#but with carla literally turning up in this how could u at all think this is a straight lady

[dykespence]

The way Carla showed up absolutely smitten down bad horrendous in the gayest of outfits she could find just be called a friend ohhh the PAIN

[scoobydoo-andnancytoo]

Reading Secrets Can Kill but I Share My Every Thought Chapter 14-18

- nancy is at the dance w daryl and i am DYING to know what she told Ned ab this - it's v funny looking up outfits nancy describes. like /this/ is what the v neck dress that ~put a sparkle in daryls eyes~ was prob like - carla bumps into nancy while she's putting lipstick on and messes her up so bess trips her on purpose and her peach colored dress has a big soapy water stain on it now 😱 drama - nancy doesn't see Connie at the dance and thinks to herself "maybe once this case is over Connie will straighten her life out and stop trying so desperately to be someone she's not" and that hurt even MY feelings on her behalf - daryl hints at leaving early and nancy is like "let's stick around a little while longer, if we leave now, everyone will know why" and implied sex?? in my nancy drew book??? i haven't read one in a long time but these seem a tad spicier than i remember? or maybe it's a ND files thing - daryl says this is the best night of his life, oh just u wait buddy 😭 - nancy acts like she's seducing daryl like "ohhh but it could be a whole lot better if we spent some time alone together, couldn't it?" he's gonna be soooo disappointed when she tells him why she rlly got him out there

- nancy has the worst plan for how to confront him ever, she decides oh let's go be alone, in an enclosed car where he could easily lock her in, def in arms reach and she's thinking he might be a killer. she was in a very public place and decided to leave that and go somewhere secluded and hard to escape from. just want to know the thought process here like, you couldn't pull him aside somewhere in the school with your friends waiting nearby? - she kisses him in his car and whispers in his ear "just thought you'd like to know,, i found out why Jake Webb was killed" and he's gotta be thinking this is the worst pillow talk ever - daryl is trying to play it cool and is like "this isn't rlly what i had in mind when i came out here, but if you really want to talk instead of...doing other things 😏" this is so much to deal with - when nancy tells him ab the tape she's like "i call it.....the daryl gray show" she's so dramatic - when she's finished he drags her out of the car and pushes her against it like "if you think I'm a killer, what makes you think I'd stop with Jake Webb?" - nancy DID at least think through to plan for this and the besties turned on their headlights but i still think he could've done some real damage before they realized if he didn't drag her out of the car - Ned is there and came as George's "date" so nancy def explained things but i wonder if she told him it's just for the case 😬 either way her long time bf watched her dance with and kiss this guy and i know it had to be soooo awkward even if they do drift and date other people sometimes - Ned quite literally lept onto daryl and is being quite rough w him - nancy apparently told Ned everything ab the case EXCEPT for nancy and daryls feelings for each other which she was saving for later and she "hoped he hadn't suspect anything" as if he hadn't been watching them canoodle and kiss all night - daryl reacts more to ned referring to nancy as his girlfriend than being called a murderer lmao - mitch dillon is defense plant guy who killed jake and told daryl so that was true to the book - daryl was threatened by mitch to find the tape and it was him in the video lab that day  - nancy is all "how can you celebrate when daryls life is probably ruined" as if this mfer didn't commit treason - they're making daryl help catch mitch which like can't u just tell the cops atp. like honestly - the cops will be there but like why are they letting a bunch of teenagers be the ones to catch the killer then. - ofc mitch says he can't do the set meeting time and is gonna be there in 10 mins so no cops after all - bess's new bf is there and im trying to process the conversations that took place to rope him into this - the murderer stops to feed the ducks before meeting and maybe trying to murder daryl which is so funny to me - something went wrong like a flash from the bushes or smth and mitch is on the move and nancy is going after him  😱 - it was BRENDA!!! she took a flash photo of mitch and daryl and mitch grabbed her, nancy trips over a root and mitch sees her, and he has a gun to Brenda's head - it's prob still being taped by ned or george and nancy thinks one of the others has snuck away from the park and called the cops - nancy got him to admit to killing Jake too - this place is WAY too public for mitch to be holding a gun to someone in broad daylight - daryl hits mitch w Brenda's camera, the gun went off, nancy tackled him, he punched her in the jaw, mitch goes running, then ned and bess's bf tackle his ass - daryl was SHOT in the shoulder but hooray cops come and nancy saved the day - the Russian diplomat left in a hurry once mitch had been captured - nancy feels strongly that "daryl deserves a break" mind you he was committing espionage and treason - hal is retaking the SATS, seemingly no other punishment, walt is benching himself for a while, and connie is getting help for her shoplifting problem (no mention of returning the bracelet) and the cops aren't doing anything ab them - daryl is gonna recover ok - nancy is finally, finally telling ned ab her and daryl - ned kinda suspected but was very chill about it and nancy is all "i love you" - ned asks if it's over. he's about to be in prison and threatened nancy for a min, i doubt nancy is gonna want a prison penpal romance, dude - the end - the game is much better solely because daryl and nancy have little to no actual romance or at least nothing she reciprocates - never recovering from nancy calling daryl sexy or the engine revving

[mmtions]

re: your reply to schrödinger’s love confession: YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES! THAT IS IT EXACTLY!!!! 2/3 of the fic are Eddie and the readers slowly descending into madness, and Linda finding the whole thing extremely entertaining. and yes, whether they were or weren't together the whole time is left unclear, because who cares right, at until the epilogue when their one year anniversary is coming up and eddie realises he can't be sure when it is.

btw, i told myself i wouldn't do this today that id wait a few days but then i got another idea halp me the buddie mania has taken me

however, with the texas madness I got another fun working theory I’m going to call: FOOD IS THE FOOD OF LOVE! (because taking Shakespearean quotes and using them for my evil headcanon purposes gives me great pleasure)

basically, now after Texas, the floodgates are really truly open and eddie needs to cook for the ones he loves. so, does he go a little overboard, perhaps. but does he get a little over ambitious, going around and spouting his new personal motto “hey, if you can read the recipe, you can make the recipe” , maybe. look, eddie is an intense guy and if he's going to do something, he's gonna go all in. plus, you know what, when it comes to cooking, a little confidence and some trial and error go a long way and soon, he can use a pressure-cooker and a oven thermometer with the best of them.

and then christopher discovers the chocolate guy videos.

and then buck’s birthday is coming up.

and look, eddie isn’t an idiot. he knows that he isn’t anywhere near the level of skill of the chocolate guy. but it gives him an idea. it inspires him, ok. because surely, he should be able to make a birthday cake for buck from scratch. you know, as a thank you for all the times buck’s been there for him in the past year. not as a declaration of love or anything. there’s totally not a lot riding on the success of this. 

and after all, he is a firefighter, he works in extreme conditions every day of the week. how difficult can it really be to make gooey salted caramel for the filling, anyway.

okay listen thATs tHe ThING i'm SENSITIVE ABOUT. did you see that post like eddie cooking for his sisters aged 12 and then never again. god. everytime i think i'm over like five minutes of eddie content from yesterday it turns out i'm absolutely not. the tamales!!!

anyway yes. i absolutely believe eddie is a rigid recipe follower and does not trust his instincts at all. which actually makes him a better baker than cook technically, though he's getting better at both. it's maybe time to admit he's a control freak when he suddenly has thirteen different ways of checking the temperature of his oven. (I was going to list out the different treats he makes each of the 118 - AND CARLA HE MAKES LOTS OF GOODIES FOR CARLA because she deserves it i stg s6 better bring some appreciation for carla - but i hate baking with a passion and i'm in the uk so even if i could name some baked treats i bet they'll all be called different things anyway).

anyway yes he tries to bake for buck but like it's his narrative so in his head they're disasters. and he keeps foisting them off on various people (christopher's class has diabetes now after the fourth attempt) because they're terrible and not good enough. and literally everyone responds to him like "um eddie these were delicious what are u talking about" and he's like no not good enough. eddie control freak my beloved.

anyway eddie is still trying to perfect the recipe when Buck literally just finds some leftovers in the fridge and scarfs them down with absolutely no discrimination. and he's says they're delicious, with caramel stuck to his bottom lip, and eddie just has to kiss him - mostly because buck looks delicious, but also partly out of relief that he doesn't have to bake that recipe anymore.

(later eddie claims he successfully courted buck - buck privately thinks courting should involve a bit more than launching oneself around the kitchen table for a searing kiss, but he's not complaining)

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Hi,so I love your blog so much.

I have an q question,so I think that Founder men see women really low than men.

In Carla's routes,it's really obvious that king Giesbach violent with their wife's. And Carla sees Yui as "his woman" and every character too. So,do u have opinions about Founders opinions about women or etc,culture and smthng like that?

Hi, I’m really glad to hear you like my blog ^^

I’ve talked about this topic before here and here. To reiterate what I said in those posts, it’s mentioned in I think the Tsukinami DF CD that founder woman were strictly controlled (which I take to mean that they were mainly kept inside Banmaden to preserve the purity of the bloodline, although this isn’t stated outright) so they certainly didn’t have all of the liberties that they should have done.

Sensitive topics under the cut.

It’s true Giesbach hit Krone and locked her up in the dungeons after she tried to stop him from going to war with Karl and told him that he was just jealous of Karl and Carla. From my knowledge of Carla’s route, while Gies could be violent with Carla, I’m pretty sure this is the only example we see of him turning on Krone in game. I’m not trying to make excuses and hitting your s/o out of anything other than self-defense is inexcusable but, in my opinion we don’t have enough evidence to determine whether Giesbach was violent to Krone prior to this incident. 

From Krone’s dialogue and behavior I genuinely think she loved the man Gies was before he started to lose his mind due the jealousy he felt towards Carla and Karl, so I like to think he used to be better behaved than how we see him in Carla’s route. Again, I’m not trying to say this makes his later actions okay, it doesn’t, rather the behavior Gies exhibits towards Krone is likely going to reflect how many founder women were treated so determining whether the incident above was a one off or was frequent behavior is pretty important if we want to know how founder women were treated as a whole. 

Personally I find it unlikely that all founder men treated their wives terribly (and I’m pretty sure I discussed this in one of the posts I linked), although equally I suspect they were not necessarily given the respect they should have been either. 

As for Carla referring to Yui as “woman” or “his woman”, this really isn’t him trying to be derogatory. Carla can be quite literal, and when Yui being dissatisfied with his nickname comes up in one of the LE limited edition bonus drama CDs, his reaction can essentially be summed up as “but you are a woman so I fail to see the problem”. The possessive part (”my woman”) may not be received particularly well received by western audiences, but if you look at otome games the phrase お前はオレの 物 (omae wa ore no mono which literally translates to “you are my thing” although is generally interpreted as “you’re mine”) comes up A LOT, it is in no way a DL-specific thing. IRL is this a great thing to say to your partner? Not really unless that’s what they’re into but otome games are not meant to equate to real life.

I’ve gotten a little off track but yeah, part of the reason why the guys use this phrase is to provide some wish-fulfillment for all the do-M fans out there, so I wouldn’t read into it too much. The guys do make some sexist comments and Karl definitely does not set a good example in how he treats his wives, so I wouldn’t say any of them are perhaps as enlightened as we might want them to be (except perhaps Azusa). But we should also bear in mind the context of DL, in that the characters are meant to be do-S, so they were never going to be perfect boyfriend material.

Hope you have a lovely day!

[sapphire-strikes]

Okay first your ending to that story was *mwah* perfect 👌. Second I remember you saying one time you didn't know whether to make Pabit sentient or not. What if he was and FK and Kamal freaked out seeing it for the first time and Boris just was kinda like "I thought you guys knew." I feel Pabit would be a second pair of eyes for Boris such as at "beddy time" if he was fast asleep and say FK/Kamal managed to get by and Pabit pops up yelling whichever one was up.

I've been meaning to write some about Pabit for a while but I was never quite decided on whether or not I considered him to be his own person (much like the Carlas) or just a regular puppet. There's something really endearing about him being a mini mischievous version of Boris though and I think there's a lot of potential for the dynamic between Him, Boris, the FK and Kamal.

• In the event that Pabit really was alive, it was another one of those things Boris just never got around to bringing up. Everyone already knew about the Carlas and much like his shadow form, he just never really questioned the strangeness of it all.

• Honestly, Kamal probably knows or at least suspects something. He was freaked out enough by the Carlas so he just avoided the subject of the puppet all together. Sometimes self care is pretending your roommate isn't keeping a sentient puppet replica of himself in your house.

• That brings us to Pabit himself. The cheeky, attention hungry, smile happy puppet of Boris Habit.

• When Pabit speaks his voice is higher than Boris' and lacks the Russian accent. Pabit is capable of moving and talking on his own but his voice is actually one Boris is capable of doing himself. It's unknown whether Boris is good at mimicking Pabit or Pabit speaks that way because that's the voice Boris gave him. Probably the latter.

• Even if you knew Pabit was alive it would be hard to tell sometimes whether Boris was talking through Pabit or Pabit was talking himself. The difference usually being that Pabit is much more expressive when he's talking on his own.

• Pabit is a little mischief maker but he's desperate for attention and interaction. Most of the time he's happy to let Boris puppet him around when in front of people but he's desperate for the opportunity to talk to them himself.

• He already loves you and Kamal but Boris prefers not to let him alone with either of you and has asked him not to interact with anyone when he's not around. Boris knows what a troublemaker he can be and doesn't want him to do anything to annoy his friends.

• Despite his unhappiness with this rule Pabit does listen to Boris most of the time but still finds little ways to interact with the people he grows attached to.

• Maybe the keys that you'd lost reappeared out of nowhere, setting inconspicuously next to the satisfied looking puppet. Sometimes when you leave papers on the table you come back to see them adorned with little doodles of flowers, pictures of Boris and even Pabit himself. Most of the time you chalked this up to Boris trying to be sneaky.

• On the other hand, Kamal's things tend to go missing when Pabit is bored, resulting in Kamal marching right into Boris' room and fishing them out of the puppets arm hole where they had been stashed. Gives Pabit the "I'm watching you" hand motion as he walks backwards out into the hall.

• One day you stumbled upon the puppet sitting innocently on the living room coffee table unsupervised. Giving into your base instincts you slipped it onto your hand.

Maybe that was an overstatement. It was a pretty big puppet so you just placed it over your forearm. The inside was clearly made for much bigger hands but you were still able to slip your fingers into the right spots and make it do a little chomping motion. You giggled then gazed down at the little replica of Boris, "You're a cute little guy aren't ya? Boris really did a good job on you." If you didn't know any better you could have sworn it was smiling wider than it was before.

When Boris walked in on your little playtime you lifted one of Pabit's little arms to make him wave, "Boris, we were just talking about you!" You remark jokingly.

Boris looked shocked at first but his expression soon softened when he looked down at the puppet on your arm, "Oh really? I'm sure he had a lot to say."

"Nah, I don't think he's much for conversation"

"You have no idea how wrong you are" There was a clear trace of exasperation in his voice that caught your attention.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh? Ah, never mind" He waved you off "It's about time for him go back to 'bed' anyways. I just finished cleaning his stand so I can put him back in my room now". You nodded and Boris reached for the puppet on your arm, gently attempting to pull it off. As soon as he did however you swear you felt something resist and the puppet stayed put on your arm despite his attempt to remove it.

