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geronimomo-spd · 2 years ago

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alright here we go!

Every Time the Eighth Doctor Got Hurt (in the audios) and How it (Possibly) Scarred/Mentally Effected Him from Storm Warning to and including Terror Firma

warnings for some fucked up injuries, a couple of Suicidel mentions and spoilers for most of season 1-2 of charley and 8 audios, and the divergent univerce, and terror firma, but its divided to episodes so its easiler to avoid spoilers (episodes that have their name at the top are where he got hurt, episodes that have their name at the end are ones where physically nothing is wrong but mentaly probably something happend)

1. (Storm Warning) - he cut his arm for Ramsey the Vortisaur to suck on the time, probably left a scar on his right arm! like a bite scar!!, (personal headcanon that his arm could be leaking time :) espeshelly with all of anti time stuff that comes later into play) 2. (Stones Of Venice) - got punched in the head a bunch of times, once to render him unconscious, but its all ok in the end for him because he got to drive a gondula 3. (Minuet in Hell) - …a bunch of amnesia, his mind getting transferred out of his body and him basically getting tourtured mentally for not remembering anything, then he found his missing thoughts and transferred them back into his brain, could be another couse for constent headicks and amnesia if you ask me lol 4. (Chimes of Midnight) - …ok so, he sort of died? like someone choked him to death, but he got better, he died so he can talk to charley who was on the verge of dieing herself, kinda complicated, but it sorted itself out and both Charley and him were fine, so like… possible scars along the neck from choking? (i tried not to give too many spoilers for anyone else reading this because i highly recommend this one)

5. (Seasons of Fear) - got tourterd by a dagger, not said where, but i think he got stabbed in the chest a bunch of times, and his hands, Charley cleaned the wounds and stuff, he did almost passed out after all of it, so he might have a nervousness around knifes and a bunch of scares on his chest from the stabbing, and he was in an actual killing mode because Charley got tourtured right next to him, but she was at a better state. - then he also got stabbed pretty much in the same place later on at a sword fight, almost to the point of regeneration, at least he thought he was going to, but he was ok, got mad about the holes in his shirt. he probably has a scar from it on his chest :) - creatures named the Nimon tried to suck away his energy (at least i think that's what they did), but only for a sec to show power, but it really hurt him. oh yeah and then he flew through the time vortex, he changed his mind into a Gallifreyan Lotus to avoid getting hurt, and then he falls from the sky, but he seemed to be unaffected by that. (i headcanon some particals of the time vortex have stuck to his form and now they just vibe inside of him, sometimes making his glow in the dark. man seasons of fear is such a ride, i love it)

6. ok he wants to get hurt here but never actually does, a lot of emotional hurt from seeing Charley almost losing her eyes in pain and almost destroying a whole peacefull race, but Charley knocked some sense into him that him wanting to die for this is not actually gonna save anyone - (Embrace the Darkness) - man i love this one) 7. (Neverland) - had to almost kill Charley because she saw how everything is dieng because she was alive, in the prosses admitted that he loved her, she got turned into a portal to travel to an unknown univerce and It hurt to see it, then in the end he exploded himself with A BUNCH of anti time, making him into Zagrues and slapping Charley, (mostly emotinal hurt in this one accept for the end) 8. (Zagrues 😁) - ok so… get possessed by Zagrues, realizing his can distory the univerce now and trying to fight it, then fucking Rassilon shows up and captures him, torturing him mind and soul in the prosses to make Zagrues completely take over so he can make the doctor to his personal murder weapon. Makes him watch as he burned the tardis into a crisp, and a living amalgamation of his tardis (that looks and sounds like the brigadier) tourtes him also, but its not spesefied how. Seeing the tardis dieing tips him into the edge mentaly and get zagrues take over, Rassilon is littiraly "on your knees my creature :)" really messed up stuff fhfghfgh, he once again in too much pain to live (and a danger to the entire univerce), and so asks Charley to kill him, which she does, by stabbing the sword the mind controlled doctor made out of the remines of the tardis right through his chest (ok he definitely has a scar from the sword right in his chest now that I think about it) he gets better :) through Doctors supporting each other. Which at that point the brigadier tardis (who is nice now) brings him some anti matter from the heart of the tardis. (no but this one messed him up so MUCH lol, boy wanted to die truly, pretty ruff stuff but i can say that here he got like, activly Suicidel. hfghfgh I love this one so much its not even funny, my poor baby boy)

ok Divergent Arc! (throught all of this he is in pain from not having time in this univerce so a lot of mental health problems and physically migrans):

9. (Scherzo) - ...alright so, held hands with Charley until it got transphormed to be the same hand, same body right at the end... that could be concidered an injury, constent headache from the lack of Time, also yeah his vocal chords got exposed but they were fine. Charley and him could have matching scars on the hands they held together :), he has a scar on his throat from it. Also maybe mental pain and an aversion of people repeating after him

10. Ok in this one its mostly Charley getting hurt unfortenetly, but the doctor had to go through the mental struggle of almost losing her completely to her turning into a slug monster to give birth to a lot more slug babies, they managed to find a salotion and Charley does not remember any of this happening, luckily for her, but I headcanon her to at leasy suspect something happened (Creed of the Kromon), I really hate this one, also this one is where C'rizz joins in)

11. (Natural History of fear) - ahhh I guess almost drowning? But not majorly, it was mostly being scared for Charley and C'rizz's lives, they were alright though 12. (the twighliht kingdom) - almost got absorbed completely into being part of a living building, but someone else volunteered last minute, but it did couse him a lot of pain in his brain 13. (Faith Stealer) - got smacked in the head, and almost got squished to death with Charley in a closet (ha ha) but apart from that nothing (Faith Stealer my beloved) 14. (the last) - ahhhhh definitely died from an explosion, only to come back to life, only he remembers that, Charley and C'rizz died as well, also got burred under a crushed building and got a nasty hit on the head, but it doesnt seem like the death affected him much 15. (Caerdroia) - got time sickness from being so close to the tardis after so long, fainted just because of that. Got split into 3 parts (is this an injury??? no clue), then got trapped in between a gaint bell and almost died by the shear noise and pain from that (overstimulated), but got rescued last minute, he was pretty dissociated by this point though until they found the tardis (probably did not help his "but who am i really???" thoughts, ie dissociation)

Post divergent univerce

16. almost… ended his own life hut didn't but was really traumatized by what happened to his two former companions, but managed to save the day - (Terror Firma)

and that's it! this guys needs a break (he is not gonna get one) (here it is! @laden-fruits , @violentlywaftingcurtains , @keepthemacramesecret , @zagreuses-toast , hope it was alright to tag! that would help you guys find it if and when you need it)

#doctor who #dw #dweu #eighth doctor #8th doctor #charley pollard #c'rizz #this has the energy of someone getting him diagnosed in a hospital and is really trying to be proffetinal but loses it slowely #as the list goes on #lol #8th doctor listenalong #8th doctor hurt list #momo rambls #heheheh hohoho #this boy is so fucked up its so true #anyway im off to bed it is 3 am but i needed to format this in a way that makes sense lol

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liquidstar · 1 year ago

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not conspiracy to kill me kinda of kid, but i was pretty convinced that, somehow, my entire life was fiction and it was being televised to someone and the writers were a bit bonkers when i was, like, 7

although i was pretty sure that the whole show would end when i was 17 and it probably be with the sun exploding bc i was so distraught over the fact that time in space is different from time in earth and the sun might as well have already exploded and we just have to wait for earth to catch up ig, so maybe i was a conspiracy death kid now that i think more than two secs about it huh

this took a turn

HONESTLY I KINDA RELATE TO THAT TOO THO but for me it wasnt so much that i thought my life was fiction, more so that i just i just liked pretending it was. id like talk to myself sometimes as if i was talking to the viewers. but i never thought abt it in the meta way like w writers and stuff

but. the second paragraph is kind of wild. im glad the world didnt end when you turned 17. and that you were able to realize that you were a death conspiracy kid in my inbox LOL. i get it tho the idea that the sun is going to explode someday is so distressful when youre a child. like you learn that and they just expect you to be normal as if the thing in the sky isnt a ticking time bomb

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dizzythegreat · 2 years ago

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all you need is time PART TWO

I Don’t Wanna Fall

THE CHOIR-LIKE HARMONIES AT THE START

“its getting pretty close to the end” (of the album) is how i interpreted it and i loved that sm, im probably wrong but that made me happy

the way they sing “it doesn’t really matter” and “did you forget my number” is so ughhhh

and “i still love you”

i feel like this one relates to “liar” and “tell me have you been dancing”, i feel like they’re all about liking someone you can’t having, holding onto slivers of hopes that maybe they love/still love you too

and also hoping that maybe you still love them, not wanting to fall out of love with them

SO FUCKING RELATABLE UGH, thinking about the things that make you so happy right now, thinking about the things you love and adore and being terrified of the idea of growing out and away from them, wanting to hold onto everything you are in love with with all you’ve got

favourite lyric: “god it's getting pretty hard to pretend that i could be my own best friend”

8/10, head over heels

Easy

omg the mv for this was was so cute i loved it sm

such a happy and inspiring take on the breakup song

loved how it portrayed the end of a relationship as something that can be freeing, even joyful

it wasn’t love, and that’s ok! now its over, and you’re free!!

just a squishy little happy song i love it

favourite lyric: “hey mom, i know 'm crying/but you don't have to worry bout me/hang on, i might be lying/but a lion in a jungle is a king”

i love that verse bc it just makes absolutely 0 sense and it just makes me giggly

overall, 7.8/10

again, i did skip this one a lot bc im impatient and wanted to hear the new songs. doesnt make it any less good though

Routine

love the kind of dangerous vibe of this one

the soft, angry singing, almost like someone on the verge of snapping

i saw this one as being about noticing all the little toxic things that people say or do to you

and realizing it’s become a routine

and you’ve let it become one

its gotten this far because you’ve let it get this far.

angry at the people who treat you like this, angry at the unhealthy relationships that you’ve allowed to become routine, angry at yourself for letting it slide

favourite lyric: “has it become routine? morning coffee, then lie to me?”

overall rating: 7/10, not one of my faves, but its a daisy the great song so legally it cannot be bad

Smile Pretty Girl

oh my god. OHHH MY GOD.

oh my god??

i need a sec. just give me a minute. I NEED A SECOND

this is the best song on the album hands down im sorry

this song makes me want to vomit and float and go into a coma oh lord

“im not that pretty... but im not bad” AHHHHHHH

i saw this one as being about mediocrity, the bitterness of living an ordinary life, and wanting to leave your mark

people say that all you need is time, all good things will come with time, patience is a virtue. but life is unpredictable. what i die, having spent my entire life waiting for something that never comes?

is this how you want to be remembered? life is short. its unpredictable. if you die right now, is this the mark you want to leave upon the world?

im wasting my time on meaningless little things. i need to be extraordinary. i need to secure my place in the world long after i’ve left it. i need to scream and yell and carve into the walls and proclaim that i was here. i lived. i did amazing, extraordinary, human things. and i loved every moment of it.

i dont even know. its so hard to put into words how this song makes me feel. but it was the absolute perfect ending to the regular album and more than making me want to die, it made me want to live. savour every moment. not let time pass me by

favourite lyric: all of it. oh my god, all of it. i am. oh.

but really, it would probably be “and i've been letting time/just walk right by my eyes/i should know better/that's what I get”

10/10 no questions asked thank you so much kelley and mina for doing this to me im going to explode

#daisy the great #all you need is time #music #new #indie #indie pop #my new obsession #i cant breathe??? omg??#smile pretty girl #im sobbing

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pndnj · 3 years ago

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Cathartic- Yellow Metal Lyrics

Heres where I am with the lyrics, I referenced @25Goldenn on twitter for some of it that I couldn’t comprehend.

