#he looks like that one cow mascot

[serafphim]

cow!!

[kaciebello]

When life gives you lemons

Masterlist Money mail ☼ Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff!reader (fem) Summary: Would you like some lemonade? Warnings: no use of y/n Authors note: Cow stand ig word count: 1k Song: Lemonade - NCT 127

On an almost empty street, you could see a girl on a yellow bike making her way down the road. The wind has played with her skirt as she pattled ever so slightly, on her way to visit her boyfriend at the corner store he worked at. hardly anyone shops there so they would spend their free time together. Her bike came to a sudden halt. One foot met the floor to stabilise herself.

In front of a white house stood a very poorly put-together lemonade stand. Next to it, two of her friends sitting on a pair of plastic chairs. From where she was standing she could see the cooler underneath the stand. The sign read Theo's lemonade and next to it was a drawn pound sign with the number one next to it. The boys acquired Mrs. Farmer's lemonade recipe about a week ago. They have given her some sob stories about why they needed to raise money. Not telling her they needed it for a bouncy house.

Looking at them, the boys looked like they could be asleep. She wanted to ride off but Theodore called out to her.

“Don't just stare at us princess, come and join.” He says and motions for her to come closer. Matteo looked her way for the first time. She jumps off the bike and follows the boy's suggestion.

“You're not gonna sell much just by laying here.” Matteo raises his eyebrow at her. Theodore just waved his hand dismissing her. Parking her bike by the tree that gives the boys some shade, she sat down on the grass in front of them.

“How much did you sell, huh?” She asks. Looking at them and unconsciously playing with the grass.

“We've been here for 2 hours and we have like 50 bucks,” Mattheo says, very proud of their achievement. The girl's eyes widen at that information.

“50?! That’s way more than any of us made in whole two weeks!” The girl was impressed, nodding in unfoldment before stopping to think for a second. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the boys. They expected nervous glances.

“What did you do?” Theodore sketches the back of his head nervously.

“We may have had some help” Mattheo says, looking into the distance, not wanting to look at the girl directly. She just gives him a sceptical look.

“Help?”

“We may or may not have enchanted the lemonade,” Theodore says. The girl just sighs, no real answer for the boys. She can reprimand them because she knows they didn't make it deadly. Properly just something to have people coming back.

“That and we have a mascot.” Matteo pipes in when he sees her expression.

“Mascot?” And like in a queue, a distant moo could be heard. Her head snapped to it. There she sees a black and white cow heading in their direction. A lemonade sigh on her back as she reveals a couple of children and parents in their direction.

“Betsy!” The guys yell out at the same time and jump up, ready to receive new customers. She just looks in shock, her jaw almost on the floor. Not once in her lifetime has it accurate to her that her friends train a cow to walk around the neighbourhood advertising their lemonade stand.

Staying behind for some more, she relocated to one of the plastic chairs. When the rush hour has ended for the lemonade stand, the boys return to her side again. This time with the cow chilling in the background. Betsy proved to be very efficient at the lemonade business. Kids lover her as she seemed to answer whatever they asked her. And they even made few more bucks by letting the kids ride her. She didn't seem to mind. The girl was however doubtful about sneaking her in to Hogwarts.

“Unbelievable.” She says, looking at Betsy, who is not resting and chewing on some fresh grass. She seems to have no care in the world. “How much did that make you?”

“Eh, about 20 bucks,” Mattheo says, trying to remember the correct number. The girl just nods. Getting up slowly, she makes her way to the lemonade cooler and takes two bottles out of it.

“Already on your way?” Theodore asks, claiming his chair back.

“Enzo is gonna wait just so long.” She says putting the bottles in the bike basket. She goes to pick her bike up and lead it to the road but Mattheo stops her.

“You gonna pay for that?” Her head snaps to him, seeing a smug expression on his face. She gives it a thought. It would be useless to give them money, as they share a goal. So she decides on the new best payment.

Walking to the boys before giving them both a kiss on the cheek. She started both of them enough that she was able to lead her bike back on the road. As she sat up she was stopped by the boys again.

“Drive safe princess!”

“And don't forget. When Johnny gives you lemons, Mark lemonade!” Theodore tells her.

“That's not- You know what? Sure.” She says smiling. Finally sitting on her bike and pushing herself in the direction of her destination in the first place. She can hear a moo in the background, knowing her cow friend is bidding her goodbye.

Riding on her yellow bike, she makes her way to the store where her boyfriend works. She rides more slowly than before to not break the two glass bottles in her basket. The wind was not as harsh on her hair as before. Smile on her face as she heard Betsy's bell ringing again.

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[desertduality]

Trustfall

Ao3

Just a little thing I wrote to explore the Jimmy and Scar dynamic. Set loosely after session two. Enjoy! <3

Night comes, and Scar can't hide from his feelings anymore. They catch up to him - like everything does, eventually. Scar can never run fast enough.

He's on another mountain, this one green and pink and bright, bordered by tall shoots of bamboo and topped with cherry blossom trees, decorated with growing wheat fields and pens that - sometimes - house sheep and cows. It's all so... alive. So beautiful. So fragile.

The beauty of it is not the surprising part. It's not even that he spent the better part of the day eating dirt or leaves or shovels. No, the strangest thing on the mountain is the people. The strangest thing about them is that they're there at all. With Scar. On purpose.

He can't quite figure it out. The why of it. Jimmy had made it look so easy to say he would stay, like he couldn't think of a million reasons not to. And then Lizzie, who he had invited, and then still been surprised to see her there when he got back. They do it without obligation. Scar had almost forgotten what that felt like.

Neither of them are tethered to him by fate or bound by an oath. They're just there, bright and silly and constant. He'd had something close to it, once, with the allies he'd jokingly called his family, but that had been... messy.

Jimmy and Lizzie make caring about him feel like something simple.

Tell me about your theme park idea, Lizzie had said, and he had. He'd braced himself for- for something. For dismissal. For a roll of the eyes.

A good theme park has three things. Lizzie had mused instead. We need rides, decorations, and a mascot. I think one of us here has real mascot energy.

Jimmy's face had lit up. Lizzie had built three birds at the entrance to their base, standing proudly. Scar stares at them now, shadowy figures in the dark. They're a team. And as much as Lizzie jokes and groans about what a handful the two of them are, they're still equals. They understand each other. Lizzie knows what it's like to be alone, overlooked. Jimmy knows what it's like to be seen as a burden, a joke.

Somehow, despite everything, they trust each other. It's terrifying.

"Stargazing?"

Scar jumps at the voice, a quiet yelp escaping his throat before he can stop it. He twists his torso to look, a jerky motion, and lays eyes on Jimmy, who seems a bit apologetic. "Ah, sorry-"

"Geez, Jimmy, oh my god," Scar says through wheezing breaths, hand pressed to his chest. "This is the life series, man, you can't sneak up on- on a man in thought!"

"Right, sorry, sorry," Jimmy continues, laughing a little bit. "Thought you heard me walk over."

Jimmy sits down next to him, clothes rumpled from bed. It's quiet, fireflies blinking and crickets chirping in the distance. The moon is nearly full, high in the sky. It's early enough in the game that a full nights sleep is still an option. And yet-

"Couldn't sleep?" Jimmy asks, tone light but genuine.

"Oh, you know," Scar says, humming. "Stomach ache. Dirt doesn't agree with me. Who knew?"

"Yeah, glad that one's over." Jimmy stretches his legs out in front of him. "Think I chipped a tooth. I'm billing Grian."

Scar laughs quietly, mindful of Lizzie snoring just a few yards away. That's another thing he's not quite used to: sleeping with others nearby. It's comforting. He's afraid he'll get used to it.

They sit in silence for a while, comfortable and secure. Their frankly absurd amount of bamboo rustles in the gentle wind, cherry blossom petals perpetually raining down around them. It's the kind of perfect peace that has Scar waiting on the other shoe to drop.

"...What was winning like?" Jimmy asks eventually, voice soft.

"...I don't know," Scar says. "It didn't really feel like winning. It was kind of just, like. Sad."

"Sad?"

"Yeah." Scar sighs, leaning back to look at the stars. "I thought it might make me feel better, to just- to prove that I could."

Jimmy hums like he's really listening, like he understands, and Scar... Something settles. Something that has been flinching for a very long time goes still.

"I was tired of being alone," he admits. "Still am. I end up that way a lot."

"Not this time," Jimmy says, a lopsided smile on his face. "Not on my watch."

He places a comforting hand on Scar's shoulder. Grounding. Real.

Oh, Scar thinks. This is what it's like to have something to lose.

"You sure it's not too early to say that?" Scar asks, half teasing. "You might be running for the hills a week from now. I'm not- I'm not an easy teammate."

"Hey, me neither, pal." Jimmy nudges him, smile a bit jagged at the edges. "I'm known for dying early. I've got issues with longevity."

"They make medicine for that."

"Wh- Scar!"

Scar doubles over, wheezing uncontrollably. Jimmy follows helplessly, in a way that almost sounds painful. It continues for a while, until Lizzie makes a small noise in her sleep, and the two of them choke back their laughter to something manageable, tapering back into silence. Scar feels... happy. He feels happy. It's...

"How about you?" Scar asks. "Anything you want to get off your chest? Just between us. And the giant parrot statues."

"Ehh, I don't know," Jimmy says playfully, eying the parrots suspiciously. "I don't know if I trust 'em."

"And me?"

"You?" Jimmy glances sideways at him, eyes light and honest. "Of course. We're the Bam Boys."

Trust is something that Scar had thought he'd killed a long time ago. Jimmy offers it anyway. It's like a lighthouse in a storm. The sun to a flower. Water in a desert.

Trust. Just this once, Scar vows not to break it.

"So," Scar says, like nothing just happened. "Anything?"

Jimmy exhales shakily, looking away, down at his hands. There's dirt under his fingernails. Scar waits.

"I don't want to die first," Jimmy says, a faint tone of embarrassment in his voice. "I know it's like, a thing, but I really..."

Canary, they call him. A creature whose purpose is to die.

Scar knows a thing or two about unwanted titles. He sometimes feels like the role of Villain is still branded onto his skin, with the way some people look at him.

I don't want to die, cries the Canary, but the miner only pays attention when the singing stops.

"You won't," Scar says, as close to a promise as he can get. "Not this time. Not on my watch."

Jimmy grins crookedly, something relieved at the corners of his eyes. "That right?"

"That's right."

They go back to bed.

[darkrooklobby]

🦜Apollo Justice trilogy (the rant/analysis)🎵✨

Welcome! Allow me to specify what this rant is about:

The game, Apollo Justice (2007 - 2008)

The characters (Apollo, Phoenix, and the Gavin brothers)

The wasted potential (i.e. the other games) (I'm most familiar with AA1-4 the others i've briefly looked at)

Just angry thoughts at 3am

[⚠️SPOILERS FOR APOLLO JUSTICE + TRILOGY!⚠️]

[also the ⚪bulleted points⚪ are facts, the rest is my subjective yapping]

Before I begin my rant, here's some basic information about the game's development:

It's the last game directed by Shu Takumi. The rest of the trilogy is directed by his assistant (Takeshi Yamazaki) meanwhile Shu was busy with the Professor Layton crossover + The great ace attorney.

