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ilexdiapason · 3 months ago

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Y'know, Fiddleford really thinks he's got it figured out here for, like, a week.

Once they wake up after their scientific-progress-induced all-nighter, at approximately 5pm, they agree to call in take-out rather than risk another complex scientific process: cooking something edible. The McGucket/Pines Hologram Conjecture's a feat of mathematical engineering, and they don't need any burned eggs or smashed potatoes ruining the good run they've started off on.

It's a new experience for Fiddleford, anyhow - the most foreign food he's tried before's fair likely just burritos. Apparently, China have got a whole selection of plants and spices all their own, and he's ready to take a bite out of yet another new experience. It's already shaping up to be a crazy week.

"You've seriously never had Chinese food?"

"Never had nothin' you can't get by wagon," Fiddleford admits, wondering if he should be embarrassed. Ain't worth the hassle, he decides - Stanford seems more excited than amused that he's about to try something new.

"That'll make you one of today's lucky ten thousand, then," he mutters to himself.

While Fiddleford is running studies on exactly how much chow mein he can fit in his mouth at once, Stanford introduces himself properly.

"I was planning to go to West Coast Tech, but, uh… that plan fell through." Fiddleford's got no idea what all this fuss is about a superior intellect-stimulating life path matters worth a dime - he feels lucky enough he got to go to college in the first place, what with all the money and the prestige what goes into it - but he nods and sighs and frowns to make sure Stanford knows his pain is understood, if not empathised. "I suppose it's for the best. That school really is the height of ingenuity in this world; and being… as I am, I suspect many of my classmates might see me as an oddity rather than a person. One might hope for a more open minded cohort, but people are people everywhere you go."

"Right," Fiddleford says through a mouthful of noodles. Stanford doesn't seem like much of an oddity to him. Perhaps it's internal.

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They get on like a house on fire, and they sit together in every class they can. Professor Collymoddle gushes that she's never seen hands go up in her seminars so fast before; Doctor Brickall begrudges that they do make a dang fine atomic model. By the end of day three, Ford seems a lot more bright-eyed about the whole thing.

"I was worried I wasn't going to learn anything here, but I feel like I actually might! Especially if I treble my workload like I discussed with Professor Charifva; I could be on track to get my bachelor's by May, and then move straight on to PhD research if I really stick to my guns."

"You're sure movin' fast there, huh?"

"There is no terminal velocity to the pursuit of knowledge!"

"Ain't you gonna get burned out on all that writin'?" Fiddleford's been working hard, sure, but he still makes time to call back home every night and tell 'em that no, he's not been seduced by the Devil just yet. Without takin' any breaks like that, he'd be the one to break, he's darn sure.

"The only thing holding me back from writing several books is the threat of carpal tunnel. And even then, I'd buy a typewriter and keep going."

Hmm. He oughta invent some sort of portable typewriter you can store your works on and print them out later; he could save dozens of people from carpal tunnel with that, most likely. "Alright," he gives in, "but you should still make a little time to chill out, go socialise. Make some friends!"

"Ah, I've never been one for friends, Fiddleford. Present company excepted. Other people have historically only slowed me down; prevented me from getting what I wanted." He looks distant, bitter, but only for a second. "And besides, ninety percent of my peers before I moved here just thought of me as a freak. Why would these college kids be any different?"

Freak, oddity - whatever this man's history is, it sure cut him deep. At least homeschoolin' on the farm never gets you bullied by your peers. Given that you've got no peers and all.

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By the end of the week, Stanford's request to take every single class he can cram into his schedule has gone through, and Fiddleford's workin' off the assumption that he's never gonna see this man again besides the odd midnight trip to the bathroom. Based off that assumption, he's coaxed the guy into one last night of youthful rebellion, and they've got a dubiously acquired six pack of Hopp Lites to share while Fiddleford improvises into the night on the banjo.

Well, share turns out to be an overstatement. "Tastes gross, don't like the mental adjustment, worried I'm gonna barf? Pretty conclusive experiment. Not planning on drinking again."

"Suit yourself," Fiddleford shrugs, "more for me." Once your cousin Thistlebert's showed you what real moonshine tastes like, a can of store-bought beer starts to feel like a whole lot of nothin'. Still, he's not gonna push it.

The energy of the late night still seems to work to get Ford talking about his feelings, something he would usually avoid, from what he's demonstrated the last few days. "It's just - it's difficult, being treated like that. Especially when you know you're special, but everybody else considers you strange and dangerous to be around. You know, they think they'll catch it off you if you get too close to them. I have a suspicion one of the mothers called the school to ask them to sit me further away from her child in seventh grade."

And this is roughly the point at which Fiddleford thinks he's got it all figured out - what else kind of queer behaviour do people think catches, do they not wanna be around, can get you outcasted even as a little boy? What else would Ford be dancing around, trying not to say outright, but hinting toward?

(Really, he feels bad he didn't show support any sooner. Hillbillies ain't got the best reputation for acceptin' these kinds of things. And right enough Pa would probably blow a gasket if he learned his little boy had gone off to college and fallen straight into cahoots with a man of this particular persuasion, but what Pa don't know can't hurt him none. What matters is what Fiddleford believes, and what he says right now.)

"Now, listen here, Stanford. I know you ain't heard it enough, so I'mma tell you again. There is nothing wrong with bein' that way, you hear? And any kid, or parent, or teacher that tried to make you somethin' that you're not is - well, for one, wastin' their time, as if they're gonna change you - can't fix what ain't broken and all - but for two they're turnin' something beautiful into somethin' shameful, and you can't let 'em treat you like that. You got a perfectly good heart, and that's what counts, not what anybody else tries to tell you is - is of the Devil."

"Thank you," Ford nods solemnly, and flexes his hands out in front of him. "You're absolutely right, it is something beautiful. The irregularities of nature are fascinating in their way. That's actually what inspired me to go into scientific research - I wanted to find more anomalies, like my six fingers!"

Fiddleford blinks. "Like your what?"

(He might need some new specs.)

the fact that fiddleford apparently did not notice that ford has six fingers until at least a good week or so after meeting him is opening up the possibility in my mind for a comedy of errors situation in which ford keeps making dramatic yet vague comments about being weird and an outcast which he thinks are clearly being interpreted as in reference to the six fingers thing but fiddleford just keeps really sincerely thinking hes talking about being mistreated for being queer in some capacity and trying to be sweet about it

#your silly post inspired me

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 4 years ago

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A Little Closer

[Raphael x fem reader]

sfw, apocalypse AU, 2012

The city that never sleeps.

They jinxed it, you thought as you dragged yourself along the street, Raphael at your side. The city wasn't only sleeping—it was dead.

You and him were alone, trying to get back in touch with everyone after getting split up. The team had been separated by unfortunate circumstances, nothing short of Murphy's Law. If you hadn't believed in the law before, you did, now.

But Raph could and would plow through a horde for you. He had to; he was your friend, the protector, at the moment. Because while you were able to handle yourself to some degree, ultimately, Raph was the one defending the both of you. And not even because you told him to. He took the role up himself, assumed it silently and never complained. You couldn't quite tell if it was because he felt obligated, or if it really was just his nature.

"You see that building up ahead? The tall one." He pointed toward a particular rooftop rising high among the ones around, and you nod. An infected ambled around in an adjacent alleyway. You glanced over at it anxiously, while Raph seemed completely unbothered. He was focused mentally planning their route. "That's our checkpoint. From there, we'll rest and see if we can regroup with the rest of the team."

The infected, a slower, pustule-covered form, started coming toward the two of you, stumbling out with quiet gurgles. "Raph," you said softly, with a tap on his hard shoulder. He glanced back at you before pulling out his sai, running at the infected and quickly dispatching it by a stab right in the eye socket. He avoided the sickly green caps.The creature fell heavily, and some of the pustules popped on the pavement, squeezing out a foul-smelling concoction of mutagen and infector cells. It amazed you every time just how fast he could get it done, the killing. And without fear—a few infected were more of an inconvenience to him than anything. He got in and got out, all the while you were left in awe at his ability to work on autopilot.

"Actually," he muttered, stepping around the body and into the alleyway the Infector had just come from. He noticed the fire escape and decided they'd take it from there on the rooftops. "I think we can get there from here. Feel like a little roof-running?" he asked you, throwing a subtle smile over.

Anything to get off the streets. Down there, it was bad. You had to look around every corner, watch your back even more carefully, and even then, straggling infected would still manage to slip under the radar. Though, luckily, Raph often was able to predict the movements of groups, which was what made you avoid the building horde making its way through the city. It was still a major scare to think you were clear and suddenly have a hunter-class infected jump out at you.

"Yeah," you answered him, following into the alleyway. "Yeah, let's do that. There are way too many Infectors down here." A shudder crawled up your spine to think about what the ooze those things carried could do to people.

He leaped up onto the railing, while you took the stairs. "It ain't the Infectors you have to worry about. It's the Hunters," he replied, pulling himself into the edge of the roof. You finished your ascent up the staircase as quietly as possible, and he met you at the top, grabbing your hand and helping you up the rest of the way. "But don't worry; I'll make sure none of 'em get you." You leaned forward and looked at him with a small smile, noting what he said. And that he still hadn't let go of your hand. "Or me," he added quickly as he released your hand and turned away to survey the series of buildings ahead.

You laughed, "Well, I'd be pretty screwed if I lost you, Raph. I kinda rely on you, y'know?"

Unknown to you, those last words would stick with him. For a long time.

"Yeah…" he trailed off. He didn't know how to respond to that. Of course, he'd been relied upon before; by Mikey, especially. He knew what that felt like. But protecting this girl? There was a new sense of pressure. Even Mikey could handle himself well enough alone. But there wasn't anything for you to fall back on, should he be out of the equation. No ninja training, not much knowledge of how to use a melee weapon aside from the basics, and guns were few and far between. Very far. A gang would trade you one, if you were lucky. Most people weren't lucky in that regard. Raph didn't want you anywhere near those thugs, anyway.

Between the two of you was nothing but the sound of the breeze. The city was almost dead silent, save for the occasional racket of survivors, or feral animals. Both were in low numbers; most of the city—the country—had been turned. The rate at which the infection spread was astonishing. Only here and there would a lonely human cause ruckus anywhere.

Raph cleared his throat, "We should get moving. Sun's going down and we need to hunker down for the night, the Hunters will be wakin' up soon."

"Sounds good," you said as you stretched your tight muscles out. Hours of almost nonstop walking and jogging could really work up some nasty knots.