*music*

0:23

Dark matter, like painted splatters, they fit better, the old saying, the way it goes, better the devil you do then you don’t know. I hit pedals and switch levers, my heart metal, I can't settle, im part trouble, they are not subtle. I fuck good so fuck cuddles, burst bubbles the thrist levels at new heights, i down doubles, and got baked til I felt high, my face puzzled, felt muddled, far strung and your floors woodent, the thought might but the fit wouldn’t. A fortnight

0:46 - 1:00

And I thought right, it’s all bark and no bite, I’m Tony Stark still embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I saw. Heartless on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them in a piece on my chest , at peace no rest.

1:00-1:15

Flipped this on it’s head. Rip the script up now, flip it don’t pretend, slipping shit again, Fakers all around me, I’ve been living in pretense. Fake friends won’t make amends. There’s no need, these mean comments control the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened

1:15-1:24

This family needs, what a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It’s never leaving til we ascend so fuck the fence, and until they stop killing colour it’s fuck the feds.

1:22 - 1:44

You must be off it, I mean it, you know you ain’t never get with the judging and I used to dread growing my beard too long, never felt I belonged, but it's really long like a minute I ain’t looking to no mans for the limits, They’re feeling timid, I’m telling them who they mimic, why they don't look like a clinic …. Why they don't get no women, Still, we’re just fucking girls, Lost in the wrong world, Jurassic, now to this vermin

1:41- 1: 50

Kicking the game I’m serving, these losers are never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I’m always focused on never becoming you, These locals that rob us feeling … was for a reason.

1:52-2:02

I’m seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser’s winning, and no water is too deep to swim in Like I’m about to see a killing, I’m all the way that and living, flawless and feeling lawless, the prison now to the gimmicks, my vision is set to something,

2:03-:2:20

I’m watching you bitches plummet, no matches here for my cunning, you rappers are feeling done in, switching your genre, running and Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something I think you’re a poor effort, deaf and tone deaf and I ain’t treat you separate. Living, I’m in my element, riding it like a … never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general

2:20- 2:46

Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverence, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to eminem, you’re feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my dick. And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I’ve been moving things in my mind like it’s this mountain dew Memories have made me wonder if one day I’m after you. What’s the purpose that you do, is what you're hoping that they learn, i’d like to say i’m done but it’s getting up on my nerves

2:46 -2:55

I’m looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It’s hard to say I know when I’m walking through the dirt. Talking while you’re nothing I can see for what it’s worth. I’m tired of feeling hurt and I’ve tried enough but nothing works.

2:55-3:40

I’m racking up excuses while I’m slacking off on work. Chit chatting is the usual, talking to this clerk, i beg you don’t include me. I might write it on my shirt so everytime they see me, the oldest know to swerve. SWERVE Life is potent, bits of fucked shit… till they took notice weren’t no hocus pocus, it was hard work that got me heard so i put in the graph like google maps but the whole earth

… around my door mat, taking over like the drones, rolling dirt up in miles like the water, and exploding like Annas hematoma. Don't need to see a slammer to know that I don't want to go man

I’m a showman. I’m just focused on the drama… like i’ve got my own insurance, show myself the pain, like i boxed it in the frame, if we’re about to talk greatness im great, the way you have to say my name like beyonce

“Say my name”

4:00-4:46

Just a bum with a cigarette, sun coming up, all my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I’m just bored with the silhouette single sec, get fucked up for the thrill of it . killer streak playing Pacman. Like I came from the Philippines vanilla bean still a thing for the thrill of scene,

Theres a beam, UFO, Leave it well alone I aint moving, stood still on the peloton, telephone and its always on the dial tone, it's been a while since i’ve smiled at a milestone, seen a big pile in my mind stone, me against the world on my Jack Jones, Like I’m John Jones, With pictures in the condo, far from John Doe, in the ___, like I'm Johnny Bravo, got pravado, with a small dick sitting in golados, feeling far gone, cuz that last hit was the good shit, was that stay lit

4:48-5:02

You can never take my shit come and get me. On the top floor, cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled. A suit of just skin and then wool

5:02- 5:17

This life doesn’t give you no armour, a lot of myself can harm ya. I swear on what’s good, that I’m here till they take me. I pray that I’m wrinkled, at least over 80, and start moving like a ruler, ?damaged? Like a computer going fast, bars from the jeweler, bring the songs to the beach in hopes of finding tuna

5:18-5:36

…

5:36- 6:16

Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, a couple people got me wrong and now I’m changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag. Feeling undefeated, I’m a beast with a reason, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I’m Caesar, I’m just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving is clocking miles in its region, moving like a legion.

Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I’m a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I’m just here for the rap, then I’m leaving.

I’ve had about enough of being my own enemy, it’s time I grew up, a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggles in my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.

6:16-6:32

I ain’t dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it’s just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can’t put that on your plate.

Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don’t say I can’t communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And I know you know it’s references, looking at your face.

6:33- 6:53

Can’t justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I ain't the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I’m switching up the plate, see if that affects the place, im at on most days

I ain’t going with the usual so they looking at me strange. Confused, I can feel it all, I’m here to make a change. It’s cold at 3am outside, I’m walking with the dog, thanking god that you don’t talk at all, my mind is switching off

6:54-7:12

Driving down to find myself, cuz I’ve been getting lost, lived this selfless life and found I can give a toss. Lessons that I’ve learned I’ve tried teaching to myself. What I’ve learnt from certain people is that they’re better than myself.

So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. Like burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt

7:14-7:29

.. circus, always hurting the way we felt? Embarrassed that we dreamt of bigger things and letting go of notions till we feel them in cement

Tired of only hoping, we feel broken men. Cuz the gravity is weight and has kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking with favors in their mouths

7:46-7:58

Got killer rhymes… no fillers, like godzilla, eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker, throat licker, my dope sicker, bringing people their hope like im the pope slicker, i hope you’re getting the point cuz i walk quicker

I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger like my zipper couldn’t zip up fed up with the…my love is fickle.. Residual age has a primitive face

I see demise for your limited ways, Left it to simmer, simmer away…a fake glimmer in the haze

8:09-8:11

Feeling trapped this industry is a cage

8:34-8:50

Nobody’s speaking the truth, I’m offended by the State. Look at the state of the news, I’ve decided the argument, reciting my views, while they’ve been sat in their chairs, I’m feeling pressure to choose.

Standing here as one man, how can I do half when you’re half the person I am. If it wasn’t in your life, you didn’t choose it. It’s the funny thing about music. It’s the pain and beauty of it.

8:52-9:11

Don’t give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People’s wearing, changing the whole narrative for these basics and scarcity

Been facing the racists from back when i were a kiddie .born up in in 93’. been living in Bradford City..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me hitting the kids that would call me p*** still sitting in the classroom chilling, and i'm angry now that I’m older I see they treat us different

9:12-9:25

got me thinking I’m the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues.

20 years later I’m still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think you’re shit, a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat

9:25-9:35

Pushing my feelings down, you ain’t got it like them

‘Boy your skin is so light’, ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline’s half white.

9:35-9:45

I don’t know how that’s acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I’ve been looking at the sky saying where’s that day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you would speak to them.

9:45-9:55

I need justice in this life and I trust that it’s my fight, cuz when I’m writing it feels right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again

9:55-10:16

Writing in all caps again, the pain, it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me but made me better.

I’m at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap… cuz you know I was too real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would write on nesquik.

10:17-10:29

My name ain’t on the list unless they label it ethnic.

I ain’t never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain’t no answers for these things, so just save us the questions, man allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get him a breath mint.

10:30- 10:42

Start to understand why they think that I’m threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn’t slow me with ketamine Now they all wanna hear me, got a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don’t believe the age ,bcs I move like a veteran.

10:42 - 10:47

Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they’ll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.

…no words coming out when you open your mouth

And to be honest, it’s insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salting. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I’d rather sit online and reply to the fan art

11:00-11:06

Fuck a sports car, coming through when i rapped

tell you what I like, farm life and the tractor

11:06- 11:17

Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don’t wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden 98’ in the Datsun, seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.