Capcom literally demanded to insert Phoenix into the game. Shu was against putting Phoenix in, feeling that his story has already come to a natural conclusion, stating, "I felt that Phoenix's story had been told, and that the series should not continue. Knowing when to end a story is very important and I wanted to avoid dragging it out and having it become a shadow of its former self." (Takumi)

In the end, Shu was forced to put Phoenix in, and we got hobo Phoenix, or as I like to call him, Beanix.

Okay so, a brief pause. From what we already know, there is a conflict of interests during development. We have a small group of artists that did a small project called ✨Ace Attorney✨ and then the corporate realized they're sitting on a goldmine. Capcom did not want their mascot, their cash cow, Phoenix Wright, to go just yet. Shu (who wanted a fresh start, and creative freedom) was torn, his team was torn between letting Phoenix go and bringing him in, and you notice that in the game as it goes back and forth. It goes between Phoenix being a main character, interfering, or disappearing for long periods of time. It was on and off, just like their arguments - corporate vs. creative freedom, old vs. the new.

It creates an... odd atmosphere throughout the game. This indecision and forcefulness. Opinions vary 🙃

The corporate unfortunately won. We had Phenix back, not in his former glory, but as a character. (Result? Apollo feels less like a protagonist, suffering, feeling irrelevant in his own game. Not always, of course! But most of the time...)

Facts continue! Apollo Justice (AA4) is the last game with 2D sprites, with some rare 3D elements. (Like Cheeto Klavier🧡)

btw, here's some name puns and meanings:

Apollo is literally named after the god of truth.

"Klavier" means "Piano" in German 🎹 - his Japanese name, Kyoya, means, "to echo/resound".

Kristoph's Japanese name, Kirihito (霧人), when reversed (人斬り - hitokiri) literally translates to "the killer".

Trucy's name pun, Trucy Wright, is supposed to sound like "see-through" (tru-through cy-see)

Lamiror = mirror, Wocky Kitaki = Walkie-Talkie, Drew Misham = Draw-me-a-sham, etc.

Okay, so. About the 1️⃣first case1️⃣: It's a widely accepted opinion that the first trial is the best one, and it's hard to disagree. It's a completely new thing (almost as if Shu was planning on starting an entirely new trilogy without Phenix Wright! Can you imagine?!--) and because the first trial is so good, with a great twist and a fun conclusion, other trials pale in comparison. Let's see, we have a new quirky protagonist (he's fine) a gentleman for a mentor (a character with depth, as we will come to know) a fallen attorney with shady history (Mr. Phenix Wright) along a complex, yet understandable, mystery. What is lovely about the first case is that it makes you think just enough, the trial flows nicely for the sub-plot to come out, and the twist is perfect.

Of course, I imagine that Japanese players might have seen the twist coming a bit earlier, looking at Kristoph's name-pun, but all-in-all it's a great start! The question is - is it a great start for the new franchise that Shu wanted to make? Is it a great start for Apollo as an attorney and as a character? ...Or, is it a great start, for the old greedy company to push good old Phoenix back into spotlight and collect more money? 🤔🤔🤔

Here's some facts about the direction the game hoped to take:

The game delved into darker themes on purpose, like a "grown up" version of Ace attorney for the next generation. It was hoping to shift the tone from the previous three games more towards realism. (AA1 was a bit comedic, we cross-examined a parrot, the crimes were less complex compared to AA3. With AA4, the idea was to make AA3 but better.) It tried to set Apollo as a more independent lawyer, trusting no one, without any mentor (like Mia in previous games) coming back every other case.

With the first case, Apollo becomes independent in a sense, but... well.

Apollo basically third-wheeled in Phoenix/Kristoph divorce. That's basically what happened in that trial. Somehow, we managed to shift all the attention from Apollo's character growth into these two men. Apollo's independent now because he got left alone in the trash while the AA team tries to figure out what the fuck to do with Phoenix and how to shove the whole thing together.

The entire game was made with the idea of change, a fresh start & fresh blood in mind! We don't get much character growth from the main characters AT ALL because, at some point in development, there was a decision made: They thought they will make a sequel. AA games so far relied on story continuity, chronological events, time passing, characters evolving, events making an impact on the characters, etc.

Apollo Justice, a beginning game of a trilogy, was written specifically in a way to have a sequel. There were things left unanswered for a reason. They took things slow, and the idea of the sequel was planned to go more into the Gramarye troupe, Gavin brothers, and Apollo's family. (Shu even had an entire backstory written for the Gavin brothers, but it was scrapped by the new team) (I'll get into it later.) This was also the reason why the game had potential, but never went all the way. The plot was more complex, and was made specifically with a direct continuation in mind, which never came to pass. We instead got... an entire rework. (again, i'll get into it later 😂)

Some art facts, since i'm an artist: They were thinking over a few variants of the character designs before they settled on the current ones. They wanted to have a protagonist more energetic than Phoenix, more blunt, an idealist, less bluffing, like a new generation kid kinda-thing. Apollo has distinct spiky hair, is different, is less tall, has a wide forehead... did you know, the design team had a few designs with different forehead wide-nesses? Wild. Apollo's color scheme is Godot's inverted, and as far away from Phoenix's dark blue design as possible (gee I wonder why...)

(Also, the Gavin brothers originally had two mirrored pointy hair-swirls, resembling pharaoh head covers, and I think that's dope as hell)

Either way, you must admit that the designs for this game are more detailed, colorful, animated, and beautiful. Honestly!!! 💖 The art direction did splendidly, and I'm glad at least that aspect wasn't affected by the disagreements of the company vs. writers :)

Fun fact: The game sold well, actually. Back in the day, people were into original ideas, instead of everything getting a live-action remake nobody asked for, an animated reimagining, and an unnecessary second part. (...Can you tell I'm dissing Disney? You can.)

Now that I'm at a point where I can speak of continuations, let's see what happened: The game released as is. It had a story, sometimes a bit awkward because of the team vs. company disagreements being physically felt through the script. People bought it and the fandom was immediately split down the middle into various factions. (Again, I was young, but this point of contention is strong even today.)

People who liked the new ideas, characters, and plot, and liked Phoenix Wright being there.

People who liked the new ideas, characters, and plot, but disliked Phoenix Wright's presence. (my stance right now)

People who disliked the new things because they wanted the same old Phoenix Wright games. They wanted everything that has already concluded, to continue. (my stance 6 years ago - Since it wasn't believable that a guy like Phoenix Wright, with so many friends, would end up like this. It was so unrealistic to me, so odd, that I refused to see this game as canonical. Literal denial 🥲🥲🥲)

People who disliked the game despite being ready for new content, just because.

Next up, 7 YEARS PASS.

Yup. The disagreement, the dissatisfaction from the creators vs. company, split fan reactions, despite a fine profit, caused a change of direction, and a rift. Characters and story-lines forgotten. Literally.

The next entries after Apollo Justice don't mention the events of it -because of a company-enforced "no spoiler/connection" restrictions. Capcom created the restriction to appeal to new fans, while not spoiling previous games so they might be compelled to play them. (Again, corporate wins over… continuity, this time.) - Which means the bare minimum of character growth and history we could have seen IS NOW GONE and will never be brought into relevancy again. (unless I missed something from the 3D games, in which case let me know.)

And we get a complete overhaul, while going back to the classic AA, but this time we get a new cast to focus on and begin again and we pretend Apollo Justice doesn't exist! (Rant number 4, here we go 🥴)

My main rant so far would be about wasted potential and creative differences. Yes, they weren't strong enough to do a clean break from the past (Capcom forcing Phoenix back, not letting him "die" even though his story concluded) Yes, there's wasted potential because character growth of the protagonist is stunted by greed and confusion (Capcom demands? Fine. Phoenix must be here to appeal to all fans, for all the money. Ok. Cool. We can't be creative anymore and original ideas are shunned! 2008? Bah, nothing has changed in 2024!) and yes, the game's story suffers because of this, despite being very pleasing to look at (the sprites & animations don't hit quite the same anymore.)

I'm not even gonna go into how Apollo was forgotten and suddenly he has four backstories because he failed to establish himself solid in his introductory game without a planned sequel, and Capcom was like "Oh shit this guy exists, um, what do we do" - while also refusing to address and build upon plot points existing in the main game: Apollo had history in court. He had a character building event of incarcerating his mentor. Apollo already had family, which hasn't told him anything yet. He had Trucy. He had a courtroom rival, which he promised to rid of darkness. He gained a new mentor, a shady one, who he punched to the face! He saw the dark side of the law. He saw the "dark age of the law". He saw a better way to do things and fix the system with a jury, which was used once and forgotten about. He had a goal. He had potential... - but then he has been rebuilt and redesigned four times, given things he already had and replaced them and Capcom pulled a nonexistent best friend out of their ass out of nowhere just to give Apollo fake-depth and use (i had to look him up) CLAY TERRAN as A ONE-OFF PLOT POINT and I HATE BAD WRITING LIKE THAT, MAKING A CHARACTER that's just there for that one purpose and---🤬

I'm also not gonna go into the fact that a case-specific NPC gets more character growth than the main cast.

And I also won't rant about the 3D continuations of AA. All I'm gonna say is that, they shouldn't be under a name "Apollo Justice Trilogy" because, what the fuck happened to that guy. Who is he even? What? What game are you basing this on? Who?

The game was like a failed start to do something new... and not achieving it, stopping short of crossing the final line bravely.

This was 3 am. yapping, I hope to inspire discussion, roast my opinions I love to argue over nerdy shit 💖🥰💖

(sources: Ace Attorney Wiki, VGfacts, NezumiVA, AA_Facts on Twitter)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for "yelling" at my teenage sister for putting earrings through the ears of my childhood stuffed animal?

🤬🐘 <- cause that was me holding them when I found out lmao

So I (22 two spirit, I was 20 when this happened) have had Ellie (Ive used He/she/they for Ellie my whole life, they never had a set gender), a stuffed realtively realistic elephant, since I was at least 3 years old. He was a plush of big Al, the elephant mascot for crimson Tide of the university of Alabama. (Roll tide?) that my dad owned but eventually it was cuddled by 3 yr old me and dragged to my room and out of his man cave (which I don't know why he had a big al plush, we're from Ohio) never to return. I think she had a jersey or hat or something at some point but she doesn't now. Considering just how cuddled Ellie was, it's a miracle how good her condition is. No rips, tears, bald patches or holes beyond the plasticy coating on one of his tusks ripping off in a few places. I wasn't super violent with my toys and never drew on them or ripped them up. The most I did was put hair ties around her ears so they'd look like pigtails.