You moved forward, him naturally taking the lead as you both made your ways across the roofs, him helping you along when you needed it, and you keeping watch for stragglers while you were at it. Sometimes, there would be other people up there. Other times, former people.

Coming up to a run down building, Raph made the last jump across, expecting you to be able to handle it. But you were hesitant, your body worn and weary from days of over exertion, and today was the straw that broke the camel's back. After all this time, you just couldn't muster the strength to clear the gap yourself.

Raph was about to go on ahead when he noticed you hadn't made it across yet, and he called out, "Y/N, what're you doing over there? Come on, this is our stop."

You wanted to do it, for the sake of his convenience, but it was too far. You could have over or underestimated and plummeted down into the alley below, gotten incapacitated, and became even more baggage. He watched as you backpedaled from the ledge. "I can't," you answered, slightly ashamed, "it's too far of a jump. I can't do it."

You watched as Raph easily bounded across, landing in front of you. "Here," he motioned for you to step in, and you did, where he then picked you right up into his arms and started backing further away. He'd lended you a helping hand before, a catch, sometimes, but never had he picked you up like this. "Wrap your arms around my neck, this is a little dodgy," he instructed you. He tried to ignore the fluttery feeling it gave him when you did what he'd said to do, wrapping your arms around his sturdy neck as he got ready to leap the gap. You were comfortable enough—Raph was strong. Really strong. But the threat of you both falling still have you anxiety, and for that, you had to clamp your eyes shut.

Without a word, he took off in a dash, one powerful leg launching the both of you off the edge. His arms tightened around you somehow more than they had been before. And for a brief second you felt wind. You still couldn't open your eyes, only focused on the feeling of almost absolute security in Raph's grip. Next was the hard landing, which jarred you out of your brief moment of warmth. He grunted, following through into a crouch and setting you down on your feet.

"You alright?" you asked him, concerned, placing a light hand on his shell.

He had a level of endurance that far exceeded the average person's, but even Raph was getting tired. He despised feeling weak, but his body was now actively working against him. He felt slow and heavy for his standards, running on fumes and secretly desperate for rest. As good of a sleep as he could get without worrying about being ambushed by something, be it human or otherwise. He knew he'd be back to the grind soon enough though because you needed sleep, too, and he would die before leaving you undefended in such a vulnerable state.

You realized then just now exhausted he was as he rose, taking in a deep breath. "I'm alright, let's just...clear the place and get in there," he said.

He approached the door into the stairwell and listened for a second before trying the knob. Locked. He was impatient to get in and finally be able to rest, so he just kicked the door in with everything he had, deciding to deal with anything that might be in there as they came. You grimaced; stairwells were awful places to fight anyone or anything.

Collecting yourself, you came over and peered in along with him. "Easy there, shouldn't we be quiet?" you questioned him in earnest.

He never intended to be rude to you, but his mood got the best of him, and he snapped back with a sigh, "Look, I'll get rid of them, okay? It's not like you're the one going in and killing them, so just stay out of the way and let me get it done."

You backed out of the doorway and shot him a look as if to say, are you serious? You knew Raph was prone to moodiness, but you'd never expected it to be targeted your way.

Shit. He slapped his hand onto the doorframe and leaned his forehead on it, groaning. Not even at you, but himself, because he'd just snapped at his only friend and ally out here at the moment. Seeing the flash of the look of hurt on your face at his words made him feel like a total asshole.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled after a minute of uncomfortable silence. He looked back at you, eyes falling on the sombreness of your expression. "I'm just tired. I'll be more careful here on out, if it makes you feel better. I know you're just trying to look out for us, trust me. I do."

"It's okay," you said softly. "Don't worry about it. Let's get in there now, yeah?" you nudged him, stepping in. You looked over the railing in search of anything suspicious. Oxidized blood, the hybrid mutagenic fluid that the Infectors secreted. No, it all appeared clean. But that didn't mean it was safe. Raph descended the stairs slowly, listening for anything he could pick up on. The two of you were surprised that it seemed clear, maybe even skeptical, but it didn't stop you as your paced picked up. Raph kept you behind him at all times with his sai out and ready.

"You think it's good?" you whisper, leaning your head over his shoulder. His eyes scanned the surroundings in the hallway you had just been lead into, still searching for any red flags.

There was nothing. No sounds, no signs of infected, and deathly quiet. The lack of noise disturbed Raph more than anything, but if it meant one night of peace, he'd take anything he could get.

"The residents must've abandoned this place when the evacs happened," you noted.

"Everyone should have stayed. Maybe then we would have had a chance of actually containing this thing and Donnie wouldn't have to be busting his ass to save us all. If that's even possible at this point."

He let his guard down a little. All he wanted to do was pick out any random apartment and take it over for the night. Trying the one on his left, the door slowly opened to reveal a messy studio, papers strewn about, cabinets still open, things discarded on the floor. He almost melted just seeing the couch, let alone a bed.

You were watching the hall just to make sure, but felt his calloused hand land on your forearm, pulling you in.

"Wow," you breathed out. "I never thought I'd be so happy to see such a mess. I feel like I haven't slept in three years," you muttered to yourself, shutting the door behind you.

Raph wandered around the room as he made his last checks behind the counters and such before he finally relaxed and slid his sais back into their holders. "No kidding," he commented. "I'd bet there's nothing to eat in here, though."

"Can't hurt to try."

Turned out that there wasn't anything but a couple of granola bars and a single bottle of water you'd found under the kitchen table. Probably rolled under there and the owner never noticed, but you were running low on your water supply, as your backpack was starting to feel light.

Raph kept the blinds closed tight in fear of being spotted from the window, even though it was practically a wasteland out there, but you couldn't help but part them a bit to catch a glimpse of the sun going down. That beautiful, warm glow that the Golden Hour produced, and the way it painted the sky. Though, it wasn't all that visible from where you were.

Sunset came and went and gave way to night. It was dark in the apartment; no electricity was being routed there, and so the only thing that lit up the area was the lone lantern you had sitting on the coffee table. Your eyelids were becoming so heavy that you couldn't stop to care if the furniture had bed bugs or other gross stuff. It was comfortable on your aching back, that's what mattered. You lay down on it and was already dozing off when Raph padded by. He stopped. You were so tired, he could see that. He could stand to stay up for a few more hours, he told himself—he would do that.

As you slept, he spent his time cleaning his weapons, adjusting his gear, snacking on what little the two of you shared. Also thinking. About how tired he was in that moment, his brothers (wherever they were), and finally...you. He found his gaze shifting from the knife in his lap that he'd been sharpening to you, sound asleep on the couch and for the first time in days, looking at peace. You had dark circles under your eyes, bumps and scrapes all over your body, yet for a little while, you'd forgotten all about it. Because you were asleep, obviously, but even though he was downright beat, he couldn't bring himself to disturb you. Not yet, at least. The clock on the wall was still ticking on. It was quiet, except for that—Raph couldn't complain. He softened watching you. There was something comforting to him about being able to drop the act and just observe you without having to talk. He wasn't always good at talking. He judged that perhaps you were only trying to fill the silence when you kept rambling or muttering, which was understandable. It made him wonder briefly if you felt awkward when he was quiet.

Raph was on his proverbial last leg in terms of his wakefulness when he heard your voice, the slightest call that was almost inaudible. He set his gear aside and shifted towards you where he sat on the coffee table, trying to figure out if you were only dreaming, or if you really needed something.

"You awake?" he whispered.

Arm dangling off the couch, you rested your face on your other hand. "Yeah," you answered through a dry throat. He remembered the bottle of water from earlier and reached into the backpack at his feet, handing it to you. He'd already drank over half of it.

"How long have you been laying there awake while I could have been getting some shut-eye?" he jested. You did your best to muster a smile, but it wasn't going. It wasn't like you to be so solemn.

He spoke again as you downed the rest of the water, "Uh...joking. Are you—"

"Can you hold me?"

You weren't looking at him. Your eyes were closed, and on the inside, you asked yourself why you'd said it. Maybe it was the mid-sleep grogginess, or you had just lost all care in the world. He was staring at you, but in the low light, you could hardly see his expression. He swallowed; oh, how this had taken him off guard.

"Just for a little bit."

He was going to stammer out something, he wasn't sure what, but anything to relieve the mix of awkward embarrassment he was feeling. He wanted to crawl into that couch with you, to feel the warmth of your body against his cold one—why couldn't he move? Why was it so hard to just say: "Yes, I can hold you."

He could fight. He could defend. What he couldn't do was comprehend his own emotions.

"I, uh…do you feel unsafe, or something?" He felt stupid to ask that, but that part of his mind wanted to rationalize your request. He would feel vulnerable in your shoes. He knew that for a fact. But really, he was aware that wasn't the case, you feeling unsafe; he was there. Your sentinel, willing to push himself as far as he possibly could, and then some.

A sigh left you, and the single word, "Please."

No more thinking. Just do.

He sat up, tentative in his approach to your tired form. You shifted back as far into the cushions of the couch that you could, offering him the space on the edge. He climbed down, and after a minute of trying to situate all of your limbs, he was finally comfortable. He would be lying to say his heart wasn't beating faster, that it didn't feel weird to drape his arm around you the way he did, being pressed against your back like that. Despite everything, it felt natural. Right. Like he'd been missing something that whole time, and as soon as he had pulled you into him, he had a revelation.

There were no words exchanged. Just the sound of the clock ticking and the both of your breaths as you were lulled back into sleep. He couldn't sleep yet. You still had an hour to go before it was his turn. Not that it bothered him. Not then; he wanted to be conscious for this, the feeling of fullness he had with how you seemed to fit against his body so well. The contrast of soft skin to his scales, his lean, solid muscles compared to your own less-developed. His fingers brushed along your wrist in some of the lightest touches he'd ever administered. His leg found its way over your own.

What started rigid and awkward now had melted him. His body hadn't felt that loose in a long time.

Whatever the next move was, he was fine with it. The team was close to finding each other after four days of separation. There was a horde forming outside, gathering up to blow through the city in one last sweep. But as long as they got where they needed to go, he didn't mind it at all.

a/n: i 100% did not feel like explaining how or why they got separated from the rest of the group just be along for the ride bby

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early20sfailingplenty · 3 years ago

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hi!! i hope i’m not too late, if so please ignore this, but i was wondering if i could get general comforting letter/message from lester or vincent? i have to put my childhood dog down soon and i’d love to have something from the boys to help calm me down. for the name, i’d love it if you could use sweetpea for lester’s or my love for vincent’s 🥺 thank you so much ♡ ♡

I lost one of my kitties recently so I totally empathise and I'm so sorry that you're having to go through this with your dog.😭💔 I'm here if you want to vent or anything and I hope that this offers you the comfort you need. Lots of love to you!💗

TW; animal death, pet death, death.