*music*

11:51- 12:34

I make millions off of my pain, cause I know a few millions still living that way

Dealing with the hurt, they should know cause they don’t deserve it, it hit deep cause i hit the nerve. Only way that the sheep learn if the street firm, in my ways I don’t wanna change, everything just stay the same

Who you tryna convince you understand, cant maintain, let the lights dim some, get the Chow Mein, flex, get the tape, right up at night

Why these men be nice to my face, be nice, i ain’t tryna be a gangsta ruins my vibe

Rather be low-key and on my phone. Never need the trophy or the show piece

Never show peace in a North Face fleece. Show kids this like i wrote my flip

Cause the sign might fit till the start i’m sick

12:37-13:05

Now you see where I come from, the world don’t. Only achievement in this life is the Jordans. Committing petty crimes out of boredom, we can’t afford them. So I stole it, need a rolex

Go make sense, get yourself a job, It’s a poor man’s game tryna sit and pray to god, he ain’t sorting out your problems, gotta sort them out yourself

Used to tell us fables, now I’m writing them myself, Cause we raw like animals we all just need some help

Cathartic, I’m an artist, trying to put my heart in

Felt double crossed like Leo in Departed

13:05- 13:27

For the knowledge i’m not charging see I got it all free

But my hunger kept me starving like i’m feening for the feed

I just Need a reason to see me bleeding for my creed. Trick you with the words like I keep em up my sleeve. Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the queen

I ain’t doing it unless you’re used to saying please

Let me flow a bit, before I sting 'em with the bees, They tryna kill us with disease

(Music)

13:34- 14:12

Why does it feel like they had the same notebook and the same four looks

Like the rain won't touch on their face, so sus when they lie don’t trust not a minor

Please no fuss, I just move through the game like must

Something in the way i adjust till i stick, Free falling like the ship, free fall till i bust

Remember 21 brother gave no fucks. Trying to project when they give them looks

In the projects, in the objects us

In my own way, never gave me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid

Dried up the feeling till I stole the lid

Don’t wanna relish in the fame but I can’t resist

14:46-14:58

I like the way we feel, I like the way, I like the way

Ain’t no mistake, i am a being

I ain’t tryna be a leader, been selling out since Jesus

All my rhymes are for the readers, between the lines, like Father time, I fuck Mother Nature

14:58-15:40

That’s what they get, the connotations. Tell 'em I lived a life, and then I lived a life of adjacent? like its…. and played it patient.

Alone on my own spaceship, always tryna find greatness, still defying lines, but I’m fighting in my prime.

Shining light like Kylo while imma kill it all the time. Aging like I’m wine

Asian in my face, but still my race you can’t define. Focused on defiance, imma fight it while it’s life.

Started something sick and on my mind is what’s next, just became a dad so now I’m taking all the cheques. Better know I’m staying and paying like it’s debt. Imma get it done, if it’s taking all my breath, sweat, and down I ain’t messing around til I’m the best

Speaking in full sentences, shoulda thought about a strategy before you went at the stratosphere about this… rings around Saturn, this ain’t a battle, I’m sat, I’m here

15:40-16:22

Catch me doing magic, hired and sounding tragic I think you could use practice and until that you get the blacklist and pull like a … actress? Fooling them like a catfish, schooling like a legend, happy to be the reference, fusing like iridescence, leaving them all guessing, leaking out of my brain like a pipe I aint fixing, shining like a star you can see it from a distance

Aint many of me around p*** I’m just different Certain stages to this level aint here because fame is to the devil fuck a label, imma do this from the ghetto, clean up like Im Dettol

I’m the man to put a bet on, sight smart like a weapon, this is my kind of setting, i write the world I’m sat in, while these others live on hype, i see them fight in how they type, the fruit is ripe for the taking, i think i might

16:22-16:57

Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here

16:58- 17:47

Eccentric things are mentioned like a kid stuck in detention tryna escape im just spitting what is written on the next page, spitting image of my dad in his young days

Born sinner when i’m livid i say fucks sake

Don’t worry i’m too cunning with no plumbing, the waterworks, i sung something that resonates, i thought it first like giving birth to the parrot perch

They see me do it and they know it works

Don’t know what’s worse: the way that you live your life or the way that you write a verse

You’ll be nervous, you don’t deserve it we’ll scratch the surface ill leave a crater, lift the dirt up to find the hurting

Can’t know for certain nothing is guaranteed, tryna be a better person than the world deserves to see cuz i see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea

Cease and arrest what’s the reason.. And these the kinda kids we bringing up next

Distorted reality, all they needed was family, too hard to face, to see what the damage is

17:47

*i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, no, i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, *

18:04-18:38

Sometimes they ask the questions too deep to form a sentence, to disform, is this the norm, is this the sentence i feel defenseless i played the setlist, and all my sweat blood and tears, forgot to mention feeling lost, going off into different sections i feel like love wrecked it

If it’s not a drug why am i waiting for the next fix, affected, i cant believe that you left this

I guess I leave for the best wish, moving on like im fine for the lectures

We see it all from spectrums, cuz if we’re falling down we can fall down together

Staircase to heaven, mirror down the middle like 11, resentment on one side it won’t settle

18:38- 19:14

Mind fried but taking sense, they aint got a sense of themselves in the rich ends

Need to spell it out for them.. Made for them so witness

I know you feel afflicted but you always love it with me while im laughing at you, ya think you’re laughing with me

I try to (i love you) but im grown so they don’t fit me, my body thrown from the new to this old city so Im sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty, i’ve been on roads where its cold and the snow hitting

Its okay to be yourself, sit and talking to myself

I’ve been walking for the longest, just need a little rest, know i ain’t the strongest, I can feel it in my chest, talking about my feelings and of me, they get the best

19:14-19:59

They aint leaving, seeing breathing in my breath

Till death do us part is just seeded in my heart, like a work of art

Never winning,im just scared

Cant begin from the start, do i play a part in the rhythm of the night

I guess i’m onto something cuz the dark is feeling right

Every cloud got a lining, put my own miles in, like moralis, figured that they’re jealous, that they could just never tell us to change because the weather never made me question whether or not i’m not that level

Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way, most of them are full of shit i see it every day

I do hearing the same things that i do, maybe that shits hitting like haiku

How much do you pay for them to hype you

Recycle your flaws but they aint like new, leaving and conceded and full of diesel like engines that need a cleaning, the ending will be revealing. Even though we ain’t raising the facts, now we been facing.

20:01-20:52

The cactus with spikes, needing spaces. Different faces, the same story. A full body like straight body direct to your system.

Could never tell 'em we missed’ em. Not even with the thoughts, we gift them. Cuz they just take advantage, guess we are caught in a system.

My soul pouring out details of borrowed time, had enough of a fill, this is for sorrow time. I’m seeing visions of Heaven, I seen the severed line, between the gospel they speak and when theyre telling lies.

Remember telling a friend of mine, you’d sent of mine, identified like a 3rd eye. Got a habit of knowing now where the dirt lies. So benign. I ain’t sober after 9, so I fuck their minds. Why you flipping out, see another

Try to rep it from the city, fuck a chiller crew, repping for the nittys, trying to keep us down, raised on the social, don’t want to let us out of the system. Me, I insist we assist them, me alone putting shifts til I lift them

20:53-21:12

I know it’s hard, that’s why I like it, I’m fit to fight it, I’m from the North, I’m backing Tyson, it’s been decided, don’t see no light. They needing guiding, just redefining, realizing, I’m realigning, in full finance, they stay silenced.

Can’t be louder, I’m juiced up with no powder. I fix shit like a slick spanner. Gone green like Bruce Banner. So free Gaza on my banner

21:12-21:51

The real McCoy, I ain’t nothing to toy with, signifying peace like a Japanese Koi Fish. How did this happen, we’re moving backwards in our timeline, killing us with cyanide, Right up for the freedom 'til we transform like Ironhide

This is bout my feelings, the way that I move affects the fate that I’m sealing. Can’t say nothing, with that something being on the page, kept inside the pen like the bars that have been kept caged. See I always had a plan, since I was young, we had nothing man

Now it’s been a few years since I ain’t seen the fam, on foreign lands. Bout to climb Everest in the avalanche. Right into the riddles as soon as you were born. Never asking the question cuz it’s the norm. See I’m in a questionin’ session

21:52-22:03

Like the manner got a method to teaching a lesson, listen to MF Doom, he taught me like Ra’s Al Ghul. Felt like living in Gotham, the people were rotten. Still we play cartoons so it’s never forgotten.

22:03-22:15

Chilling at the top but we came from the bottom. Writing and jottin for them life by, spotting the difference

*Dreams, was growing out of me, sun promising that tomorrow it will rise, time playing games with my mind, I swear it will pass us by

Train goes on the tracks, smoke, I’m tired to hide my thoughts, so blinded in flames, Don’t know where we’re going, I have no way of knowing, only see what’s in my head

Can’t we wait a minute, so we can savour this, It’s on my brain again, these days, It on my brain again these days”

23:10-23:46

They’re hating on Palestine ways, The oh no Palace playing Prince on the Steinway, Sending out mind waves, stop them like crimewaves, Freedom fighter, Yellow Metal is my name

Like vipers, I see the sly ones, the snake that’s called Biden, none of them abiding what they might put in writing

We should be used to it by now, say whatever for the vote and then just choose another route, say they’d never kill another unless that brother’s skin is brown

I’m just telling you the facts, if you can’t take it, the truth naked, to bare bones and my thoughts lately, spitting politics.. Done ain’t it, Shit just gets me vexed, and now I’m sitting that I think of it

23:45-23:59

Feeling on the brink of it, whatever it is, Figure out some shit at least it feels that way

talk about my feelings and I don’t feel so strange, finding solace, that’s a promise, in Metropolis but being honest, can’t write a sonnet, without some pain

24:00-24:40

Can’t fade away, away so we can savour this, been on my brain again these days

Can't find a way to be so you can savour this, been on my brain these days

Singing the song for another, singing a song for another

#zayn #yellowmetal #cathartic #feel free to correct me pls #cathartic lyrics

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panliz · 4 years ago

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What seasons would the 5undy wedding and election episode happen

Ok.. Oooo good question...

When the series starts Dream and Fundy are dating and there’s the entire arc with Dream is cheating on George and there’s the whole wedding where Dream leaves Fundy at the alter...

I think that’d take like maybe 4 seasons.. the first season would introduce the relationship drama, the 2nd season we’d get more into it and the finale Fundy proposes to Dream and then there’s the 3rd and 4th season would be the wedding planning, the 4th season being more focused on the wedding planning and this season is where 5up is introduced and the finale of the 4th season would be the wedding and that’s when Dream would leave Fundy at the alter which is a 2 parter, end of the first part is the wedding and the second is the aftermath after Dream leaves

The season after that Fundy would show up occasionally, every time he’d show up he’d seem a little bit better... there would be some hints of him and 5up hanging out a lot more and their relationship build-up would be a nice 2 season slow burn until sometime during late season 6.. I’d imagine there is a carnival or fall festival of some sort and 5up and Fundy bump into the Chaos kids and they decide to have lunch with em’ and the kids are getting some romance vibes from the two...

and ya know what.. fuck it.. Scene time bitches.

Setting: the Chaos kids and 5up and Fundy are at the eating area of the fall festival, the eating area is under this huuugge open white tent and their table is right by one of the exits

Purpled, checking his bag: Hey, I think we ran outta tickets for games n’ stuff

Tubbo: What?!? No!!! There’s a tiny baby pig me and Ranboo have to save in an hour at the auction!!! Where did all of our tickets go?!?!