I've had Ellie a very very long time obviously and he means a lot to me. I very rarely cuddle him now because I want him to stay in that good condition. Well, when I was 19, I moved to Maryland to be with my partner and Ellie went with me obviously. 3 or 4 times a year, me and my partner make the trip to Ohio to visit my family, about 8 hrs away. I bring Ellie because she comforts me when we're there (Alot of traumatic memories are wrapped up in childhood home). Well, one time Ellie got left behind and I was devastated. It was gonna be at least 3 months till I went back and even though my mom offered to send ellie through the mail, i was not willing to take the chance that ellie could get lost forever in said mail so i waited.

Here's the part where I mention I have a younger sister who was 14 at the time. we have a good, if not distant relationship that is a much better place now. Here's where the problem occurred. I returned home after about 3 months after accidentally leaving ellie and immediately wanted to find him once I arrived. My mom told me my sister had been watching them while I was away so I went to her room. My sister then excitedly held up Ellie to me... Ellie's big ears were absolutely littered with my sister's (real) earrings. There had to of been at least 150 piercings in her ears, if not 200. I held myself together as best I could and very sternly told her I was pissed she'd do that, she knew how much Ellie meant to me and she should never treat other people's things that way.

I make a very strong point to never insult, scream or yell or not explain why I'm angry at someone. If I get so angry I can't handle my composure, I leave and gather myself then come back. I never insulted my sister or raised my voice but I definitely hammered how disrespectful and destructive this was to something that wasn't hers as I took out her earrings one by one. My childhood stuffie did not deserve to be turned into Swiss cheese and used as an earring display. If I had done anything like that to her stuffed giraffe, her stuffie, she'd have a cow. Once they were all out I took Ellie and went to my room. Luckily, they were normal sized earrings so the holes were very small and I can't see them if I don't look for them but it felt so disrespectful.

My sister apologized pretty quickly but my mom said I didn't have to yell at her (I never raised my voice but I was clearly hiding an angry one trying to explain to her) nor should I have said it 5 times in the moment (shes exaggerating). I'll admit I repeat myself twice or thrice in the moment as a way to keep myself from raising my voice or stewing in it if I feel like i haven't properly expressed my anger or I feel like the person wasn't listening. Everything is cool now and we dont really talk about it (it's not taboo or too painful to touch, it just doesn't come up) but I wonder if I over reacted considering the holes are tiny, not super visible and I don't think my sister did it to spite me or hurt Ellie, she was just young and dumb and didn't think about how it could mess up Ellie. Should I have held my tounge since shes my sister? She was only 14 but I feel like you should know earrings can cause damage to fabric when you're 14, there's no way she didn't know that wouldn't leave tiny holes in Ellie. I just think she didn't think of them as a big deal.

What are these acronyms?

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton's pet is old and very sick, so the vet said it would be best to put them down. Are they doing it? Who's staying? Who can't bear to watch his best friends go to sleep?

Undertale Sans - He just looks down at his parrot. He can tell he doesn't have the strength to keep going and doesn't want his friend to hurt much longer. Sans simply sits beside and pets him until he's completely gone. He's both sad and relieved that his parrot is not suffering anymore. He takes him back home to bury him in the garden.

Undertale Papyrus - He's completely heartbroken, and struggles to accept this is the end. Seeing him so distressed, the vet tells him to take the dog back home for the night and that he'll come the next day to do it if he wants to. Papyrus agreed to that. He tucks his dog in bed and stays with him all night, just crying and petting him, and then the vet comes and forces him to sleep. Papyrus is going to take some time to recover, but eventually, he accepts that it is for the best.

Underswap Sans - He knew it already when he went to the vet and got ready to say goodbye to his guinea pig. Blue simply pets them, not showing much. He's used to working with death in his job. Besides, that's a good opportunity to rescue another one and free a place in a shelter.

Underswap Papyrus - It hurts so much. His baby girl Chewbarka was his first service dog and even though he still has two others at home, he can't get over it. He's heartbroken and it hurt like he was the one sick. Because of his empathetic nature, it's really complicated, since he bonded with his dog and felt her basically die. He's going to need a few weeks to recover.

Underfell Sans - He knew that day would come and he feels more sad than he thought for Doomfanger. He hated that cat with all he had, but still... He feels strangely empty now that she isn't waiting for him at the door. Red is strangely silent for a few days. Death is something normal in his world so he's not that sad, but that still pains him a little.

Underfell Papyrus - He's devastated. When the doctor said Doomie had only a few days left, he had to sit. That cat was his only friend and moral support Underground, she basically watched him become Captain of the guard, and she was his only familiar sight on the Surface. He knew she was getting old, but when she got sick, he just thought a small injection would help her feel better, he never imagined the vet would say it's the end. Edge can't do this now, he's not ready. He brings her back home and stays in denial for two long days, before talking to Red, who slowly convinces him it's best to let her go, as she stopped eating and spent her days sleeping. It's the hardest choice he had to make but in the end, he accepts to let her go. Edge will stay prostrate for days after that, before slowly moving on. He won't take another cat for a long time, and even refused to volunteer at the shelter for a while, because seeing other cats hurt too much.

Horrortale Sans - He gently pets his horse. He knew it was over before the vet came to check on him. He adopted it very old so he could have a happy end of life, so he knew all along he wouldn't have him for long. He didn't expect him to live five whole years honestly, so he's at peace with the idea of letting him go. He tells the horse he was a good baby and stays with them until they're gone. Time to save another one.

Horrortale Papyrus - He loved that cow. It was the first animal they got on the farm, she was pretty much the mascot of the place. Willow feels bitter that he's losing yet another friend, but he can tell it would be selfish to keep her longer. She can't walk anymore and he's the one force feeding her every day to help her survive. He can't do that eternally, especially not with his back problems. He simply tells his cow that Undyne and Alphys are going to watch over her for now and that they meet each other someday. He lets the rest of the cows say goodbye as well. It's part of his life as a farmer anyway.

Swapfell Sans - It's just a stupid cat, he doesn't care. Except he does. A lot. Why would he be so upset if he wasn't? It wasn't even his cat, to begin with, it was just some cat roaming the street. He shouldn't care. But here he is, being the one taking it to the vet on its last trip. Nox is disgusted. He hates being the one who has to do that because the cat's owner doesn't care.

Swapfell Papyrus - Ah... He knew rats don't live long so he was already kinda ready as they reached two years old, but that still hurt. Rus often feels lonely and his rats were his only friends while he recovered from his addictions. He has a hard time grieving them, even though it was expected. He still has a bunch, but they're old as well, and he's a little scared he's going to revive this a few times in a short period. He switches to animals that live longer after that.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Goodbye Gloupy the Goldfish. It was with him for so long that he kinda forgot that thing could die. He was surprised when he found it swimming backward one morning. That's a part of his routine broken now, he can't feed Gloupy anymore. He's a bit bitter but gets over it pretty quickly. Wine is not an animal guy, to begin with.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He refuses to let go of his dog long after they're gone. Coffee is extremely emotionally attached to his pets and he's not accepting to lose them. He's going to be down for a while, and can even have depression episodes from this. That's also a reason why Wine is very reluctant for him to have pets. Coffee struggles a lot to let go. He's heartbroken and usually goes completely mute for a few weeks, not wanting to leave his room and barely eating. He'll be better eventually, but it's going to take time.

[shhh-secret-time]

Another request from A03! I am so very sorry this one took so long I actually had to start this one over a few times because I actually lost a big chunk of it when I first started writing it! Nothing takes the wind out of my sails faster.

Warning: NSFW, Dom!Stan, Sub!Reader, Dirty Talk, Enemies to Lovers, Writer doesn't know shit about college or sports ball, Slight Voyeurism, Strong Language, Stan might be a little OOC

Pairing: Stan x Fem!Reader

Notes: Hey uh welcome to this week's episode of, "Writer don't know how to write conflict to save her life!" I'm very bad at coming up with a reason to fight people, it's not in my nature so I'm sorry if it seems forced!

You hated Stan Marsh

You hated him and most of the football players at your university. Them and their spotlight hogging, annoying, disgusting, sweaty, irritating habits! You and your girls bust your ass off at every practice, sports game, and pep rally South Park University places on your teams’ shoulders, and what do you get for it?

To hear things like, "Oooooh did you see how Cartman played center?" or "Clyde is so hot when he takes his helmet off and has that messy hair!" even, "Kyle plays football AND basketball with perfect grades? Why is he soooo perfect!"

But the one that got under your skin the most was Stanely fucking Marsh, the star quarterback. The man walks around the school with his little crowd of admirers everywhere he went, and for what? Just because he throws a stupid ball around and can run quick? Fuck him.

Your girls put in twice the work they do; you've been to every one of their games. You had to. Your group had to coordinate with the football players, the basketball players, the volleyball team, the hockey team, hell you even had to coordinate with the wrestling team. It was exhausting trying to keep up with it all.

And what did your cheer squad get? Perverted remarks and dismissive attitudes! The final straw was when the Cows mascot got more respect than your group did. You brought your complaints up to the school's councilor, to the headmaster, to anyone who would listen.

Word travels fast around the small town of South Park, people dating and breaking up. Who cheated on who, who's throwing the best parties, who threw up in who's car. Shit like that. Not much changes from high school to college, just a lot less sneaking around and more energy drinks and pain meds. So of course, when your complaints got to the one and only Stan Marsh, he confronted you about it.

"Hey! Hey wait up!" His voice rings out past the busy sounds of other students trying to get to their classes. "You're the captain of the cheer squad, right?" He all but corners you while you're walking with your friends, he doesn't have his little squad of goons following him around.

"Are you serious?" How could he not know who you are?! You've only been to every one of his stupid games! Only been sitting on the sidelines of every practice! "Yes! I am! What do you want?!"

Stan flinched back at the venom in your voice but that didn't stop him from shooting you a look. "Uh...did I do something wrong? I heard from one of the guys that you're not exactly...happy and I was just trying to figure out what we did."

"What you did. What did he do girls? Can anyone answer Mr. Marsh's question~?" The tone in your voice did not match the smile on your face. It sounded chipper but anyone listening could tell it was fake.

Your little group always had your back, most of them felt the same way you did. If anything, it just amplified that anger, knowing your girls were feeling underappreciated. It was your job as the captain to protect your girls, but every time you brought it up to them, they seemed to shy away from saying anything.

"Well, geez Stan, you gotta admit your team's been kinda hoggin' the spotlight. You know what I'm tryin' ta say don't ya?" It wasn't just your girls you had to protect; it was your sweet little angel Butters too. Although you guys called him by his first name when cheering with him, he was Leo to you. And right now, Leo was trying to bridge the gap between you and your rival.

"Veeery good Leo! That's right, Stan and his team don't seem to give a shit how hard we work to cheer his team on! The whole school would rather worship the ground their star quarterback walks on!"

"The school doesn't worship the ground I walk on! You can't pin this on me!" Stan shot back trying to defend himself, it was hard not to feel attacked even though you were the only one glaring at him.

A part of you knew that he was right, it really wasn't his fault that small towns in America went crazy for football.

"W-we're not pinnin' anything on ya! Just sayin' maybe, it wouldn't hurt to tell the guys to show us a little bit more respect! You know Eric's been pickin' on me ever since I joined the girls, sayin' some awfully mean things."