Hey, Sweetpea.

Di'n't know how to say any of this wit'out upsetting y'more, so I figured a note would do the job, yep. Momma always used to leave notes for daddy, though I'on know if he ever replied to 'em. But tha's not the point.

M'real sorry to hear about yer dog, hon. Ain't easy to go through a loss; even knowin' that there's time to say goodbye don't help none. I 'member when momma passed; was so sudden. She was there in the mornin' and when I got home, she was gone. Bo was oddly quiet that day, I almost took him for Vincent 'til I saw his face when he turned 'round to look at me. Somethin' never seemed right about that day... but anyway!

This ain't about me. It's about you. M'so sorry, sweetpea. I see death every day on th'roads an' I put more'n a few outta' their misery 'cuz what hit 'em di'n't finish 'em off, an' it never gets any easier. S'okay to feel and t'cry, darlin', I'd never think less o'ya' for it. In fact, I think you're strong. Brave, even, to face this head on knowin' it's coming and staying 'round wit' your dog 'til the end. I know they 'ppreciate it; spend as much time wit' 'em as y'can, s'all I can really say.

Your dog ain't alone an' neither are you, sweetpea, 'cuz y'got me.

Sit tight for me, hon. M'comin' home t'you; these roads ain't done jus' yet but they can wait. But my sweetpea can't and tha's all I give a shit about.

Yours, Lester.

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As Vincent is non-verbal, I have taken the creative decision to have him write without an accent and in a slightly poetic manner which is similar to how I write. I hope this is okay.

My love,

The bitter bouquet of death is a fresh one in this town; it lingers in everything I and my brothers do. We control much of it, as you know, but this... this is something we can't do anything about. I never learned much medical knowledge from my daddy, just what I could find in those dusty tomes which Bo never got rid of for some reason (I say sentimental value and so does Lester, but we don't tell him that; the fire in him wouldn't be put out for hours if we did), but even if I had picked up his skills, there still wouldn't be anything I could do to help your dog and I'm truly so sorry.

My brothers and I have a very strange relationship amongst ourselves but especially when it comes to death; it doesn't bother us all that much unless it concerns those we love. Our inner circle has been impenetrable our whole lives and we opened ranks just long enough to let you in, and it's the best thing we've ever fucking done, other than putting a bullet or five in daddy's head. I will be here beside you through it all, my love, and though I know not if this is any comfort to you, I will leave you with this:

You may not have gotten to spend your entire life with your childhood dog in the way I know you most want to, but your dog has spent their entire life with you, which is what they want. Please do not leave them in this time; they need you now more than ever. I cannot imagine you doing so; your capacity for love is blinding. Be brave, my love, I know you know how. If grief is the price of love, then I will help you to foot the bill.

Yours always,

Vincent.

#slasher letter #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair

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im-pok · 3 years ago

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Just for fun (and to make these easier to find) I have made a compilation of JSRF quotes!

I did find the quotes from this video by RisingSonic17 on YouTube. I do suggest watching it as it gives more context to the lines:

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Keep in mind that some interactions may be missing, as I have never played JSRF and may be unaware of some interactions. Characters and their quotes appear in chronological order according to the video.

Corn:

"This is the GG's Garage. Hey, where's our pizza? Huh? You're not the pizza guy? Oh, you're here to join the GG's, eh? Heh... Tell you what. Find Gum. She's the one you wanna talk to. Just get close to her and pull the 'Right Trigger'. Got it?"

"Why don't you talk to her now?"

"Now, just 'cause you're new don't mean you can act like a big baby. The police are tightening up here, especially since the Rokkaku took over the police force. I know we look crazy 'n all, but even we know to pick our fights. So don't mess things up for the rest of us, got it?"

"Roboy's training changes as your skill level changes, so be on the lookout."

"I had a feeling Poison Jam would have their hideout in the sewers beneath Rokkaku-dai Heights. This is it... looks like the time to throw down has finally come."

"Man, those Poison Jam freaks are out of control. I say we start on Chuo Street and cover everything to Rokkaku-dai Heights and 99th Street in our graffiti. Chuo Street is probably the best place to start."

"Roboy told you, right? If you find a Mystery Tape, you gotta check the GG-notebook. It'll tell you where to find the Graffiti Souls in the area."

"Where the hell is Yoyo? Maybe he freaked out and skipped town? I'm sure he's alright. But we gotta take care of those Immortals. They've been walkin' around like they own the place. We gotta go and cover up all their graffiti."

"I'll send those Immortals back to the grave as many times as I need to!"

"We'll stop those Noise Tanks!"

Gum:

"Poison Jam knows something about Yoyo. I know they do."

"Damn! Punk, I'll get you for that!"

"The fortified residential zone... that's deep in the ghetto. And it could be the fake one again..."

"Here they come. The crazies from the Golden Rhinos. Concentrate, and watch your back. These guys ain't no joke."

"We gotta protect the streets. That's not a choice. We can't let these fools just waltz in and take over."

"The real enemy is your own fear. Remember that."

"So you're the cat that wants to join us, huh? I don't know where you're from, but the streets are tough. Real tough. Let's see what you're made of. We'll start you off nice and slow. Let's see how much air you can grab. Press the "A Button" to jump."

"Dogenzaka Hill is GG territory. I heard there's some headphone wearin' freak creepin' up here. If I could just find him, I'd show him what's up...."

"You can do it, can't you?"

"There are a couple of places in Shibuya Terminal where you can get on the roof of some buildings. You can get there by jumping from a Grind. You should check it out. Who knows what you'll find up there? When you're looking for something, the best place to start is the Map. You can see it by pressing the START button."

"The area of 99th Street is built around a tower that has a bunch of places to Grind. Definitely check that place out. There are also telephone poles to Grind and billboards to Wallride... the most important thing is to just try everything out. Oh, and don't forget to check the map by pressing the START button. That should give you some helpful hints"

"We actually found Roboy in a dumpster. Corn fixed him up real nice."

"I've been lost in the severs before. Its kinda crazy in there, but as long as you keep moving up, you'll be ok."

"Yoyo just can't chill and stay out, can he? He'll be back soon, I'm sure. I heard the Immortals hang out in the skyscraper district or something..."

"Actually, they say Roboy is actually a Noise Tank prototype. Don't tell him that though, ok? We don't wanna make him cry or nothin'. In any case, we're gonna get those damn Noise Tanks."

Yoyo:

"Those tracks should connect Sky Dinosaurian Square to the edge of the skyscraper district..."

"I hear that Poison Jam's woman leader has been showin' her face in town."

"Man, the Rhinos gotta be pissed off!"

"Shibuya Terminal is in a state of panic. I really wanna stay out of this, but we gotta go over there and take care of business."

"Don't use your eyes. Just try to feel it, ya know?"

"Graffiti has the power to wake up the energy that's asleep in the streets of Tokyo. The Rokkaku Group... the police... they don't know what's up. So let's just cover this whole place in art, yo."

"Yo, you know that dude Hayashi from the Rokkaku police force? That guy is one messed up dude. He's a complete psycho. Watch out for him."

"I heard through the grapevine that some weird-lookin' girl's been hangin' out at Rokkaku-dai Heights."

"So you think Poison Jam is after us?"

"We gotta get the Doganzaka Hill goddess statue that Poison Jam took. We better hurry, or things are gonna get real ugly."

Beat:

"Anything go down while I was gone?"

"I've always thought that thing in Shibuya Terminal was nasty lookin' anyway! Let's do a little redecoration."

"Sometimes, you just gotta get moving or else nothin's gonna get done, yo.

"Hey, I've heard of you. You're one of the GG's, huh? Tell you what... I'll race you. If I can beat you in a race around Doganzaka Hill, then this place belongs to me. Got it?"

"Hope you won't regret that."

"Shibuya Terminal? Now that you mention it, there was this huge guy wandering around there... And fishy graffiti? That sounds familiar, but I didn't really look close enough to see if the graffiti that the fool was paintin' actually looked like a fish or nothin'."

"Hey. Is it true Poison Jam used to cause trouble in Chuo Street under a different name?"

"Rapid 99 of 99th Street. They don't show their faces in public very often. Some say Rapid 99 and Poison Jam are sworn enemies because something big went down a while back. I don't know the details, though. A friend of mine told me that the girls in Rapid 99 are real lookers. I just think he was too scared of 'em to say otherwise. In any case, it ain't gonna be easy to find 'em."

"You meet Rapid 99 yet?"

"Noise Tanks? Never heard of 'em. But we gotta find Yoyo. I'll go through the sewers and check out Kiboganoka Hill."

"Those Immortals really get on my nerves..."

"Crazy stuff is going down all over town! Looks like it's time for a little clean up... GG's style!"

Combo:

"Time to get serious."

"This kid's kinda funny."

"This time we should be able to tell if it's the real one or the fake Yoyo just by talkin' to him, right?"

"That crazy guy?! What're you talkin' about? He looks nothing like me. Besides, we don't got time to deal with that fool. Remember? The Golden Rhinos??"

"Well, they told us to come. Don't look like we got any choice."

"There are some things that you can only feel when you're out in the streets, you know?"

"What's this?! Who's been sprayin' these ugly tags on my turf?! Hmph. I'm guessin' it was you... Its on! If you loose, you're gonna be answerin' to me from now on, punk!"

"You think you can do this too? Let's see it!"

"Man, you're not all that. Here, I'll show you one more time."

"The deep end of the sewers is closed off because it's contaminated. At least, that's what I heard..."

"Hey, why you gotta go out and get a dog?! There's only one thing I hate more than dogs, and that's goldfish."

"I heard Rapid 99 used to run under a leader named Cube..."

"Thing that ticks me off most is, the Immortals ain't worth all this talk and trouble. I wonder if they got somethin' to do with Yoyo's disappearance?"

"There's a bunch of real big guys with real big attitudes causin' a big scene over on Highway Zero. Maybe they might know something about the Noise Tanks. Man, where the hell is Yoyo?!"

Rynth:

"What is UP with Yoyo, anyway?!"

"Hey, Graffiti Souls are a big commodity, right?"

"I don't care if it's a golden rhino or a blue hippo, I'll send 'em right back to the zoo where they belong."

"What's their master plan? I mean, the Golden Rhinos don't seem like their just out here to run the streets, you know what I'm sayin'?" (This quote was spelled like this in game. From my knowledge it should be "they're just out here...")