Boris retracted his grip in surprise to stare at the puppet. It all happened so fast you weren't sure what really just happened but Boris looked like someone had just walked into his flower shop and smashed his prized tooth lilies. His expression shifted to annoyance and he crossed his arms, "So you're going to be like that? You know if you can't behave, I won't bring you out to play with Y/n and Kamal anymore."

Now you were the one that looked shocked. Was he talking to the puppet? I mean, he always talked to the puppet or through the puppet, usually both at the same time, but this was different. "Boris, what are you talking about?"

It seemed like Boris had finally remembered you were there as he sighed and looked disappointedly down at his felt doppelganger. "Oh it's nothing, Pabit is just being stubborn." His expression finally settle back into a smile, "Though I am a bit surprised. He usually never even lets other people put him on but I guess he always has been pretty 'attached' to you." He covered his mouth to laughed at a joke that only he seemed to understand.

You were still confused but Boris seemed to be acting normal again so you decided to brush it under the rug. You moved to pull the puppet off your arm yourself and it came off with no trouble. When you handed it to Boris he stared at it for a second before letting out a relenting, "Oh, very well" and slipping it on himself.

He turned to you with Pabit and smiled, closing the distance between you by holding the puppet out closely to your face, "Goodnight, Y/n!" It spoke cheerily. It then reached out, held onto your face and pressed it's mouth to the bridge of your nose. Letting out a drawn out, "Mmwwah!", sound before being pulled back to smile at you proudly. After saying your goodbyes both Boris and Pabit headed off to bed.

• You had to smile, Boris could be so silly sometimes. You'd have to ask him later how he got the arms to move without the wires.

• Not long after that you found more of those silly little doodles decorating the pages of the notebook that you'd left on the table. The scribbles depicted you and Pabit together with the puppet happily hugging the side of your face from his place on your arm.

• I can absolutely see Pabit being Boris' little tattletale. Kamal has caught on enough to move the puppet out of the room before doing something he doesn't want Boris to know about but you on the other hand don't catch on for a while.

• You cut your hand pretty bad one day and Boris asked you how it was later that evening. Even though you were home alone when it happened and you hadn't mentioned it to anyone.

• How did Boris know that you didn't eat breakfast this morning or that you snuck out of bed last night to watch tv? Boris's only explanation is that he "has his ways" but he's too busy lecturing you for you to press him further.

• One night you successfully snuck out of bed again and thought you were in the clear. What you didn't notice however was the puppet that seemed to get closer and closer to you each time it was out of your line of sight.

By the time you finally noticed it it was sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. It actually caused you to jump when you turned around to see it almost directly behind you but quickly regained your composure and laughed it off.

Picking it up you turned it around a few times before placing it over your hand like you'd done once before. Feeling confident in yourself for your successful escape so far you decided to play around a bit. "You really spooked me, little guy! How'd you get out here huh? Did Boris forget to take you to bed?" You asked jokingly.

The puppets felt eyes stared up at you lifelessly and you let out a small laugh. "Hey now, don't look at me like that. You'll keep this between the two of us right?"

"...."

"Good boy, knew I could count on you!" Maybe you were just tired but you could see how Boris had so much fun with this. It was childish sure but you were certainly entertaining yourself.

Once you were satisfied with the puppet’s "agreement" to keep quite you moved to take it off your arm. "Okay, I've had my fun. So, you want to watch TLC or Cartoon Network?" You asked, not expecting an answer as you set the puppet back on the coffee table.

What you were expecting even less however was for the puppet's expression to shift to a scowl as its little arms wrapped around your hand when you went to pull it away.

"YoU shyOuld bEe in Bed!"

• Boris jumped up in alarm and Kamal fell out of bed at the scream that sounded from outside their rooms.

• You had literally thrown Pabit across the living room in surprise and were currently frozen in shock as it picked itself up, brushed itself off and hopped its way back over to climb back up on top of the coffee table.

"W-what did you just say?!"

It crossed it's arms and cocked an eyebrow at you as if sarcastically asking 'did you really not hear me? '. "I saYeD; u shYould bee in bEd! StAying up lAyte is bad 4 yor smile!"

"I.."

There was a long moment of silence between the two of you as the puppet looked at you expectantly. After a second you finally found the strength to speak, taking a step closer once you decided that it didn't really seem dangerous. "...You can talk?"

Your question seems to surprise it a bit and its angry expression shifted to one of pride. "I cAn do a lott moore than thyat!" It pointed at the sides of it's cheeks as it gave you a big smile. You went silent again and the puppet seemed to be inspecting your face, it's smile fading when it focused on your own worried expression.

"Sea? U stAyed up 2 layte and now you R all frowny :-(" It made it's way across the coffee table to where you were standing and hugged your knee. "It's okee! I'm hear 2 mayke u happie so tUrn thyat frowny upside downy!"

This wasn't exactly comforting considering that the puppet itself was the cause of your fear and you were quick to jump away when it touched you. This action was quickly followed up by guilt however when it looked genuinely surprised and then hurt by your rejection of its affection. It seemed as if it was about to speak again when Boris and Kamal both came clamoring out into the hallway.

"Kid, what happened?! We heard a scream is everything okay?"

They were both quick to approach you and check you over but your eyes were still locked on the puppet who was now looking at you sadly. Their worried questions were soon answered when they followed your gaze to the puppet sitting on the coffee table.

Boris was quick to gasp and lift the puppet up by the back of its coat like you would with the scruff of a kitten, "Pabit, did you wake them up?!"

"No, I folloWed thyem out here! " The puppet waved it hands in front of itself in defense but it seemed to forget about Boris quickly when it's eyes fixed of Kamal. "Oooh, hi, Karmal!" it yelled as it waved excitedly at him. Kamal responded by running a hand down his face.

"Oh, boy... Hi, puppet--Pabit, I mean..." The puppet seemed pleased by his acknowledgement but its attention was pulled back to Boris who seemed to be telling it off about something. You'd moved to almost hide behind Kamal who placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "You okay?"

"I'm fine, I just...It can talk?" You looked at him for answers and he gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

You were both pulled from your little moment of understanding by the voices that were being raised beside you.

"You shouldn't have scared them, Pabit" Boris's tone sounded disappointed.

"Eet wAsn't on porous, I swears it! I just wanTed 2 makE sure they waz gEtting enough syleep!" The puppets eyes moved back to you and it shook both it fists, "Y/n, yous been stayiNg up every nyight and knot geTting up 2 smile!"

"It said my name.. " Was your only response as you continued to shield youself behind Kamal. Your fear once again caused the puppet to deflate, it now hanging limply in Boris's grip with it's arms crossed as it looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry if he scared you, Y/n" Boris finally spoke to you.

"It's...it's okay, it just surprised me that's all..." You finally stepped out from behind Kamal. "How long has it been...alive?"

"Oh, since I made him." Boris answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "He doesn't usually talk to people unless I'm around though."

"I see..." Boris seemed to finally be taking note of your discomfort and said he was going to take Pabit aside for a moment, leaving you standing in the living room with Kamal.

"Yeah, the little guy used to cling to my leg when I’d work around the office back at the Habitat."

"So it really has been alive this whole time?"

"Yep, been dead silent since my fight with Boris though. First time I've seen him up and about since then. Been totally inanimate around anyone but Boris I guess. Until, now at least. Guess you have a knack for bringing things out of people and puppets!"

You both laughed and you turned to him quizzically, "Okay, but...how?"

Kamal raised a hand to stop you, "You think I got the know-how to answer that?" He smiled at you again "That's just more of Boris and I don't think even he could answer you to be honest."

"Heh, I guess you're right." You relented and Kamal wrapped and arm around your shoulder, offering you a comforting pat.

"Ahem"

You both looked in the direction of the cough and there stood Boris, holding something behind his back. "I had a talk with Pabit and I believe the two of you got off on the wrong foot. So..." He was looking at you hopefully and when you didn't look hesitant he took a few steps closer to you, "There is someone I'd like you to meet!"

You already knew what was about to happen next when he pulled the puppet out from behind him. The puppet fit perfectly over his forearm as he held it out to you. It was a very familiar sight but with much different implications since you now knew his little secret. Pabit himself looked to be a mixture of annoyed, nervous and sad and it refused to look directly at you despite your close proximity.

There were a few second of silence before Boris gave his arm a small shake, "Go ahead and introduce yourself, Pabit!", he whispered. Pabit remained silent, crossing his little arms once again and keeping his gaze fixated on the floor. "Pabit?"

The puppet muttered something under it's breath that none of you could make out. "What was that?" Boris asked

"I sayed; we already knows each other..." The puppet spoke out again more clearly. Clear enough that you could make out the hurt in its voice.

Oh, so that's what this was about. Thinking back now, you guess he was kind of right. The amount of times Boris brought out that puppet to cheer you up or just mess around were immeasurable. It was weird to think about; during a lot of the special moments you shared with Boris, Pabit was technically there too. He knew you at least, probably almost as well as Boris and Kamal did.

Before Boris could respond you spoke up, "I guess he's kind of right." This seemed to catch Pabit's attention and he finally looked at you again. "I'm sorry for throwing you, Pabit. I hope you can forgive me and hope we can...talk more in the future?" You gave a nervous smile and Pabit squinted at you suspiciously for a moment.

"Off course!" Boris let out an 'oof' when Pabit pulled his arm forward so he could hug your face, making the extra effort to rub his cheek against yours. "I still Luv u, Y/n!"

The shock must have finally been beginning to wear off because you were able to stop yourself from jumping away this time. You even reached up to to pat his head, “I uh, love you too, I guess?” Your words were spoken with uncertainty but they seemed to make Pabit happy as he let out an excited squeal and continued to cuddle your face. 

It was definitely a strange sight to behold; three people standing in a dimly lit living room with one of them holding out a puppet that was hugging one of the others faces. Boris was using his free hand cover his mouth as he smiled widely and Kamal was standing behind you with a tired but content look on his face.

• Now that you knew about Pabit, Boris loses him as a spy but gains him as a guard dog. Now there are two of them lecturing you about staying up late.

• Unlike Boris though you can actually bribe Pabit to stay quiet with cartoons, candy or just bringing him along if you're going somewhere. Now Boris is disappointed in both of you. 

• Pabit doesn't need to sleep but he can if he wants to. It's a little creepy because if he doesn't close his eyes beforehand they'll stay open. When sleeping he basically becomes a regular inanimate puppet until he wakes up.

• If you put him on he can actually prevent you from taking him back off. Tends to do it just to play around but lets go if the person whos arm he's on gets angry at him.

•Loves being used as a teddy bear. You feel something crawling up through your covers in the middle of the night and almost have a heart attack? It's just Pabit coming for snuggles.

Thanks so much for the request! Sorry, everyone, for the lack of content I appreciate all the requests I’ve been getting I’ve just been super busy lately so I appreciate your patience!

[florenceandthemachine]

soft eddie prompt? you got it! sleepy eddie???? just sleepy eddie, i don’t care what u do but i just want sleepy tactile eddie and i want him to get all the love and appreciation he deserves

Anonymous said:

How about soft sleepy Eddie, early in a morning with Buddie and Christopher either still asleep or at a sleepover???

GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE YALL

please enjoy 1.5k of soft, sleepy, touch starved Eddie. 

some things never sleep on AO3

Tuesdays, by far, were Buck’s favorite days.

Tuesdays were the magical days where Buck and Eddie were both off shift.

Tuesdays were the wonderful days where Chris had a late start at school.

Which meant, best of all, the best thing in the world—

Tuesdays were days that Buck and Eddie got to sleep in.

Buck had learned, very early in their relationship—before they had said the L word, before they had moved in together, and before Buck had the familiar weight of an engagement ring on his finger—that there were very few things that Eddie valued more than he and Christopher. And that made him all warm and fuzzy inside, sure.

But sleep… well, Buck was well aware that for Eddie, sleep was a close second.

Buck honestly had never had a relationship before where “sleeping together” actually meant falling asleep in a bed together and waking up together before it meant fucking, but that definitely wasn’t the only way that Eddie was a first for him. Honestly, though, Buck wouldn’t change it for the world.

He got to wake up every morning with Eddie, secure in his arms (and god, that had blown his mind, when Eddie had mentioned in a way that very much was not as subtle as Eddie had hoped, that if Buck ever wanted to be the big spoon, well, he would be okay with that).

Eddie liked being the little spoon. Who would have fucking thought it?

Buck knew himself pretty well—he knew that while he was a very, very physically affectionate person, it was unlikely that he was going to get that same amount of affection back in a relationship, especially in any of his relationships with men. And don’t get him wrong, he loved any skin on skin contact with Eddie, but not enough to risk jeopardizing their tentative friendship, or beginning of a relationship, with the amount of hugs and affection he preferred.

He should have known he didn’t have to worry about that—as soon as Eddie had deemed him a safe source of tired cuddling, he became the first person that Buck sought out when he was feeling even moderately tired, resting his head against the space in between Buck’s shoulder blades, using any part of him as a pillow, regardless of where they were or which teammates were watching.

(“Buck, no one's concerned about the cuddling.” Hen had told him one night, while Eddie was batting away at something in the gym with Chim, and he and Hen were tossing cards around on one of the collapsable tables. “Honestly, the only issue comes when you're both on different shifts. He turns into grumpy cat. It’s annoying.”

“You know who grumpy cat is?”

“That is not the point, Buck.”)

As much as Eddie loved sleep, Buck loved waking up even more. Waking up meant he got to press kisses against Eddie’s neck, got to tighten his arms around Eddie’s waist, got to witness first hand the half hour between sleep and full alertness where Eddie was… well, where he was adorable. Not that Buck would ever admit that.

No, he would take that secret to his grave.

When they had first gotten together, Buck had actually assumed that Eddie was a morning person. He was up with the sun, almost every morning. He could go from asleep to awake in a frighteningly short amount of time. He didn’t even need coffee to get his day going—he could literally just open his eyes and roll out of bed.

Buck thought, more or less, that Eddie was at least part android.

The first time things had changed was also the first time that Eddie had a nightmare while Buck was over, weirdly enough. One moment, Buck had been on his back, with Eddie curled up against his side, using his chest as a pillow while Buck flipped through the last few pages of his book, the next, Eddie was ramrod straight, his breathing tight and labored, body a weird combination of stiff and shivering.

Worse than the nightmare, though, was how Eddie acted when it was over. The flailing, okay, the initial shout, that was fine, but having Eddie crying? Telling Buck that it was okay for him to go, that he deserved someone less broken? Well, that was un fucking acceptable, and he made that point more than clear when he wrapped Eddie in his arms and dove back into bed.

(“You make me feel safe.” Eddie had confessed after his tear tracks had dried, lying on Buck’s chest, barely audible over the steady sound of the Santa Ana winds against the window. “I just… I feel safe when you hold me like this, when I’m in your arms.” Buck hadn’t responded—hadn’t needed to—he just tightened his hold on the other male, face buried in Eddie’s shorter hair.)