"Leo is right! You may not have a hand in the way people think but that's just the problem, you don't do anything to stop it! If you were really the captain of your little team you'd step up!" You took a step towards him, your face getting inches away from his face.

Ignoring the fact that you had to look up at him, you wouldn't let him leave without getting your point across. His eyes narrowed down at you, matching the energy you were giving out to him. Butters looked between the both of you with a nervous look, he could practically see the electricity bouncing between your eyes. The poor blond didn't mean to start a fight, he was just trying to help.

"If you had a problem with my team, you should have come to me then. Why did I have to find out from other people?" Stan's voice dipped to a low growl which almost made you give one in return.

"I shouldn't have had to go to anyone in the first place Marsh! Get your team under control or else!" You felt your face turn red; it was getting harder to argue with him when those ocean blue eyes were burning into yours.

That was new. Just going to lock that in your vault of things to not think about again.

Thankfully Butters finally stepped in, physically putting his body between the both of you. "C-come on now guys let’s all just calm down. We both said our peace and now we can work it out, right? Next time we practice we can be on the same page!"

"Sure Butters." Stan clicked his tongue as he looked at his friend, but that didn't stop him from getting one last jab in. "You better hope you don't slip up princess, because if you do. I'll be there and I'll be quick to remind you of your shortcomings." And with that he turned on his heel and started walking down the hallways.

"Princess?! Excuse me?!"

"Oh geez..."

Stan slammed his locker with a little more force than he should have, the rusty door screamed out and bounced back open. With an annoyed groan he pushed back on the metal with a little less force, but the damage was already done, the door was now on its last leg and would most likely not shut right. Just more fuel to the fire.

"Whoa dude what did that poor locker do to you? Don't you think it's been through enough." Kenny looked over from his locker with a little smirk.

One of the few times Kenny was without his parka, a towel wrapped around his waist and his bright blond hair clung to his skin. Stan could smell the smell of fresh soap and hints of pine in the air. He sighed in response to Kenny's teasing, clearly not in the mood for his friend's antics.

"Not now man, I don't have the energy." Stan grabbed his jacket and pulled it up onto his torso.

"Ah that's not good, wanna tell your old pal Kenny? I won't even charge ya, come on what's going on."

Stan pressed his lips together and he tried to focus on zipping up the worn-out brown coat he always wore, the zipper struggled to hold together. He cursed under his breath a few times before the thing finally zipped all the way up. For a moment Stan thought about not saying anything, but Kenny was never the type to judge or the type to let things go if he knew something was bothering his friends.

"You know the captain of the cheerleaders?"

"The really hot one?"

"Kenny!" Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, something he picked up from his mother when they were both aggravated, "That's not the point."

"Says you. She's a baddy for real. Take no shit kinda woman~! The feisty ones are the ones that bite the hardest. You got your work cut out for you if you're trying to shoot your shot. I heard she turned down everyone else on the team!"

"Dude! I'm not gonna ask her out!"

"You're not? Then why'd you bring her up? Is this about the fight you guys had in the hall?"

Stan stopped and looked up at him in shock. "You heard about that already?"

"Oh yeah, you guys's are the talk of the school. Everyone thinks you guys had a little lovers spat. I had to hear the whole story from Leo!" Kenny chuckled as he grabbed started getting changed, pulling the patchy orange pants up his legs.

"Even you're calling him Leo now..." Stan muttered but quickly shook his head, "but that's not what I was going to say! I was going to...talk about that but if you already know."

"Yeah, I don't really know what that's all about but Leo kinda spelled it out for me. She's not mad at you per say just mad at the position you're in. A jealousy thing maybe but honestly, I think she's just tired of taking the back seat so to speak."

"What am I supposed to do about that? It's not my fault!" Stan threw his hands up the irritation on face made Kenny laugh again.

"I didn't say it was dude. I'm just telling you what I think, but man, she really got under your skin." Kenny smirks over at him with a playful purr.

"No, she didn't! I don't even care."

"Yep, that totally looks like the face that doesn't care~" Kenny pulled his zipper up and adjusted the collar as he spoke. "Look, let’s pretend for a second you do care. If I were you, I'd just talk to her. Ask her what you can do to make things right, because I'll be honest man, she's the last person you wanna make an enemy of. She'll make your life hell." Kenny finished making his point by wrapping his arm around Stan's neck and pulling him in for a side hug. "Besides, it's not like you have to work close with her, just work around her."

"Yeah..."

But of course, it could never be that simple, could it? Every time Stan tried to catch you to talk to you something got in his way. Monday you were busy with your classes zipping around the hall, Stan could barely get a word in. Tuesday you had to help Butters with his outfit so of course you didn't have time for him. Wednesday was the big pep rally for Friday's game, so that meant Thursday was for practice.

Thursday was hell. Stan was supposed to be focused on getting his team ready for the game. They were practicing dodging other players and passing the ball across the field. Stan was supposed to be working on his throw, he needed the ball to go further than normal. Kyle was getting faster at running and if Stan fell behind their whole strategy would be thrown out the window.

But of course, you couldn't make it easy. It was getting harder and harder to focus on what he needed to do when you were being tossed in the air. The way your dark green and gold skirt caught the sunlight, and the way the puffy looking poms in your hands shook back and forth. Stan knew he was in trouble when he stopped paying attention for a moment when you laughed at something Annie said. Next thing he knew he felt the football knock him on the side of the head. And of course, that's when you looked over, he felt his face heat up when you giggled and covered your mouth.

He hated you. Hated your pretty smile, the way you laughed made his blood boil and his body turn hot. Your stupid lips curled into a gorgeous smile and the way your thighs looked good enough to sink his teeth into, what he'd give to walk over and kiss that smug look off your-

Stan let out a growl that came from deep in his chest as he threw the ball down the field hitting Kyle in the chest. The poor red head just took it, letting out a grunt as it managed to get past the gear meant to keep him safe. He wouldn't let his mind wonder there, not for you. Not when you're the one who attacked him and then started avoiding him every chance you got.

"Marsh!" He winced when he heard Coach Miles below his name, he didn't need to see his face to know he was in trouble.

With a sigh he took his helmet off and ran his fingers through his messy black hair, the helmet causing his hair to stick up. As he walked over, he could feel your eyes on him, and all he could do was scowl. Trying not to think about how you must be eating this up.

Stan's scowl dropped when he heard the coach call your last name and gesture for you to come over. Your eyes widened at the way the coach called for you, you'd never heard him so angry at you before. You gave your poms to Wendy as you ran over, walking behind him as he gestured for you and Stan to follow him.

Coach Miles took you both back inside through the gym, once the three of you were alone, he crossed his arms and glared down at you both. "So, the big game is tomorrow and some of the students have come to be with worries about the way you two were at each other’s throats." He paused for only a moment, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let me make something very clear, we are not in high school anymore. So whatever problem you two have with each other, fix it. You’re adults, act like them."

"I've tried! She doesn't want to work this out!" Stan's mouth moved before he thought about the consequences, but he was just so tired of this whole thing. Even if he agreed with his Coach, this whole situation had him at the end of his rope.

"What?! No, you didn't! You just bitched to Kenny-"

"I didn't bitch! I was asking for advice!" Stan stopped and glared over at you again, it seems like that's the only look he gave you nowadays. "I tried to talk to you in the halls and you blew me off!" How did you even know about he talked to Kenny anyway?!

Fucking Butters.

"I told you what my problem was with you Marsh!"

"No, you didn't! All you did was-"

"Enough!" The Coach's voice boomed over your little squabble and echoed off the gymnasium walls. "I was hoping you two would be mature enough that I didn't have to do this, but I guess I was wrong."

You and Stan watched as Coach Miles stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out a folded-up piece of paper. Unfolding it, he handed it to you and huffed. It was a warning slip, something he never gave out to you or Stan. "So, unless you both figure this out, you're both benched. Off the field and you can watch the rest of the students play without you."

"What?!" Your voices came out in unison, shocked at the very thought of not getting to be a part of tomorrows big game.

"I mean it! Figure yourselves out or you're out! I can have McCormick take your spot Marsh and Testaburger has plenty of experience leading!"

"But Coach-"

"No! I shouldn't have had to do this in the first place! I'm not your dad, I'm not your counselor, I'm a Coach! You both are lucky I'm even giving you a second chance! You have until tomorrow." Every word that came out of Coach Miles's mouth pierced like a sword.

You flinched and pulled back just as Stan did each time, he emphasized his frustration. It was a verbal lashing unlike one you've ever gotten, and you were grateful when he turned and left. You weren't sure if you could take much more.

An uncomfortable silence fell over you and Stan as you both just stood there. The slight buzzing sound of the fans overhead and Stan's deep breaths were all you could hear. Each time he inhaled through his nose he would exhale through his mouth, but it didn't look like it was actually doing anything to calm him.

You've heard when Stan got yelled at by Coach Miles, and not once did he look this angry. Your eyes trailed down his jawline watching as he started grinding his teeth together, the look on his face said it all. He was holding something back, he looked like a lit fuse ready to blow. You didn't know if that anger was at you, the Coach, the situation, or all the above. But a part of you really wanted to find out, and Miles did tell you to work it out.

"So... you wanted to talk. I'm here."

Stan's head snapped over towards you, the look on his face was a mix of anger and bewilderment. Shocked that you would break the silence like that. He felt his stomach churn, a feeling he hasn't felt since he was a kid.

It always felt like he was on a roller-coaster going too fast, that fluttering feeling one would feel when the ride would hit that high and then dropped to that low. Only this time it felt like the pit of his stomach was also on fire, his stomach was a cauldron ready to boil over. As he opened his mouth to speak nothing came out, he just let his mouth hang open for a second and then he shut it again. He was holding back still.

You rolled your eyes and jut your hip out, arms crossing under your chest. "Just say it. I know you want to yell, so yell. I'm a big girl I can take whatever you could possibly throw at me."

When Stan didn't respond but instead walked towards you, your arms dropped, and you took a step back. So caught up in the dark blues of his eye you barely registered when your back hit the wall, it wasn't until you realized he had you backed into a corner that you grasped the situation you were in. He slammed his arm over your head making your heart leap in your chest, and your hands come up in defensively.

You weren't scared that he was going to hurt you, you never got that from Stan, he never seemed like that type. But the way he looked down at you made your heart speed up and a shiver run down your spine. Never had you felt like a rabbit trapped in a pen with a wolf. Something about that excited you.

"What are you doing-"

"Shut.up." Stan's voice dips an octave as he whispers out the command.

The gravel in his voice is cut by the way he slams his lips down onto yours. You have just enough time to push back into the kiss when he pulls away and continues. "You...have made my life.... fucking hell...this entire week!" His complaints almost falls on deaf ears from the way he's kissing you in between them. "I don't know why I get so.... worked up with you!" He emphasizes the last part by grabbing your jaw and forcing your face up towards him.