Tommy: erm... me and Lani maybe have used them all on rides...

Tubbo: You wh- Ranboo!!!

Ranboo, sighing: On it... *he stands up to leave* -Drista don’t eat all my fries..

Drista, while munching on food: No promises.

Tommy, to Tubbo: Pfft Gold digger..

5up, to Fundy: I think we’re low on tickets as well

Fundy, standing up: Oh don’t worry I’ll tag along with Ranboo

5up: You want me to come with you?

Fundy: Nah, it’ll only be a sec. Plus if these kids aren’t under any adult supervision they might burn the place down. *him and 5up both share a small laugh*

Crumb: Hey! >:(

Fundy, ina lighthearted manner: I’m not wrong though~

5up, laughing: okok just go...

Fundy and Ranboo leave and the rest of the Chaos kids are getting the vibes

Drista, casually to 5up: So are you two boning?

5up fucking chokes on his water

Tubbo: Drista he’s ace!

Drista: -oh my bad.. but like are the two of you still like dating or something?

5up, still hella caught off: Wh- n- no!

Lani: Really? Cause there was definitely something there..

Tommy: Yeah it was kinda painful to watch...

5up: No... nono.. no way.. *there is a small pause and his voice changes into a slightly hopeful tone* really?

Crumb: Oooooo 5up’s gotta crushhhhh!!!

5up: W- well I-

Tubbo: When are you gonna confess?!

5up: I- no... I’m not gonna

Purpled: What why?

5up: I don’t wanna potentially ruin our friendship... plus I wanna wait for him to be ready to be in another relationship even if I really did wanna confess to him... I want him to feel comfortable.. even if I do have to wait...

The camera then pans to Ranboo and Fundy standing right outside the tent walls, it’s implied they’ve heard almost the entire conversation. Fundy’s expression is a bit unreadable right now.

Ranboo, in a concerned tone: Fundy?

Fundy, his voice is a bit shaky but it’s still unclear what he’s feeling still: Let’s go..

Ranboo: I um... ok...

Fundy and Ranboo walk in, Fundy’s attitude completely changes as if everything was normal but Ranboo is still a bit worried.

Fundy: Ey! We’re back!!

5up, quickly whispering before Fundy can come close enough to hear: Don’t say anything!!! *he then turns to Fundy with a smile on his face* Hey!

Ranboo and Fundy sit where they were sitting before and the transition music begins to play

END SCENE

So pretty much after that Fundy starts to become a lot more awkward around 5up and it continues into the next season (I like to think the finale is a new years episode and Fundy almost confesses but something happens and the entire audience is like “nUUUU” cause i’m evil like that >:D)

But early in season 7 there’s the valentines day episode and that’s when Fundy confesses to 5up and it’s a really soft and adorable scene and they share the most softest kiss.. and ahhhhh typing this makes my heart explode.. and so then they’re dating!!! and the season after they get engaged! but like then they like wait like a few seasons, like in the end of season 10 prolly when there’s the scene where Fundy is like “dude we should get married already” and 5up is like “yeahhhhh”

AND BOOM SEASON 11 IS THE FUCKIN 5UNDY WEDDING!!

Oh the election episode is prolly like uh... season 3???? yeah.. season 3.

#sitcom au #bruh this post is so long i'm so sorry i had so much 5undy brainrot asdfasdf #dream smp #dreamsmp #dsmp #fundy #5uppp #5undy

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Under-WHERE??

The title... I really need help coming up with titles.

Summary: This prompt- 20. “I have long since become desensitized to you walking around in just your underwear.”

Disclaimer: Sorry for my inactivity, I feel bad for not really posting, school has been hell and this one is kinda short (and bad) many apologizes but much love!

Warnings: none. besides a few swear words. This is a Chris Evans fic, I rlly can’t help it.

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

Currently you and your brother in law, Scott, were engaged in an intense game of slapjack.

Chris had just returned home from a day on set and was currently in the shower.

That deck of cards on the counter seemed pretty enticing at the time and that is how you ended up here with Scott, trying to pass time.

Competitively.

Tonight, Chris’s siblings, their family, and his mother had invited you all out to dinner.

Scott lived closed by, so you figured that he could just hitch a ride with y’all.

“What time do we have to leave again?” - Scott

Checking your wrist watch, as you placed down a card, you replied that the time was ten till 7.

The reservations were at 8 and so far you all were sort of on time.

It was a good half an hour drive to the restaurant since it was in the heart of the city.

“We should leave in twenty minutes but you know how it is with the diva!”

You and Scott shared a few giggles before you broke the conversation by yelling slapjack.

“Damn. (Y/n) that’s the third time! Don’t tell Chris!”

Scott and Chris were sooooo competitive, you just stayed out of their games.

Last year, they were doing shots at a dinner party and let’s just say…you had to break the news to Chris that you were dating.

He was absolutely ecstatic (yet hammered)

That whole night he had been hitting on you, which was hilarious as you were already dating.

Now, the game of slapjack was over and instead you both decided to play War.

Scott shuffled the cards while you went to go check on Chris.

The bathroom door was shut and you proceeded to gently knock on it before opening it up.

As you walked in, your face was immediately hit with steam, making it a little bit more difficult to see.

“Oh hey darling! I’ll be out in a sec!”

You just smiled and shot him a quick okay, walking out the door, knowing by a second he most likely meant half an hour.

“Did you go check up on the little Princess?” The statement coming from Scott, true and absolutely funny.

“Yeah, he’s just now getting out of the shower.”

Scott dealt the cards and continued to talk with you.

“Well, we might as well go get the champagne so when the ball drops on New Years we can finally celebrate with him!”

You just playfully rolled your eyes and started the game.

Both you and Scott were already dressed and ready to go to dinner, having prepared a few hours ago.

Hell, you had gotten showered and dressed into a nice sweater and jeans before Chris even called to say he was coming home.

You loved the man, but damn did he take long showers.

Almost as if reading your mind, you heard said man’s voice ringing out, prompting you to turn in your chair.

“Hey honey, do you know where my black crew neck is—

His face immediately turned red and his hands shot to shield the front of his body, only being covered in a pair of boxers.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry.” - Chris

Completely oblivious to Scott you just gave him a confused look, tilting your head like an intrigued puppy.

“I have long since become desensitized to you walking around in just your underwear.” -You

“SPEAK FOR YOURSELF.” -Scott

And that’s when the two pieces in your brain clicked and you just full on laughed while Chris scurried back to the bedroom.

Turning around, you just looked at Scott who had laid his head down on the table, horrified at the sight he’d just seen.

You reached across the table and ran your fingers through Scott’s hair, petting him like a dog in a jocular manner.

“Oh you poor poor thing.”

“You can never unsee that!”

“Well, I mean, it’s kinda every man for himself in this situation.”

“It’s legit the equivalent to walking in on your parents doing—“

All of your little quips, prompting Scott to explode...

“OKAY I GET IT (Y/N). ADDING SALT TO THE WOUND.”

A small chuckle left your mouth as you cleaned up the playing cards.

You hopped up from your seat at the table and walked to your purse, which was resting on the kitchen counter.

From your spot in the kitchen, you tossed Scott the car keys, giving him instructions to go start the car, seeing as Chris was almost ready.

With Scott walking out the door, you went back to the bedroom to help Chris.

If there was one distinctive trait about the man, it was that he’d always overlook things.

This time, the disregarded item being his black crew neck, which you happened to have folded last week and put back in HIS drawer.

You came in to find him sitting on the bed, now deciding on two completely different shirts (that didn’t match the pants he had on).

“Oh thank goodness you are here! I need your help.”

He wasn’t wrong about needing help. For the most part, Chris was a very stylish man, but sometimes he needed your help, like right now.

Chris was holding up two different sweaters (?), puzzled when you walked away to the dresser.

A few seconds later, you came back, the missing shirt in hand.

It was like an angel had been sent to him. (You being the angel in his eyes)

“You have the eyes of a bat, mister.”

He just laughed and gratefully took the shirt you had set in his lap.

Walking away, you placed a kiss on his already styled hair, going to grab some socks for your boots.

A good five minutes had passed, since you left Scott, and Chris was now ready to walk out the door.

Chris walked from the closet that he had gone to change into, and came back to find you sitting on the bed.

With his hands out, Chris gently helped you up from the bed, escorting you out of the room, one hand on your waist, the other in his pocket.

Just as Chris went to grab his wallet, your phone buzzed having received a message.

Scott Evans: you two lovebirds ready?

The two of you reunited and smiled at each other like love sick idiots, walking out the front door, hand in hand.

Chris, ever the romantic, brought your intertwined hands to his lip, placing delicate kisses on your knuckles.

“You are the best thing to ever happen to me, honey.”

His little wink made your stomach flutter and you beamed at him with the brightest smile.

Tonight was gonna be a good night.

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daydreaming-jessi · 4 years ago

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Do u have any headcannons for the netherworld ensemble????

OH BOY DO I!!!

Ok so first off, Miss Argentina and Toaster Lady are wives, and I will not be taking any criticism thanks. Miss Argentina could honestly lead the whole department on her own, she’s VERY good at her job and wrangling people together to do tasks. If only Juno could see her capabilities and learned how to share her job. Argentina may be loud and brusque, hurrying to get her job done before things get backed up, but she is VERY kind, as we saw when she tried to convince Lydia to go home. She gained a new respect of life, and deeply regrets throwing hers away so carelessly. She’s also probably been around the netherworld the longest in the department, the only one that could beat her time is shrunken head guy, but he doesn’t remember exactly when he died, so Argentina gets the claim.

Shrunken head guy is no longer able to verbally communicate, and nowadays relies on sign language to get his message across. He’s in charge of security for the NCP department, as he was once the guy people went to when they wanted protection and a guide on their research trips to more remote locations of the world, but he’s kind of a big teddy bear. He was going to be a grandfather before he died, and deeply regrets going on a trip to Africa before seeing the birth of his grandkid. He doesn’t necessarily blame the people responsible for his death, the group he was with was trespassing on their land, but it still hurts to think about. He doesn’t really talk about himself, so few people know he even had a family, and it really is a shame, he has a lot of cool stories from all over the world.

I see toaster lady as someone shy and anxious, (thus why I call her shyanne, very clever me) and that she went through a very rough point in her life, leading her to suicide. She was never one for spooks, but now she is in the netherworld, land of creepy things, working in a towel (and a swimsuit I’m not CRUEL). It’s forced her to gain some confidence. She’s still very sweet, and acts very caring towards newly deads, when she’s not busy answering and connecting calls as the department’s secretary. Her coworkers tend to get very defensive for her, but she’s more than capable of giving someone a stern talking to if she thinks they’re doing something unfair.