The next morning was the first time that Buck had ever woken up before Eddie, and he took extreme advantage of it—he kissed every inch of Eddie’s head and neck he could get to, he tightened his arms around Eddie’s middle, he made all sorts of adorable noises against Eddie’s mop of hair while sun spilled in through the window.

If Buck had known what he would be encouraging—nay, unleashing—he would have done this all so much sooner.

-

Buck was still, regularly, the first to wake up. And Eddie’s hair may have been shorter now, but that didn’t mean Buck couldn’t nuzzle into it whenever he woke up.

All of the other physical affection, though… that came from Eddie, even in sleep.

Eddie was a fucking koala.

It didn’t matter how they fell asleep—side by side, chest to chest, curled in with one another, hell, even when they were in separate bunks in the station—Buck almost always woke up with Eddie completely tangled up with him, wether it was just holding Buck’s arms with his own and looping their legs together, or finding himself completely wrapped up in Eddie’s limbs, nose buried in the hollow of Buck’s neck or the dip right in Buck’s collarbone.

The nights where they fell asleep chest to chest were the absolute worst, though; not because Buck didn’t like waking up with Eddie’s lips in kissing distance, because Eddie madE the saddest, sleepiest, little pouts when Buck tried to wake him up. It was nearly impossible to actually get to work on time when he had an Eddie in his arms that looked like he was about to cry if Buck actually wanted them to both join the land of the living.

Because worse than Eddie’s clingy fucking octopus tendencies—

(as if any of that was actually a bad thing)

—was that when it came to getting up, Eddie was a fucking child.

Like, a bigger child than Chris.

“Come on, Eds, we gotta get up.” Buck murmured, lips pressing along Eddie’s temple, settling right at the center of his forehead as Eddie let out a whine.

“I know, you big baby.” Buck tried again, with no heat in his voice, as Eddie let out a string of unintelligible curses and buried his face in Buck’s throat.

He tossed the blankets off of them, feeling Eddie grip around his waist even tighter, feeling oddly pleased with himself as Eddie groaned into his skin, finally working on real words. “Buck, noooo. It’s Tuesday. We sleep on Tuesdays.”

“I know we do, Eddie,” Buck started, finally working himself into a sitting position, Eddie melting down the front of his body until Buck’s lap became a pillow, Eddie’s arms easily wrapping around his middle.

Buck sighed as he rubbed along Eddie’s back, kissing his head as he leaned over and playfully swatted his flank, grinning at the surprised groan he got in response. “You gotta let me go so I can make breakfast. I’ll make your favorite waffles, but I gotta get started on them now.”

“You can’t leave, Buck, I’m your fiancé. That’s not fair. Fuck the waffles.”

Oh, it was a ‘fuck breakfast’ kind of morning.

“Eds—”

“I don’t want waffles, I just want you.”

Damn it, Buck knew he was going to regret it, but he had to look at Eddie’s face, the sad sounds only amplified by the image of Eddie rubbing his eyes, looking legitimately like he was about to cry.

Buck had fallen for that many, many times before. And he probably would fall for it many, many times in the future.

Finally cracking under pressure, Buck resorted to the big guns, his voice low and slow as he laced his arms beneath Eddie’s. He alternated between speaking and kissing where he could, pulling the other male into a sitting position, more or less in Buck’s lap. “Cmon, Eds. I’ll tell you what. Let’s get up, get Chris some breakfast, go for a nice walk along the greenbelt he loves, drop him off at school, and then we can spend the entire afternoon wrapped up with one another on the couch. You can take a nap, I’ll let you pass out on me, and I’ll order out for dinner so I don’t have to get up before Chris comes home with Carla.”

Buck really hated using Chris against Eddie like that, but it was the easiest way to get Eddie to pretend to be a functioning adult in the moments between sleep and a fully-oxygenated brain. He almost thought that he won their regular battle when Eddie finally leaned back against his chest with a happy sigh, tilting Buck’s head down for an easy, good morning kiss, eyes heavy and half lidded. And fuck, Eddie was always beautiful, but there was something about him in the early morning, soft and pliable and so loving that made Buck’s heart fucking ache, especially in the —where Eddie opened hs mouth and really just put the final nail in the coffin.

“I love you, Evan soon-to-be-Diaz.”

(It was another twenty minutes before they left the bed.

Buck had absolutely no regrets.)

[wydmariana]

        hi my loves   !   ur  fav  big  mess  dani   here   ,  i  also  play  our  hailey  fc  alanna  heh   !   i’m  bringing  back  my  bbyg  mariana   !  she’s  my  original  wealthy  character  &  i’ve  had  her  for  like over  3   years   ,  i’m  super  excited  2  be  playing  her  again  &  i  hope  u  guys  rly  like  her   !!!  i’m  gonna  put  all  the   tea  on  her  under  the  cut  &  if  u  wanna  plot  like   this  &   i’ll  come  bug  u  , i  rly  always  need  connections  n  love  plotting  ♡  u  can  also  hmu  on  discord  !! @ 𝒎𝒈𝒌'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 .#1958

new york’s very own mariana cavello was spotted on broadway street in christian louboutins . your resemblance to selena gomez is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty fourth birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being stubborn , but also adroit . i guess being a gemini explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be  lyrics  scribbled  in  a  notebook  ,  gold  jewelry  ,  &  blue  nail  polish  . ( i  defeaned  a  girl  in  a  fight  when  i  was  17 )  &  ( cisfemale & she/her  )  +  ( dani , 20 , she/her , est . )

╰ ˚･ﾟ  ♡   𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔   :

full name: mariana marisol cavello

nickname(s): mari,

age: twenty four

date of birth: june 4th

hometown: new york city

current location: upper east side, new york city

ethnicity: half mexican

nationality: american

gender: cisfemale

pronouns: she/her

parents names: alexander hastings, liliana cavello

orientation: pansexual but she doesn’t like labels

religion: grew up catholic, undecided

political affiliation: democrat

occupation: singer/songwriter

living arrangements: lives in her own mansion in the upper east side

language(s) spoken: english, spanish

accent: american

face claim: selena gomez

hair colour: x (most basic/accurate/but it changes)

eye colour: brown

height: 5″5

weight: 113lbs

build: petite

tattoos: mostly selena’s canon, but x instead of the music note

piercings: x (both ears)

drugs/alcohol/sex: yes/yes/yes

pets: one cat, 5 years old, named sergio - x

astrological chart  : gemini sun  ,  libra moon  ,  scorpio rising

character  inspo  :  meredith  grey  (  grey’s  anatomy  )  ,  simone  davis  (  star  )  ,  alyssa  (  the  end  of  the  fucking  world  )  ,  carla  (  elite  )  ,   kat  stratford  (  10  things  i  hate  about  you  )  ,  serena  vanderwoodsen  (  gossip  girl  )  ,  jessica  davis  (  13 reasons  why  )

pinterest  board  :  here .

╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡  𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚  &  𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕   (   tw  :  abuse ,   violence  , injury ,   sexual  assault .  )  :

ok i changed her around quite a lil bit so i’m excited to rEdevelop !  :~)

mariana was born into a seemingly perfect family ,  her older brother &  her having been born heirs to alexander hastings , billionaire hotel & business entrepreneur , shark-tank cast member  ( think kevin o’leary vibes .. yeah . ) &  liliana cavello , legendary supermodel  ( think cindy crawford )

she was spoiled bc they were rich af , so like she never NEEDED for anything , except LoVe :)

mari was quick to blow her dad’s money but did he notice ? no

she still is kjdfnsjdf

mariana was a happy child, but growing up in a household with her father quickly became toxic

she started noticing it when she was around 10

his yelling , his anger against her mother , the hostility towards the entire household

the relationship between her parents always had been toxic but now that they had kids it was quick to spread through the whole household

as mariana grew older and started high school , there were times where she would sit in one of the offices of her father’s buildings and do homework while she waited for him to finish so they could go home

at the mere age of fifteen was the first time one of her father’s co-workers sexually assaulted her in an empty conference room after everyone else went home & she’d be waiting for her dad

this continued for a little under  2  years .

this is when her behaviour at school started to get out of hand, she’d start skipping class, get caught smoking pot, talking back to teachers, etc

it went on for months & mariana suspected that her father knew and wasn’t doing anything to stop it

when she turned 16  &  got  a  boyfriend  , it started affecting her even more . she was struggling w being intimate bc of these things that  were happening to her

which is when she eventually  confronted him about it , in tears , in the kitchen with her mother

it resulted in a screaming match

mariana’s behaviour completely went off the rails after that day & she went to school one day & got into a fight with this girl who was taunting her

they fought and mariana’s anger got the best of her &  she ended up beating the girl so bad that she became deaf in one ear

shoutout to degrassi for the idea Ok female sean cameron in the house

( i needed a secret for mari n i was watching this so i was like .. ok why not lol )

she turned 17 shortly after this argument and by some miracle ( aka money ) her dad was able to keep her out of juvie despite the charges that were brought against her

this is mariana’s secret!!!!!

anyway now , she doesn’t talk to her father really , at all . unless her mom ambushes them into the same room which sometimes happens jkfnsf

mariana moved out on her 18th birthday ,  still has a good relationship with her  mom and brother  &   extended family

when mariana turned 18 was also when she started her career !! she started out as an actor in a few different movies

she got her big break when she starred in a ‘riverdale or like , grey’s anatomy’ type of show a few years ago prob when she was about 19

and that went on for 2 or 3 seasons before she stopped it to pursue music bc !

writing and singing and performing have always been Mariana’s passions & emotional outlet

anyway , she dropped a single while on the show & it did well so she proceeded to drop an album which also blew up

she is now rly successful w her music career and loves it sm , like it’s literally her dream come true ok

it’s the one thing that makes her happy

so yah , if ppl knew she deafened a girl totally wouldn’t b all sunshine n rainbows :/ hehe .

╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡  𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚  (   tw  :  drugs  )  :

mariana is very lowkey crazy

like she knows how to hide it but girl , it’ll come out

she can definitely be a brat , she wasn’t raised with proper consequences & often thinks she can do whatever she wants , has a bit of an attitude about it

she hates being told what to do

and will voice her opinion

she is also the most loyal & loving person you know , but the thing is it’s very hidden deep down rn . she is completely walls up , doesn’t wanna let anyone get close to her bc she’s a PUSSY

and like , she hasn’t worked through her trauma & probably never will

the only opening up she does is when she’s writing music

daddy issues galore over here

but she’s a lowkey softie when she  waants 2 be

when she loves someone she loves fiercly !!

mariana . is a  . party . animal

it’s basically all she does

like every night , her stamina is insane bc she can go out every single night until 3 am if she really wants to .

and she’s fun too , if she’s going out she’s getting WASTED

she’s the type of drunk girl to make out w  all her friends

she loves cocaine, is most definitely an addict (   but who isn’t in this city  ), tequila is her alcohol of choice, but she’ll drink anything you give her & weed is her creative saving grace

we luv a bitch who doesn’t care abt her health !

u will most likely find her in sweatpants and a hoodie or a big tshirt

she will dress up to go out & luvs lookin cute for paparazzi & career stuff

um , she listens to a lot of rap and just lays in bed  w her cat smoking blunts

um n ya  .. sad bitch vibes :/

╰ ˚･ﾟ ♡  𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  :

i have  a wanted connections page here    &   a   wanted  tag  here  !!! i need & want every connection so pls hmu ! like this  &  i’ll come to you .

[flos-timore]

Send me a  🥃 + a question for my muse to answer. If they refuse to answer, they have to take a shot // Still Accepting!

Anonymous asked : 🥃 Habit, here's a hypothetical question for you. If your Habitat started to go way downhill, but wasn't a lost cause yet, and you had to resort to more extreme and harmful measures to keep your Habiticians in line, what wouldn't you do?

At once, almost on instinct, Habit feels his breath hitch. Was it possible for air to get caught in somebody’s chest? Well, the question hadn’t even been fully processed before everything decided to lock up, on him. 

‘Why was that?’, he wondered briefly. Uselessly. In fact, he wasn’t even sure WHY he’d bothered to let himself pull the wool over his own eyes; if even for only a second. He KNEW exactly why his hands balled up into fists, exactly why dread was solidifying in his stomach. 

And yet... he had to glance away, towards the balcony. It was just natural, really, whenever anybody mentioned the Habiticians while he happened to be in his office. 

Or. Well. 

‘His’ Habiticians, as they had so eloquently put it. 

The thought made him laugh. He forced himself to hate that fact.

Keeping the smile held tightly on his face, out of a necessity that he hadn’t even realized WAS a necessity, he took a moment to steel himself before walking over to where his line of sight drew him. 

His heels clicked along the floor- an unwelcome change to the encompassing silence from just moments before.

--- “Hmmmmm.... You kno... That”s a “Good” question! Where 2 start with that...” 

Content warning: Brief suicidal ideation, blood, and mentions of murder/corpses under the cut.

Heights had never been a problem for him. He never even really considered them enough for them to BECOME any sort of issue. While he could understand where the fear came from, for some people, so long as he knew the ground he stood on was relatively sturdy, he could be as high as the clouds and not have any cares in the world. 

... Which is why he was confused when he came to a brief pause as he neared the balcony’s edge. Something about the location had begun to set him off, lately.. 

Perhaps it was the finality that such a fall would be responsible for. To say that he’d never considered jumping would be a lie, but- 

He was quick to shake his head- push those thoughts away. Those were for another life. Not this one. 

Habit “easily” (why couldn’t it be easy?) settled himself on the railing, eyes trailing down to the fairground below. 

--- “What WOULDN”T I do, u said..?” 

Maybe he’s stalling, maybe he’s not. You have no proof, as far as he’s concerned. 

--- “Well...” He leans down further, practically resting his head on the cold metal. Although his attention darts around as he observes the day’s activity, he registers next to none of it. 

--- “I suppose I wouldn’t wamnt them 2 think I”m trying two hard. Peeple tend to “Talk”, U see. Nothing like barb-ed wire or anythign sillie like That. The Habi-Tat is notn’t a Prison.” 

Isn’t it? 

--- “Perhapbs the “Curfew” wuld need to be much earlier..? I woould need to be patrolling more oftn than usual, that is 4 certain. Surve-a-lance would be “Upped”, also, of cuorse, but I thimnk I wouldn”t need to be TOO mean...” 

--- “Even if the Habiticians TRIED to eskape, th Carlas would handel everything!” 

Right. The machines he’d created to do his dirty work for him, because Heaven knows that if he had to be the one to subdue fleeing Habiticians, he wouldn’t stand much of a chance. 

And not because he worried that he wouldn’t be strong enough! Really, if THAT was the only concern, he needed to only let himself forget just where he was putting his hands, and, well- 

No. He disliked having to use brute force- especially when it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Call him what you’d like. He can guarantee that none of it would be too far off the mark. 

What the Carlas lacked in speed and intelligence, they made up for in numbers. The ones always actively present on the grounds were FAR from the only ones in The Habitat. 

Even though this situation was only hypothetical, Habit felt himself smirk, nonetheless; oddly proud of his own genius and security. Normally any talk of unrest among his “guests” sent him into a panic. He just simply would not have it! 