It's only been a week and you've already got him wrapped around your finger, so tightly wound up that he was beginning to snap. And maybe you were wrapped around his, the smirk on your face was short lived when he bit your bottom lip. A small gasp escaping your lips giving him enough of an opening to slip his tongue in your mouth. You moan against his lips and grip the front of his jersey by the collar. If he wanted to get handsy you could get handsy. You pulled him down into the kiss somehow deepening it further.

Your tongues push back and forth against each other, neither giving way to the other. His tongue was relentless but so was yours. It wasn't until you felt a bit of drool dripping down the side of your mouth did it click. You were making out with, what you thought, was the biggest asshole on campus. Yet you couldn't pull away, couldn't pull away from his hold on you.

On the other side of things, Stan's mind was going blank. With every twist of your tongue and lips he felt himself getting addicted. Hungry lips moving from yours to devour the soft flesh of your neck. He bites down with enough force to pull a cry from you and to leave a mark. Right where your shoulder meets your neck, teeth marks bright and red poked out of your cheerleading uniform.

"You fucking ass! That's going to leave a mark!" You hiss at him, but it just turns to another moan as he sucks on the patch of skin near your collarbone.

"Good!" He growls back coming off your skin with a pop. "I have tried all week to work with you! All fucking week to work with your bitchy attitude!"

"My attitude?! Fuck you! I was trying-"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He cuts you off with a smirk, one that would give the devil a run for his money.

"What?!" You white knuckle his jersey with both hands now.

"You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid." His hands reach down to the back of your thighs, cupping them as he lifts you up and slams you back into the wall. Not enough to hurt but enough to remind you of the predicament you're in.

"Says the man who had his tongue down my throat!" Predicament be damned. He would not win this fight just because he slots himself between your legs and pushes his arousal against your thigh.

Those football pants left nothing for the imagination, the thought of leaving him with that hard on in those pants crossed your mind for a moment. But when he rolled his hips against your clothed sex you had to focus on biting back the moan instead.

"It shut you up, didn't it? You didn't seem to want me to stop when you were moaning against me."

You glared down at him and ran your fingers through his hair, giving the roots a firm tug; you smirked when he moaned. His face turned red making him lunge forward and bite your neck again. Your nails dug into his scalp which only seemed to encourage him to leave marks.

"Just shut the fuck up and...and fuck me already!" You tried to keep the moan out of your voice, but when he found that soft spot on your neck it just turned into a whimper.

That smug bastard lips turned up into a smirk, he pulls back just long enough to take a look around the gym. All he could hear was you panting heavily trying to catch your breath and the same dull fan buzzing. He looked down at you for a moment and for a second you thought he'd pull away. That he'd come to his senses and realize that maybe this wasn't exactly what the Coach meant.

But he didn't. Instead, he pulls your face back up for another kiss, this one was a lot less angry. There was still that heat behind each press of his lips, but it was more controlled, not like when he was trying to get you to stop talking. He presses his forehead against yours for a moment, the sweat from practice earlier dripping down his neck, it would almost be sweet if the situation leading up to it didn't happen.

"We have to be quick."

"Here?! Are you out of your mind, what if we get caught!?"

"Would you just let me-" You feel him move you to his forearm, where he pins you between the wall and his body. "You've got me so worked up! I don't know why I find your endless complaining and bitching so hot!" The confession spilled out of his mouth once again without a second thought as his hands move up your skirt.

His hands grope and squeeze at your thighs and then your ass pulling another sweet moan from your lips. "Don't act like you're free from it! You like to think you're sooooo much better than me but you're just like me!"

"I know!" He grunts as he pushes your underwear to the side making you shiver when the cold air hits your cunt.

Stan watches as your eyes flutter shut when he slams his fingers into your wet hole, his fingers coated with your sweet juices. He licks his lips when your mouth hangs open and a shaky gasp is pulled from you. "Look at you already so fucking wet for me. I thought you hated me huh?"

"Sh... shit. I-I do hate you!" Your weak attempt to bite back fall short when he curls his finger in you, slamming his fingers in and out of you.

His lips ghost over yours as he buries himself to the knuckle in your pretty cunt. He watches as you suck his fingers in further and further. The sounds you're making makes his cock throb in his pants, straining against the white material. "Yeah? Doesn't feel like you hate me. You were ordering me to fuck you earlier."

"I-I... oh fuck! Harder!"

Stan smirks down at you and there's no comment this time. How can he when you look so damn sweet, nails digging into his shoulders clinging to him for dear life. He stops his fingers and glares down at you. "Say please."

"B-bite me."

He does. He leans down and bites down on the tip of your ear, his husky voice laced with danger. "I'm not moving my fingers from your cunt until I get a please."

"G-God damn it Stan j-just.... ugh please! Please go harder!"

For a moment he looks up like he's thinking about it, pondering whether he should or not. You could have smacked that smug look off his face but when his fingers drill deeper into you all you can do is throw your head back. As if it wasn't enough, he finds that perfect spot, making you clench around his digits.

"Fuck you look so good when you're like this. You gonna cum around my fingers princess? Go ahead, let me feel you clench around them." He talks you through your orgasm with a steady tone, making you lull your head to the side as you reach your climax.

His fingers stay buried in you for a bit before he pulls them out, you almost whimper at the loss of them. But it was cut short when he wrapped his lips around his fingers. Sucking the slick off his digit while keeping eye contact with you. The telltale sign of a blush crept up your neck and across your face when he removed his index finger from his mouth.

"You're so gross..."

"Whatever." He clicked his tongue at your comment, even after he pulled an orgasm out of you; you still had something to say. His hands move across your ass again giving the flesh a firm squeeze. You slapped his shoulder when he chuckled at your little squeak. "Hmm~ I liked you begging. Let’s see if I can't get more of that out of you."

He moves his hands down to his pants and slips them down to his thighs. He fumbles for a moment with his boxers before he just decides to give up and pull his cock through the flap. He did say this needed to be quick and he already wasted time fingering you against the gym wall. Not that he regretted it, he had half a mind to do it again, but if the precum leaking out of the slit of his cock was anything to go by he need release soon.

Stan glides his cock against your folds a few times, coating his cock in your arousal, his breath hitches when you roll your hips back. When his eyes meet yours again his knees almost buckle under the weight of your lustful gaze. The way your eyelids lower and your mouth falls open again with each drag of his cock. He takes the base of his member and slaps it against your cunt a few times. "Come on princess, tell me you want this. Tell me you don't really hate me."

"I...." You trail off, letting your stubborn attitude take over but Stan isn't making it easy. Each passing second you don't answer him he nudges the tip of his cock in your entrance, not quite pushing in to give you that pleasure. "I hate that I like it that you call me that! I hate the way my heart speeds up when you kiss me! I hate that I like you!" Your words roll off your tongue like a confession, the way you throw your head back the frustration growing in your tone.

Stan growls again, that sound being pulled out of him more times today than his entire life, but he can't resist you. It's like he's a puppet and you're holding all the strings. His hands come up to your hips and guide you down the length of his cock just as your legs wrap around his waist. The muscles in your legs keep him in place making his cock throb again, you feel it bob against your walls.

"You have...no fucking idea...how much I've wanted this! Every time you got thrown in the air-" He lets out a shaky moan as he pulls you off his cock and slides you right back down. "Every... every time you giggled and flashed that perfect smile." Stan nuzzled into the crook of your neck while his hips begin to find the perfect rhythm. "Everything about you is perfect and I fucking hate it!"

Stan's little burst of irritation comes out from the way he begins picking up speed. You cling onto him as he continues piercing up into you, your arms wrapping around his neck to try as your back slides up and down against the wall. "Oh god Stan!"

"Listen to yourself. Calling my name like that, you drive me crazy! I'm not going to be able to stop. You gonna let me cum in you? I don't wanna stain that pretty uniform of yours." The way he's moaning out your name in between breaths makes your stomach do flips.

You can't find the strength to answer so you settle for nodding and moaning his name. He doesn't say anything else besides the occasional cursing and small grunts, so focused on bullying your insides. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten until the knot starts to snap. Your walls grip his cock as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, your voice has gone hoarse from moaning and screaming his name. He feels his cock twitch when he sees you climax around him, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. The way your mouth hangs open, lips slightly swollen from how hard you kissed him. The way your hair was out of place and the way your uniform was messed up from how hard he was thrusting into you.

"Fuck...I'm...I'm cumming." He groaned as he emptied himself inside you. Thick hot arousal shooting up and painting your insides, it made you whimper and squirm.

There was another moment of silence that fell over you two, it wasn't the heavy awkward one the Coach had left you in. It was almost comfortable by the way Stan was pressing soft kisses into your neck, his lips moving up to your jawline and to the corner of your mouth. You ran your fingers through his hair again trying to smooth it out instead of tugging.

"So....this certainly was one way to work out our problems..."

Stan hummed in response as he slowly pulled you off him, you couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of loss again. As he pulls his pants and boxers up, he takes out the small towel he has tucked away in the pockets of his pants, and gently begins to clean your thighs. The action makes you smile a little, how one minute he could go from destroying you against a wall to treating you like some doll. When he sets you down his hands linger on your hips a little longer like he's trying to make sure you're alright enough to stand.

"Yeah...hey, I'm sorry. I'm not...good at confrontation and I shouldn't have got defense with you." His apology almost makes your heart break but at the same time it feels so warm.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken my jealousy out on you. You didn't deserve that, it's not your fault." You fiddle with the material of his jersey, rolling it between your fingertips.

"Jealous? Why would you be jealous?" Stan asks completely dumbfounded by the idea.

"Because everyone always talks about you and your team! It's always how great you are, and everyone seems to like you!"

"Really? Because I always hear about how amazing you guys are. Every game the guys always feel better knowing that even if we lose you guys were cheering for us. I can't tell you how happy Butter's has been since you let him join the squad." He chuckles and goes to move a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"Awh...that's so sweet." You look up at him with a little giggle and a smile, which he returns. "Now I feel all bad."

"Nah don't feel bad...I'm just glad we got this straightened out. I know it's a little backwards but...do you think I could take you out after the game tomorrow? Win or lose I just...kinda wanna spend more time with you." He gives you a sheepish smile and a small blush creeps across his face.

"Only if you don't mind me bitching." You joke back with a little hum, pushing yourself up against him.

"It'll go great with mine." He smirks back down at you and places a kiss on your lips.

Word travels fast around campus. When you both walked out of the gym smiling at each other neither teams could believe it. Even more so when next week you were walking around with Stan's jacket over your shoulders and your pinky wrapped around his. The star quarterback's last name written in big blocky letters on your back and your lipstick staining his cheek. Definitely not a normal way to start a relationship, but that was you and Stan's little secret.

[drowninnoodles]

Just gonna watch Pearl through and leave commentary in one ask lol. So you don't have 1000 asks lol.

She a southern gal'??

yes girl stab it ig? Is this foreshadowing?

Alligator??? Fun fact that was my highschool's mascot. (In my freshman year at least, was only there for 9th grade)

This takes place during the Spanish influenza???