Burned cigar man was actually a big business man before he died. What was his business? No one remembers. He acts like it was a big important thing, but it was one of those big important things you don’t really think about so no one really gets it and whenever he talks about his old job people get a glaze over their eyes and he ends up slinking off into a corner to sulk, chewing on his cigar grouchily because kids these days don’t respect business. He left behind a wife when he died, which he regrets very much. He didn’t die at home, thankfully, he died in a hotel on a business trip. Funny enough his doctor told him to cut back on smoking cigars, that they’d be the death of him. It’s a hilarious irony to him. He acts grouchy, but he does care, he’s just sweltering 24/7 due to his death u-u

Parachute Man used to be quite the thrill chaser. He was pretty used to sky diving, and got a bit too egotistical about it. He jumped off the plane before it was safe, and basically got beaten into a pulp by the trees. When he came to, he was standing next to his body, and had one second to get his bearings before a sandworm noticed a tasty ghost treat just standing around. He booked it, leaving behind his body and handbook with no idea of what was going on. He had a pretty rough time until a guide saved his hide and brought him to the netherworld. He now has a phobia of sandworms, and nearly faints just at the sight of black and white stripes. The jockey has had to apologize many times for causing him to pass out. His ego took a beating from the entire thing, and having to carry his parachute around or end up tripping on it keeps him from getting too cocky again. But there’s still a part of him that just craves adrenaline. A hard thing to come by in the Netherworld, surprisingly enough.

The Groom is still in denial about his death. He swears he loved his fiancé, he just had a moment of weakness! Had he been stronger he’d be alive and married to the love of his life. It’s pretty obvious that he wasn’t ready for marriage, or was even mature enough yet for such a commitment. He doesn’t like to talk about his beloved, for as much as he waxes poetics about the tragic end of their relationship, and gets pretty fed up with some of the antics younger workers in the department. The fireworks guy loves to tease him and rile him up. He likes to put on an act, that’s he’s all grand and wise, but really he’s just a 24 year old guy who hadn’t figured out his life yet, like most people his age. His ego won’t allow for that truth to come out though. He’s unofficially training under Miss Argentina to be a receptionist, and she likes him well enough, but she knows that he tends to take on more than he can handle if only to pretend that he knows what he’s doing. She won’t let him take over her job until he’s good and ready for it, lest he has a breakdown and the system backs up.

The exploded guy is the second youngest in the department, being only 19. Before he died, he was working at his uncle’s garage, saving up for college. He wanted to become an English teacher, he loved working with kids, having wrangled his cousins so much at family gatherings, and loved putting sentences together and breaking down the intent of writers and figuring out the symbolism of their works. He knows a lot about fixing things from his old job, and thus is in charge of keeping the department’s infrastructure up and running. He doesn’t mind it, he gets to explore all the nooks and crannies of the netherworld, and has had lots of fun adventures. He and the jockey are best friends, both love to pull pranks on the others, and lend each other a shoulder to cry on when they think about how much they didn’t get to do with their lives.

The jockey had spent her whole life working on becoming a horse jockey, even when people told her to give up. She dreamed of riding horses her whole life, since she grew up on a ranch. There aren’t a lot of female jockeys, but she worked hard to try and change that. Unfortunately she pushed her luck, whipped a thoroughbred, and ended up in the netherworld. Now she spends her days as a desk jockey, oh joy. She often finds herself bored and wanting to do SOMETHING, rather than the same boring routine of processing newlydeads into the netherworld, and so often goes out seeking trouble with exploded guy and parachute man on quite a few occasions. She’s used to people trying to belittle her, and isn’t afraid of getting right back in their faces and even using her whip if she has to. Being a jockey means she’s kind of a powerhouse. Racing horses is no easy job! People might underestimate her because she’s short and appears petite, but she can very easily flip you over should she want to.

There’s a whole team of college football players working as security in the netherworld, but three in particular work under shrunken head guy in the NCP department. They’re best friends, and when together, they become the stereotypical jock type you expect, they kind of just toss their brain cells away when they all hang out. But when separated their actual personalities shine through. There’s the one I call Vinny, the fullback, who wears a helmet to hide that he kind of lost a lot of his lower jaw, retaining only the bottom jawbone. When he speaks its a lot of clattering. People act like they understand him, and maybe they do? He’s the wisest of the three, being the oldest, and tends to keep an eye out for his boys, sort of acting like a mother hen to them, especially the youngest of the three, Carl. Carl, the running back, is actually a pretty good kid, being the youngest in the department at 18. He’s kind of quiet and meek, not really one to stand up for himself, and tends to do what people tell him too. It’s why he so recklessly follows his teammates around. If he’s not with his team, he’s usually around the younger workers of the department, usually the jockey and exploded guy. Then there’s Don, the quarterback. He’s the leader of the trio, and is pretty much stuck in his college frat mindset even though he was about to graduate college, and acting like the stereotypical jock bully. He likes to think of himself as a big alpha macho man, but he’s pretty sensitive of his friends, and will knock some heads together if someone tries to hurt them. He respects his elders, but everyone else is fair game to his peacocking. He tends to butt heads with a lot of the younger workers of the department, and ends up receiving the wrath of jockey and exploded guy’s pranks a lot.

There’s the general head canons I have for the netherworld ensemble, took a sec to write haha ^^ Thanks for the chance to ramble, anon! I’m more than happy to ramble even more if ya’ll have more questions

#long post #asks #anon #anonymous #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #netherworld ensemble #do they count as original characters if you’re giving unnamed characters a personality #headcanons

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pixeldotgamer · 5 years ago

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Oh wise man Pixel, do you have any cool work stories you’d like to share?

i dont have any cool work stories but i sure do have some zingers

(tossed these under a read more cause it got long shjdfk ft things that happened at my old job since all my current job stories would be me exploding over ppl being stupid due to the Current Situation)

old job; baker for tim hortons aka canadian fast food coffee shop

1. i was testing our milk/creamer machines and accidentally mixed my milk and creamer cups into a single XL cup so we couldn’t reuse it after i measured it so we were just. stuck with this fucking XL cup of milk/creamer. my supervisor jokingly said she’d give $5 to whoever drank it so my coworkers went out back to discuss the conditions of the deal. this left me alone, up front, with this fucking cup and i just stared at it and was like. Yeah Okay This Might As Well Happen

so i grab it, pop the lid and start chugging it and get a solid 75% through when im like “wait am i about to really chug all of this in one go??? holy shit i need witnesses” so i went out back and walked inbetween my coworkers who were so busy discussing the conditions of the deal that they didn’t see me crushing their punk asses until i slapped one of them on the shoulder to which they all freaked out

tldr; i chugged an XL cup (24 oz) of a milk/creamer mixture in a single go and rightly got my 5 fucking dollars

2. on 3 seperate occassions i took a donut hole that was left in the bottom of the oven that was so burnt and dried out it was basically coal and proceeded to eat at least half of it to amuse/freak out coworkers

every time it exploded into ash in my mouth, and the first time i did it i ate the whole thing in one bite and literally almost choked on ash and had to take 15 to not die

3. one busy morning our drive thru debt went down, as it often did, and i was the one who got stuck on the phone with the tech people. this lead to say....25 minutes? of them just telling me to turn it off and back on again as i paced around the work space which i should note is probably smaller then my own bedroom losing my mind as they constantly disappeared to try different stuff on their end

the dude kept blaming me and kept implying i was turning it off/on at the wrong times? but didn’t explain what he meant in any form. this went on for 25 or more minutes. after turning the moniter off for the 7/8th time he was like “yeah okay brb again :/” and at this point i had so much built up energy i jumped into the air and slammed back down, crouching as close to the ground as i physically could before springing back up into a normal standing position like “okay! :]”

my coworkers, who had watched the full 25 minute build up of my frustration, rightly lost their minds laughing at my feral energy

4. this one is so random but i think about it constantly - one morning i was taking orders at drive thru and a lady ended up spending i’ll say 20 minutes trying to order some god damn food because she wanted lunch but we weren’t serving lunch cause it was fucking 10am so she went with a grill cheese and like just getting there. getting to the grill cheese? took 20 minutes. she took 5 mins to make up her mind, and then added shit then took it off then added it back. so after we finally cleared that hurdle i did the normal thing of “oh do you want sides?”

that took 8 minutes. couldn’t decide if she wanted 2 donuts or 2 hashbrowns. she decided on one of each.

anyway you can make combos if you get a drink right so then i was like “okay you want a drink to make the combos?” and this lady with the same tone of ‘ugh fuck this retail worker is talking to me, blegh what a fucking moron’ she’s had for this whole 30 minute order that has been shaving at my sanity like a cheese grater is like “Uh, /no/.” so i was like god okay cool your total is blah blah come on up

and then this fucking lady without missing A B EAT is like “oh and i want 2 medium coffees-” and on pure knee jerk reaction i balled my fist and slammed it as hard as i could into our counters, making a ungodly loud noise that made all my coworkers jump. and after i took a sec to like. not die. i somehow managed to be like “haha okay! :]” with a totally normal voice

after that was over i wandered out back to chug coffee and put ice on my hand lol

#asks #anon #can you tell my old job stressed me out ahsdjfgkl #Anonymous

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brown-bi-beautiful · 5 years ago

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Phantom Traveler part 3

Season One. Episode Five.

Bloody Mary (Part 1)

"You, you killed your mother. It was you that should have died, not her." His drunk sickening face taunted you, well a lot younger version of you. You couldn't move at all, it was like you were pinned to the wall. You were shaking , trembling, crying, you knew what was coming next. You didn't want to be hurt again so you kept begging him to stop. But it felt like your throat was clogged, you couldn't say anything. The next thing you know a bottle was flying towards you and smashed right beside your face, you felt the pieces of glass getting stuck in your skin.

Now he was walking toward you slowly, he fling his hand forward to grab you but you yelled 'NO'. The next thing you see was him dead on the floor. Blood everywhere, you looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood. His blood.

"Sweetie, what did you do?" A soft voice came and you turned around to see your mother dressed in an attire you saw her last in, a faded white sleeping gown. "You killed him. You're not my daughter, you killed him. They were right, you're a monster. I gave birth to a monster."

"No, mama." You pleaded in a little voice. "I am not a monster."

You were woken up by Dean's voice yelling at his brother to wake up. You looked at the passenger seat as Sam woke up gasping. You were still panting and sweating from the nightmare. You quickly pulled up your sleeve and wiped your face before the either one could notice.