Not in HIS domain. HIS creation. If something isn’t working, then!!! He’ll FIX it, and move on!! 

But... ah... He had yet to really adequately answer the question at hand... Right..? 

--- “..... I”m...” 

Something felt- unfinished, here. Did he have more to truly SAY on the matter? 

The sounds of Martha were louder than he remembered. He rationalized the reason behind that being his close proximity to her, as anybody would. 

It just didn’t make them any less overwhelming, at the moment. 

--- “I... don’t think violence is.. nece-ssary.. to maintain the “Peace”, I mean. The way that Im running things right now is good. Yes??” 

Habit allows a brief lull to enter the “conversation”- just out of politeness. When no answer comes to his question, he can’t but to feel foolishly disheartened. 

Only a little bit, though. Just a teeny tiny bit. 

--- “I know this is only a “what if”- I get that. But the question is ridic-u-lous, 2 begin with!1!! Absurd!!!11! This groo-some scenariio will NEVER come two be!! So!!!! Why WORRIE about it!!!!” 

And that’s where he INTENDED to quit talking. Honestly, he did. With every second that passed, he could feel the dam begin to break. 

No, the topic itself didn’t bring him ANXIETY, per-say.... 

... but he WASN’T letting his thoughts lead to their obvious conclusion. That was the missing puzzle piece. That was the reason behind his sweaty palms and urge to be sick. 

Habit was good at blocking out all of the unpleasant things about life. Sure, they almost always inevitably resurfaced, anyway, but the goal was never to be rid of them for good. 

Merely to stall. Always to stall. 

But that’s NOT what he’s doing, right now! Because there IS nothing more to discuss!! Nothing! Nada! Zilch! 

--- “...” 

He hadn’t noticed how tight his grip on the railing had gotten- had barely registered the tension in his shoulders as he leaned further. Further... JUST so he could look down, better. That’s all. 

The daily lives of the Habiticians meant little to nothing to him. He was able to seamlessly gloss over Punching Girl as she pretended to, predictably, fight something. Or someone. He completely ignored Broccoli Child- nearly rolling his eyes at a less than pleasant memory regarding the trash he once tried to sell to him. 

Nearly.

He hurried to turn away, to head back inside. He knew that if he lingered for any longer that the incessant WHINING of a certain resident would start back up, again. Perhaps it already had and he’d merely gotten beyond used to it. 

Great. Cool. Love that.

--- “I THINK yuo are under-estimnating the work I”ve put into Thee Habitat. I know verie well how 2 control MY Habiticians, and if push comes two shove, I”m SURE I could-” 

--- “........ I... could........ .................. ah...” 

Something about his wording froze him in his tracks. He would’ve clamped his jaw shut if he had the gall to; would have bitten his tongue just to keep any more comments on the matter to himself. 

The smile from before never once left his face. He disliked how heavy it felt- disliked the fact that he apparently felt the need to keep falling back into the hole he was so DESPERATELY trying to clamber back out of. 

He’d said all he needed to say. He’d done his part! 

Habit lowers his head, back turned to the outside world. A chill seeping into the room reminded him that he’d forgotten to close the door. He normally wouldn’t care about such a minute detail, but- 

One quick glance towards the “operating room” is all he needs to change his mind. It’s bad ENOUGH that he’s allowing himself to become so overly fixated on everything that could go WRONG, and not go RIGHT!! Nobody else needs to accidentally overhear something they shouldn’t. 

Hand shaking (shaking??), he pulls it away from the glass; job done, and steps unsteady as he attempts to backtrack. Literally. 

Habit whirls back around, action abrupt as he gradually loses his initial train of thought. His breaths are a bit labored, like he’d just been running, somehow, and he wants to fix that. He wants, more than anything, to fix this entire situation. 

Pathetic. One simple hypothetical had sent him into such a state?? Disgusting. 

If he couldn’t handle the fire, then he shouldn’t have walked directly into the flames. He had what it took to run The Habitat. He took every precaution necessary. 

‘If your Habitat started to go way downhill, but wasn't a lost cause yet, and you had to resort to more extreme and harmful measures to keep your Habiticians in line, what wouldn't you do?’ 

‘What WOULDN’T he do?’ 

--- “. . . If. . . push comes to SHOVE. . .” 

He changes trajectory. Wandering around aimlessly certainly wouldn’t help anything, and suddenly, he feels very much so like cleaning something is in order. How often did he do that, anyway? 

Not often enough, he decided, eyeing the grotesque red splotches.... just about everywhere he thought to look. On the chair, some on the floor-

HOW did he manage to get blood on the walls??? 

Habit reaches forward to grab the nearby mirror on the tray, having already pulled a cloth from one of his pockets. Yes, a cleaning day was definitely in order. A dirty workplace leads to a dirty outlook on life. 

No wonder he’s so stressed. 

--- “... Well,” he shrugs, “who is 2 say that there will bee any Habiticians TO keep in line?” 

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he doesn’t find any relief in them, whatsoever. So he continues. 

--- “Let me elab-or-ate. CORPSES have teeth. Right?” 

He turns his head, then; absently searching for the spray bottle he swore he had sitting on the counter. 

--- “Who cares if “The Big Event” is SKIPPED, all-2-gether? I would not be above that. No “waitiing” and no “gettiing their hopes up” 4 something that was falsely advertized.” 

--- “So,” ah, there it is, “to answer you”r question:” 

--- “Nothing!11!!! There are absolootely NO lengths that I womn”t go in order 2 enshure that I gather More Teeth!!1!! So WHAT if I need to “take out thee trash” all at once?? So WHAT if I “accidentally” get the dosage wrong? They will bee happily and giggily, and then....” 

--- “......... they will not.”

“Sick” doesn’t even begin to cover how he feels, right about now. Does he sound casual while discussing this? How is he coming off as while he so flippantly talks about murder? 

Cowardly? Psychopathic? ... Terrifying? 

Is he terrifying? He must be. There’s no other explanation, in his mind. 

--- “No skin off MY back!! At leest CORPSES do not cry!!” 

Habit twirls back around to the counter where he’d grabbed the spray bottle, content smile betraying him as he gently sets it back where he found it. 

--- “At leest CORPSES do not struggle!! When they FIN-A-LLY stop moviing, they cann”t tell me: “Yuou womn”t get awaY with THis!!!1!”. They can’t skream and run- they can”t do any-thing At All!1!!!” 

And that’s the beauty of it. Or, at least, it SHOULD be. 

--- “Once they set “Foot” into The Habitat, it isn”t like theyre Going 2 bee LEAVINGG it, anyway!! I”mmn not beeing CRUEL!!! What I do- it’s BRILL-I-ANT!! So WHY should I feel BAD??!?!?!” 

Why, indeed?? Yes, WHY should he feel bad about cracking a few chickens to make a brand new healthy egg? What is the harm in it? 

Nonexistent, as far as HE can tell! 

--- “Thee answer is: I shouldn”t, annd I don’t! I hope thiss conversatioon was en-lit-ening 4 U! :-)” 

So... there. He’s done. It’s over. Rant over. He- He’s said his share. Had his fill. 

Of course, NOW he’s gone and gotten himself all riled up. Who knows how long it’ll take him to calm back down? Once he allows that little box in the back of his mind to open, this always happens. 

Why do you think he’s so keen on keeping it nice and SHUT? 

Autopilot becomes comforting after the hundredth time you shift into it. Habit continues about his business, cleaning the operating room while humming a jovial tune to himself. 

The fact that he stumbles in his steps every now and then is unimportant. His pounding heart barely matters. 

So long as he’s smiling, it’s IMPOSSIBLE to be upset! 

Maybe if he believes that hard enough, it’ll be true. 

[laissezferre]

review: poto manila cast: ian jon bourg, carla verdier, matt leisy

gosh, it's nice to see phantom again! the last time i saw it was in singapore five years ago or so, and since then i'd like to think that i've gained substantially more knowledge on the show's history, costumes, sets, etc, etc.--and that awareness of where things should be and where people should stand has somehow affected my viewing this time around.

i saw the show fairly early in its run, so things will most likely get better, but for its first week of shows, it's pretty solid! i didn't get to see the principal phantom and christine, and while i was pretty bummed about that initially , i realized soon enough that it wasn't such a bad deal (more on that later).

what i like most about this production is how palpable the thought behind every portrayal is. even as far as the balcony, it's very clear that christine was falling in and out of a trance/hypnosis in music of the night. it's very clear that christine was being compelled to walk towards the phantom in why so silent. it's very clear how the crowd in masquerade pokes and prods at christine (not literally) until she gets overwhelmed and confused. you can also pinpoint the exact moment in point of no return that christine realizes that the phantom is under the hood. i don't know if that's stage direction or clara verdier's acting choices, but either way, i loved it.

everyone already knows that they removed the golden angel from the proscenium. apart from that they also had to adjust scenic design and props because the theater doesn't allow open fire indoors. so, no flash in red death's exit, none as well when the phantom releases raoul from the lasso. no fireballs in wandering child. instead the floor bursts with gusts of air and some light when raoul goes near the phantom, and instead of a flash for the phantom's exit, the stage is lit with harsh red light accompanied by a loud thunder sound that rattles the auditorium, then black out.

i "think" that they slowed down some of the scenes. i remember listening to matt leisy sing his part in think of me and going "huh, he's taking his time". i felt the same way in all i ask of you reprise and the finale. someone please confirm, but does the show really last 2 hours and 10 minutes without interval?

some notable things that only fans will care about: christine falls to the floor when the mannequin moves. the phantom doesn’t catch her in time. also, the phantom doesn't drag his entire body across the stage in stranger than you dreamt it; he crawls on his knees.

could be improved: major props to the guy on soundboard that night for being alert, because feedback tried to kill our ears twice, but they got it under control before it could reach that blackboard-screeching level that haunts us all in our sleep.  sometimes i could also hear gears turning and machines whirring as the set pieces moved, which can’t be pleasant if you’re sitting on the stalls. i'm not sure if this normal, but it was noticeable when the title track switched from prerecorded to live. also, although notes 1 and 2 were considerably slowed down, i still couldn't understand most of it, same with wandering child trio. maybe poto and counterpoint just aren't meant to be.

ian jon bourg as the phantom (u/s)

as i mentioned earlier, i was a little disappointed when i learned that jonathan wasn't our phantom. i didn't check the cast board so i didn't know, but when he started singing in the mirror, i knew--that wasn't jonathan's voice. imo voice is the weak link in ian's solid performance. he struggles in music of the night; he either fades out or does an awkward falsetto that doesn't ring nicely in the ears, and he sounds out of breath. but barring that, when the notes hit right in his range, he has a lovely deep voice that booms beautifully. his voice also breaks in all the right places, giving a portrayal of a phantom that's vulnerable and sympathetic. despite being a murderer.

ian is more memorable for his acting. he doesn't have the little phantom quirks that fans love--no flicks of the wrist, no ridiculously seductive hands as they brush up his hair, but i think he's very "eric", he's canon eric. he's not fit or sexy or seductive. with ian, the audience is very much aware of who the phantom is-- an old, resentful, and lonely man. 

what ian has going for him--and here i will stick my neck out--is that he doesn't have chemistry with clara. sure, christine is drawn to him and is mystified by him, but the audience (ymmv) doesn't come out of the show choosing team eric or team raoul.

ian can pull off threatening but sympathetic really well. he acted the hell out of stranger than you dreamt it. when he got to "fear can turn to love", i shuddered because he sounded so utterly dangerous. he was the textbook delusional but controlled madman trying to convince a victim that what he's saying makes sense, and then he turns away from christine and whimpers like a child. the whiplash is incredible. what's even more incredible is that i was still able to feel for him despite all that.

this is also the first show i've seen where i can feel the phantom's age. how old is eric? late 50s? ian seems to age throughout the finale, and by the time christine kisses him and they're gaping at each other, he looks and sounds exhausted. he could barely mutter "forget all of this", and then manages to compress the bulk of his entire body into a pitiful huddle that by the end of it, everyone just feels sorry for him. carla's christine really felt for him too; she broke when he sang "i love you" but she never gave any indication that she wanted to stay.

carla verdier as christine (alt)

carla's christine is a truly terrified christine. she's not as playful or vibrant as the ones that are usually well-loved--the opposite of samantha hill, basically. the phantom really got under her skin, because it took some real comforting before she could loosen up with raoul in all i ask of you. i think she does a better act 1 than 2 when christine is really in the height of desperation. her christine eventually found her strength in the finale--when she was shielding raoul from the phantom, she was still trembling, but she managed to take tiny steps to confront the phantom, and the phantom moved away.

unfortunately, carla's voice is shrilly and thin, and once her vibrato came it stayed. i wasn't sure yet who our christine was but when she got to the part where christine was supposed to settle into singing think of me, i knew, "this isn't principal-worthy". she did that harsh inhale through the nose that sierra boggess did at the end of think of me. her voice also wavered a few times; i wasn't sure if there were mic problems or if she just had the tendency to fade out, especially when she's being drowned out by other voices. it was sad to see, because you're never fully confident that she was going to hit the note or not. that being said, her "soul began to soar" was gorgeous.

matt leisy as raoul

matt is such a supportive raoul. he's gentle with christine and he never forces himself or looms over her, even in notes 2. you know when you're watching a raoul and you keep thinking "please don't be an asshole, pls dont be an asshole". raouls are held to such a high standard of Perfect Musical Boyfriend, and matt did just that, not a single misstep.

matt has a clear voice that rises above choruses, so when he sings softly--i.e. with carla's christine--you know he's intentionally adjusting.

overall i really enjoyed poto manila, especially the clearness of direction and ian jon bourg. there were a few tech problems, but i’m sure they’ll sort it out speedily.

[bearfeat42]

What about papa iii falling in love with a sister of sin? The sister sees him chasing the other sisters and be a huge flirt but is shy towards you. You don't know why but it makes you feel excluded and suspicious. U then confront him - which is rare for someone to do to a papa and ask him what the hell his problem is. he has a crush and doesn't know how to admit it. The literal leader of a church that worships Satan is shy and doesn't know how 2 express his love & how she's his muse. Just fluff!

Sister Laylasat in the sister’s common room, pulling the threads of yarn loose from themessy heap.

‘Fuck.’ Shecursed, trying to roll the dark blue yarn into a new ball. ‘What a mess.’

‘Knitting,sister?’ Sister Haley stood before her. Layla nodded.

‘A sweater.Sister Mercy asked me to make her one, since she admired my peysa so.’

‘Your what?’

‘My peysa.’Layla said. ‘It’s a traditional Icelandic-’ she fell silent when she looked upto her sister, and saw her holding a white rose.

‘Have you gotyourself a suitor, Sister Haley?’ She smiled. Haley gave her half a smile back,letting a fingertip go over a sharp thorn. She sat down next to Layla with asigh.

‘It’s fromPapa.’ She said. Layla’s smile disappeared.

‘Oh?’ sheanswered, as casually as possible. ‘That’s sweet of him.’

‘Not exactly.I mean, it would be if it were just a white rose, but he has been giving out alot of roses lately.’ She rolled her eyes and looked at Layla. ‘He fuckedsister An the other day. She told me it starts with a rose. It is to let youknow you got his attention.’