"Here comes Gouji. Let's end this."

"Did you get all the Graffiti Souls? We still got a full laundry list of things to take care of, you know."

"Hehehe... So this is your hideout."

"Poison Jam are... kinda cute!"

"Is it just me, or does Captain Hayashi not look like he eats his breakfast?"

Poison Jam:

"I don't think Yoyo's that kind of a person."

"I think hes hiding something."

"This feels like a trap. Be careful."

"Someone's after DJ-K?! You sure about that?!"

"Gouji Rokkaku is kinda interesting. But, I think he went a little too far this time..."

"I love everything about Tokyo... even the things I hate."

"Hur hur hur. You want to get rid of us, don't you? Nothing in life is free. You gotta work for it. Beat us in this race and we won't mess with you anymore."

"Har har har!! I told ya'll you were a bunch of wussies!"

Rapid 99:

"ghahah! Next thing you know, you will be all crying like a baby."

"If you can win a flag battle against us, I'll tell you where Poison Jam' s hideout is."

"Suit yourself."

Garam:

"I won't hold back."

"Hey. Keep it real."

"There's this lightning-quick girl over at Kiboganoka Hill. Dunno if she's still there. But man, I gotta say, I'm really trippin' out over Yoyo missin' and all."

"When it comes down to it, the Immortals are just dried up mummies, man. I bet they all nasty under those bandages."

Boogie:

"The Noise Tanks might look strong, but they're like cheap action figures! Just run into them and they fall apart! Oh yeah, that girl from the stadium... I heard she's been lookin' for us. You seen her yet?"

"Aww man..."

"The fortified residential zone... it's directly attached to the underground sewers. Man. I don't like that place at all."

"Is that dude in black even human? My heart's pounding... I don't know why."

"You're never as good as you can be! Don't slack off!"

"Y'all are crazy!"

Jazz:

"This doesn't look good."

"Alright. Stay cool."

"Yeah.... we were a little too laid back this time, I think."

"The fortified residential zone... hey, why don't we pick numbers to decide who goes?"

"It's about time the Rhinos brought things up a notch. We better be ready to get real serious too."

"What the hell IS that big thing, anyway? But, you better watch out for that fool in black..."

"If you get a "Jet" in the Trials, you can even use people who aren't here to take out into the streets."

"You're one of the GG's, right? Then tell this fool that they got the wrong girl! They think I'm one of you guys! So, they dragged me out here and looked what's happened to me!!"

"Hurry up! Tell him that I'm not a GG!!"

Noise Tanks:

"Hey, you're that GG that helped me out! Thanks for that man. Say... there's something that I've been wondering since then. You wanna find out who's the fastest? I KNOW I can beat you. Let's give it a shot!"

"Alright. Fine. See ya."

"I'll get 'em good no matter what!"

"The more worked up we get about this, the harder it'll be to find what we're lookin' for."

"There's somethin' not right about the way the Golden Rhino's are actin'."

"Why are those Golden Rhinos going after the Radio station? Well, make sure to be on the lookout for Captain Psychopath."

"We gotta save DJ-K! I can't stand listening to this music anymore!"

"If this town could talk, what poetry it would speak..."

"Ready?"

"Practice all you want, it will not make a difference."

"It is not over yet. Prepare yourselves."

"Heh... Go on. Fight!"

"Are you ready?"

Special interactions:

"Sometimes it just doesn't matter how much you practice."

Slate:

"Dude. I'm bored. Entertain me."

"Hmph. What a bore."

"My sources tell me that the Noise Tanks and the Rokkaku Group are in this together. Be careful."

"So is that Clutch guy in with Rokkaku too? Or is he just a little punk?"

"I'm about ready."

"The Golden Rhinos are really startin' to get on my nerves..."

"I got better things to do than play house with Gouji Rokkaku, but man, that big ugly thing has GOT to go."

"Graffiti Souls' sole purpose is to be sought out."

Clutch:

"You're looking for that kid, Yoyo, right? Tell ya what, if you go out and get some Graffiti Soul points... Hey! Wait a sec, you've already got quite a few. Lemme see those... Sucka! Thanks for the Graffiti Souls! See ya around!"

"Hah, hah! I look forward to it!"

"I dunno, but I just don't get what's going on here. Heh..."

"This Gouji Rokkaku dude is pretty funny!"

"Haaaahaha! Tokyo ain't half bad!"

Cube:

"If you can beat me at my own game, I'll leave you alone."

"Suit yourself."

"The fortified residential zone... Unless you're absolutely sure of your skills, you should stay away from that place."

"I've dealt with the Golden Rhinos once before. If you don't take them seriously, you're as good as dead."

"I can't stand even looking at that thing. Its just so... so... damn ugly!"

"Yeah. You just have to try everything with an open mind."

Beat to Corn:

"So you're the leader of the GG's? Heh... How's this sound? If I beat you in a race around Doganzaka Hill, you and your buddies have to answer to me from now on. If you beat me... well, we'll just see when it happens."

"Huuuh? You're so boooring..."

Talking to Beat in the garage before fighting the police:

"Anyway, I'm ready to rock. But what's up with that pooch, eh? Where did ya pick him up? You sure that's not the leader in disguise? Heh heh. Its only a matter of time before I become the leader of the GG's anyway."

Combo to Gum:

"What's this?! Who's been sprayin' these ugly tags on my turf?! Hmph. Was it you, princess? You've been a bad, bad girl. You've better hit me with everything you've got, 'cause I ain't gonna hold back just because you're a girl!!"

"The cue tone get you all jumpy?"

"You liked that, eh? I'll do it again for you."

Yoyo to Rynth:

"You're... like... you know... yo."

"Where'd you come from?"

Gum to Rynth:

Rynth to Beat:

"Cool. Welcome aboard."

"You kinda... smell weird."

Garam to Boogie:

"Hey. I'm next in command around here, little lady. The name's Garam,"

Combo to Boogie:

"This group is growing bigger every day. Fool just dig me, I guess."

Gum to Boogie:

"So you're the one from Kiboganoka Hill, huh? Well, this is the GG's. What you see is what you get. Just be yourself, you'll be cool."

Garam to Jazz:

"Well, um... I... uh... be cool."

"That freak who's been making all those weird tags... you think he's connected with the Golden Rhinos somehow?"

Boogie to Garam:

"Alright. Stay cool."

Jazz to Garam:

"I feel ya, but I think you should try to chill a bit. Keep it together."

Corn to Clutch:

"What a fool. But the fortified residential zone... that's deep in the ghetto. And it could be the fake one again..."

Jazz to Clutch:

"Don't push your luck."

Beat to Clutch:

"You just wanted some attention from us, right? Aww..."

Combo to Clutch:

"Man, you're such a jerk I almost like you."

Garam to Clutch:

"One of these days, I'll get you one-on-one! Just you and me, fool!"

Boogie to Clutch:

"Fine. I'll let you off just this once."

Slate to Clutch:

"Heh... Stay outta trouble."

Corn to Yoyo:

"Long time no see, bro."

Clutch to Yoyo:

"So you're that Yoyo guy, huh? Heh..."

Jazz to Yoyo:

"So, you're the real deal, huh? 'Sup. I'm Jazz."

Combo to Yoyo:

"You gonna go and try to get back into shape, huh?'

Garam to Yoyo:

"Heh... I caused enough havoc for the both of us while you were gone, bro."

Rynth to Yoyo:

"The most unbelievable stuff was happening while you were gone! Hehehe..."

Yoyo to Slate:

"Hey, sorry about all that, yo. My bad. But thanks to those fools, I'm all out of shape now. Maybe I'll go out and cause a little havoc to warm up, yo."

Yoyo to Jazz:

"Man, things have sure gotten busier sice I was last here?"

Gum to Beat:

"That fool dressed in black who's been hanging around Chuo Street... now that I think about it, you guys kinda look alike."

Clutch to Beat:

"In times like this, you won't fall as long as you look where you're going. Heh heh."

Garam to Beat:

"Hey, you know that guy everyone's been saying looks like you? Well, is it you?"

There is some cutscene dialogue missing from these lines. If I can find all the cutscenes, then I'll be sure to add them.

#jsrf #long post #jsrf beat #jsrf yoyo #jsrf corn #jsrf gum #Youtube

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goodlawman · 4 years ago

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HH: Have you an' Boyd evah been more'n friends? Sometimes ya looka each other an' is got a feel to it dat ain't about diggin' coal.

The rule was all toys were picked up before bedtime but since it was Raylan’s shin meeting the edge of his daughter’s table that caused the chaotic cascade of Legos, well, that was on him. A brief detour from Willa’s bedroom upstairs to the kitchen where the two adults figured on bills for the month and who got what. The joys of being old enough to own property and work a job. Willa’s table sat off to the side but with Raylan’s height and a tiny table, he missed it entirely as he went to close the living room blinds.

He’d yet to figure out if Beth’s small feet and light walk truly made for sneakiness of which a ninja would be jealous or if he was losing his edge. Raylan hoped it was the former rather than the latter, figuring it would be a compliment to them both. Either way, he didn’t realize her presence migrated from kitchen to living room until he heard her voice reminiscent of ocean waves rolling up on shore while the world quieted respectfully as night drew round.

Raylan scooped up one last handful of Legos and dumped it into one of the plastic bins beneath the table. As he did so, he picked up a set of small rectangular magnets from the junior scientist kit Art and Leslie Mullins sent for Willa’s fifth birthday. “Left that letter mixed up in the bills, huh? I’m gonna have to get one of those agendas like the school gives the kids just to keep track of myself anymore.” Raylan and Winona were blessed with an active child but with that activity came enough scheduling that made Raylan wonder how he got by before.

Right. The question. Raylan appreciated the way Beth found things to ask that were not usual, questions that led to long nights and a bottle of Wild Turkey, honest thoughts and civil debate. She didn’t take it easy on him and he appreciated she never had. Still it was one that didn’t see much time outside of his mind, something he chose to tuck away and not idle on too much once he found an explanation that suited him. Them. Him and Boyd. She would pick up on the hesitation but given the serious nature of their relationship, he did see how she was owed an answer given the presence of the other man even peripherally by written correspondence he left laying haphazardly behind.