"What happened?" You asked, trying not to sound too panicked.

"I was having a nightmare again?" Sam replied honestly, but it sounded more like a question for Dean.

"Yeah, another one." He replied.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam joked which you did not find funny at all, but it made you scoff anyway. "What about you?" He asked turning the conversation to you.

"Slept like a baby." You lied through your teeth. Even if they knew you were lying, they didn't question it and respected your privacy which you appreciated.

"You know sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean said diverting the conversation back to this brother.

"Are we here?" Sam asked ignoring Dean's words.

"Yeah, welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean replied making you groan. You grabbed the newspaper you were reading about the case before you fell asleep, looking at the circled articles, you asked.

"So what do you guys think really happened to this guy?" You asked the brothers.

"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean replied. The three of you got out of the car and started walking toward the morgue. The hospital was weirdly quiet, it's not like there's always noises in hospitals but it was just creepily quiet.

You looked the desk of the doctor but there was no one, just an open book. But you really didn't blame him, mean who wants to sit in a room surrounded by dead people 24/7. The nameplate on the desk said Dr. D. FEIKLOWICZ.

The coroner was there though and when he saw the 3 of you he looked up from his book and said 'Hey'. 'Hey' you greeted back cheerfully, knowing already it was time for you to use your charms, that is if it's necessary. "Can I help you guys?" He asked, eyes lingering at you for a few seconds.

"Yeah, we're the med students." Dean said and he looked at the 3 of you confusingly before saying "sorry?"

"Oh, Dr. Feiklowicz didn't tell you?" You asked like you were the most innocent creature on planet.

"We talked to him on the phone. We're from Ohio state. He's supposed to show us the shoemaker corpse. It's for a paper." Dean said backing up your story.

"I'm sorry. He's at lunch." He said.

"Oh, he said, oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body do you?" You asked with a sweet smile and leaned forward, he hesitated before answering. "Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Ooh, we gotta be heading back to Columbus." Dean said looking at you and Sam and you nodded with a pout. And Sam replied with an 'yeah'. "Look man. This paper is half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us-" Dean continued only to be stopped by the coroner. You knew he started growing annoyed as Dean started talking to him 'stead of you. "Oh, look, man....No." He said.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear." You heard Dean say, you turned around and gave them both a 'Let me handle this' look. They knew what you were about to do and you knew they hated it just as much as you do. You turned back around with a sweet smile, you leaned down making sure he got a clear view of your assets, you smiled at him even though it made you sick to the stomach.

"Look, what was your name again?"

"Ralph." He answered.

"Ralph. Wow, that's such a strong name, kind of like you." You said making him giggle and you could literally see the blush even on his bald head. "So Ralph, you have to understand, ok. This paper is really important for us, I can not afford to fail it. I mean eventually I have to come work at this hospital--"

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I can't do that if I fail this paper. I really need your help, would you really let me fail, Ralph?" You pouted and his eyes traveled up from your chest to your lips.

"Follow me." He said after a few secs getting up. You turned around with a victory smile only to see Sam and Dean glaring at his bald head. If glaring could kill he would already be dead a few times.

"For a record I really don't like you doing that." Dean said. "Yeah me too." Sam agreed as the 3 of you followed Ralph into the morgue.

"The newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam said.

"More than that. They practically liquefied." Ralph corrected Sam as he pulled off the cover from Steven shoemaker body. You scrunched your nose at the site of the body, god you are never gonna get used to it.

"Any sign of struggle, maybe somebody did it to him?" You asked.

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." He replied.

"What's the official cause of death?" It was Dean's turn to ask a question.

"Uh, doc's not sure, he's thinking massive stroke, maybe aneurysm. Something burst up in there, that's for sure." Ralph, said.

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"But the eyes. What'd cause something like that?" Sam asked which you know the answer to but you were also sure it wasn't what happened, its never regular science, its always freaky ghosty stuff.

"Capillaries can burst, see a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victim." Ralph said, trying to sound smart in front if you.

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked.

"That's a first for me. But, hey, I'm not the doctor."

"Hey you think we could take a look at that police report? You know, for our paper?" Dean said.

"I'm not really suppose to show you that." He said.

"Ralph." You said with a pout and that was all it took for him to give you guys a copy of the police report.....Well that AND your number. Bobby's number to be honest but it's not like you're gonna meet him again.

"Might not be one of ours. Might be some freak medical thing." Sam said and you rolled your eyes at his naiveness, like it has ever been some freak medical thing in your entire lives.

"How many times in dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean asked as you guys made your way downstairs.

"Uh, almost never?"

"Exactly."

"Alright let's go talk to the daughter." You said as you guys entered the car. Dean started toward the shoemaker house where the funeral was held.

"By the way, did you really give him your number?" Sam asked and scrunched up his nose.

"What? No, are you crazy? That was Bobby's number. And trust me, Bobby doesn't like when guys call him for me." You said making both the boys laugh.

"Uncle Fester's in for a surprise." Dean said, this time making you laugh. You know Bobby's gonna chew your head of for giving a guy his number, again. Yes, you've done it before, but you know that he would rather you give them his number than your's.

By the time Dean pulled up in front of the shoemaker, the funeral was already going on. There was a picture of Steven shoemaker on a table right when you walked in. The ceremony looked a little fancier than your liking.

"Feel like we are underdressed." Dean said while looking around. "Not me. Speak for yourself." You said and and Sam looked at your clothing only to realise you were wearing all black. From your tank top, to your Jeans to your shoes to your Jacket, everything was black.

You guys walked further inside the house and asked an elderly man for Donna shoemaker. He took you to the backyard if the house and pointed at 4 girls sitting. You walked up to them and you saw the blonde girl looking at Dean like he was a piece of meat and it made you glare at her.

"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked one of the girls with short brown hair. "Yeah." She replied.

"Hi, uh, we're really sorry." You said awkwardly with a smile.

"I'm Sam. This is Dean, Alex. We worked with your dad." Sam said and you realised you had no idea what the fuck Steven shoemaker did.

"You did?" She asked in a surprising tone.

"Yeah, this whole thing.......I mean, a stroke."

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." The less blonde girl, who was sitting beside Donna said "it's okay. I'm okay." Donna replied.

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" You asked jumping in on conversation. "No." Replied Donna.

"That's because it wasn't a stroke." a young girl turned toward Donna and said. she didn't look only older than thirteen. "Lilly don't say that." Donna said and you realised it was her younger sister, lily shoemaker.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry. She's just upset." Donna apologised on behalf of her sister. "No it happened because of me." Lily said. "Sweetie it didn't."

"Lily why would you say something like that." Sam said as he knelt down beside her.

"Right before he died I said it."

"You said what?" Sam asked softly.

"Bloody Mary, 3 times in the bathroom mirror..... She took his eyes that's what she does." Her confession made you and Dean raise your eyebrows.

"That's not why dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna tried to convince her sister like any sane person.

"I think your sister's right, Lily." You said.

"There's no way it could have been bloody Mary. And your dad didn't say it did he?"

"No I don't think so."

You walked back inside the house and somehow managed to sneak upstairs. You opened a door to realise it was the bathroom where Steven died. There was still some dried blood left on the floor.

"The bloody Mary legend. Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing." Sam said, already he was talking to Dean.

"Not that I know off." Dean replied walking further I side the bathroom.

"I mean... Everywhere else, all over the country kids play Bloody Mary. And as far as we know nobody dies from it."

"Maybe everywhere it's just a story but here it's actually happening." Dean and Sam converse as you stayed silent.

"The place where the legend began?" Sam asked and you opened up a cabinet where the mirror was. "But according to the legend, the person who says..." Sam stopped when he saw the mirror right in front of his face. He closed the cabinet making you pour at him. "The person who says you know what, gets it. But here--"

"Shoemaker gets it instead." You completed his sentence, breaking your silence. "Right."

"Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror. And the daughter's right. I mean, the way that the legend goes, you know who, scratches your eyes out." Dean said.

"Now what? We can't take her name, what is she? Lord voldemort?" You scoffed at your own joke.

"It's worth checking into." Sam said and right then you heard clicking of heels against the floor. Before you could sneak out of there the less blond girl from before walked inside 'what was her name again?'

"What are you doing up here?" She asked as she looked at the brothers and then at you.

"Who are you?" She asked straight forward.

"Like we said downstairs, we-we worked for Donna's dad." Dean replied.

"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself."

"No, I know, i-i meant--"

"And all those weird question downstairs.. what was that? So you tell me what's going on or I start screaming." She said and you felt this sudden urge to punch her in the face and break her teeth.

You crossed your arms across your chest with a challenging look on your face. You were about to make a snarky comment but Sam stopped you and Dean was already holding you back knowing it he doesn't you'd actually punch her.

"Alright, alright." Sam said, giving you a look. "We think something happened to Donna's dad."

"Yeah, a stroke." She replied sassily but you could see that she was afraid of you.

"That's not the sign of a typical stroke. We think it was something else." Sam explained to her.

"Like what?"

"Honestly. We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth."

"So, if you're gonna scream go right ahead." You said knowing she wouldn't dare.

"Who are you? Cops?" She asked and you looked at the boys.

"Something like that."

"I'll tell you what, here if you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call." Sam wrote down his number on a piece of paper and handed it to her. After that the 3 of you left the shoemaker's house.

"Alright. Say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town there's gonna be some sort of proof right? A local woman who died nasty." Dean said as you guys walked into the library and looked around the stacks of books.

"Yeah, but a legend this widespread, it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch another says she's a mutilated bride. There's a lot more." You said as you walked further inside.

"Ok so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asked and this time sam was the one who answered "well, every version's got things in common. It's always a woman named Mary. She always dies right in front of a mirror. So we gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go, see if we can find a Mary who fits the bill." Sam said making you groan.

"Well that sounds annoying." You said and Dean nodded in agreement. "No, it won't be so bad and it won't be bad at all for you, you love reading, as long as we...." He stopped mid sentence when he saw all the computer in the library were out of order. It made you groan even louder. Sam scoffed and said. "I take it back, this will be very annoying."

When you guys got back from the library Sam fell asleep after a bit of research, and like the really good people the two of you are, you let him. You and Dean were on research duty, which usually excites you but not when you go at it for hours and find nothing.

"I can't find shit!" You suddenly exclaim out loud making Dean jump and he glared at you. "Sorry." You apologized before shutting your book and putting it aside. You got up and walked toward him. "You found anything?" you asked, sitting beside the older Winchester, his eyes never left you.