Layla’s handsheld still for a while. ‘So you got his attention?’ her voice was soft.

‘Apparently.And so does Sister Carla. And Sister Zenith. And Brother Vincent.’ She lookedat Layla, sideways. ‘He’s kind of a slut, isn’t he?’

Layla grinned,but said nothing back. Her blue yarn was tangled again.

‘It is apretty rose, though.’ She said after a while.

During mass, shewatched Papa Emeritus III speak with passion and call upon Satan, preachingdisobedience and self-love. He moved around the chapel, passing the Clergy inthe benches. She saw how he winked at Haley, but the sister only gave him ahalf smile back. Layla appreciated her not answering to his advances. When itwas time to receive the communion, they got in line. She heard how Papa greetedevery member of the Clergy by name, said a Hell Satan with them, and placed thecommunion on their tongue. It could be anything, really, since it was just asymbol of their devotion.

‘Chocolatechip cookies!’ Haley, who stood in front of her, turned and whispered.

‘Dear SisterHaley.’ They heard Emeritus’ voice when it was her turn. ‘Looking exquisitetoday, my dear.’

‘Thank you,Papa.’

‘Hell Satan!’

‘Hell Satan.’Haley received the cookie and turned back to her seat. When Layla finally cameface to face with Papa, she felt something sting behind her eyes. Papa greetedher and she realized she wasn’t breathing.

‘Hello,Sister Layla.’ He said. Layla looked to her hands. Papa’s voice sounded softwhen he spoke to her, and all the breeziness and flirtation he used on Haleywere gone.

‘Papa.’ Thesound barely passed her lips.

‘Hell Satan.’

She looked upat him, opening her mouth. She was glad he looked at her tongue when he placedthe cookie between her teeth, but in the last second before she returned to herseat, they locked eyes, and Layla felt it in her entire body. Before he couldsee her flushed face, she hurried away. Only when she sat down again sheremembered that she didn’t say the Hell Satan.

The yarn keptgetting tangled in her lap. She tried to keep up with moving the balls of woolalong with her twisting them for the pattern, but it was such a hassle to keepthat up. It was a classic peysa, with three shades of blue and a white zigzagover the shoulders. She should be asleep, she knew that, but if she worked foranother couple of hours she could finish the sweater before dawn. Sister Mercywould be so proud of her. A small sound disturbed her routine. She looked upfrom her knitting, letting her eyes glide through her chambers. She was unsurewhat it was exactly that she had heard, and she dug through her mind to try toremember the sound. Slowly, she started knitting again. Then, with haste, shepulled her blanket back and jumped up from her bed. She hurried through herroom and yanked open the door, which she now realized had been knocked on. Afigure down the hall turned. Layla held her breath.

‘Papa?’

‘Layla.’ Hesaid softly. He turned and walked back to her door. ‘I’m sorry, sister, did Iwake you?’

Struck by hispresence, she shook her head. ‘Why are you here?’ She whispered.

‘Today, inchurch…’ he stepped closer to her. ‘You looked upset.’ His voice got lower ashe got closer. ‘I wanted to know if it was because of me.’

Layla lookedat her naked feet and realized she was wearing nothing but her night gown. Butshe didn’t care. She was upset. Shestepped back, so he could enter. Still not looking at him, she closed the door.

‘I heard youhad sex with Sister An.’

‘Did she saythat?’ His voice sounded stern, but calm.

‘Is it…’Layla balled her fists in the fabric of her gown. ‘Is it because I told you Iwas celibate?’

‘Sister,please…’ She felt Papa’s fingers under her chin. He tried to make her look athim, but it hurt. It hurt to look at him now.

‘I’m sorry… Icouldn’t give you that… but I thought…’ she stammered.

‘Layla,please listen to me.’ He sounded fragile now, and she finally looked up to seethe concern and softness in his eyes. A solemn tear rolled down her cheek.

‘I did notsleep with Sister An.’

Layla nodded,but she wasn’t sure she believed him. He was so close to her now. She wanted tohold him tight, like she used to, but everything was different now.

‘You flirtwith Haley. And Zenith. And Vincent.’ Her lip quivered. Papa’s eyes grew withshame.

‘I am sorry,Layla. I did not mean to hurt you. I hate to see you like this, I am so sorry.’He placed his gloved hand against her cheek to wipe the tears away, but theykept coming, and Layla was not content with that answer.

‘Then why doyou do it?’ she sobbed. ‘You said… you said that I was…’

‘I meant whatI said, Layla!’ He placed his other hand to her cheek now too, trying to findher eyes, but the sister couldn’t look at him. ‘You are the only one.’ Hewhispered. ‘The roses, the flirting… I just did that because I couldn’t copewith your rejection.’

Angry, Laylapushed his hands away. ‘I did notreject you!’ She hissed. ‘I only told you I didn’t want to have sex. A-a…andyou left me.’

She feltPapa’s hands again, but she recoiled. ‘You left me because you only wanted mybody!’

‘That is nottrue!’ Papa said, loud now. ‘I have never lusted after you. I fell for you. Ifell for you so hard, Layla. I can’t think clearly because you are on my mindall the time. Do you think I want Haley? Or Zenith or Vincent? Or An?’ He reached for her hand, but shepulled it away.

‘I am sorry Ihurt you.’ He said again. ‘But I thought…’ his voice broke. Slowly, Laylalooked up, to see him sit down in her chair. He looked defeated, his head inhis hand. Tears were rolling down his face now too. ‘I thought you didn’t wantme. I thought you found me too dirty.’

Layla rubbedher face. ‘I never thought that of you.’ she sighed.

‘I love you.’Papa said. He looked tired. Heartbroken. ‘No one else. I don’t care aboutanyone else. No one.’

Sister Laylabelieved him. She felt it was true. She berated herself internally for beingnaïve, which she could be, but she believed him. She stepped closer to him,taking his hand. She couldn’t even begin to tell him how she felt about him.How she admired him, how honored she was to be chosen by him, and how hurt tobe made to feel as if she was just one of many.

‘I neverslept with anyone after I met you.’ He started. ‘I know you don’t believethat-’

‘I believeit.’ She whispered. She caressed his hand with both her thumbs.

‘Then I makeyou this promise: I’ll wait for you. I will wait until your vow of celibacy hasended, until the time is ready for us. I’ll wait until marriage if that is whatyou want.’

Layla playedwith his fingers. Her throat hurt from the sadness that was still there, butshe believed him. She believed him. He wrapped his arm around her as she satdown in his lap.

‘What if Inever want it?’ she said softly.

Papa’s whiteand green eye were wet and shining in her dim room. He gently stroked her side.‘I won’t ask anything from you that you don’t want to do.’ He rested his headon her shoulder, and she wove her fingers into his hair. They sat there for awhile, and Papa gently rocked them back and forth.

‘Will yousleep with me?’ Layla said. ‘Sleep next to me, I mean. I want to feel yourwarmth again.’

‘Yes.’ He answered,wholeheartedly.

Layla took herknitting work off the bed as Emeritus took off his shoes and socks. He strippeddown to his underwear and the t-shirt he wore underneath his robes. She gotcomfortable under her sheets and he looked at her.

‘What is it?’she said. She held the blanket up for him.

‘I’m nervous.’He said. Layla raised her eyebrows, and smiled a little.

‘To sleepnext to me?’ she said. Papa nodded.

‘I want to doit right. You make me nervous.’ He kneeled next to her and leaned on his sideas she attempted to tuck him in. Before laying down completely, he took herhand. He breathed a little more heavily as he pressed it to his chest. Shecould feel his rapid heartbeat.

‘See?’ Hewhispered. ‘Nerves.’

‘Lay down.’Layla said. She moved the blanket over him and pressed a sweet kiss to hisforehead. Then she took his hand and held it to her own chest. ‘Nerves.’ Shesaid. He turned to his side, so they were facing each other. As they slowlywarmed up to each other, a faint smile appeared on Papa’s painted lips. She sawthe bliss in his eyes, and she believed him.

[diabolikpersonals]

Like, what do you think of them generally?

alright alright alright alright alright thank u for the opportunity to talk about diaboys!!! I appreciate it ! under a read more bc I ranted forever

LAITO:

My first exposure to dialovers was the anime so my first impression towards Laito was like “oh, he’s the flirty one - oh shit he’s banging her in a church, you cant do that, thats nuts lol” but as I got more into the games, Laito became SO IMPORTANT TO ME??? especially like his relationships, w/ ALL the characters like his brothers and yui and the other families and everything! I especially love learning more about his relationship with Ayato and Kanato because it’s so dang complex. His feelings towards his triplet bros is really complicated because he loves them and you know he loves them but his trauma w/ his mom sort of fucks it all up so he’s got like this genuinely nice and kind and loving personality fighting against this trauma and warped view of the concepts of love and family that Cordelia gave him, and what you get is, “I love my family and I hope they die” and throughout the games u learn more about the reasons why he has those world views and it’s SO GOOD Laito is such a well thought-out character!?! As a writer Laito delights me but as a fan, his whole deal makes me so dang sad djhfghjdkdfd

That’s why I was so fucking satisfied w/ Laito in the Laito vs Shin cd because you got a bunch of the darker stuff surrounding him (his tendency to push people off of buildings, that FUCKING VOICE DROP he does when he’s genuinely mad) and Laito was like...he was SCARY. And he was scaring YUI and he was scaring HIMSELF, too, which made me so sad!! Laito was like crying and punching walls and being like “why am I acting like this??” and it fuckin broke my heart dude. He’s a genuinely good person, he’s so wonderful, but he’s recovering from some really really nasty stuff. So that cd really gave me a sense of like, “Man, Laito hates this just as much as I do.” It makes me want to...idk...it makes me want to give him more opportunities to be good. He really is good!!!

KANATO:

As for my first impression, I think Kanato turned me off right away because I could instantly recognize all the tropes they were gonna use when they were designing him. You can look at him and tell that he’s gonna be the ~yandere~ character (I hate using that word but u know what tropes I’m talking about). As soon as they showed him eating a bunch of sweets I was like “yep.” When they showed us his room full of wax dolls, I was like “uh huh, that seems about right.” And then he yelled a lot and tried to stab Yui for making him french toast or whatever and I was like “ok.........I’ll go start ayato’s route” u know??? just super not my type, and the Kanato vs Azusa cd was torture because Azusa’s so soft-spoken but Kanato’s always yelling at the top of his lungs. I had to keep messing with the volume and it bugged me.

I think I would like Kanato a lot more if he...had a...friend. I think rejet kinda realized that he needed one and they had that in mind when they were introducing Azusa, but that ended up being a pretty bad failure I think. Kanato doesn’t really get along with anyone and he’s pretty open about admitting that he doesn’t like anyone particularly well. I’m glad to see him starting to love Yui genuinely but...idk I feel like every other diaboy has another diaboy(s) that he gets along with really well and it’s always nice to see them acting friendly and even encouraging each other sometimes! Kanato doesn’t really have that kind of relationship with anyone. When Ayato tried to reach out and apologize in LE, Kanato was like “lol kill yourself” and I was actually so fuckin mad at him, I was like “boy if you don’t fix that attitude of yours-”..........I guess I just wish that he had more character development by this point. That scene really hurt.

RUKI:

Basically the WORST first impression ever...my first Ruki scene that I ever saw was when he broke the cat’s neck and I was so pissed. I was like “immediately fuck this guy” and he became my least favorite character right away. And on top of that he was really elitist and one of those jerk intellectuals “ohhh solve this puzzle or STAY OUT THERE IN THE COLD you big dumb idiot. im smart and you’re not” and I was like FUCK this guy, how does yuma put up with him with HIS backstory?

But I hella warmed up to him during MB, like especially during Reiji’s route where Ruki was like “...uh...okay” the whole time jhdghdj that shit was hilarious. Ruki started feeling really real. And I think that like...hm...like if Laito is a genuinely good person surrounded by bad influence, Ruki is the opposite - he’s a bad personality surrounded by good influence. Ruki’s a jerk and he’s been a jerk his whole life but he has these wonderful brothers who love him so much and this lovely angel Yui and he’s just got all these good people who look up to him and he has to be good. This little asshole kid who treated all his servants like shit is now cooking dinner for his three adoptive brothers every day and they love him so much and they love him so much. It’s so fucking satisfying. I love seeing him supporting his brothers even though it conflicts with his personality and his main drive, like letting Kou run away with Yui even though Kou couldn’t become Adam. Ruki’s most important thing in MB was making one of the Mukamis become Adam but he gave that up to let Kou be happy. That shit is so important. Ruki was such a fuckin turnaround for me, I hated him at first but now I love the hell out of him and what he represents for the Mukamis.

KOU:

Kou is great!! I think he’s affected lots of characters in really positive ways, and he’s been affected in positive ways by different characters and it’s really nice to see. For sure he’s still got that trauma from his past but I really appreciate that Kou is in an environment that doesn’t have a lot of reminders of the bad stuff from his childhood. Like, how Kou was sought after for being such a beautiful child, and how he was trapped in a dark place for such a long time. There’s none of that shit when he lives with the Mukamis. Rejet could’ve easily put in tons of haunting reminders about Kou’s whole “too beautiful for his own good” thing but whenever he gets complimented, it’s usually for something different. Azusa will talk about how talented and amazing he is, and Kino’ll be like “idol clothes are pretty nuts huh? lol” and Ruki will be like “you’re working properly after all” and I fuckin love that shit...They could’ve made it so dang hard for Kou, but no, he’s in a much happier place now. He’s nice and comfortable being with these people. That makes me feel relieved lol

I already talked about how he helped Ruki but I think the most important relationship with a diaboy that he has is SUBARUUUUU cuz like, when you look at Subaru’s route you’re like “oh he definitely needs a friend, I’m glad he has a gf but he was so dang lonely and self-deprecating that he DEFINITELY just needs a genuine good friend” and then Kou showed up and he was like “guess what subaru? we’re gonna be friends, I’ve decided” and subaru was like “???” and MB happened and by the end of it Subaru was like “I took everything you said really seriously and I do want to be friends with you..............im not gonna say it out loud tho. let’s just shake hands ok” and I was like AW HECK YEAH!!!!! And then you keep seeing nice little reminders that they’re friends in other games, like in either LP or VC (Im sorry I literally cannot tell these two games apart) they were picking out hair accessories together for Yui, and in the Subaru vs Kou cd, Kou asks Subaru at the end if he had fun, and in LE Kou gave Subaru that pep talk and made Subaru laugh, and Subaru was like “Kou if I’m gonna die then I want you to kill me” and Kou was like “But I don’t want you to die!” and Subaru was like “you dont??? you actually care? about ME???” ITS SO FUCKING GOOD DUDE Subaru needed Kou so badly. Thank god for Kou honestly

KINO:

It was weird like...I was so mad at him during certain routes but I could never actually dislike him. It’s because he’s so dang funny tbh. He literally killed some of my favorite characters but then he would say a funny line and I’d be like “haha, I’m glad kino is here!” like it’s almost scary how charismatic he is towards both the other characters and to me, the player. He asked nicely if he could kill Shu and Shu was like “ok, sure.” Kino is hands down my fav villain because of this. Especially because you can really tell that deep down he wants to be a real member of the Sakamaki family and like he genuinely wants to be friends with people like Yuma and Kou, and he’s got the whole villain-turned-awkward-family-member trope which I LOVE. Like especially in that drama cd where he was like “I never get to go to school so I want to do home ec with you guys! Let’s make donuts!” and Kou was like “ok!!!” and kou tries to be super positive and encouraging the whole time even though Kino was actually secretly plotting to blow the place up. Kino looks like an idiot but he’s a genius tbh

and and and and and and I want him to kiss yuri. I think yuri is super in love w/ kino too, despite the fact that he’s. annoying. thats all I got dhgfdjskj...I love the childhood-friends-to-lovers trope so fuckin much

CARLA:

hey carla fuck you

I was really mad at him for his actions in DF mostly ^^; And tbh it’s really hypocritical because it was a group effort between both of the Tsukinamis, but I ended up loving Shin and hating Carla. Kino also did similar bad stuff to Carla, but I ended up loving him while hating Carla. So, why?