“First year at Vanderbilt, one of the classes I was required to take involved the philosophy of thinking critically. Of course they scheduled it for early on a Monday so it does cast a suspicious light on how much they expected out of us,” Raylan said as he leaned back against the doorframe, the corner of his mouth moving up slightly in amusement. “One morning Professor Goodnote comes in and without any preamble, he settles on his desk at the front of this class and says, ‘I want all of you to name famous soulmates’. People are shouting out names like Cleopatra and Marc Antony, Romeo and Juliet, Buttercup and Wesley, types like that. After it starts quieting down, people running out of ‘em, Goodnote asks us to think on the names we just heard and consider what makes ‘em so. It was quiet for a while but someone finally says one thing: ‘romance’.”

Raylan held up a finger. “Now Goodnote, that’s the answer he was expecting. So he gets up, writes those two words on the board. Soulmates and romance. Then he asks, ‘what makes soulmates specifically romantic?’” A high school English teacher with no room for another interpretation and likely to fail you for doing so in Raylan’s case but at the time, he was sure that wasn’t the case of everyone. “Someone else finally speaks up, saying that no matter what, no matter who tried to come between them or what tried to pull them apart, their bond was stronger and they found a way back. Goodnote looked satisfied with the answer until he asked us another question: ‘why can’t that apply to any kind of bond?’

One small rectangular magnet in each hand, Raylan held them up for Beth. “Both the same, right? Got their positive and negative poles, became magnets by the same process. Alike in a lot of ways except...” He trailed off, turning the positive poles towards each other and then the negative ones. Each time the magnets resisted each other the closer they got. Then he turned one so the positive pole faced the negative. The two magnets clacked together, firmly stuck on one another.

“There is a lot Boyd and I got in common. I have never been ignorant of that. Dirt poor and criminal fathers, raised hands and harsh words, escaping our little holler in the pages of a book, our ticket to anywhere else being knowledge. Past that, the men we became, we shaped ourselves with the realization that no one had to live in the skin we did except for us.” He held the joined magnets out to Beth, looking past them to meet her gaze. “No matter what happened to us along the way, we still came from the same place and we had a lot in common. We dug coal together, spent long hours down in those mines at each other’s back. Ultimately we drew from the same pool of life experiences and we made our choices were we were headed. Had we headed to the same place, well, story might’ve ended there.”

Raylan fell silent for a moment, the past weighing heavy in that moment. “That was never meant to be. Instead the outlaw and the lawman grew up together. Different paths but ones that nonetheless bring us back to the other over and over again. A bond that won’t break.”

#v;; road less travelled #p;; interrogation #brooklynislandgirl

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thecloversandtherosethorns · 2 years ago

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Silver's Letters

These are some of the last Letters Silver wrote to her father before she passed. They're taken from different times in her life and dont have any exact dates. But they are in order basicly. There might be more letters in between them too but this is what we have for now:>

Hello again dad. A bit of a long time since i've written to you. Everything around here has been crazy! I've finally moved together with Anthony! U know the one that I talked abt so much before?? We met again after highschool or maybe in it or something? He is doing so much better now!! It almost doesnt show at all that he's been sick. Maybe only his eyes can tell. They look a bit too knowledgeable for anyone's good. I feel like mine can look like that too sometimes. As if my resting face is just hella depressed, but im not!!! My face never rests for long!! U not being able to be beside me won’t stop me dad!! I'll live the best life ever and u'll be able to read it all if you want to<3 Me and Anthony found a place near St. Magdalena or something like that. Its a rather new city, with very good hospital peeps if u can pay for em. Not that we need that anymore since Anthony is okay now^^ Its pretty but, a bit noisy here. It'll probably calm whenever u become king. In the meantime we'll wear soundblockers;3 and be just fine^^

-Goodbye for now. Hope ur okay. Gotta go to Tony now

Dad!!! Dibdsksb oh The First!! I purposed!!! He said yes!!! Me and Anthony are getting MARRIEEEED oh my god!!!!! He was blushing and crying and i was blushing and crying and oh RCD!!! I really hope u can come! I'll send and invitation with the envelope!! But hey, if u cant then no one will hold it against you dad! Ur always with me! Even tho it only goes one wayX3 Mom never stopped stressing how much love you would give if you were here. Like, she literally still gives me the double amount of hug-time than other parents ever would. Just to give a hug from u to me as well. She's awsome. But damn. I think i'll give her an extra hug too. She was so happy for us!! But i could see an undertone of longing. Or remembering. But ye see ya! Gotta plan a wedding!!

-love, ur daughter, soon to be a wife!

DAD UR A GRANDFATHER NOW!!!!! me and Anthony's son Michael was born yesterday!! He has mom's eyes!!! And our freckles!!! He also has Anothony's spotted ears. We dont know abt his hair yet since he's such a tiny lil alien blob. But he's mine so he is beyond loved and accepted! I just hope I can be a good mother.. I really really hope i can. I bet i will!!! Especially with the help of mom!! And Anthony!! Awwwww he's a father now aaaa. U must feel old now grampsX3

-Love, ur daughter, busy being a mom!

Dad.. To be honest i feel off. I've been feeling off for months now. I think my balance ain't too great. In life i mean. Mom passed away too... I think she wrote to you. I dont wanna get this paper soaked. So back to my balance. We have a 3 year old in the house now. He is a true light! Shining and running around. His smile is absolutely adorable. I see so much of Anthony in the little boy. He says he sees alot of me in all his energy. But again. I think i've lost it a bit. Or i am still losing it? Idk. I think i am working too much. But we need income right? So i cant just not either. I need to feed my 2 little guys. Anthony is working too! He needs to set his feet up high after work tho. Nothing too bad he says. So i really dont think its that bad. I just hope it NEVER escalates or something . .

-Love, Silver

Hi dad. I- Anthony is sick. He cant go anywhere anymore. Sometimes he gets in his wheelchair and plays a bit with Michael, but mostly he's in bed. He is in pain. My love is in pain dad! And idk what to do! I am working my ass off! Trying to take care of Michael too! I am so tired dad. So so tired. I can't get the money Anthony needs. The work payment here is bad. I never realized, but the more dependant we got on our income it seemed to get more and more hopeless. We can't get enough to move either. No matter what we sell or gain. How did i end up here? A 6 year old child and a husband thats... Dying. H-how.. What am i suppost to do? I wish you were here dad! I wish that bitch would let you go!! I hope... You're okay.. Or better than this.. Or idk.. I just hope and pray that someday, me and you can take care of Anthony, take a walk to the playground with michael, and light candles at mom's gravestone.. Wouldn't that be nice dad?

-Love, ur daughter, Silver

. . Hi dad. This is the last letter i write. Not because i dont like writing them, but because, after this there will be nothing more for me to write. Anthony hasn't gotten any better. We still dont have the money to help him. I have no energy left. I can't even stop Mike from crying. He misses his dad. I am a ghost of myself dad. I dont have mom's guidance either. Dear RCD i miss her.. I've always been used to her being here, for me, with me. I can't get over it. I know its silly. As if i'm still just a child... I guess i still am.. Dad.. I am so sorry. I am so sorry i never get to meet you. To give you a pure and proper hug.. I think under the exterior you've made urself as the king, there is a man in great pain. The Borders of the ghost gang here. They're so violent.. I hope Anthony and Mike will be okay after this.. You'll take care of them if you see them right? Promise me. Just like i promised to never give up on ur kindness to mom. And even though i've doupted it after you became king, im still writing to u. So.. I never gave that up. Not even now, when i am giving your daughter up. Her lost life will give the rest of her family enough money. Anthony will be able to get a perminant surgery, and Mike and him will be able to get away from this dump! I will watch over them...

Dad. Just know that even tho u never got the chance to be there for me. You.. You were always here.. Truly. I've ventelated so much to you with these letters over the years. I think you know even more than mom ever did. Not just because she died but, yeah. Its not because of ur absence that you're losing me.. I've just lost the battle so many times. I can’t rise. Not like you and mom. I've never seen your strength in action, but mom said she never matched ur strength. and she was so strong.. I'm sorry you ended up with this child as cliche as it sounds. I am sorry... I will never know.. Dad.. I will never know how good your hugs are.. Or what you're favorite tea that Oscar makes actually smells like. Mom said she never got them right like Oscar did. I will never know how you've been.. How it was.. Living in that prison.. I will never know what your favorite TV show is today.. I will never see you in person. Mom said you had long fluffy hair.. Do you still have that? Heh. We share eyes too. I think they're both very tired. I just hope that u can stay alive for Mike or.. Something. Not do what i am doing.. Dad. I truly and utterly love you. From the bottom of my heart i do. I hope and pray that someone will show you that you deserve proper good love. I am sorry that person will never be me. Goodbye dad. I love you.