Thought the dad was dead for a second LMAO?! Bout' to say why they just got a corpse sitting there.

If I had a penny everytime some girl in overalls went looking for something in corn fields I definitely wouldn't have to worry abt gas money.

Bro what is this girl doing with the scarecrow-

Its giving that one time the Joker just danced in the washroom in "The Joker".

Bro why you kissing it like that?!?!

BRO THE "I'M MARRIED!!" girl? You just danced with and kissed an inanimate object???

BRO SHE'S STILL GOING WHAT THE FUCK?!

ew.... Sorry had to skip lmao I just couldn't.

Girl can you stop bathing in front of your father-

Girl what. I don't see how you think I have her vibes tbh. But I'll watch the rest and see.

Bro idk her name but this blood chick that just showed up with the blong curls yk, her eyes are so blueeeeeeee my god.

She likes kissing cows too apparently.

Yo how old even is she??

Bro this is kinda hard to watch....

Okay so dad gon' die?

Welp nvm.

Welp that's a traumatized mother.

Oh shit that's a real traumatized mother, pop off?

Well shit she really just said her daughter was a mistake and a failure.

Whoop- ooooo girllllllll they gon' die??

Lol.

Welp she just dragging the body, kk.

Bro the dad looks terrified.

Did she really just kill her mother, leave her father, and then go cheat on her husband lmao?

IS THAT HER HUSBAND?! Bro the timing in impeccable.

Bro a little late for "sorry" girl. Like cmon.

Aw sucks there's maggots on the meat.

Bro. Cheating again dude? I have a feeling ima need to skip in a minute. -_-

Okay we good nvm he left lmao.

Pearl jumpscare lmao.

Bro he is so unimpressed.

Nah we aint the same, girl can't even keep up with her lies lmao. "Did I do smth wrong?" yeah bitch you fucked up. Couldn't even remember the lie you said a second ago. I'd do better. I've done better lmao.

Why you screaming girl- you have a husband lmao. "Your scaring me Pearl" is crazy.

Oh? Murder?? God damn girl?? Okay?

Damn she crazy?? Oh????????????

Chat im in love?

BRO HOW IS THE MOM NOT DEAD?!

Oop nvm she prolly is now-

"Let's clean you up" she says to her dad as she's covered in blood.

The red dress reminds me of Lydia I love it.

Is she gon' kill the dad?

Yep, knew it lmao.

I know that alligator eating good.

BAHAHAHAHAHAH THE "thank you, but its gonna be a no" after she did all that.

"Pardon?" LMAO.

Girl suck it up. Or just murder em' yk.

STOP WAIT THIS IS WHERE THAT AUDIO CAME FROM?!?! "I'm a star!! Please I'm a star!!" BAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Girl stop screaming it ain't that deep.

If your gonna cry do it silently.

Oh Lord not the snot I can't even.

Kk so is the blond chick gonna die next??

"I don't feel well" she says after killing her family and the man she cheated on her husband with.

God damn- girl.

Again, how old is she lmao??????

Lmao she was relieved when her baby died? Kk girlie.

Gotta give props to the actress, bravo.

Bro "I liked how killing felt" is so real omfg.

Bro the blond chicks reaction is priceless. She's like "oh shit nah I gotta get out of here".

Welp, she gonna die.

Bro the "don't lie to me" part reminded me so fucking much of what I was like a few years ago.

Just realized but why her eyebrows so hard to see lol.

Knew it, she gonna die.

Yes girl get it?????

Oh cmonnnnnn, they didn't even show her dying.

LMAO?!

Okay girl chop the body up ig?

Welp were having maggot dinner with corpses apparently.

Yo is her husband finally back???

Imagine coming home from war to find this shit lmao.

Bro her awkward smiling is hilarious.

Oh shit she crying now.

Bro is she constipated.

GIRL BREATHEEEEEEEEE

why she kindaooks like a horse-

Finished movie

Shit man, how have I never watched this before lmao. Gonna be honest all the sex stuff at the beginning threw me off a bit... But I mean the murder shit hell yeh 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

What vibes you said I have like her tho lmao.

chat idk just whole insanity stuff kinda reminded me bout you. may be wrong ofc

perfect commentary tho, laughed hard

also there is second movie where she is old but there is many sex scenes so you probably wouldnt want to watch it. its kinda plot related though so i didnt skip cause shit was happening lol. its called X if u ever want to check. imo great movie but hard to watch kinda because yk.

anyway glad u enjoyed uwu

[blorbowhereartthoublorbo]

PART 1 of the relationship chart!

original base was made by @michellemouse!

i know i haven’t made an introduction post for kit yet, and that’s because idk how i wanna go about it still 😭 i’d probably draw a reference sheet for her, but i don’t have the energy for that today, so this will still work in establishing kit’s character!

anyways, let’s start with the mascot himself…

Mickey Mouse

mickey is hesitant to interact with kit directly. he knows that she’s mortimer’s friend and that they’re close, and that already isn’t a good sign for mickey. but, y’know, lots of toons from different disney movies have attended the HoM, so it’s not like he’s unused to it being hectic at times…

kit, after scoping out that there’s a vending machine filled with energy drinks at the HoM (and how barely anyone buys them), starts stealing there for her energy drink-based needs. XD so she’s does this frequently, and eventually mickey and donald have to know about it.

mickey brings up how no one was buying them anyway, and that they’re gonna expire soon, so he wouldn’t want something edible to go to waste and essentially allows kit to steal them (as a way of getting rid of near-expired goods 😭).

kit doesn’t have a clue about this. she thinks she’s realllllly living up to her moniker of “kit the bandit” XD

but the reason she hates mickey isn’t because he’s “the man” of the establishment, who could always, potentially, put his foot down on her thievery. kit hates mickey because of the jabs he throws at mortimer sometimes.

the way she sees it, mortimer already doesn’t win in the shorts they play at the HoM, so it’s REALLY unnecessary to then insult mortimer inside of the HoM.

also mortimer is her favorite guy and she will defend him with her life i MEAN, WHAAAAAT? “:D

Minnie Mouse

minnie is the one who usually catches kit starting shit in the HoM and reprimands her. but what REALLY pushes minnie to hate kit is that kit steals from there. idk, i feel like minnie has strong morals, so even tho it’s not hurting anyone and they GOTTA get rid of the supply, minnie looks down on kit stealing from the vending machines.

kit realizes this and sees minnie as a buzzkill. as with anyone who dares try to enforce the law onto her, kit then mentally puts them on The List. “the list of what?” you may ask? well, let’s just say… it’s best if you don’t know :D

Donald Duck

donald is NOT okay with the “letting kit steal energy drinks from the HoM” thing. because of this, he holds a grudge against her, since they still can’t prove that she’s the one stealing them. he keeps their interactions (which happen way too often for his liking) short and curt.

kit, on the other hand, genuinely likes donald and sees him as a friend :] she likes his “no bullshit” attitude (even if that attitude makes donald hold a grudge against her 😅) and sees him as more real than mickey or minnie.

Goofy

goofy likes kit. i don’t think he knows that she steals from there, but even if he did catch wind of it, the most extreme reaction he would have is a surprised “gawrsh 😮”

she treats him with respect, and so he treats her with respect as well ☺️ she’s even so kind as to help him clean up the food when he accidentally spills an order (…even if the way she cleans it up is by eating it off of the ground 💀💀💀).

kit sees goofy, she sees this single father who’s working hard to make a living. she knows what it’s like for everyone else around her to just see her as a hinderance and a screwup, so she feels a solidarity with goofy in that light.

besides, who could dislike goofy?

Clarabelle Cow

clarabelle is the bitch(affectionate) of the HoM. although she’s a bit behind on the gossip, kit appreciates the sentiment.

i think it would be funny and incharacter if clarabelle, despite being the local gossip, does NOT know about kit being a petty criminal XD so she just thinks kit is fun and zany 🤪 and spends time with her outside of the club.

kit loves clarabelle’s energy and hangs out with her, even if sometimes clarabelle drags her to do something girly, like getting their nails done. 💅 BUT kit can tolerate it for the de-lect-able gossip that clarabelle has 👀

also kit can spread rumors about the people she despises and then clarabelle can pass those rumors along—

Daisy Duck

daisy thinks that kit is refreshing. she probably thinks it’s odd that she’s friends with mortimer and has. suspicions 👀 about that. but besides that, she seems fine enough. even when kit causes a commotion in the HoM, daisy doesn’t gaf since she mainly works the front desk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but daisy for sure got pissed when kit stole her necklace that one time (daisy caught her, so she gave it back 😅).

i think kit would try to slick talk her way into the club when she’s not accompanying mortimer, so that’s when most of her interactions with daisy take place. maybe at first kit would put on disguises such as the “technician” coming in to fix something, fake mustache and all, because she NEEDS to get her energy drinks get into the club 😭🙏🙏

but eventually kit just comes in as herself, and daisy lets her in because she doesn’t gaf if kit comes in, it’s fine by her! 😌✨✨

[cellard0ors]

It’s the 80’s. It’s a summer camp out in the boonies.

If there’s still wild boar running around in the canon time period of the game, what kind of critters and creepy crawlies might be just waiting to frighten or disgust the hapless couple?

No, in fact, that’s not a snake in Travis’ sleeping blanket. 😆

As a general rule, Travis doesn't have a problem with animals.

Give him a dog or a cat and he's more than happy to pet them and give them attention. Unfortunately his parents aren't fans of the simple pet type. No, his mother grew up on a farm and his father worked on one, so...

Farm animals.

Every year, every summer, farm animals were paraded around for the campers by one of the locals. And Travis - as a counselor - was supposed to help out. 'Supposed to' being the operative words, as the vast majority of them made him deeply uncomfortable.

The cows were big, the chickens mean, and the sheep...

The less said about the sheep the better.

Especially since one of them was always chosen as a camp 'mascot' - something Travis has never understood, much less liked. And this year is no different.

Brodie Mitchell from Miller Farms brings in this year's lot and like every year, the children eat it up. They 'ohh' and 'aww' as a parade of animals are brought to them to pet and learn about.

Bruce is a real winner here, as he makes sure to drop the word 'cock' into every conversation when asking about the rooster. The older kids snicker and the younger ones are lost as to why, and eventually David gets him to tone it down.

Nancy shows off some piglets and Angela seems at home with the cows which leaves Travis exactly where he doesn't want to be.

With the sheep.

Why can't they - just once - have horses? Travis could get behind showing off a horse. There was a brief period in time when he'd wanted to be a cowboy.

He was six and he'd watched a lot of westerns with his Ma and it was one of the few times they'd gotten along. Until he'd been fooling around with his toy rifle and accidentally broken a vase.

After that and his mother's subsequent... punishment for the destroyed item, he'd lost his love for the idea. But not for horses. He found them to be majestic beasts.

But none of the local farms felt comfortable bringing one, so he's out of luck and looking leerily at this year's collection of sheep. He has some note cards with facts and when Brodie comes over with the kids he'll help out, but Travis is still not at all thrilled at the prospect.