Well here’s fuckin why. Shin and Kino are cute & funny. They have their nice little payoff moments - maybe Shin hurt one of my favorite characters, but then you get to see how bubbly and energetic he gets around his big brother. He was walking one of his wolves around christmas time while wearing a red jacket and a random kid approached him thinking he was santa claus. That’s adorable! For a long time, Carla didn’t have anything like that. And he was a jerk to absolutely everyone, including Shin, who was so dang devoted to him!! Like remember in the DF cds where he was like “hey shin, the plan is we suck her blood until she’s purified from the vampires” and shins like “ok nii-san got it” and he started sucking her blood, exactly like he was ordered to, and then carla came in and STABBED HIM and was like “hey dont touch my property” like SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK CARLA U TOLD HIM TO DO IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! IT WAS THE PLAN

And he fucked Ayato up real bad in DF so I was so mad...;; I only recently started forgiving him once diatwitter and LE started up. Diatwitter let us see his cute old grandpa side where he fuckin wanders around amusement parks by himself like some kind of cryptid and kou keeps being like “wait was that carla? what the heck??” and LE gave us some pretty nice stuff like carla being like “ur definitely my brother, shin” so...carla is ok I guess...but then again LE also gave us some bad carla moments like “if ur not actually a founder then u lied to me and im gonna kill u” so basically uh?? carla’s just a jerk I think. I’m warming up to him at a snail’s pace but he’s still a jerk. sucks about the endzeit tho, I hope he’s like permanently ok now

[12redsky34]

Confused

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Hey guys! This is my first attempt at a mini-fic, but I hope I'm not too bad at it. It's been ages since I posted my first oneshot Cotton Candy (like three years or something… totally go check it out and see how terrible my writing was back then lol. Those of you reading this on tumblr will need to go to my fanfiction profile as it hasn’t been posted here unfortunately, nor do I plan on doing so) and this is kinda meant as a sort of continuation from that. I tried to make it so you don't have to read it to understand what's going on though. I think I used enough information that you, the readers, can fill in the blanks yourself if you so desire.

I'm planning on making this a two-shot, though if this gets enough support and enough people want it, I may add a third bonus chapter that will basically be all smut. You guys gotta leave them delicious reviews though! I always love seeing them!

I also feel I should thank @loadedeel for her all-knowing, wisdomous ways and giving me a fairly good idea how to get this thing going. After you're done here, if you haven't already read her fics, I think we would both like it if you checked out her profile and read some/all (preferably all) of her stories. They are truly magic in writing.

Anyway, enough from me. On to the fic!

Lucy was confused.

And not the kind of confused where a bit of research with a pair of gale-force reading glasses would solve all her problems, nor was it the kind that was one of those meaningless little questions that no one knew a definite answer to and a nice hot bath would wash all the questions away.

No, it was the kind of confusion where apparently no amount of research could give her a straight and/or reliable answer (she totally didn't do too much of it already) and it was far too important to her that a bath would make her forget about it.

What's the dilemma, you may ask? Lucy wasn't sure she really knew herself. Ever since the Alvarez Empire fell and things had settled down, especially after her novel had been published and awarded, she had noticed some changes in her partner and best friend.

Not the kind of changes that made him a completely different person. It was subtle little things. Well, that kiss he gave her at the last fair the guild went to (and almost destroyed, of course. Wasn't a Fairy Tail outing without a little destruction) was far from small in her opinion, but it had only happened once so far, and it was part of what was making her so confused.

But everything else was almost so unnoticeable that Lucy was afraid she was reading into things way too hard. Natsu still brawled almost every day with Gray or whoever else decided to tease or insult him, he still ate twice his weight in food, he still seemed to enjoy invading her fridge and sneaking into her bed when she wasn't looking and he still rifled through her drawers even though she had told him countless times to leave her belongings alone.

The subtle changes were in the way he sometimes behaved, mostly. Even before her award ceremony, she had noticed him mellow out ever so slightly. He seemed less restless, in a way, less eager to constantly be out on a job or searching for Igneel or trying to steal an S-class mission to occupy his time with. She didn't know what had prompted this change, but being able to relax a bit after all that had happened came as a blessing to her, and she welcomed it with open arms. She still needed to go on jobs for rent and grocery money, of course, but that was about it.

They also started having very peaceful, quiet moments together when Happy was out trying to win Carla's heart (she was only fooling herself turning away from the blue Exceed nowadays, literally everyone knew she liked him too) where Lucy would either be jotting down ideas for her next novel or reading a book curled up in bed, and Natsu would be there lounging on her bed or couch or sitting on the floor playing with his scarf or a little ball of his fire (she partnered a warning glare with promises that she would make him pay for any damage he caused to help ensure he wouldn't burn down the apartment building). These moments were calm and natural, and not nearly as weird or awkward as Lucy thought they should be.

The thing she was most confused about and afraid of reading into was how Natsu seemed to be touching her more often. And in the most innocent ways, mostly from how he would throw an arm around her shoulders or how he would grab her wrist when he wanted her to see something, or how he would lean against her whenever he was in a food coma from eating too much too fast. They always made physical contact like that, and was often teased for it, but recently it seemed like there was… More, somehow. More contact, more emotion, more… Everything. That wasn't even considering the kiss. She didn't feel like touching that right now.

Lucy didn't know what to make of it.

A part of her wanted to panic over her apparent findings, that perhaps Natsu liked her as more than a friend and was interested in her romantically, but she couldn't deny that she wanted a life with him at her side. Ever since they had met, he had burrowed his way into her life and stubbornly sat in the middle of it, refusing to go anywhere. And over time, she stopped disliking the idea of that. She couldn't imagine what it would be like without being able to see his stupid grin or his fiery, onyx eyes or his adorable pout when he was denied something he wanted. He was such a child in some ways, but at the same time, he was more mature than many other people she had known. He fought dark guilds for a living and pretty much had to grow up on his own without any blood parents or even Igneel to guide him as he matured, other than his friends at the guild. Though, knowing some of the more perverted members, she doubted they were a huge help.

Still, he was unique, and not what Lucy thought she wanted in a man, but she found she didn't mind. She always knew life wasn't a fairy tale, and after joining the guild, she came to learn that almost anything was possible with them. She was sure finding an unexpected love of her life was something they could manage. Well, it was something they had managed at that point, now that she thought about it.

"-u-chan..? Lu?"

But even with all this, she didn't know what to do! Natsu hadn't asked her out, nor had he kissed her again, which was the most worrying thing for her. Had he kissed her at the fair just to steal the cotton candy from her? Was it all just an elaborate prank? If he was interested in her, then surely he would have made another move… Right?

"Lucy!" Levy shouted, and the blonde jumped in her seat.

"S-Sorry Lev, what were you saying?" She apologised, smiling sheepishly at her blue-haired friend.

"You weren't listening to me at all, were you?" The Solid Script Mage commented dryly, a thin eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Uh…"

"Didn't think so." Levy giggled. "What were you thinking so hard about? It's like you weren't even here."

Lucy chuckled nervously. Knowing how overexcited her friends got as soon as they caught wind of something even remotely romantic happening between someone in the guild, she was hesitant to say what was really on her mind.

"Oh, nothing… Just thinking about a book I read last night." She replied. Levy narrowed her eyes at the blonde and she knew she had not been convincing whatsoever.

"You know you're a terrible liar, right Lu? Come on, tell me what's going on!" She pressed, leaning closer with wide eyes.

"Okay, okay fine…" Lucy relented. Knowing how the guild was, they would figure something out anyway. To be honest, she would rather they know what the actual problem was rather than make their own wildly incorrect assumptions. That always led to disaster. "It's… It's about Natsu…" She admitted, blushing. Levy gasped.

"Did he ask you out? Did you say yes?!" She almost screamed, and Lucy hurriedly shushed her, looking around to make sure nobody in the guild heard. Thankfully everyone seemed busy drinking, laughing or brawling.

"No, nothing like that…" She began, wondering how she should explain what the matter was to her best friend. She was normally so fluent with words that she rarely had any problems articulating herself, but the whole situation was complicated enough that she didn't even know where to begin. "It's just… I guess he's been acting… Different? Or something like that? I don't really know and I'm pretty sure I'm just reading into it too much-"

"No no, tell me what you think is different." Levy cut her off, and the blonde blinked. There was a glint in her friend's eyes she couldn't identify, and she seemed a little too eager to hear about her dilemma for it to be normal… Though she just chalked it up as the kind of Fairy Tail enthusiasm she expected anyway.

"Okay… Well, he seems less energetic than usual. He still fights and eats a lot and jokes around but he hasn't been dragging me on some job every other day - and it actually seems like I have to drag him on one sometimes - and we've been having really quiet periods where we hang out and do our own thing and just spend time together without anything crazy going on risking our lives, and… It feels unusual but also natural somehow. It's weird. I'm probably just being weird. I'm being weird, aren't I?"

"No, I think it's great!" Levy squealed. "It's so cute you two are having some quiet time together. Is there anything else bothering you?" Lucy flushed, remembering what was bothering her more than anything else.

"U-Uhm, well… You remember that fair we went to after my award ceremony?" Lucy began hesitantly.

"Lu… What happened that you didn't tell me about?" Levy narrowed her eyes accusingly at her best friend. The blonde squirmed in her seat and blushed harder.

"You remember when I said he stole a bag of cotton candy from me and I had to watch him for the rest of the day to make sure he didn't become a sugar rush monster or something?" She refused to meet Levy's eyes but saw her nod from her peripherals. "Well, to get the bag from me, he um, well… He may have kissed me?" Her voice cracked at the memory of the Dragon Slayer's warm, slightly chapped lips moving against hers, effectively rendering her mind blank at just the thought of it.

Levy squealed loudly, earning some glances their way but nothing more. Lucy had to shush her again.

"Levy, not so loud…" She complained.

"Sorry, sorry it's just… I'm so excited for you! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"Because I-I thought he just wanted to get the cotton candy from me and it was just one of his stupid methods of getting his way and he hasn't made any other moves to kiss me or ask me out or anything since!" Lucy rushed out, realising she was more upset about the situation than she thought as she finally found the words to voice why she was confused. "I thought maybe he might be interested in me as more than friends, but… I don't know what to think anymore." She added slowly, lower lip wobbling slightly. Was she seriously about to cry over Natsu of all people?

"Oh, Lu, I'm sorry. I didn't realise that you were upset about that…" Levy apologised, trying to think of anything to say that would prevent her friend from crying. Including herself, there were many in the guild who would be all over the place looking for the reason behind her tears and vowing relentless retribution to any potential unlucky person stupid enough for making one of their favourite members cry. "Maybe he does like you but he doesn't know what to do about it? We all know he's oblivious to that kind of stuff…"

"Yeah, but… He's never kissed anyone before as far as I know and surely he'd know better… Right?" Lucy protested weakly. She didn't know what to believe at this point. She knew better than anyone that Natsu would do anything to get whatever he set his mind to. Maybe he just thought it was a good idea at the time. Maybe he would kiss anyone if he thought it would get him what he wanted. The thought only served to make her more upset. Now Lucy really wanted to curl up at home with a big bucket of ice cream and not think about this anymore. Anything to erase the image of the rose-haired male kissing someone other than her, and as possessive and selfish as it sounded, she didn't care.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop it right now." Levy snapped suddenly, and Lucy blinked. She didn't notice that a couple tears had escaped her control, and she hurriedly wiped them away with a sleeve. Thankfully she had donned a pair of the long detached ones she liked to wear occasionally. "Look, I've more or less known Natsu since he was a kid, and he wouldn't just kiss someone randomly like that. Even if he doesn't like you the way you want him to, he definitely did it because he's only comfortable enough around you specifically to pull stunts like that. I've never seen him as close as anyone else than he has been with you."

"I guess…" Lucy agreed, albeit hesitantly.

"And anyway, maybe Natsu's in the same boat as you."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Think about it. If he kissed you, hoping to figure out if you were interested in him or not from your reaction, then if you didn't make any moves afterward, maybe he doesn't know what to do either. Maybe he's just as confused as you are."

Huh. Lucy didn't think about it like that. There was still one thing bothering her about that though.

"But he's so confident… Why would asking me out be any different?"

"Who knows." Levy shrugged, shaking her head. "Whatever he's thinking, Lucy… You mean a lot to him." The smaller Mage placed her hand over Lucy's, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'm sure that whatever his reasons are for not acting further, his main driving force is to avoid hurting you or making you upset and risk losing you."

"He's such an idiot…" Lucy sniffled, letting out a breathy giggle, though she wasn't quite sure what was funny. "As if he'd lose me that easily. We've been through too much."

"Exactly." Levy grinned approvingly. "Now how about you go home and relax for a bit? Maybe read that book I recommended for you?" She suggested.

"That sounds great, Levy." Lucy smiled gratefully. "Thank you." The bluenette nodded with her own smile and watched as Lucy waved and announced she was going home in her usual fashion.

Levy sat at the table for a while until a few minutes had passed before standing up to search for a certain Fire Dragon Slayer who she had seen walk in as they were talking.

She had some scolding to do and some advice to give.

[knicks-knacks]

You probably answered this before, but what are your opinion on Carla and sta/rla? And what do you think about the fans? For me I don't like it. I guess is just how the show showed about their relationship. And what are your opinion on g4g? For me I don't like it either. I would love to hear your opinion. Hope this question isn't a bother.

Hmmm, I think I’ve talked about it before, but I don’t think anyone has outright asked me what I think about it before- they’ve all just been vents or someone wanting to complain with me. This question isn’t a bother at all, friend!

For Carla, on her own and in canon... I don't really give a shit about her??? She's a character that was used as a minor plot point in like two episodes, she has less screentime than fucking GOMPERS for God's sake. Like, it's cute that Stan and Carla dated for a while, but the fact that she became a HUGE ship and people thought she was actually significant it's like. I started to hate her REAL quick. Plus the fact that she left Stan on a dime, and that Stan probably wasn't the best of boyfriends, and if you ask me I headcanon that she kind of shamed Stan into getting more fit. And then after that, Stan got so jealous he harassed both her and her new boyfriend.