-Sincerely, your daughter, Silver Rosethorn Clover

#original character #sad boi hours #family tragedy #letters

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Buster & Rio

Buster: Breakfast? Rio: What's on the menu? Buster: All sorts by the looks Buster: I can't take no credit, like, it's all the girl from last night's doing Rio: At least you were honest Rio: but I'll stay here then Buster: At least come and grab a plate for them Buster: There's shit loads Rio: Just save some Rio: I'm not dealing with the second-hand embarrassment of your morning-after Buster: She's not that bad Buster: And she's not staying long Rio: Bit weird Rio: and trust, she'd rather I didn't Buster: Only 'cause you're making it like that Buster: Don't Buster: Come and eat Rio: Was only next door, you know Rio: not dying to put a face to the voice Rio: 😶 Buster: Suit yourself Buster: Not sorry one of us had a good night Buster: And especially that it was me Rio: Fuck off Rio: don't gloat Rio: not room in the bed for 4 Buster: Shame Buster: Plenty of room in here Rio: Shut up or I'll send them down Rio: swarm of locusts would be preferable Buster: Not much of a threat when it solves my problem Buster: Couldn't get rid of this girl any faster myself Rio: thought she weren't that bad Buster: Doesn't mean I want her getting comfortable Buster: You ain't that bad some of the time but still fuck me off Rio: 😂 Rio: Doubt she's bought her toothbrush, babe Buster: She doesn't need to in order to outstay her welcome, believe me Rio: Dickhead Rio: let her finish her breakfast first, at least Buster: why should I? Buster: Didn't ask her to make it and she got what she really came for Rio: She still did though Rio: Roll with the punches, kid Buster: Says you hiding under the bed covers Buster: I already said my thanks Rio: What have I got to thank her for?! Buster: Breakfast, if I've gotta Rio: I see what you're trying to do Rio: but I'm not scaring her off for you Rio: perfectly capable yourself Buster: And you reckon you're the polite one Rio: I didn't fuck her Rio: not my problem, or responsibility Buster: Dramatic Rio: says you Rio: wanting to make this into a full cast production Rio: poor girl Buster: I was just trying to give you some fucking pancakes or whatever Rio: some fucking pancakes Rio: 😂 Buster: Shut up Rio: You're funny Buster: Obviously Buster: Got many talents Rio: Spare me the list Rio: barely opened my eyes here Buster: Coffee's on Rio: 👍 Rio: you owe me bed delivery Buster: Do I have to fetch and carry for them as well? Rio: they aren't awake but waft some fucking pancakes under their noses and they'll love you forever Buster: I don't owe you that big Buster: In fact, you owe me for last night's heroics. Becoming a habit for you, ain't it Rio: Technically, Edie owes you Rio: take it up with her, like Buster: I told you, I didn't do it for her Rio: Reckon it's more of a habit for you to offer up your services then Rio: but fine, what you want? Buster: I'll think about it Rio: You can have a bonus on the cab money Buster: I don't need that Rio: What do you need? Rio: Already know your silverware's stocked Buster: No rush is there, you don't have anywhere to be until this girl leaves Rio: Would be shaming for you and her if we beat her to the door, yeah Rio: up your game Buster: Enjoy your coffee, babe Buster: You know I don't feel shame Rio: Evidently not Buster: You've got it covered for us both though, like Rio: You what? Buster: You can come out now Buster: She's gone Buster: Stop cringing Rio: That's different Rio: Not my shame to own Buster: There's no shame for none of us to own Rio: You reckon? Buster: Yeah Rio: She's walking it rn Buster: Says you Buster: She's going home happy Rio: You let her take a doggy bag? Rio: Thoughtful Buster: Fuck off Rio: Chill Buster: Chill yourself Buster: Back on the judgement this early Rio: I ain't judging her Rio: empathizing Buster: Whatever Buster: Don't compare me to the cunts you hook up with, cheers Rio: How do you know they're cunts Buster: It doesn't take a genius Rio: Fuck off Rio: and I'm being judgy Buster: Not fun being on the receiving end, is it? Rio: Whatever Rio: Didn't call out your taste Buster: Only 'cause you know it's decent Rio: Decent and expensive aren't always mutually exclusive Buster: I know Rio: Made it to Sunday Rio: got any sins to confess? Buster: Not yet Buster: Still early enough Rio: That's the spirit Rio: Just glad I'm going back with both of 'em and nothing too horrific to hide from the parentals Buster: You're welcome Rio: Claiming that win as entirely your own are you? Buster: As good as Buster: What good were you, like Rio: Ha Rio: you'd have found out if I weren't here Rio: welcome from the drama I saved you from, wanker Buster: Yeah yeah Rio: 🙄 Buster: What you doing today besides giving me grief? Rio: Nothing Rio: Just chillin' 'til we leave Rio: what're you up to? Buster: Football Buster: Come and cheer me on if you want, I know you love it Rio: Ha Rio: Idk, is any of your team fit? Buster: Only the captain Rio: Unless you're coming out and this is the love story of the century Rio: shut up Rio: Indie'd be about it though so why not, time to kill Buster: Alright Buster: Try not to let the enthusiasm go to my head Rio: If you wanted a WAG reckon you just let her leave 🤷 Buster: You're really gutted she's gone, aren't you? I'll give you her number Rio: Funny Rio: as if you've got it saved Buster: Fair Buster: Can't deny that Rio: Mhmm Rio: got your number, McKenna Buster: You wish, babe Buster: No need to go that far Rio: Deny it all you want Rio: 1-0 to me Buster: How do you reckon you scored? Rio: Being generous and just counting from the numbers bit Rio: we know there's been plenty more before but don't reckon you was on top of your game so Buster: Always at the top of my game Rio: Good to know Buster: Didn't see that one coming, with all your insider knowledge? Rio: Had my suspicions but consider it a free kick or whatever Buster: 'Course you did Rio: You can't be surprised? Buster: Nothing surprising about you, babe Buster: I know what I'm getting Rio: Fuck off Rio: Call you basic ONE time Rio: let it go 😏 Buster: Who's gonna make me, you? Buster: Like to see it Rio: I know you would Buster: Scaredy-cat Rio: Nah Buster: Sounds like it Rio: Dunno what you're hearing then Rio: Not me Buster: Prove it Rio: Alright Rio: How? Buster: You tell me Buster: You're the one bossing me about like Buster: Thinking you can tell me anything Rio: Clearly love it Rio: Given you the chance to take control and you've chickened out Buster: 'Cause you're not ready for it, babe Rio: You reckon? Buster: I know Buster: Been giving you chances since you got here Rio: You're crazy Buster: You reckon? Rio: not 100% on that one Buster: At least you're admitting that Rio: Only fair Rio: as you went first there Buster: 😇 Rio: Bit late for that 😂 Buster: Stop trying to get me to church, I see you Rio: You need Jesus! Buster: He needs me Buster: I'm good Rio: Sure he wants you on his team Rio: Idiot 😏 Buster: Who could fill pews faster? Buster: Got girls praying I'll look their way as is Rio: I'm ignoring you now Rio: That's blasphemy and bullshit Buster: Can you? Buster: Good luck Rio: Easy Buster: Go on then Rio: I'm coming down to get food Buster: Need an excuse already Buster: You're shit at this Rio: No, I'm telling you so you vacate Buster: Why would I make it that easy, you've got that covered, so you reckon Buster: I won't even be a distraction like, you're that good at ignoring me, yeah? Rio: I don't need you staring at me Rio: creeper Buster: Just want Rio: Obviously not or I woulda asked you to stay Buster: Obviously you're trying to save face 'cause you couldn't ignore me if you tried Rio: Eurgh Rio: Can't say I didn't try and warn you Rio: I look like hell so enjoy 🖕 Buster: Relax, I'm going Buster: Don't need to see the state of you Rio: Thanks Buster: Purely selfish act Buster: Trying to keep my breakfast down Rio: Changed your tune Buster: She's gone now I can admit it tasted alright Rio: Funny Buster: Accurate Rio: You chat such a load of shite Buster: Should be easy to ignore then Buster: Step your game up, babe Rio: Polite, ain't I Rio: and you're loud, so Buster: More fool you Buster: And none of you are giving me peace & quiet, thanks Rio: You want me to ignore you? Rio: Come tomorrow, wish granted, like Buster: Thank Christ Buster: Can't come soon enough Rio: You and your heroics Rio: Gotta stop offering, like Rio: Learnt your lesson? Buster: I can't help how desperate you are Buster: Gotta sort that yourself Rio: Please Rio: Had it all handled Buster: Nah Buster: You're chatting shite now Rio: Never know now Rio: Hypothetical, init Buster: All I know is you can say please to me next time Rio: Already thinking 'bout the next time Rio: who's desperate? Buster: Gotta Buster: I know what you're like Rio: No gotta about it, boy Buster: Says you Buster: I'm not that cunt Rio: I am? Rio: Charmer Buster: I never said that Buster: I'm just saying I'm not sorry for giving a shit when you come to me needing it Rio: Okay Buster: You sure about that or you wanna take the piss some more? Rio: I weren't Rio: just defending myself Buster: Whatever Rio: It ain't Rio: but you know, IOU Rio: good on my word, whatever you think Buster: Easy to say when I haven't asked for anything yet Rio: Yeah Rio: Try me Buster: When I know what I want, I will Rio: Cool Rio: Know where I am Buster: Yeah

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beastbitten · 1 year ago

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It was a part of his life that he couldn't seem to leave behind, often laying his head down at night only to have his parents and little sister appear, seeing their terrified faces as they look at him. He hadn't even been able to see his sister before he'd been kicked out, he didn't know what his parents had told her, she had to know something, didn't she? What about everyone else? How did his parents explain his sudden disappearance? Did they say he'd gone to university? Got a job elsewhere? Or maybe something else. He didn't mind never seeing his mother and father again, but his sister -- - all he wanted to do was find her and pull her tight into his arms and protect her from the whole world. That was what he'd always wanted, hence why he'd put himself in harm's way on the night they'd been attacked. But now? He wasn't sure he couldn't handle it if she looked at him with fear in her eyes.

The thought was hardly a welcome one, his head nodding a little as his gaze failed him, dropping down as he tried to busy himself with an idle stroke of his moustache. "Yeah..." He agreed a little more somberly, his jaw tightening as he tried to force a smile on his face and look back at Jack. He seemed to understand, more so than the Texan could have hoped for from -- - anyone, really. It was a foreign yet not wholly unwelcoming feeling, even if he was still terrified of how quick it could all slip away.

"Are... are you used to it? All this? The... the fear, the guilt...?" He managed to stop himself from continuing the list, lightly biting down onto the inside of his cheeks for a moment. "Sorry, I... I don't mean to bother like this." It was still something he was trying to wrap his head around, meeting someone like him, whether they were carbon copies or not, it was more than he'd ever had before.

"So... what 'bout vampires? They ain't real, right? Witches? Faeries? All that stuff?" Was it wrong that all of his knowledge about them came from books, shows and movies? Though the notion that there was so much more out there than he'd realised was still a lot for Ethan to try and wrap his head around. Half wondering if Jack was right, was he better just not knowing since there was no going back?

Ignorance was supposed to be bliss, as the saying went -- - right?

At least he'd been able to reassure the man about his English, quietly trying to remind himself not to go full Texan on the poor guy if he wanted him to understand a single word he said. Though he hadn't lived there for two decades now, his accent becoming a little bit more tame as time passed, but he did find that if he was tired, his full accent tended to sneak out again.

"American Movies, huh? Musta been a surprise seein' the place for yourself? Ain't all white picket fences 'n' apple pies. Well... not in every place, at least." It had been more like that where he'd grown up, the picture-perfect family life from the outside. Though things weren't always what they appeared, he and Jack knew that better than most, he imagined.

"I, uh... I try not to interact with folks too much. Better that way... keep 'em safe, y'know?" Even if one of his fears was that they'd find out what he was and despise him for it. What was worse? Being hated or being feared? To him, he was leaning more towards the latter. Ducking his head down a little as he followed, his shoulders hunched, automatically trying to make himself as small as possible as if that was even possible at 6'3". "And other... y'know, werewolves? I don't got much idea how meetin' another one goes down. I dunno, I figured some might not be as, uh... welcomin' to some stranger on their turf, or somethin'?" Though he did have to laugh under his breath. "Jesus... I ain't got a damn clue."

jack waved his hand almost DISMISSING it . ethan had not upset him . not in the slightest . it was always good to reflect on these things right ? to think about these things . jack let his mouth curl into a wide smile , eyes soft for a long second before then he tilted his head . listening to what ethan said about his own family .

sometimes , jack got wrapped up in his own family drama that he forgot that there were others out there was just as complicated relationships with their parents . jack made to say something about going back to them , but stopped himself . he was in no place to say anything about families . not when his own was COMPLICATED && he didn't know ethan's . he silently nodded , tucking away his thoughts for another time .