His heart, however, thrills as Laura suddenly appears to one side of him, "Hey."

It's a friendly greeting and he returns it, doing his best not to think back on how - just two days ago - they kissed. They kissed a lot. And now things between them are uncertain, but exciting and he has to do his best to act cool even though he feels like butterflies are clogging his throat, "Didn't think you'd be here."

"I'm here on a 'just in case' priority."

Travis simply nods, because he gets it. At the end of the day, animals are just that and one wrong move could result in an accidental injury. Hopefully nothing will happen. Although...

He takes a nervous peek at the sheep behind him, three of them in the makeshift pen, and Laura catches the action, her voice warm with amusement, "Um, you okay?"

He turns back to her and she gestures to the sheep, "You look like you think they're going to shank you."

He snorts, "They might."

"You don't like sheep?"

"Not particularly."

"Why not?"

He looks at them and then at her again before edging closer to mutter, "It's their eyes."

She's fighting off a smile, but he wants it to blossom, so he continues in a sotto tone, "They're shifty."

Laura loses the battle, grinning widely and Travis eats it up, "Seriously though - their eyes are kinda creepy to me."

"Well, they're rectangular." She explains, "Their pupils, that is. And you shouldn't worry too much because they have no upper teeth so, think you'll be safe from them biting. Not that they won't, but?"

He blinks in surprise, "You're a sheep enthusiast?"

Laura shrugs, "An animal one."

She says it in that way where it's clear she doesn't want to divulge too much, but he wishes she would. Oh, how does he. Travis wants to know Laura inside and out - mentally and physically and the physically took off quite a bit recently and just as he considers asking her about it a cavalcade of kids and Brodie arrive.

Laura just gives him another smile and a wave as she steps away so the presentation can begin but Travis watches her go, his heart aching a little. As if to commiserate with him, one of the sheep lets out a near sympathetic 'baa' and he looks at it with a frown.

Fun facts or no, sheep are just...not his thing. Maybe if he was a wolf, maybe, but...

Travis looks away from the sheep with a sigh. Who is he kidding? If he was a wolf, the last thing he'd hunt is a sheep. He'd much rather be the type to go after a Red Ridding Hood type.

And Laura?

Definitely the type.

[wendytestabrat]

kyle’s most toxic/chaotic episodes:

•ike’s wee wee - for harassing ike once he found out he was adopted and saying he’s not his real brother and then sending him on a train to nebraska

•cow days - for him being a spoiled materialistic brat and a jerk to cartman all for some terrance & phillip dolls; HE FUCKING THREATENS CARTMAN INTO RIDING A BULL AND THEN WHEN CARTMAN GETS HURT AND HAS TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL HE STILL MAKES CARTMAN GO BACK ON THE BULL

•douche & turd - for bullying and pressuring stan to vote for a giant douche, sending puff daddy after him, LITERALLY SPITTING ON HIM, and using kenny for his own benefit all so he could beat cartman. also the fact that he wanted a giant douche as the mascot was just immature af LOL

•cartman’s incredible gift - for jumping off a fucking roof because he couldn’t stand to see people taking cartman seriously as a psychic

•mr. garrison’s fancy new vagina - for his blatant racism (and internalized anti-semitism) assuming he would only be good at basketball if he was tall & black - basically he did blackface here LOL

•two days before the day after tomorrow - for hiding the jew gold

•ginger kids - for BREAKING AND ENTERING into cartman’s room to turn him into a ginger which caused cartman to go on an extermination against every non-ginger

•le petit tourette - for rounding up 47388392 pedophiles to shoot themselves on dateline because he was mad abt cartman pretending to have tourettes (even tho he was just jealous of cartman’s brilliant idea LOL)

•imaginationland - for being so fucking arrogant and sure that leprechauns aren’t real that he signed a legally binding contract to suck cartman’s balls (which wasn’t very smart) and then couldn’t honor his commitment when he was wrong. i’m sorry but like IDGAF what a bet is about you just don’t agree to suck someone’s balls idc how sure u are that you’re gonna win LOL.

•tonsil trouble - for making fun of cartman for having aids and then gets MAD at cartman for making aids jokes later on to stay positive smh

•britney’s new look - for coming up with the idea to get a paparazzi photo of britney for $$ - it was his fault that britney shot herself

•fatbeard - for purposely trying to get cartman sent off to somalia to die and inadvertently making his brother go there too

•you have 0 friends - for being an annoying social media prick and not leaving stan alone about facebook and doing dumbass shit to get more FB friends WHO GIVES A SHIT people who care too much abt their social media followers are losers

•it’s a jersey thing - yeah do i even need to explain this one?

•crack baby athletic association - for exploiting crack babies for money and acting selfish & greedy like cartman in the process

•you’re getting old/ass burgers - FOR SELLING OUT STAN AT HIS WORST AND BEING A BACKSTABBING ASSHOLE

•a history channel thanksgiving - for throwing a hissy fit over cartman’s idea to use the history channel for their thanksgiving report and then getting all pouty later that he was wrong about aliens or whatever the fuck

•ginger cow - i don’t need to explain this one

•go fund yourself - for being all extra and causing drama by making his own startup company bc he was jealous of cartman for coming up with the name ‘washington redskins’

•stunning and brave - for encouraging cartman to stand up to PC principal and getting him sent to the hospital (AND BTW KYLE DIDN’T WANNA DO SHIT ABT PC PRINCIPAL UNTIL IT PERSONALLY AFFECTED HIM AND HE GOT IN TROUBLE FOR THE COMMENT HE MADE ABOUT CAITLYN JENNER)

•skank hunt - for accusing cartman of being the troll and getting everyone all riled up to break his shit

•wieners out - for him being salty when he found out cartman moved on with heidi, you know after he deadass broke all of cartman’s shit

•fort collins - for him threatening to expose cartman’s INTERNET HISTORY to heidi

•doubling down - for stealing heidi from cartman

•super hard PCness - for blowing up canada bc he was still pissed off about cartman & heidi LOL

•tegridy farms - for enabling cartman to sell vapes to kindergarteners (including his brother) despite his original stance of being against it, deadass almost giving up his entire birthday money for cartman, and then letting cartman beat up the drug dealer & helping him break into a vape shop 🙄

•south parq vaccination special - for trying to steal the vaccines for himself - yet bitching at stan & cartman that they were being selfish JFC

•south park post covid and the return of covid - for getting mad at cartman for being a rabbi and having a happy family and accusing him of stupid bullshit and cussing in front of his wife & kids (bringing up shit from 40 years ago) and then making cartman sacrifice his entire family to help him

•the streaming wars part 1 - for giving up all the money they earned on the streaming services to let cartman get tits LOL

[metatemu]

Fact of the matter is that Jounouchi, Honda, Anzu, Otogi, and Ryou are all in fact Yuugi's friends first.

Its kind of hard to separate the meta textual treatment of Yuugi from the heavy cash cow usage of Dark Yuugi as a sort of mascot (I don't say main character because it's more about branding and cashing in than anything else) but from the Watsonian perspective, Yuugi is the one who everyone spends day to day life with.

Everyone likes Dark Yuugi, they act easygoing around him and like him, call him a friend, fight for him, defend him, and even tease him (Jounouchi snatching the star chips out of his hand and declaring he'll take them tickles me) but Dark Yuugi and the narrative itself knows and acknowledges the fact the Yuugi is the one who has the stronger connection. The pier duel was Yuugi's duel. Yuugi is the one the group centers around, Yuugi is the one who everyone rallies behind. They're Yuugis friends first, and they adopted Dark Yuugi into their circle pretty immediately but he's....very aware. Of that fact. He's a very shy person, of course he feels strange about this circumstance and knows how it happened.

I don't really mean that in a negative way--mostly because it's also acknowledged that people do have their own social circles, their own lives. Anzu left to go dance. Atem left to go to Duat. Yuugi never really met Mahad and Mana, he had his own social circle, his own life, his own family. What matters most is caring about someone even if distance grows, even if you don't really understand them.

It's also to say that, out of the core cast, I think because Atem knows that, its why he tries so damn hard to befriend Kaiba. He actively says he wants to be his friend and grows frustrated at the distance Kaiba puts between them. In Takahashi's lyrics he wrote for the opening, he says that Dark Yuugi is a lonely character, and I see that. I think he considers the people he's closest to (besides Yuugi, his partner) to be Kaiba and Anzu.

And that's mostly because Anzu takes the time to get to know him (as an individual, after she takes the time to listen to him during Battle City, and buy him a gift personalized to his wishes) and because Kaiba the whole time has been specifically out for him.

And that's something he kind of needs. Because again, a lot of things happen because of him, things are about him, but he actually has extremely little agency or people really invested in him as a person.

And that's not like, saying anybody is bad for it. Just different types of friendships we form. He clicks with people in a different way than Yuugi does because they're just different people. Of course their friend circles would form differently. He's literally a ghost stuck in a necklace who doesn't really have the opportunity to form his own circle naturally. It's just the bad circumstances. Nobody is at fault or at all failing, it's the fact that he can't exist as a full person while being someone else's shadow.

(If you notice, Kaiba actually treats Yuugi very different than Dark Yuugi, adjusting his language to talk to him in a softer way. He legitimately understands the difference and it's great.)

All of this is to say I think that's why it's pretty special that Kaiba is the first person (besides Dark Yuugi himself) to see what Dark Yuugi actually looks like as a living person in the coliseum flashback.

It's neat for plot reasons, sure, but also because i really do think that, besides Yuugi, Dark Yuugi feels closest (in whatever weird way they have) with Kaiba.

So of course. Kaiba, who's been interested in Dark Yuugi first since the very beginning, would see him first.

[tamtam-go92]

3rd Semester (Wednesday)

Honestly, Kyle was devastated that Dana didn't graduate with him. But tradition demanded of him, that he'd throw a graduation party nonetheless. Dana and him agreed, that he would already go house hunting (not that their budget was that high. And none of them had a job post graduation in their sleeve).

The party was just as bad as Kyle and Dana's moods. Only Kyle's professors and some more elderly people they met over the last year showed up, and the (uninvited) cow mascot threw a ruckus as always.

He was sad to leave Dana and the campus behind, but here he was, a full-grown adult, ready to start his life in the real world.

The Cow-mascot became a regular guest. Dana felt a little lonely without Kyle, but she never tried something funny.

She DID try to save her degree, but studying was just so boring!!!

And sooner rather than later, she found herself back in front of a SSX3 game...

And so Dana managed to get expelled in her last semester. The skill points she was missing were just too much to catch up for her, especially without Kyle's help.

Meanwhile, Kyle had taken all of their savings and had brought a house in Mountainside Valley. It was a nice little house in a nice little community, and hopefully him and Dana would fit in. The house needed some renovations, but those would have to wait until him and Dana both made some money.

To save money, Kyle was ready to skip a meal and send in every solving of the daily cross word puzzle.

The neighbors were super nice and charming. Mrs. Shaer lived with her husband and three kids down the road, and Miss Rhein lived with her mother and two sisters one road further.