"Nothing." He replied softly. You put your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes for a second, but opening them back again before his face could come and haunt you. "I'm tired." You said softly. The longest you slept this whole week was for an hour and you knew that Dean was aware of that.

"Take a nap ." He suggested and pressed his nose against your hair, sniffing them slightly.

"I can't." 'i can't, because every time I close my eyes I see him.' you didn't dare to say it though.

"Why?" He asked with a frown.

"Because, I can't just leave you alone here for researching can I? You'll go crazy." You said, it wasn't a complete lie though. You knew the only reason Dean Winchester was sitting silently doing his research was that you were with him, otherwise he would go crazy, surrounded by so many books alone. Before he could fire back any remark Sam woke up with a loud gasp, taking you by surprise.

"Why'd you let me fall asleep?" Sam asked in a gruff voice.

"Because I'm an awesome brother." Dean said and you have to say you have no doubt about it. "so what did you dream about?" Dean asked.

"Lollipops and candy canes." He replied in a monotone.

"And unicorns?" You asked in hopes of lightening mood a bit, they both let out a small chuckle.

"And Unicorns.... Anyway you guys find anything?"

"Beside a whole new level of frustration? Nothing." You said with a groan.

"We looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave but uh...No Mary." Dean said referring to the newspaper arrivals you showed him at least half an hour ago.

"Maybe we just haven't found it yet." Sam said

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area you know, eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing, but there's nothing. Whatever's happening here maybe just ain't Mary." Dean said and as he finished Sam's phone started ringing.

"Hello." Sam said as he picked up the phone "Charlie?"

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Part 2

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team-free-will-you-idjits-67 · 5 years ago

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This Crazy Life (Part 8)

Description: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Waiter, Reader

Relationship: Eventual Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 1733

Warnings: FLUFFY AF

TAGLISTMASTERLIST / JARED PADALECKI MASTERLIST / PART 7

Two days. You hung out with Jared, having him try and convince you to come with him for two days.

You had decided what you were going to do within 12 hours.

The morning after your talk with Jared, you called your mom while he showered.

“You okay, honey?” Worry was apparent in her voice.

“I’m fine Mom. I just,” you sighed, “I wanted to talk to you about something serious.”

“Okay. Go ahead, I’ll give you whatever advice or input I can.”

You swallowed hard, your nerves building up within you, turning your mouth into the Sahara Desert. “Jared and I talked last night and,” you trailed off.

“And what?” She questioned.

“He asked me to go to Vancouver with him. To-to live with him.” You picked at your fingernails as you awaited for her to freak out on the other end. She was silent. Which scared you more. “Mom?”

You could almost see her shrug with her tone, “Well, all I have to say is, do what makes you happy honey. Listen to your heart and make the decision that way. I’ll support you no matter what decision you make.”

You let out a short laugh, “My heart made the decision last night.”

She chuckled on the other end, “I’m sure it did.”

You giggled at Jared as he tried ordering some wine for your meal tonight, reminding you of Sam with Sarah back in season one of Supernatural. “We will, uh, have…”

You shook your head as you continued laughing, “Can we get a couple glasses of whiskey?”

The waiter turned towards you, “Of course. I’ll be right back.”

Jared turned a brilliant shade of crimson, “Thank you. I never know what to pick.”

You nodded, “From now on, order the hard liquor.”

He chuckled as he looked down at the table, “Duly noted.”

The waiter brought your drinks quickly and left you both alone as another table flagged him down. You sipped at your whiskey and giggled, “Besides, it was cute watching you struggle. Reminded me of season one Sam.”

Jared swirled the whiskey in his glass with elegance, “Wow. I-I totally forgot about that.”

You bit your lip as you felt your embarrassment of being a fangirl creep onto your cheeks, “I uh, remember almost too much of the show.”

Jared licked at his lips as he beamed, “I like it. It’s cute.”

Your cheeks turned from pink to deep scarlet from his comment, stuttering over yourself while trying to respond, the waiter saved you from further embarrassment. “Ready to order?”

You nodded eagerly, “Yes! Uh,” you looked at the menu once more, “I’ll get the eggplant parmesan.”

The waiter nodded as he scribbled on his small, black notepad. You looked towards Jared, who was staring at you with a small smirk before the waiter broke his focus, “And for you sir?”

He glanced down towards the menu as he ordered, “I’ll get filet mignon. Medium.” He closed his menu and grabbed for yours before handing them back to the waiter. As the waiter left to put in your order, Jared placed his elbows on the table and leaned towards you. “So, did you decide?”

You played with your silverware absentmindedly, “Decided on what?”

“You know! Are you going to stay here, or come with me?” He asked eagerly. You stifled a giggle that almost erupted from you as you saw him bouncing in his seat like an excited puppy.

“Oh, that. Yeah, I made a decision. A couple days ago actually. ” You left your answers vague and nonchalant, toying with him slightly.

“And?”

You smiled wide, “I’ll go with you.”

Jared bit his bottom lip as he smiled, “Really?”

You nodded, “Really. I’ll stay with you.” You sipped at your whiskey, “It won’t be Sunday though. You know, having to up and move my life and all.”

Jared looked like he was going to explode from all the excitement, “That makes sense.” He grabbed at his glass of water and took a deep drink, “You have a passport and everything though? For when we go to Vancouver.”

You nodded, “I do.” Jared raised his fist low, not to bring attention to you both, but celebrating his victory. “But, we have to iron out some details, like where exactly I’d be sending all my stuff. Cause, you have an apartment with Jensen, right? And are you going to be getting a place in Texas?”

Jared nodded, answering both of your questions. “I do have a place with Jensen in Vancouver, but I was looking online at places in Texas. I had my assistant facetime me today to look at a house in Austin. We can send a majority of your things there. You mainly would just need clothes for Vancouver.”

You sipped some water, digesting the information as your waiter came to your table with your meals. You both ate slowly, discussing the details of you moving in with him: how often you would be where, how often you’d come back home to see your mom, how did Jensen feel about all of this, and more.

At the end of the night, as Jared slid into the driver’s seat of your car and drove back to your hotel, you had never felt more comfortable or happy about a decision in your life.

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Two Weeks Later

“That’s the last of it, for here at least,” you giggled out as you set your last of a dozen boxes into Jared’s bedroom of his Vancouver apartment.

He jumped backwards onto his bed, “Good. Now,” he opened his arms wide with a massive smile, “Come here. I missed you.”

You dramatically rolled your eyes as you crawled up the bed beside him, “I missed you too, Jare. It was weird not having you around for a couple weeks.”

“Tell me about it,” he sighed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “I got too comfortable having you around in such a short period of time.” You both laid there for some time, relishing in the silence before Jared’s anxiety got the best of him, “Are you sure that you’re okay with staying in here with me? I can sleep on the couch while Jensen and I go try and find a bigger place.”

You shook your head quickly, “No, I’m fine with being in here. Besides, we slept in the same bed for a week when we were in New York. It was weird not sleeping beside you the last couple weeks.” You sighed, “Like you said, got comfortable.”

You yawned, causing Jared to snicker as he squeezed you slightly, “Wanna take a nap?”

“That sounds perfect.”

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Two Months Later

You had settled in Vancouver easily with Jared by your side. Within a couple days of being there, Jared had gotten you a job on set. You reset scenes, quite often because of Jared and Jensen’s shenanigans on set.

You reveled in the magic of film work and just being on the set of Supernatural in general.

Being with Jared was also a huge plus. People asked questions, seeing you both together, trying to see if their assumptions were right but you and Jared dismissed them with the truth.

Many people commented on how Jared seemed better than he had been before, even when him and Gen weren’t going through a rough patch. He seemed more calm and more at ease with you around.

You were happy you were helping Jared and you were even more happy that people noticed how great he was doing, considering everything that was going on in his life.

Within the short two months of you moving in, Jared and Gen’s divorce was final and they were in the middle of a custody mediation via skype and lawyers. You knew it was taking its toll on him because of how much he loved his kids, but you also knew that she wouldn’t keep them from him.

They were currently working out a deal, he having the kids during his time off from filming and splitting time during the holidays. So far, it was going well, which made Jared’s focus at work better.

As the last day of filming before the Minneapolis convention came to a close, you gathered some props to bring back to the prop department as Jared ran up behind you, “Y/N! Hey!”

You looked over your shoulder as you continued walking but at a slower pace, “What’s up Jare?” As he caught up, you noticed he was still in his full Sam wardrobe, “Or should I say Sam?”

“Ha-ha. Very Funny.” He playfully scoffed, “But, seriously. I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the convention with Jensen and I this weekend.”

You looked towards him with a raised brow, “You want me to go?”

“Yeah, of course. I just, with everything going on lately I forgot I didn’t ask if you wanted to go.” He put his hands in his front jean pockets and shrugged, “Plus, I already kind of bought you a plane ticket for it.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Well, I guess I have to go now.” Looking towards Jared, slight worry etched on his face, you giggled. “Of course I’d wanna go you dork.”

He sighed with relief and smiled, “Okay. Good. We’re actually flying out tonight. We’re going to make some surprise appearances for Misha’s panels tomorrow night.”

You shook your head with a chuckle as you neared the prop department, “So, you’re going to steal the show from Misha.”

He pursed his lips and smiled, “Pretty much, yeah.”

You handed the prop handler what you had and began walking towards Jared’s trailer so he could change. “Should I bring anything kind of fancy to wear at all or can I dress comfortable all weekend.”

“Uh, well. You can do both. We might go out, so you can bring some stuff for that, but I would mainly go comfortable.”

“Okay,” you softly sighed as you neared Jared’s trailer, “Well, hurry up and get changed so we can go home and I can pack.”

Jared chuckled, “Okay.” He opened his trailer door, “I’ll just be a sec.”

You shook your head as Jared disappeared within the white, metal walls of his set home. You thought about the weekend ahead of you, becoming increasingly more excited by the second.

You were attending your first Supernatural Convention.

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unmanageable-day · 5 years ago

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Part: 1 » 2 » 3 » 4 » 5 » 6 » 7

Genre: drama/angst (maybe???)

When you’re on a so-called break with your (ex-)boyfriend!Taeil, and your friend!Doyoung is slowly—and subtly making his way up to a higher position in your life rather than just being a friend.

"Doyoung, why are you here?" It was unexpected of him to come without prior notice. You were just finished getting ready to go out to meet Taeil. The meeting you had been waiting for. You didn't tell anybody on purpose because you knew everyone would against it.

