Caliburn is twirled and sheathed. for funsies* Sheepy: Arturia: Your dominant hand... Scary thought. Sheepy: Aru:...! *She found that very cool! Her face is beaming!* Arsé-kun: *Even Merlin peeked out to watch! Cool!* Sheepy: Aru: Did you do that after every fight you won? Arsé-kun: Arthur: Hm? That? Certainly not. That'd be seen as rude. Sheepy: Aru: Wow! So you were being rude! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Only if I'd have won. Sheepy: Aru: So it's okay to do it if you lose? Arsé-kun: Arthur: I see no reason why to not do it in that case. Sheepy: Aru: I understand! Sheepy: Aru: You're almost as cool as Kay when you do that! Arsé-kun: Kay: what. Sheepy: Arturia: You can't just say that to people, Aru. You'll make them feel bad. Arsé-kun: Arthur: That's a sentence I've never heard before. I'll accept it this time. Sheepy: Aru: You didn't think Cai was cool? Arsé-kun: Arthur: The words I want to use are not very proper. Sheepy: Aru:...? Arsé-kun: Kay: He's callin' Cai a pussyass bitch. Sheepy: Aru: Wow... He must not have been very reliable then. Arsé-kun: Arthur: Well, no, but that's closer than I'd like to admit. Sheepy: Aru: Hmmm... So this is who Beddy was closest to... Sheepy: Aru: He speaks such glowing words about him, I never knew... Arsé-kun: Arthur: I can insult my elder brother if I so want to. That seems to be acceptable now. Sheepy: Arturia: It's completely acceptable! They always deserve it! Arsé-kun: Kay: Lucky Aru's so nice, or she'd destroy you too. Sheepy: Arturia: She already has before! Arsé-kun: Kay: She insulted you? How? I wanna know. Sheepy: Arturia: "Please don't judge me too harshly, I'm not very good with a sword!" Sheepy: Arturia:...Before mowing me down! Arsé-kun: Kay: That's tragic. Sheepy: Arturia: "You did really well! I'm sure you'll win next time if you try!" Sheepy: Aru: I didn't know you were trying... Arsé-kun: Kay: Ouch Sheepy: Arturia: Can you imagine a more painful insult? Arsé-kun: Kay: Getting T-bagged and told to git gud. Sheepy: Arturia: Really? I doubt that. Arsé-kun: Kay: Okay. Git gud. Sheepy: Arturia: You git gud! Arsé-kun: Kay: Already on it, tiny commander. Sheepy: Aru: It's okay! I'm sure you'll be great once you learn, Kay! But it's okay if you're bad at first. That's the first step of learning - pinpointing your weaknesses! Sheepy: Aru: Overconfidence and easy wins mask your weaknesses from you, which can result in them surfacing at the worst time. Arsé-kun: Kay: Well, that's easy. I don't know shit and I got problems. Sheepy: Aru: That's okay! We can work on that! Arsé-kun: Fou: *headbutting Aru, hello, accept my scent* Sheepy: Aru: *she pets Fou* Sheepy: Aru: That's not something that can be fixed instantly, but if we work on it, it can be! Arsé-kun: Kay: And how do you suggest we do that, huh? Sheepy: Aru: Ummm.... Sheepy: Aru: Well, what kind of person do you want to be? Arsé-kun: Kay: Not this one. Gimme a less stupid question. Sheepy: Aru: It's not a stupid question! I mean... if you have some kind of goal in your mind, you can pursue it, right? Like, "I want to be a kinder person", so you work to become kinder. Sheepy: Aru: If you have someone you view as a rolemodel, that can help you figure out what traits you want to work on, too! Arsé-kun: Kay: I wanna stop being a useless pussy-ass bitch. Here's my years of progress. Arsé-kun: *Kay does nothing* Arsé-kun: Kay: This is where I'd show my progress. If I fuckin' had any! Sheepy: Aru: ....? Sheepy: Aru: So you've always been so dependable... Arsé-kun: Kay: Are you incapable of seeing flaws, or just an ignorant lil' shit? Sheepy: Aru: I can see flaws. It's important to pinpoint weaknesses in others so you can create an environment where they can live up to their best potential. Sheepy: Aru: I'm still working on it, though, so don't be disappointed when I don't notice them! Sheepy: Aru: Anyway, it seems like your weakness is... You dismiss all your progress as miniscule or worthless so you feel as though you're not improving. Arsé-kun: Kay: I ain't you. I know I've improved a little lately, but that's about it. Sheepy: Aru: But you're out doing new things you've never done before. What were you doing before now? Arsé-kun: Kay: Like, today? Yesterday? ... I don't wanna talk about yesterday. Sheepy: Aru: Too soon! Not then! Sheepy: Aru: A month or two ago. Even a year ago. Arsé-kun: Kay: Fuckin' jack shit. Sheepy: Aru: See! You've improved! Sheepy: Aru: I'm working really hard to be like my rolemodels! Arsé-kun: Kay: You'll have better progress. Sheepy: Aru: It's hard to really know how to help... I'm not sure if I should just cheer you on, or actively try to assist you... Sheepy: Aru: *mumbling* What would Teacher do to help...? Hmm.. Hmmmm... There's not much I can do here, is there... Arsé-kun: Arthur: I would not know what he would suggest, but my recommendation is doing research. Sheepy: Aru: Oh! Great idea! Sheepy: Aru: You're really smart, Arthur! Arsé-kun: Arthur: Thank you. Sheepy: Aru: It's fitting, because this is a college! Arsé-kun: Kay: *cracking open a beer* All right, enough outta you two. It's past your bedtimes. Sheepy: Aru: Oh, I am starting to feel tired.. Arsé-kun: Kay: Yeah, wonder why. Sheepy: Arturia: I'm not a kid! Arsé-kun: Kay: You are to me! Shoo, go home. It's past midnight, you lil gremlin. Sheepy: Arturia: Why didn't you say so?! Artair might get worried! Arsé-kun: Kay: I wasn't goddamn lookin'! I was watching you chucklefucks! Sheepy: Arturia: Anyway, I'm heading home! Arsé-kun: Kay: I'll see you tomorrow! Unfortunately! Sheepy: Arturia: Yeah, unfortunately! Sheepy: Arturia: Anyway, I'm going now! Don't get hungover before Artair's surgery. Arsé-kun: Kay: I'll think about it. Sheepy: *Arturia heads out* Sheepy: Aru: I'm going to bed now! Good night, Kay! Arsé-kun: Kay: Night. *he heads into his own room* Sheepy: Grif: Good night, Kay. Sheepy: Grif: Unfortunate that Merlin and Bedi have already gone to bed presumably, so we can't wish them a good night, too. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Eh? *he popped out to also say good night* He's not out here with you guys? Sheepy: Grif: No. Of course not. Arsé-kun: Merlin: ?! Sheepy: Grif: At this time he would be with you. Why would he be with us? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Because it made the most sense? Sheepy: Grif: I disagree. Sheepy: Grif: Hm... but where is he? Arsé-kun: Merlin: I don't know.. Sheepy: Grif: Maybe try texting him. Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] Babe??? Where r u??? Sheepy: *There's a long pause before it's read.* Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] wouldn'f YOU like to know Arsé-kun: Merlin: ?!?! Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] DONT MAKE ME COME OVER THERE Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] hint: some place you've never beem before Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] That doesn't help! Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] i suppose that WOULD include all yhe club rooms, wouldn'r it Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] eell, because you're apparently my boyfriend, i guess i can give you a better hint. Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] are you ready? Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] I guess so. Sheepy: *Merlin receives a selfy from Bedi's end! ...Of Nyarlathotep, not Bedi* Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] If you did something im calling my grandparents Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] ooooo i'm SO SCARED. Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] all you people immediately assjme i'm bad ddspite everything i do for you!! and then i kidnao ONE collegd studeng and you're like OH NYAR!! DON'T DO THAT!! I'M CALLING MY PARENTS!! Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] anyway "babe" i saw the phone sitting on the table anf picked it up bdfore anyobe stole it. i fully intend to return if! maybe i'm helpinf!!! have you ever considered that. Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] think aboht it. every single day i clean up after you people. every single day i tolerate wayching you people LITTER and THROW THINGS INTO THE WRONG BIN. now, there are a few exveptiond. for example, i saw s guy with twin tails standing between recycle and trash, thinking hard on whivh his objecy wluld go into. now that's whst i want to see!!! Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] btw yout boyfriend's passcode iz way too easy to crack. "fhe birthday of my boyfriend" shouls NOT be your passcode. how do i know iy's your biryhday, "babe"? don't question it. Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] Bruh relax I said IF Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] But just plz tell me where yall are so I can collect him and his stuff Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] now hold on a moment, why zhould i tell you a thing Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] this is MY favor to belvedere because unlike SOME people he doesn't litter wnd he recycles properlu Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] but becayse you're so desperate i'll givd you a hint Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] Yes please! Sheepy: *Merlin receives a picture of Bedi. He has his face on the table, with an open book in fromt of him. There's a pile of books and an open notebook with a pencil off to his side.* Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] hint: it's a place you've probably never stepped foot in Arsé-kun: Merlin: [text: to Bedi] You're right! I really don't go there. I'll come get him outta the way for you in a minute Sheepy: Bedi: [text: to Merlin] good because i need to clean. Arsé-kun: *It takes Merlin an extra try or two, but he eventually manages to land a teleport in front of the Lovecraft Library. great name. very subtle* Sheepy: *Good job, Merlin!* Arsé-kun: *Merlin heads inside. He's still a bit wary.* Sheepy: *There's a strange... creature, standing near a table. It's using its many tentacle-like appendages to clean multiple surfaces at once. Useful!* Arsé-kun: Merlin: ... Dang. Now that's efficient. Arsé-kun: *but priorities are priorities, so he goes to clean up Bedi's stuff* Sheepy: *Bedi's fast asleep. It seems like Nyar tidied up his things to make it easier to pick up, including putting the phone on top of the notebook. How kind!* Sheepy: *The books range between "Types of Cats and their Behaviors" to "Mystical Creatures: An Introduction to Rarely Seen Animals!"* Arsé-kun: *Merlin packs everything away and puts Bedi's bag on, before considering Bedi with a soft smile. After a moment of deliberating, he Very Carefully picks up Bedi and teleports back to the dorms. Nyar is now free to clean* Sheepy: *Bedi doesn't react at all! He just mumbles something incomprehensible in his sleep.* Sheepy: Grif: You returned. Do I have to punish my uncle? Arsé-kun: Merlin: Nope. He was being helpful that time. Sheepy: Grif: Amazing... Arsé-kun: Merlin: Either he did somethin' already, or he just really wanted to clean. Both? Sheepy: Grif: Concerning thought. Sheepy: Grif: Night time seems like it should be the best opportunity for him due to the lack of lights. Arsé-kun: Merlin: I'll check Bedi over n' call it a night. I'll come out here if I find anythin'. Sheepy: Grif: Yes. Good idea. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Best opportunity to clean up with ten limbs, lmao. Sheepy: Grif: Wow...He did that? Arsé-kun: Merlin: At least ten. Didn't count. Arsé-kun: Merlin: Okay, night for real this time. Sheepy: Grif: Good night. Arsé-kun: *Merlin goes back to his room with Bedi. Merlin doesn't come back out, thankfully, meaning Bedi was untouched by awful alien nonsense.*