While he needed to save money, Kyle felt like he needed to invite the ladies for lunch in. Nadia: You know, when you need help with the renovations, my husband Amin is quite the good handy man, he could help you for sure. Kyle: That's very nice of you, Mrs. Shaer. But I don't know when my girlfriend and I will find the money to renovate the house. It depends on the job market. Sheila: Well, that could be hard if you're solely looking around town. Which fields would you like to work in? Kyle: I would like to go into adventure. And Dana... To be honest, she's not set on one career track yet. Still has to master her degree.

They had a nice afternoon before the ladies left again.

Kyle still had no idea that Dana was flunking out on university. He just enjoyed their new home and dreamed about their life together in Mountainside Valley.

[neutrallyobsessed]

Question, do the zeds or stars likes animals? Like who likes dogs? Or cats ?

Also who would keep a dog?

Cause.. there was this fluffy dog I saw down the street and it looked like the zeds mascot. Did they get a dog?

YOOO THAT'S ONE DAPPER LOOKING DOGG!!!

anyways your answer:

Yes! All of them like animals! Like who doesn't? skjakjsak Top Hat, yeah, not even horses are on his good graces... but it's also kinda reciprocal? Animals don't like him and he doesn't like animals, it's been like that since he has memory so they naturally keep each other apart. But you know those long nosed dogs? yeah, those are funny, clean and refined. Top Hat does like those dogsss

On more positive and general note, the Stars are more of bird-watchers kinda fellas Oh back in the day~, Oh back in Scotland, Oh right Up River~! These guys do love some birbs, doves, pidgeons, seagulls and such~ Captain Star has such a good time to looking through window lol

In the similar vein that Donald has a Duck, I'd say Warrior has a bunch of Cats. With garbage comes rats, and with rats comes cats, so Warrior lets them stay, sometimes plays and feeds them, and since he's so nice more cats started to appear!! There were 14 last time I checked, but it could be 16 now

Of course, Grampus is more of an aquatic creatures kinda guy, from the huge whales to the tiniest critters that the naked eye can see. Hercules is also like that... except for dolphins. He doesn't like dolphins. Not since That Day™ (i don't know what happened and he won't elaborate :I)

And Ten Cents. Ten Cents is definitely a dog person, he could get this huge fuckin dog ever to run around and play catch and rough play if we include the his human version aaaaa it'd be the dream come true!

_____

The Z-Stacks do like the typical cats and dogs, but especially the lil creatures that can do favors for them, so be glad that they don't know about the intelligence and loyalty of crows lol. Also Zip is def a bug collector.... and eater

So on that note, the Zs favourite animals are actually any of the edibles. You know, your cows, pigs, chicken and in the water, fish, shrimps, sharks even... If they can eat it, they like it, in and out of the plate xd

There's also a parrot that visits Zero's office and imitates his voice causing ruckus in work hours since the fleet barely sees thei Captain so they think is him and hilarity ensues sjskjskjskjs it's kinda a love-hate relationship cause the parrot sometimes remembers things that Zero forgot so it's not all trouble after all...

And finally, YES THEY HAVE THAT DOG! [nombre pendiente xd], i shamelessly traced over the picture to make this lmaoo:

I bet TC was jealous that the Zeds got a dog before him jskjsk

[p1f1-mp3]

Perfect

Part 2.

Summary: Second week of school means new and old friends, faces, and activities. (Sorry if that sucked)

Warnings: Cursing.

Notes: opinions on neighbor Clyde??

As fast as you had gotten into school again, you had gotten comfortable. Just like every other junior, sophomore, and senior. Arguments with teachers and kids started like they would in the middle and end of the year, goths and stoners skipped class (like you predicted), and grades had already dropped. Meaning, good students would be asked to tutor.

And soon, cheerleading tryouts opened. You were one of the first to try out, desperate to just get a spot on the team. There were no.. cocky feelings, but you did think no matter what, Nichole and Bebe would get you a spot on the team.

Sweat falling down your forehead, and a smile on your face, you left for the locker rooms. Leaving the girls to decide if you were good enough as you changed. The routine you did wasn't simple, but not complicated. Just some simple moves.

"Y/N!!"

A girl squealed, stepping from behind a locker.

"Wendy! Hey girl!"

The two of you shared a quick conversation and a hug, until Wendy had to leave and you decided to as well.

☆★☆★

As the sun spilled through your curtains, painting your cheeks, blankets shifted and so did your body as you sat up. It in fact wasnt the sun, but Clyde turning on a lamp.

"Clyde?!"

Your cheeks flushed, as you covered your chest, the loose tank top not covering much as you weren't wearing a bra.

"Oh fuck! Sorry, Y/N! Your mom said I could wake you up!"

"Mom!!"

☆★☆★

Seeing as the sun hadn't shone into your window, it was a prediction that either snow or rain was coming. Across the street, you could see the goths, sitting on the curb. The wet curb.

"Goths."

You did a nod, and they did one back. They tolerated you. (Lucky ass) A black towel slipped from your hand, onto Henriettas lap.

"...L/N."

"Yes?"

She looked confused, at the towel.

"Why?"

"Can't have a woman as beautiful as you get wet from the rain, can we?"

A soft chuckle was received from the goths mouth, as she put the towel under her.

"What about us, L/N?" Pete spoke up, flicking his cigarette.

"I hope your clothes get ruined."

Micheal cracked up, watching the interaction between you and Henrietta change when talking to Pete.

"You too, giraffe."

His laughing stopped when you looked at him. The sky smirk turning into an eye rolling scoff.

"Bye, guys."

Henrietta waved, Pete flipped you off, and Micheal ignored you. Weren't you nice?

☆★☆★

As kids gathered around the school bulletin board, a note popped into your head, cheerleading positions were announced! The girls weren't bad at making decisions. Even though they released the flyer two days after, which seemed like a short amount of time, (and was), it was always the best team in Colorado.

Every game South Park had, the cheerleaders did their all, they'd even ended up on the news once or twice. Dovahkiin, who the girls had decided for the school mascot, had also ended up on the TV. A few YouTube videos, and one or two news broadcasts for his amazing stunts in the cow costume.

Your eyes lit up as they met with Dovahkiin, who gave you a copy of the flyer, not wanting you to get crushed by the crowd.

"Here." His phone read, you smiled at him, he smiled back.

"Oh! Congrats on getting beef, D!"

He nodded to you, looking like he was waiting for you to read.

A sparkle was seen in your eye, meeting with your name. 'Y/N L/N: Top Girl'

You excitedly squealed, hugging Dovahkiin who just let out a silent chuckle, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Yes, I'm happy!"

The teen nodded, letting you go as you jumped happily, one last squeal being let out.

"Top girl!! Im gonna be thrown and shi-"

"Top what?"

The monotone voice sent a shiver down your spine as Craig looked at you from behind.

"I got Top Girl! In cheerleading! I'm gonna be thrown and shit!"

"...Im sooo happy for you."

You rolled your eyes at the teen. Receiving his middle finger.

"Anyways, I'm gonna get to PC's office. He wanted to talk to me or whatever."

Craig nodded, patting your head as you walked by down the hallway.

☆★☆★

[juan1dupree23]

I Don’t Know Why

(wether this happens before or after the previous story is up to the reader, also as to wether or not these stories take place before or during jimmy’s arrival is also up to the reader)

All I know is that It’s a few minutes till Earnest’s stupid election

How the fuck is the school making everything worse now that politics are bleeding inside

but at least it’s not mandatory

at least as far as I know it’s not

besides even if it was I’ll just hide out…

groan* Nowhere to hide

especially when it comes to how there’s no safe places in this hell

That’s when I feel the steel grip on my wrist as one of the jocks orders me to wear the mascot outfit

And like a good little soldier I follow the jocks’s commands

He says to me about how it’s to sabotage Earnest’s election

all I feel is relief

relief that I’m finally not the punching bag

probably for today of course but I’ll try to make the most of my freedom

I rush to the locker room and change to my drab shorts and t shirt

the locker revealing the outfit has been seen by me again for what feels like the millionth time as I look at it in disgust from all the torture it’s put me through

the furry unitard-like outfit covers me as I can already feel the foreshadowing of the coming heatwave that will arise very soon

I apply the headpiece confirming my usual transformation to the school mascot

I breath in and out

in and out

in

and

out

try to stay calm const

Just know that this shit will be over soon

And during free time you’ll be able to read your comics and maybe catch up on that English homework

before that we just need to do that stupid cow dance on stage

Groan*

well at least with this mascot outfit not everyone knows who you are

I settle down from my pep talk and practice the cow dance

while there is no order to how it is to be done that’s when my creativity can spark in some ways

(such as that headbutt I sometimes do)

honestly though this outfit is just gets so stuffy too fast

After I’m done my short practice dancing I rush to the backstage of the theatre

I have been instructed just now to dance eventually when the moment calls for it

I have no clue what to take from that other than that if I’m going to screw it up they’ll immediately be getting me a beating

after what has felt like a few minutes along with a quick unmasking for some fresh air I walk to the stage

the stage fright

it’s cruel behaviour immediately takes control of my mind after just a few steps

No

n-

no

I cant

I need to get off this stage

I need to get this costume off

Aaaaah!

Shut up

shut up const you-

And that’s when I feel the nudge from one of them

I follow the order and begin that damn cow dance

and yet it’s not even a minute and I’m being hit by a sniper (non lethal rounds from a slingshot)

I try to be a man after the first one but of course I immediately run off the stage to stage right not wanting a second more of the shots (MY right)

I don’t care that I’m immediately going to get beat up by these goons (universe knows just how much I’m used to that) I didn’t want to have such humiliation by doing that dance

wierd priorities of mine I’m sure but what else can you expect from a nobody, a loser, a-

sigh* fuck

if I see what anyone else saw of me

it’s that I’m a background character

I’m nothing

I only exist

I could go on and on about it but my mind’s already tired enough

speaking of tired it’s time to turn myself in now

(a few minutes later)

well I’ll give them this it sure as hell wasn’t as long as it usually can get

Well seeing as how I have more time on my hands I guess I can get that English homework done

but first I just need to get this stupid costume off

come on!

Well it’s not like I’m a human being

I perform the dance again for the few people crowded around me while mentally pushing away my soon to be public disdain

finally their satisfied and now I can get to the locker room

without much haste I zoom back to there as I eagerly strip it off and change back to the school uniform

finally free at last again from another gruelling day

and i for one say that I deserve a little break

yeah there’s the homework but I’ll do it later

With logical thoughts ceased I climb into bed with the last bit of energy I have left and wear my headphones

and with that nat king Cole cruses me down to my own personal haven

And thats when he arrived

of course it’s Ivan so of course he’s sleepy

He rolls into bed and just like that we’re safe

safe from bullworth academy

I pull of my headphones and rest them somewhere safe as I turn the volume up more

Bat’s song fills the room as we look lovingly into eachother

and with that we kiss

The End

song: I Don’t Know Why from thee Nat King Cole