So like, I don't mind the ship much as the fluffy-short-lived-high-school-romance, but when the ship is like "omg carla is the love of stans life!!!!!!! omg carla is gonna come back and they're gonna get together!!!!!!!!! omg carla is the grandma of dipper and mabel!!!!!" it's just. shut the fuck up. she's literally JUST a teenage fling that was used to get Dipper and Stan to bond over something.

And as for the fans, my goodness, they were terrible. They fought so much with the Stancest shippers back in the day when they were still rampant through the fandom. And gosh, it's been a while and my memory is hazy, but I know there were ACTUALLY ST@RL@ FANS who said some homophobic as FUCK stuff (Since Mystery Trio was still a big thing, so was Fiddlestan, and the Starla fans got SO pissy that Stan was being shipped with another male - no, instead, he should be shipped with CARLA, because SHE CAME FIRST etc etc), and there was some entitled as fuck stuff they said, including one Starla shipper getting pissy that there was a Fiddl3st@n art that had Stan and Fidds dancing - because that's a ST@RL@ THING. ONLY STAN AND CARLA CAN EVER BE SEEN DANCING TOGETHER EVER. And that's just scratching the surface, but I know so many of them were like "STAN CAN'T BE WITH ANYONE BUT CARLA EVER" because that's some of the stuff they said to me back then lol. Plus the fact they just KEPT spouting off like they were the definitory ship, even when the show proved again and again that they aren't into each other at all anymore, they still acted like they were the best ship ever and they were NOT a tiny dingboat with a fucking hole in it. And it's not like they've changed, there was actually a recent incident with a shipper that happened that I don't want to go in depth on because it will be too obvious who/what I'm talking about.

And then god... g4g..... legit and honestly the worst thing in this entire fandom. Like, take St@rl@ shippers, make them ten times worse, and that's G4G. Like, THE worst I swear. There's a lot of bullshit going on with antis right now and all that, but I'm still SO relieved that G4G is mostly dead.

Like, just focusing on the theory for a moment, it makes no sense and it never did. They claimed that Stan got Carla knocked up in their teens, and then Dipper and Mabel are their grandkids. Timelines wise, it's not TOO far fetched - but they also were like "Stan got Carla knocked up and then ditched her and the baby" which fucking NO. NEVER IN HIS LIFE DO I THINK STAN WOULD EVEN CONSIDER ABANDONING A KNOCKED UP LADY AND A BABY. That is just SO INCREDIBLY OOC AS FUCk. And then they turn around and ALSO say that, a big reason G4G is "confirmed" is because "Stan loves the kids too much just to be a great uncle" which i think is one of the arguments that got me frustrated the most because like????? okay u say Stan loves them SO MUCH that it doesn't make sense to "just" be an uncle, but he's okay with abandoning their parent for years on end????? and the kids' parents are totally okay with sending the kids to stay with the brother of the man who abandoned them???????? what the fuck??????? but it just frustrates me SO MUCH that they were like "He's just an uncle he can't love those kids THAT much if he was just an uncle" like what the absolute FUCK does that mean. family ties???? mean nothing when it comes to love and bonding????? they act like the more closely related u are the more you care about a person and like no????? there's people who hate their parents and parents who hate their kids and there's some grandpas that couldn't give less of a shit about their grandkids, and then there's uncles who are better dads than the dad in question. like, I had a great uncle, he lived in california and he cared about me more than one of my grandpas ever did so??????? that logic is so skewed and actually kinda offensive so jeez

and there's so many other little things that they saw and screamed "CANON" at the top of their lungs like an idiot. MABEL WORE A FLOWER AND CARLA WORE A FLOWER IT'S CANON. STAN SAID SOMETHING ABOUT KNOCKING A GIRL UP, COULDN'T HAVE BEEN A JOKE HAD TO BE CARLA. And uh. god there was a ton of other stupid shit that they said was "evidence"

but I think their attitude was the most absolutely abysmal - like I said, they screamed. they literally got into all caps fights with people who didn't agree with the theory, called people who didn't agree with it idiots, generally screamed down ANYONE who wasn't along with the theory - all while believing there was no way ever in the possible universe that THEY could be wrong about this completely true theory!!!!! Stanley says he's their great uncle? HE'S BLUFFING G4G IS CANON!!!!! Alex says Stanley doesn't have kids? LIES HE DOES TO ALEX IS TRYING TO THROW US OFF!!!! Alex says AGAIN that Stan never had kids? L I E S STILL HE JUST DOESN'T WANT US TO FIND IT OUT TOO EARLY!!!! Stan literally says outright that they're Shermies grandkids? LYING ALEX IS GONNA PULL THE RUG OUT FROM UNDER US AT ANY MOMENT!!!!! Alex literally answers a fan asking 'is stan the grandpa' with 'no'? HE'S STILL LYING HE JUST CAN'T SAY IT YET!!!!! Canon compliant game mentions Shermie again and Stan mentions fighting him off to hold Dipper and Mabel? LI E S HE IS TH E G RA ND  PA

It was the most infuriating bullshit. Even though Alex had said himself three times before Stan wasn't the grandpa, even though there's a shit ton of canon evidence and outright things that debunk it, they STILL thought they were the most canon thing in the universe, to the point that they STILL yelled at people who didn't agree with them.

just. ugh. seriously, if you're new, be relieved you didn't take the brunt of the G4G bullcrap. i mean i still feel bad the for the stancest shippers who were there before me because I came in at the very end of it but I saw how bad it was. weirdly enough St@rl@ shippers targeted Stancesters a shit ton???? it was weird but yeah

[thatwritingcorner-blog]

Fire, Ice, Hate, Love

"I love you!"

Little did he know those simple words would hurt him so deeply.

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Natsu walked into the guild one summer morning, everything was the same as it was everyday, people fighting, others sitting at tables or at the bar drinking or eating something.

He sat on the stools in front of the bar and Mira placed a plate of food in front of him

"Ooooh, thank you! Smells great!" Mira laughed as Natsu stomached the food as fast as he could.

"Yo, Flame-Brain!"

Natsu spun around just in time to receive a punch to the jaw. "Jeez what was that for ya stupid ice princess?!"

"That's for skipping out on yesterday's mission with the team!" Gray was furious and he had no idea why gray would care that much about him missing one stupid mission, it wasn't even a hard mission. Besides Natsu had something else he absolutely had to do.

"I already told you…" He punched Gray in the face "I had something to do!"

Gray retaliated fast and Natsu got smacked on the head which caused him to fall to the floor "Yeah! Well what the hell was it that was so important you had to ditch us?!"

Something was off with Natsu and others who gathered around to see what was up had noticed, but it wasn't that hard to point out something was off with the dragon slayer when he did not get up and hit back, he just sat on the floor and lowered his head. Gray was stunned by this, he had his fist clenched in the air ready to throw another punch but with this sight he just stood there not moving."Natsu?"

"I don't want to tell you yet.."

Gray got angered again, Natsu never kept secrets. Erza noticed gray's anger rising again and stepped in before he did something else. "Gray, if Natsu doesn't want to say anything yet he probably has a reason. It's probably too personal for him yet…"

Gray nodded to Erza to let her know he understood and would not do anything else. As he was about to leave he pointed a finger at Natsu who was now looking up at him with regret filled eyes, Gray sighed "You own me and everyone else here an explanation…." He dropped his hand to his side "When you're ready to spill it" with those last words he left the guild.

Natsu got up with the help of Lucy "You okay Natsu?"

"I'm fine" He brushed himself off and sat back down on the stool

"You sure?" She asked him again

"I said i'm fine!" He snapped at her.

Lucy stepped back a little shocked that Natsu had snapped. Natsu sighed, apologized and got up, leaving the guild hall. He made his way home and collapsed on his bed. Happy was left at the guild with Carla so natsu was left alone and he was thankful for that.

He curled up and his bed and let all of his emotions out.

Gray was walking along the street of Magnolia thinking about what had happened between him and Natsu at the guild 'dammit why did you look like that? Why do you have a secret?! Ugghh i hate you!' he kicked something and frightened a few people walking around too. He didn't care, he wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Gray seen natsu leave the guild and walk the way to his house in the woods. He found himself following Natsu, he had to be extra careful considering the dragon slayers special hearing.

He watched as Natsu entered his house slamming the door behind him and gray made his way up to the one window where he could see every room in the house. What he saw was shocking for him, he's never seen Natsu so broken 'Dammit Natsu what are you keeping to yourself that's making you this way! Stop being stupid and tell someone!' oh how he wanted to say that to him but he couldn't.

He watched a bit more, the window was open a crack so Gray had to be even more careful not to make a sound. He listened to natsu's small sobs and anger yells. But there was something he was not expecting to hear.

"Why?! He makes my heart go weird! It's so hard to be around him! Damn why'd i have to fall for that popsicle?!" Natsu punched his wall in frustration then sobbed again

Gray was in utter shock, natsu had fallen for someone...he said he fell for a popsicle, he meant Gray 'Natsu is in love with me?!' he didn't know what to do he kinda just stood there for a moment before regaining his mind. He decided that he would knock on the door and see if they could talk.

Natsu heard the knock on his door and sniffed. 'Gray? Why are you here?' he wiped his face and went to answer the door.

"Can we talk natsu?"

Natsu stared at him for minute trying to calm down his heart. He was alone with gray just outside the door, right in front of him "u-uh, sure" He adverted his eyes away and moved to let him in.

"I can't wait for you to be ready, i want to know what happened to you, i want to know why you so suddenly had to skip a mission" His eyes were cold.

Natsu shuddered at the cool icy stare he was receiving but he sat down on the couch and stared straight back at him. "You won't let it go will you?"

"Hell no!" Gray stared at him now with anger.

Natsu covered his face with both hands before standing up and making his way toward gray. Gray backed up a bit and natsu just got closer "you really want to know why i avoided the mission, i did have something to do, and that was avoid you! I don't want to be around you knowing i will probably see you get hurt and i don't want to see you get hurt! I never do! Gray i think i might have fallen for you…"

He lowered his head on those last words. Gray stood silent for a moment before he pushed Natsu away, hard.

"No! We're teammates, that's just wrong! I could, no i would not go out with you or whatever!" Gray had a disgusted look on his face.

Natsu looked devastated, he had just confessed his feelings towards Gray and got shot down so fast. Anger boiled up inside him and his eyes blazed with fire "Get. Out"

"What?" Gray actually took a step back, shocked by the bitter tone in Natsu's voice also he was shocked to see his eyes glowing and he was literally steaming with lightning crackling around him along with some flames, Natsu had never been this angry toward Gray and it really freaked him out.

"I said….GET OUT!" Natsu was about to punch him in the face so hard but he hit a wall instead because gray fled.

Natsu balled up his fists and punched another wall leaving a hole when he walked away.

Gray ran back to the guild hall and burst through the doors panting. Erza noticed him and ran over, she grasped his shoulders "Gray what's wrong? Why were you running?"

Gray didn't want to admit natsu and frightened him so he said "Natsu's gone crazy! Someone needs to go calm him down! And it cannot be me!" Gray had fear in his eyes which he was trying to hide. Erza caught that gleam of fear and knew something was seriously off now.

"Lets leave him be for today, we can go check on him tomorrow, alright?"

Gray sighed but agreed.

When nightfall came gray made his way back to his apartment. Once there he stripped his clothes and went to bed yet he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried. All gray could think about was Natsu's confession. 'Stupid ash for brain, confessing like that...yet he didn't have to get that angry when i turned him down. Whats with that?'

The next day at the guild the aura was dark and ominous...natsu was there.

Natsu had a cold look in his eyes and unlike the cheerful smile he always sported he now had a ice cold frown taking its place. He looked like a demon without the horns.

When gray entered the guild the aura got darker and people moved further away from the dragon slayer, even Gray flinched at the aura surrounding them. He took a chance and looked at Natsu who had been glaring daggers at him the entire time he stood by the doors. When he tried to talk to Natsu he got a punch in the face that happened to be a hell of a lot harder then normal and hell did it hurt, then Natsu stormed out of the guild.

Gray was on the ground rubbing his now throbbing cheek when Erza came up to him. "What happened between you and Natsu?"

He stood up and led her away from to group so he could tell her in private. "Natsu said he fell in love with me...and i turned him down"

Erza looked shocked "He...In love with...you?" she put a finger to her lip "You turned him down, that's why he's so depressed and angry!"

Gray nodded.

"He won't let me apologize apparently either. That's what i tried to do when i walked over to him but i got freaking punched in the jaw" he glared. "Stupid flame-brain…" his expression softened when his mind flashed back to Natsu's confession and he sighed 'maybe i shouldn't have been so hard on him...i turned him down pretty badly…'

"You have to keep trying to apologize to him, no matter how long it takes you...he'll get over it someday."

"Yeah i guess you're right.." Gray looked down "I think i might go take a walk. See ya" and with that he left. He walked along with only his thoughts bothering him. He was thinking about the confession so much that he started imagining what would happen if he had said he liked him too, which he didn't but he still thought about it.

He imagined Natsu sitting by him on the couch and he had his arm draped around his shoulders pulling him close, natsu leaning up to kiss him, him returning the kiss, playing with each others tongue, then touching each other and oh god no he had to stop fantasizing about him that way, he had no feelings whatsoever towards the dragon slayer. He never would...would he?

Gray was pulled out of his thoughts, to his joy, only to hear someone scream. He ran into that direction and came face to face with the dragon slayer he was currently avoiding.

Natsu looked less than pleased to see his face but at least gray's showing up helped the other people to run away 'geez natsu a fairy tail wizard does NOT act this way, broken hearted or not, we don't scare others intentionally' which is what he wanted to say but Natsu was already attacking.

"Ice Make: Shield!" gray needed to act fast in order to block the fire coming his way. But there was no use, the fire melted away his ice as fast as it appeared. It was as if Natsu's flames were hotter and burning gray's body without even touching him

"Fire Dragon's: Roar!" Natsu sent a blast of fire straight towards Gray, he dodged it, but not easily, he'd be lucky to still have hair on his legs

"Ice Make: Hammer!" A hammer made of ice plummeted down towards Natsu's head but melted before it even touched him.

'Damn how could he have gotten this strong so fast!? Is it his anger fueling him?!'

"I hate you!" Natsu suddenly bellowed.

Gray stopped moving for moment when Natsu said he hated him. He never wanted Natsu to full out hate him, sure they were rivals but they were friendly rivals but i guess they aren't anymore. Gray had stopped long enough for Natsu to land a punch on him.

Something was off, the punch didn't hurt as much as he thought it would, he looked up and saw that Natsu was clutching his chest as if breathing had become a strain.

Gray quickly got up and rushed to Natsu's side.

Natsu stayed conscience but his breathing was uneven.

Gray picked Natsu up bridal style and rushed him to the nearest hospital. Natsu managed to look at Gray but there was still a bit of anger in his eyes but now there was more fear in those green orbs. As Natsu was hauled away to get checked on Gray felt a sting in his own chest. He kept thinking the worst. He didn't want to lose natsu.