❝ parents rarely have good reactions to things that change us , ❞ he said quietly && sagely before deflating . thoughts started entwining like branches around his head && he wanted to tell ethan everything . to tell him about the world && it's HIDDEN MONSTERS . to tell him about his life in mexico . to tell him what had cursed him in the first place . he wanted to bare his soul to this man , even though he had only just met him .

jack felt like he could trust ethan . && so far , his gut instincts had never veered him wrong there .

it had been a long time since he had found another werewolf to talk to . or at least wanted to listen to him . it had been a while LONGER since anyone had taken any active interest in him . just him . not the wolf side of him . not what he could do for others . not his curse or his family . but him . just jack . him alone .

it was a rare thing .

don't mess this up .

❝ i know you do , ❞ jack said quietly . ❝ but saying that it is not a punishment is easier than believing that sentiment , no ? ❞ he offered a smile . ❝ it takes time , but SOON , it'll just be something you are used to instead of something you're afraid of , && something you hate . ❞

hypocrite . liar . the internal voice that nagged at his ear was back . jack grimaced slightly at the thought before proceeding with his train of thought . interrupted only when ethan asked what else was out there .

a smile broke across his features . ❝ i'll write a list , but there's a lot . might be easier to list the things that don't exist . mothman , bigfoot && surprisingly , mermaids don't exist , ❞ he said . ❝ it might be easier not ... finding out what lurks in the shadows . once you see them , you kind of NEVER go back . ❞

there's a beat that passes between them when jack brought up the fact that he wasn't in a POSITION of PRIVILEGE to be figuring out if his emotions triggered a transformation . there was a rush of gratitude that washed over him . an understanding that they walked similar but different paths . ethans experience would not be like jacks . && vice versa . the mention that jack had good english made him smile . lips curling with ease. ❝ well i do practise . && i watch a lot of huh ... american movies , ❞ he said joking . okay not so much a joke . he may have spent one too many summers in his teen years OBSESSED with john hughes movies .

jacks grin grew wider when ethan agreed to a burger . he shuffled to his feet , hands tucking into his pockets . ❝ i'm STARVED , i haven't eaten today --- && of course , why would i do such a thing ? have people been that unkind to you ? ❞ jack gestured for ethan to follow , clearing the way from the woods where they had been .

#wirwolff #𝙞𝙘 #𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚: 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦; 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Buster & Rio

Buster: Sleep well? Rio: Not a wink Buster: Told you to come in here but won't say I told you so as well, like Rio: Still not convinced that's the great idea you're painting it as Rio: Anyway, had to keep an eye on 'em regardless of comfort Rio: Not so your stuff was safe, don't get it twisted Buster: Suit yourself Buster: They're asleep now, yeah? So coffee or tea? Rio: Like friggin' babes Rio: butter wouldn't melt, okay bitches Rio: You offering or you got staff for that? Rio: 😉 Buster: Capable of pressing a button Buster: Sorry to shatter your illusions Rio: Jokes, babe Rio: Coffee, though, tah Buster: Yeah, well, you weren't the only one kept up by the youngers Buster: Sense of humor is heavily tied to mood Rio: Aww, so grumpy Rio: thank your lucky stars you don't live with 'em Buster: Do you want butler service or do you want me to spit in this cup? Think on Rio: After being treated with an insight into your sexual health? Not taking my chances Rio: 😬🤐 Buster: Behave Rio: What can I say? Bed company I'm keeping Buster: I have no idea if you meant that or if it was a typo for bad Buster: Too tired to decode you right now Rio: No typos with these tired eyes Rio: Didn't fancy your 'rents finding any of us lounging on their sofas Buster: Well, as you can see, babe, not an issue Buster: Catch them doing the opposite at the office Rio: Foresight's a bitch Rio: and Indie kicks in her sleep Buster: Not too late to take me up on my offer Buster: Get your head down, they don't need watching now Rio: You started the coffee yet? Buster: All these fancy settings, takes me a while to figure them out, like Buster: Go Rio: Settles that then Buster: Catch you later Rio: You should Buster: Yeah Rio: Might cheer you up Buster: You wish, babe Buster: You ain't that good at handling people Rio: Yeah I am Rio: but shh, sleep now Buster: Pleasant dreams Rio: Backatcha Rio: [A nap later] Rio: You 'rents are back, sleepyhead Buster: Typical Buster: Get one of them to put the coffee back on then Rio: Debating waking them up and making it a party Rio: nothing having 'em running back to the office faster 😏 Buster: But we'd have to deal when they've gone Buster: Do you really fancy that? Rio: A fair point Rio: Get up then Rio: Me here making awkward small talk like they weren't shocked to see me omw to the loo Rio: Fair Buster: You're not selling it Buster: Reckon I'll stay here Rio: Don't be a prick! Rio: I'm dying Rio: they're your parents Buster: They know where my room is if they wanna act like it Rio: I'll let 'em know Rio: know you're alone and decent so Rio: as decent as you can be Buster: Cheers Rio: are they still asleep forreal? not heard nothing? Buster: 'Course Buster: No waking them Rio: Christ Rio: Good thing I didn't book us on an early back Buster: Not just a pretty face Rio: So charming Buster: I know Buster: You coming back or what? Rio: That wouldn't be weird to explain at all Buster: Bet mum and dad are already rushing around Buster: They'll be gone again soon Rio: Alright, know-all Buster: Like you said, I do live with them Rio: True Rio: Still Buster: Suit yourself, babe Buster: Did they make you coffee or just talk at you the whole time? Rio: They had time for coffee Rio: s'good Rio: you want? Buster: Yeah Rio: You coming down here or Buster: Bring it me Rio: Lazy Buster: Is that a yeah or a nah? Buster: Don't want it over my head, like Rio: Your bed was comfy so Rio: just this once Buster: Cheers Buster: Not the kind of compliment I'm used to waking up to but I'll take it Rio: Well, you kicked her out before she had the chance so Buster: She's got my number, she'll call back Rio: 1-800-GIMMESELFESTEEM Rio: Shaming Buster: You got all that from a perfume spritz and a glance as she passed, yeah? Buster: Very astute Rio: No, I'm saying, if she calls back, then its obvious what she needs Rio: and it ain't you Rio: and a spritz is generous for the bottle she showered in Buster: No if Buster: She'll be calling Buster: 'Cause yeah, it is obvious what she needs, you had that much right Rio: Disgusting Rio: You're obvious, that's for sure Buster: What's wrong with that? Rio: Nothing Rio: if you're fine with being basic then that's cool Buster: Fuck off Buster: Who do you think you are Rio: Touchy Buster: Nobody could blame me Buster: I've been proper nice to you Rio: Well, I was only joking Rio: You do need this coffee Buster: Not denying it Rio: I appreciate it, alright Rio: I'll wake 'em up and we'll be out of your hair Buster: I know Buster: I'm not saying you have to go Rio: s'alright Rio: can't commandeer Nance's room all weekend, lazy hoes Buster: Not like she needs it Buster: And we all need more sleep, wouldn't be such a moody cunt else, would I? Rio: True.. safe to say she wasn't vibing Brixton Jamm's hip-hop night, like Rio: Idk your life, boy 😏 Buster: Finally admitting you don't know everything, is it? Buster: You must be tired Rio: Not the same thing as admitting defeat Rio: just so you know Buster: 'Course Buster: When are you proper thinking of going back? Rio: as long as they're in school monday morning, we're sweet Rio: not that it'd be the first time either of 'em were a no-show but you know, promised Ma Buster: 😇 Buster: Where they dragging you tonight, so I can be prepped in case one of them does a runner again Rio: idk, we got as far in the plan as they wanted to go shopping today but Rio: doesn't seem likely now Buster: Did you wanna or you just the babysitter? Rio: never gonna turn down shopping Rio: but they wanna hit carnaby, camden, which ain't really my scene, nah Buster: Even you've got more taste than that, like Buster: If you wanna throw the word basic around throw it their way first Rio: Umm piss off 🖕 Rio: They're allowed to be tourists if they wanna, they are Buster: And I'm allowed to take the piss if I wanna, 'cause I ain't Rio: If you're looking to impress with your LDN knowledge, take the actual and become a cabbie Rio: Useful, if one of 'em does a bunk again Buster: Piss off yourself Buster: I've done my good turn Rio: Yeah, ride that one to Christmas, like Buster: As the only ride I got last night was to a shitty postcode, I will Buster: You heading to Italy for that coffee or what, like? Can't get the staff Rio: Poor baby rich boy Rio: I had to say bye to your parents Rio: One of us had to be polite Buster: Why? Rio: 'cos word travels fast in this fam Rio: can't be a bad guest Buster: Says you Buster: They didn't know you were a guest, so they won't be shouting any of this about Rio: Had thought you'd drop 'em a text at least when you said it was fine Buster: No fun in that though Rio: 🙄 Rio: Can't with you Buster: Can't what? Buster: Other than keep up, like Rio: Pah Rio: Who's still in bed? Buster: Don't play that you don't wanna be Buster: Proper cosy you were Rio: I already said Rio: comfy bed Buster: Yeah right Rio: What else? Buster: Not being kicked, of course, always an advantage Buster: And then there's how fucking good I look, and smell, despite the blonde's best efforts Rio: And with your rep, too Rio: 😂 reckon there's no room for me now you've moved your ego in Buster: You're tiny enough to make it work Rio: I'm not small Rio: you're freakishly large Buster: It's both, babe Buster: No saving your ego on that one Rio: 😾 Buster: You make it work too Rio: Cheers Rio: Your proportions aren't that circus freak, really Buster: I know Buster: No complaints here Rio: as if you're listening regardless Buster: Have a job not to hear, like Buster: Me and the neighbours Rio: 😷 Rio: Please Rio: too early for that Buster: Speaking of, I think one of 'em moving about up here Buster: You might get to shop after all Rio: Hooray Rio: Least they're definitely alive Buster: How long for is debatable, sounds like they're moving for Nance's en-suite with some speed Rio: 😑 Rio: can't take 'em anywhere Rio: really wanna spend tomorrow cleaning up the pig stye your making Rio: thanks lads Buster: The cleaner will deal Buster: All bants aside we've got one Rio: I will do it Rio: don't be stupid Buster: Don't be so stubborn Buster: I'll slip her some extra cash and she'll be buzzing Buster: Standard Rio: I'm not gonna just leave it but she can get it up to standard when I no doubt fail, yeah Buster: Now you're being stupid Rio: I am not Rio: this ain't a hotel Buster: You're a non-paying guest even more reason to leave it Buster: This is literally her job Rio: doesn't mean I've got to make it harder for her Rio: it's not a big deal Buster: You ain't Buster: Nance is literally the messiest person alive Buster: She won't bat an eyelid at those two Rio: Is it? Rio: You'd never know, Miss professional Rio: anyway Buster: She reckons it's a dyslexia thing Buster: Excuse if I ever heard one Rio: 😂 Rio: So mean Buster: Still true Rio: I'll give her chance to defend herself and expose you when I next see her Rio: s'all good Buster: 'Course Buster: I won't care I'll have died of thirst 'cause my coffee never came Rio: Drama 👑 Rio: surprised you ain't accused me of putting the silverware in my bag Buster: As much as I can bet your fam runs out all the fucking time, you can afford to replace it yourselves Buster: Hardly the poor relatives Rio: never stopped you playing the snobby one before though Buster: Ain't my fault I'm better than you, babe Rio: 🤢 Buster: And I'm the dramatic one, yeah? Rio: I'm not even, that is genuinely how offensive your little act is Buster: Says you Rio: Yeah Rio: You forgot who I am again? Buster: Nah, but you've forgotten me if you think all this is an act, like Rio: Whatever you say Buster: I know you hear me Rio: I dunno why you wanna be unlikeable Buster: I ain't Buster: Just not trying to attract you, babe Rio: Obviously Rio: but who are you Rio: girls as thoroughbred and long in the face as their ponies? Buster: Why do you care enough to ask the question? Rio: Nothing wrong with curiosity Buster: Nah, but you don't need to be curious about who I'm with or why Rio: I'm not Rio: I just wanna know what you're trying to achieve Buster: Nah, you wanna judge Buster: Already done without chatting about this Rio: And what, can't handle what you dish out? Buster: Fuck off Buster: I can handle you easily Rio: Sounds it Buster: I've proved myself enough to you for one weekend Buster: But go off Rio: Proven the opposite of what you're preaching Rio: hence the curiosity Rio: but forget it Buster: I get it, you're into me Buster: Get in line Rio: Now you're just being ridiculous Buster: Joining you in it, babe Rio: Whatever Rio: I'm going to get ready Buster: Cheers for the update Rio: 🖕 Buster: Sooner you're ready the sooner you can sort them and go Rio: Believe it or not, they're capable of doing that themselves Buster: Sounds like it from here Rio: If you wanna help and get 'em out quicker, point them in the direction of another bathroom, yeah? Buster: And have you call me out again, nah, you're alright Buster: Handle it yourself Rio: Oh my God Rio: fine Buster: Try and keep it down though, I'm going back to sleep

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bubblymiracles · 3 years ago

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i posted to get a motherfucker talk to me ;o) of course i read em convos i got. but convos with other motherfuckers i ain't involved with? and do i motherfucking expect em to know, that weren't part of that convo? nah. i'm happily telling every motherfucker over and over that i don't got no motherfucking clue what and who they's talking on :o)

sometimes i gotta let off mine steam, too, cuz i'm having a reminder to what i see so often in the past couple sweeps. cuz i'm being told off, after telling a motherfucker, yeah try to do that what you talked on, if you got the energy to do that. me lost the energy to do that after a couple failed attempts. am told off by a third party that the motherfucker in question is already doing so much, told to give em some slack. told alla that in some motherfucking accusatory tone of, how do you not know? how you dare feeling bitter bout it? how you dare not make this motherfucker that broke your pusher still your center of attention? ... maybe cuz i wasn't told alla that?

is a difference to just spew words out there, cuz they come to you, and say em again directed at a motherfucker, when needed. to have the patience and say all that again when a motherfucker doesn't know, yet. have the patience to explain what's going on behind alla that. is a difference to telling a motherfucker to just read up their blog. or to act as if their life is common knowledge when you try to engage in a motherfucking convo with em, tho you never talked much to em before

i know you trying to talk to motherfuckers, and you's real sweet on it. also i'm kinda going back and forth, adding and deleting shit on here, and i got a feeling half of this is gonna make you nope out again, as it been the case in the past. i figure i gotta apologize for that ... but am in a ranting mood, and it feels motherfucking good to get alla that out for once

i'm just as? trying to branch out, at times. talk at motherfuckers that ain't in the same circle i'm in for so motherfucking long. and i feel stupid, cuz i don't know shit, and motherfuckers are always in their lil bubbles of interactions. getting in there is real motherfucking difficult at times? and when i don't know, they's real sour on it. or least it feels as that to me, lotsa times

maybe i'm too fast seeing hits that don't exist. just kinda, trying to talk to motherfuckets turns out real tricky a lot of the times if you don't already know what they's talking on. and at times it makes me think, why even do that. and do they even wanna? but what they's following me for, then? honk. motherfucking questions on questions there

... i guess what i wanna say is (not at you, but as a tl;dr to this rant, to why i been making that post), if a motherfucker got a question, don't attack em for trying to talk at you ... why post some things at all, if not for having a start of a convo?

whatcha mean tho by open posts?

alla this reminds me, imma never read up on a motherfucker's post to know em or their story to get to know em

motherfucking talk to me

yall keep shitposting into the void and pretend to have friends, cuz you read bout em and know what they's bout, and they maybe like a post or two of yours back. hanging at the palmhusk, reading random posts till ya pass out. keep mother fucking pretending

but how many of you actually talk to each other?

#geminidoomed

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moeruhoshi · 6 years ago

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I'm about to fucking clap back, what the actual fuck?

I'm a hardcore NaLu fan and I take major offense to bitches who don't understand that clearly not every single fucking fan theory is because we want Lucy and Natsu to get together.

Might I remind that, no Lisanna wasn't supposed to come back, the director wanted her to but Mashima wasn't planning it. Ultimately he decided to bring her back and I was that immature bitch that got upset. That fucking scene where Mira and Elfman got to see their sister again, y'all that woke me the fuck up, she's much more than a love triangle chara and some people have yet to see that. They can whine all they want, but Lisanna is a cute fucking girl that WE KNOW is so much more than some over the top rival.

It's easy to write her the wrong way in fanfiction BUT DOES THAT MEAN SHIT? Why the fuck are you so hellbent on straightening out NaLu shippers?? What the fuck did we ever do to you? Are you part of the Lisanna protection squad, because I'll glady join to kick out over the top, disrespectful people like you.

And you know why I don't trust Touka? Because my main man Gajeel, who worked for a dark guild and undercover for Raven Tail, DOESN'T FUCKING TRUST HER. She seems a bit off and I'm excited to see where the FUCK IT IS GOING.

And do you know how all copy magic works? Mashima works left and right to come up with different types of magic. In his volume one notes, he explained how he was excited to create so many different types of magic. So we won't fucking know them all. I'm looking forward to see if op is RIGHT because that'd make for a fucking bomb chara that might unleash hell in a funny ass way.

WHO THE FUCK SAID WE WERE TRIGGERED? All I'm upset about is the inability you seem to have that could never fathom a NaLu fan just talking about the manga? Op wasn't being toxic at all, Touka is lowkey shady and if you cant see that then fucking sucks for you. If all she turns out to be is a girl that loves Natsu then COOL FUCKING BEANS. We'll get to see Natsu having to handle a romantic situation, which we never saw before. I'm sure Mashima will leave things on an open end, like he did for Natsu and Lucy, even Erza and Jellal.

(Tbh I was expecting that Jerza ending, Jellal would need more time to be able to meet Erza as the person he wants to become. It's beyond clear they love each other, but you have to look at Jellal's personality to be able to understand why that concluded in such a way. Which I liked because it felt like we knew they were always thinking of each other and would get there some day but I'm getting off topic.)

Which fucking NaLu fan is going around and bullying people, tag em right here and LET THEM KNOW not to get so easily damaged. We have a lot of NaLu artists and writers that just give us the content we dream about, so calm down. Enjoy what we have, because we have a lot. And I'm proud to say I write some of it too.

Not everyone is going to go for major ships. For example, I ship Black Star and Maka and Death the Kid and Maka. It's cute as all fuck. Idk why I do, just ended up thay way. I still love SoMa even if that ain't my fuckin' juice, and i don't get mad at people who ship Soul and Maka BECAUSE you do you.

The best friends to lovers trope is fucking cute. The childhood friends to lovers trope is fucking cute. Normal friends to lovers trope is fucking cute. People see what they relate to or love the most and fucking find the ship that gives them what they want. Not all NaLu fans are fucking nuts. Nor are we fucking threatened. I'm ANNOYED and lowkey triggered when some sideways ass anti thinks they can shit on a group with no fucking knowledge or thought that my salty ass won't come for you.

Gajeel is on alert, therefore I am on alert. Go back to your own fucking corner while I roar all the fuck I want in your face. Learn some shit before you come try and fight us all. You the fucking slime.

Touka’s Real magic

So I’m gonna keep this theory short cuz I am a meme page after all.

I’ve seen some theories here and there and some do go along with this but I’m adding my two sense aswell.

Touka isn’t a water mage.

But I’m positive she still has water mage abilities.

If only there was a magic, that could give you someone water abilities and a tail. There’s is, and those arnt the only thing it gives.

Now, we have to pay attention to the situation in which her tail shows up, it’s as if she just grew it, if she was hiding it there is no reason for it to show now. Now let’s take a look who she was sitting next to.

Lisanna, the animal soul mage, who’s most popular form, yes involves a tail.

Also while she is with Lisanna she claims to be a water mage, something that must be incredibly rare because Juvia is the only one we’ve ever seen.

You see she isn’t a water mage, or some form of cat. She’s a copy mage, much like Gemini or August, she would be able to copy another mages power without their knowing, and this explains the tail showing up as if she’d just grown it, she literally did, she slipped up while copying Lisanna.

Lastly, you might wonder if I have any other ideas for this theory. My last one is Juvia and Lisanna might not be all she’s copied. If she has come into contact with a memory mage, then she would be able to of read Juvias mind, know all about who Gray “loves”, which would explain why she’d think Ur was Juvias rival, remember the Christmas omake? But she would also know about Brair.

But thank goodness there isn’t a memory mage like Mest Gryder in Fairy Tail, ya that would be bad news.

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