As Gray waited for the doctor or Natsu to come back out he kept thinking. 'Idiot, Ash for brains, what other secrets have you been hiding? Just don't die on me, on everyone else, Fairy Tail needs you….i n-need you, i need you to push me to be stronger..Dammit Natsu..'

The doctor finally came back out from treating Natsu and Gray instantly bombarded him with questions asking if Natsu was okay and what was wrong with him.

"Please tell me he's okay!" He grabbed the doctor's shoulders as he spoke

"Sir please calm down" Gray let go of the man's shoulders and waited for a response to his question. "The patient was not receiving enough oxygen to his lungs causing him to have an attack, we have stabilized his breathing and he should be able to go home by tomorrow morning"

Gray let out a sigh of relief to hear Natsu would be coming home tomorrow. "May i see him?"

"Of Course, right this way" The doctor led Gray to a room with only one person in it, Natsu.

Gray looked over at Natsu who was now asleep on the bed, he asked for some time alone with him and the doctor nodded before leaving the room and shutting the door. Gray went over and pulled a chair up next to the bed and stared at Natsu, he was hooked up to something that was monitoring his breathing rate.

Right there staring at Natsu on the bed looking so peaceful as he slept, Gray realized just how cute his face was, and how beautiful his pink hair looked.

'Natsu...I never realized it till now but you really do make my heart go crazy...either i'm worried about you or i'm angry but right now it's because of you..just you..'

Gray had ended up laying his head on the bed and fell asleep. Natsu was waking up and was a little shocked to find himself lying in a hospital bed, but he was more shocked when he looked down to see Gray's head. He became a little angry at him again but it soon faded when he remembered that Gray was the one who brought him here and he also remembered the worry on his face when Natsu stopped breathing.

He gently stroked his head, playing with those raven locks. Gray stirred a bit which caused Natsu's hand to freeze.

Gray woke up to feel something on his head, he reached up and grabbed the object which happened to be a hand, he looked up to see Natsu staring at him. There was no hate in those green eyes, and gray almost choked out a cry as those eyes were warm. He pulled Natsu into a hug which surprised Natsu so much but he hugged back anyway.

"Natsu...I'm so sorry for saying what i did!"

"It's okay, i was being a bit too dramatic with how i took what you said…"

Gray looked up at Natsu but couldn't meet his eyes, Natsu was looking down at the sheets. He gently grabbed Natsu's chin and made him look up. "I think i made a mistake. I should not have said no...i realized that i may feel the same way, when i thought i was going to lose you i was so scared you were going to die..I'm so happy you are okay. You stupid ash for brains idiot!"

Natsu was taken aback at what Gray had just said… 'he feels the same way?!'

Gray slowly leaned in closer and placed a kiss on Natsu's forehead. "Don't scare me again! You had an attack, you weren't getting enough oxygen in your lungs and you stopped breathing! "

Natsu looked down again, he knew his lungs weren't as good as they used to be and now he felt guilty for not mentioning it.

Gray sighed. "I'm going to go home..i'll come back to get you tomorrow morning, they said you can go tomorrow. Just rest.." he stood up and got ready to leave.

Natsu grabbed his hand. "You can't just say you feel the same way, kiss my forehead and leave, i want a real kiss! Don't back out on me now popsicle breath!" He grinned at him his usual grin.

Gray chuckled a little and bent down to give him a proper kiss.

Natsu's face turned red and so did Gray's. He pulled away and looked away. "See ya flame-brain"

The next day Natsu was release from the hospital and taken back home by Gray.

They had been spending more time together either at each other's houses, on missions, in the guild or just walking around and a month had passed since Natsu's incident. They decided that today they would go to Natsu's house. Once back at Natsu's house Gray decided to do something. "Hey..would you like to be my...boyfriend?"

Natsu looked at him with an expression like happy when he gets a big pile of fish! "Of course!"

Gray smiled and pulled Natsu in an embrace. Natsu snaked his arms around Gray's now somehow naked torso, and leaned up to give him a small peck on the lips. "I really do love you Gray"

Gray smiled and kissed him passionately. "And somehow you've got me falling for you, I love you too. idiot."

[internetdetectives]

11/17/19 - Chat with The Producer

The Producer 4:15 PM: "you can do it whelp”

The Producer 4:15 PM: "you can claw em gnaw em stone em beat em”

Xenquility 4:15 PM: "Ay it's P dog”

The Producer 4:15 PM: "ill do this with my mind you just obey me”

ARGdov 4:15 PM: "?”

otherLiam 4:15 PM: "uhhh”

The Producer 4:15 PM: "hello”

ARGdov 4:15 PM: "is he quoting a song”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:15 PM: "Ay prodddd”

otherLiam 4:15 PM: "hey producer, meet erika. erika, producer.”

ARGdov 4:16 PM: "he is”

ARGdov 4:16 PM: "https://genius.com/Ace-composer-gang-plank-galleon-lyrics” 

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "damnit dov”

The Producer 4:16 PM: "literally who”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "I was gonna post that”

pakospooky 4:16 PM: "@Erika_XP💚 https://youtu.be/A7P40vNkVr4 where did you get that?”

otherLiam 4:16 PM: "i am uncertain which of you is more antagonistic”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "WHERE DID YOU GET THATTTTTTTT”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:16 PM: "Yo prod”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "inb4 doug”

ARGdov 4:16 PM: "lol”

pakospooky 4:16 PM: “WHERE???”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "pakoplans”

otherLiam 4:16 PM: "pako chill dawg”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:16 PM: "Inb4 pako AO doug”

Xenquility 4:16 PM: "how's the production business my guy”

The Producer 4:16 PM: "its quite lively”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:17 PM: "Are u gonna send us another sick beat now?”

ARGdov 4:17 PM: "I can imagine”

The Producer 4:17 PM: "im enjoying my cup or morning spook joe”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:17 PM: "Spook Joe?”

Xenquility 4:17 PM: "are there other people in your field or are you the only person who produces shit between paralellos's”

The Producer 4:17 PM: "no i dont have any songs to send right now”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:17 PM: "OH NO”

The Producer 4:17 PM: "but ill make one specifically for you guys”

ARGdov 4:17 PM: "aww”

ARGdov 4:17 PM: "well thats sweet”

ARGdov 4:17 PM: "considering who you work for”

The Producer 4:17 PM: "i wont give it to you all until the time is right, however”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:17 PM: "Ty dude!”

ARGdov 4:18 PM: "deal.”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "ill call it”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "uhh”

Xenquility 4:18 PM: "what if it turns out producer is actually insanely evil and is the reincarnation of tenebris”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "what should i call it”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:18 PM: "Kill switch”

ARGdov 4:18 PM: "as for which one is more antagonistic”

ARGdov 4:18 PM: "I mean compared to BUP neither is”

The Producer 4:18 PM: "ok ill call it kill switch”

Xenquility 4:18 PM: "see”

Xenquility 4:18 PM: "he is”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:18 PM: "15 minute song of just TTS: YES, YES, YES, YES”

spookypako 4:19 PM: "Is it possible that Erika is Tyler's friend / girlfriend?”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "call it: Kill?, yes”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "no.”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "definitely not”

The Producer 4:19 PM: "Boyfriend”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "Carla lives in Australia, and they havent dated for....several years”

spookypako 4:19 PM: "ups”

ARGdov 4:19 PM: "she was also a member of the LC”

spookypako 4:19 PM: "seriously?”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "Former”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "if I recall”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "Ay Producer”

Xenquility 4:19 PM: "Any idea how erika got a hold of never-before-seen-exclusive-vip footage”

The Producer 4:21 PM: "you'll just have to ask them”

Xenquility 4:21 PM: "or are we just stupid and forgetting that we've seen it”

The Producer 4:21 PM: "as for many years this has been going on for, its no surprise that some stuff has slipped through the cracks”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:21 PM: "EL PRODUSER!!!”

The Producer 4:21 PM: "el traitor”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:21 PM: "mexican music plays”

Xenquility 4:21 PM: "also why is slinky the traitor”

The Producer 4:22 PM: "i guess traitor isn't exactly accurate”

The Producer 4:22 PM: "how about "elegy boy"”

spookypako 4:22 PM: "Is it possible that some character gave her images and videos, but she can't tell who gave them?”

Xenquility 4:22 PM: "alright that sounds good”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:22 PM: "Elegy boy sounds neat”

Jos 4:23 PM: "what about about to fuck up boy”

The Producer 4:23 PM: "a perpetual state of aboutting to fuck up

sounds good”

Jos 4:23 PM: "exactly”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:24 PM: "Neat”

spookypako 4:26 PM: "guys who is the guy at left”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:26 PM: "Hm?”

spookypako 4:26 PM: "fuck”

spookypako 4:26 PM: "wait”

The Producer 4:29 PM: "we will never know who is the guy at left”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:29 PM: "F”

Xenquility 4:29 PM: "some say he is still at the left to this day”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:29 PM: "Others say he is now at the right”

spookypako 4:29 PM: ":joy: :joy:”

Xenquility 4:30 PM: "they're fucking wrong”

spookypako 4:30 PM: "my phone is trolling me sorry”

The Producer 4:30 PM: "thats horseshoe theory for you”

The Producer 4:30 PM: "or spooky horseshoe theory as we call it here”

spookypako 4:31 PM: "who is the guy in the left in the window”

The Producer 4:31 PM: "our office has quite the diverse range of spooky politicial opinions”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:31 PM: "Do you know who is "spuu kinjo'"?”

Xenquility 4:31 PM: "Pretty sure that's just tyler in his house”

Xenquility 4:31 PM: "can't really tell though”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "joe spooky mama”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:32 PM: "Nope”

Xenquility 4:32 PM: "the spooky producer”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "i have the second eye”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "you cannot fool me”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "i mean third eye”

The Producer 4:32 PM: "fuck”

Xenquility 4:32 PM: "the spooky second eye”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:32 PM: "Spuu kinjo' mama”

spookypako 4:32 PM: "but who is recording?”

spookypako 4:32 PM: "uhum”

The Producer 4:33 PM: "the camera, obviously”

spookypako 4:33 PM: "very funny”

spookypako 4:33 PM: "...”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "it's their second eye not the camera”

The Producer 4:33 PM: "they have google eye”

The Producer 4:33 PM: "spooky google eye”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "google cardboard”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "or glass or whatever it was”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "waoah”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "briefcase”

Xenquility 4:33 PM: "that's somewhat relevant to this isnt it”

The Producer 4:35 PM: "briefcases are quite handy for delivering and transporting goods”

The Producer 4:35 PM: "im a fan”

spookypako 4:35 PM: "dewalk closed”

spookypako 4:35 PM: "cross here”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "what if”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "producer is the white dude with the briefcase”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:35 PM: "That's producer”

The Producer 4:35 PM: "its me”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "from start life”

Xenquility 4:35 PM: "BUM BUM BUM”

spookypako 4:36 PM: "bumb”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "im not that tiny faceless mongoloid”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:36 PM: "Prod”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "woah”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:36 PM: "Are you a little mannequin?”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "mongoloid was my word”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "how dare you”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "OI”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "sorry”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:36 PM: "Mongoloid is racist”

The Producer 4:36 PM: "im racist”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "and im raceless”

Xenquility 4:36 PM: "is it okay to be racist if you're racist to all races”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "apparently pako needs a new bum”

spookypako 4:37 PM: "HAHAHA”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "my condolences”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "F”

spookypako 4:37 PM: ":joy: :joy:”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "Pako's ass has been blasted”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "im racist towards non spookys”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "so you're racist towards yourself”

spookypako 4:37 PM: "nonon”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "cause uh”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "aw”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "Prod, are the Spooks like a different race”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "Like”

The Producer 4:37 PM: "you guys dont think im spooky”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "you're not spooky or something”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:37 PM: "Elfs? For example?”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "we appreciate it”

Xenquility 4:37 PM: "spooky is overrated”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "all the annoying guys are spooky”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "but luckily”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "you are”

Xenquility 4:38 PM: "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39Bnk6VU53Y”

spookypako 4:38 PM: "hd lol”

The Producer 4:38 PM: "well im glad i could at least be "Refreshing like a spring breeze..."”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "like finally taking off the gas mask and getting a big ol whiff”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "woah”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "gas mask”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "producer is skm”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "he wishes”

spookypako 4:39 PM: "oh yeah”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "why do all of you guys hate on skm”

spookypako 4:39 PM: "no you wishes”

Xenquility 4:39 PM: "skm is great”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "nah skm is pretty cool”

The Producer 4:39 PM: "kinda sketchy though”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "no offense but”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "keeps himself busy”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "thats for sure”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "you're one to talk”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "twoshey”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "TWOSHEY”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "EXCUSE ME”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:40 PM: "TWOSHEY”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:40 PM: "HAHAHA”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:40 PM: "r/boneappletea”

The Producer 4:40 PM: "its pronounced "toosh"”

Xenquility 4:40 PM: "touché thankyouverymuch” 

The Producer 4:41 PM: "haha... laugh now…”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "you, wont be... laughing... soon,,,”

Xenquility 4:41 PM: "one flaw in that joke”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "am i spooky enough now”

Xenquility 4:41 PM: "spooks always use capitals”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "HAHAHA”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "HEEHEE”

Xenquility 4:41 PM: "I meant the first letter of a sentence”

The Producer 4:41 PM: "shit”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:41 PM: "Hohoho hehehe”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:41 PM: "HELLO THERE OLDY CHUM”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "also the dots make you sound like a prepubescent girl trying to write ben drowned fanfics”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "IM NOT A GNELF”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "i mean”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "IM NOT A GNOBLIN”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "non fanfic”

The Producer 4:42 PM: "maybe i am”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "definitely real”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "IM A GNOME”

spookypako 4:42 PM: "Skm.png (147×148)”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "AND YOU'VE BEEN GNOOOOOMED”

spookypako 4:42 PM: "ups”

The Producer 4:42 PM: "deep down inside, arent we all prepubsescent ben drowned fan girls?”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:42 PM: "We are”

Xenquility 4:42 PM: "TOUCHE”

The Producer 4:42 PM: "toosh”

ARGdov 4:43 PM: "I mean”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:43 PM: ">producer being meta”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "ill woop your toosh if you spell is twoshey again”

ARGdov 4:43 PM: "Were all still here”

ARGdov 4:43 PM: "So yes we all our secretly BEN fangirls”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "does tenebris know about all his fans”

The Producer 4:43 PM: "we all our”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "nigth”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "nigth”

Xenquility 4:43 PM: "nigth”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "nightmind”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:44 PM: "Suck”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:44 PM: "My”

Slinky Stinks△ 4:44 PM: "Dick”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "no thank you pokephile”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "Dickth”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "and now pedophile”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "i”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "dony”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "wanna”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "gerth”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "more like i pony wanna”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "gerth vlogs”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "alright lunch break over”

Xenquility 4:44 PM: "more like i pako wanna”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "i have consumed my spook soup”

spookypako 4:44 PM: "hahaha”

The Producer 4:44 PM: "ill speak with you all some other time”

Xenquility 4:45 PM: "*some other spooky time”

The Producer 4:45 PM: "^^^”

Xenquility 4:45 PM: "anyways seeya p dog”