"Visiting my friend." He wore his little smile as he entered your house as if it was his own. "And since work is not piling up, I'm taking you to out of town." He wandered around, found your usual bag and started collected your stuff and then he put them into your bag.

"Doyoung, I can't today. I have to go somewhere else."

"Yes, that somewhere would be out of town and you're going with me." This boy clearly wasn't listening. Or maybe didn't want to listen to you.

"Doyoung.."

"Jena, you know I don't take no as an answer." He slowly lost his smile while taking one of your coats from the hanger. "Come on. Chop chop."

"Doyoung, just hear me out for a sec."

He reached out his hand to grip yours. "I'm sorry but you only get to see me being selfish today. And yes, you can hate me after this," he said as he dragged you to follow him.

Doyoung made quick steps walking down the stairs and you had no choice but to keep up your pace. You called his name a few times but he pretended not to hear you. Both of you finally reached the parking lot. You were thinking of finding a way to escape. Yet it was a failure even before you tried, and it was all because on this unusual day, Doyoung hired a driver instead of driving by himself. He wouldn't let go of your hand until he gently escorted you until you were in his car. And this is when you hated yourself because no matter what Doyoung does and you despise it, you still let him do whatever he does.

You two sat in the back row. He secured the seat belt for you in silence, then he did too for himself. He didn't say anything, even to the driver about the destination. Perhaps he had told the driver way prior to kidnapping you. Since you suck at direction, the next thing you knew was the car was already passing through the highway, clearly leaving the capital city. You took out your phone to find one missed call and a text from Taeil. It was 1 hour late from the time you were supposed to meet him.

You frowned. Just... why?

Your thumbs typed quickly to reply Taeil's text. Yet just right before you tapped the 'send' text, Doyoung snatched away your phone.

"Doyoung! What is so wrong with you?" You yelled at him.

"Sorry. Today is no phone day." He remained calm as he pressed the lock button on your phone. This time he didn't need to see if the text was from Taeil. He was certain of it just simply from looking at your expression. He did have an intention to repeat what he did back then; deleting Taeil's message and pretending not to know anything. But to do that right in front of you? You were already in rage now. He didn't need another reason to make you more outrageous. "Here's mine," he continued as he took his phone, then he put both yours and his into a small bag which he handed it over to the driver. "Fair and square."

"You're unbelievable," you hissed. You just can't get through what's on his mind. But still, it was not that you completely had no idea why he behaved in such a manner in the past few days. Of course you had a slight hang of it, yet you just kept on denying it.

The driver pulled over in a rest area. Doyoung woke you up, giving you some gentle taps on your shoulder. You were asleep after drowning in your own thoughts and a whole pack of emotion. You opened your eyes, blinking in confusion as you didn't remember how you lost consciousness.

"Let's grab some lunch," he said as he unbuckled your seat belt.

"Where are we?" you asked in a raspy voice.

"Let's hop off first."

"Doyoung, may I have my phone back, just for a while, please?"

"Jena.."

"Please? I promise I'll give it back to you right away." You held on to his arm, giving him a slight squeeze. "Please."

Seeing you pleading with all your might actually made him feel bad to you. He didn't understand why you had to be like that. "I'll give it to you later at night. For now, can you please just enjoy this moment without any interruption or whatsoever?"

You frowned again. You can't hide your disappointed face towards him as you let go of his arm. You ended up giving him silent treatment you had never wanted to do. You would always try to talk first, no matter how uncomfortable the mood is. But for now, Doyoung completely ignored every word you say and he didn't seem to have his cool head now. It would be useless to talk with him. You say A and he would go to Z directly.

So there you were, stuck with him for the next few hours. During lunch, on the road again, until the car brought you to a small house in a woods. The house appearance was like the one in a fairytale. If it was colorful, it may resemble the house made of candy in Hansel and Gretel. But plain as it is was also good, somewhat classic. The grass and small flowers surrounding the house was your favorite part.

Next to you, Doyoung smiled softly looking at you with your sparkly eyes. He was glad you liked the place. He hopped off first, taking care of the bags. You followed him in silence, still admiring the house. Until you realized that the car left both of you.

"Why is the car leaving?" you asked abruptly. You forgot you were giving hin silent treatment.

"I've talked to Human Resource just in case we can't make it in the morning," he said.

You quietly groaned in annoyance as you turned your back and crossed your arms.

Doyoung showed you the room you were going to sleep in and put your bag there. Still, you didn't say a word to him. While he still tried to communicate with you. At least asking what you would like for dinner and breakfast, although both of you knew it would be kimchi fried rice and simple toast.

You spent most of your time in the bedroom, practically doing nothing since Doyoung still kept your phone. You were drowning in your own world, thinking about what would happen with you and Taeil. What if this day was the only chance to talk and make up? Were you going to be angry and spill it on Doyoung, blaming on him for the rest of your life? And again, you fell asleep until dinner time. You came out when Doyoung was already frying the kimchi. "Hey there, sleepyhead. Isn't it a beautiful day to do nothing but eat and sleep all day in Sunday?"

You remained silent as you took a seat on the couch in the living room.

Doyoung followed to the living room, bringing a pan full of fried rice. "Talk to me, please?" he pleaded as he sat down beside you after putting the pan on the table.

You inhaled deeply. As much as you were still upset, Doyoung was a friend you cherished and cared a lot. "What's the matter with you, Doyoung? You're never like this. This isn't Kim Doyoung I used to know."

He chuckled. You could tell he was annoyed a little. "Really? You have no idea?" He was clearly testing you.

"If you have a problem, you can always tell me. I'm your friend." You pretended to know nothing.

"See, this is the problem, Jena! It sucks to keep hearing that I'm only a friend to you. It sucks to pretend that everything is okay. It sucks to pretend that I feel nothing to you. It sucks to bury the fact that I can't get over you!" He started to raise his voice.

You were genuinely surprised by his act right now. It was really the first time he exploded. And you were not sure how to respond, so you just decided to let him spill it all out.

"I like you first, Jena. When I thought I should tell you how I felt, suddenly Taeil hyung came to me and said he developed feelings for you. I sacrificed myself for him, Jena. But look what he did. Look what you are now, where you are now with him. You think I would just sit back and do nothing?"

You were stunned. Finally you heard it yourself that Doyoung had a feeling for you. Yet you were sat still with your expressionless face. You were expecting there would be more coming out after all this time.

"Jena, you have no idea what I would do for you to look only at me. I have played it dirty once. And I can do it again if you make me."

Finally it caught your attention. "What do you mean?" You squinted your eyes as you faced him directly.

Doyoung looked at you with his fiery eyes. But he still managed to be calm and sharp with his words. "You made a mistake letting me have an access to your phone that night when Donghyuk called. Here's another reason for you to hate me: I deleted his message on your phone. You know how I accidentally dropped your phone to a fish pond. I had to, so you wouldn't know I blocked Taeil hyung on your phone."

"You did what? What is so wrong with you, Doyoung?" Now you were the one raising your voice. You just couldn't believe your ears. Was he gone mad or something? Just what was exactly going through his mind?

"You know why I always wait for you to go home together? You know why I always come up with random excuses on weekends just to see you?" He raised his voice even more as he started to get emotional. "So that he doesn't get the chance to see you, goddamit, Jena!"

"Honestly, who are you?!" You almost shrieked as you rose from your seat.

He got up as well and quickly grabbed your hand. "Look, you no longer need him. He wasted his chances. Why do you keep on giving him another one?"

"It's my relationship with him, Doyoung. I get to decide whether I want to give it another shot or not," you firmly stated as you pulled your hand off of his with force. "I want to make this work, Doyoung. I'm sure he and I can get through this. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

"Jena, let's stop right here, please. If there is something I hate, that would be fighting with you." He started to lower his voice as he took a step closer to you. Yet you quickly stepped back.

"No, you always do this whenever I mention it."

"Jena, I've made myself clear. I like you. Now I want you to be by my side."

"I..." You stuttered. It was difficult to find the right words. And somehow you knew he was not going to accept your answers. "I don't know, Doyoung.."

"After all this time, I thought we have a thing, Jena. I thought I have my chance. I've been keeping my hopes high, that your feelings towards me will change."

"I'm sorry, but—"

"I don't want to hear it." Doyoung threw his body back to the couch. His hands were running on his hair, slightly giving himself a light rub on his forehead. "Pretending to support you is the least I can do, Jena. But you have no idea how bad it hurts. I can't even pretend to be happy for you."

"Doyoung..." Your voice got softer, hoping that this conversation could be concluded soon in a healthy way. The only solution you had in your mind was for him to pretend that everything never happens, or for him to completely shut you away from his life so he could move on without having to see you anymore. Or maybe vice versa; you being purposively oblivious regarding his presence.

"Jena," he called with his soothing voice. Your head turned facing him and his bunny eyes. "Break up with Taeil already."

Again. You were speechless and you just dropped your jaw.

"Do that, or I will gladly do it for you."

"Doyoung!" you shrieked in disbelief. You dramatically stood uo as you put one hand on your forehead, another on your waist; a clear sign that you were madly frustrated.

When you were trying to arrange some word vomit in your head, suddenly Doyoung's phone rang. Then he casually picked it up as if nothing just happened.

"Yes, Jaehyun?"

You got worked up when you heard Jaehyun's name. You noticed Doyoung threw a sharp glimpse at you.

"Me? I'm with Jena. We're out of town right now. Why?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, again in disbelief. You knew Jaehyun would tell this to the others, including Taeil.

"What are we doing? Just a short weekend gateaway."

You can sense him smiling although you didn't even look at his face.

"Jena's phone? Umm, I'm not sure."

You squinted your eyes to his words. What is it that he's not sure of? He had your phone with him, for God sake.

"I'm not doing anything stupid. We're going back to Seoul tomorrow. I'm hanging up."

You saw him putting away his phone. "I'm done talking with you," you coldly muttered to him. You stomped your feet in anger, heading to your room and locked it.

Doyoung diverted his sight to his untouched signature dish that had gotten cold, then to your closed door, then back to his phone.

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astroni800 · 5 years ago

Conversation

Since Sonic Twitter Takeover #4 transcription by pacifistchara is no longer available I reupload it here:

Sonic: Hey, what’s up, everyone? Sonic here, excited to be with you all for our fourth ever Twitter Takeover! You can ask me any questions with—

[knocking sounds in background]

Sonic: Oh, sorry, one sec. Yeah? Hello? Oh, Tails!

Tails: Hey, Sonic! Heard you were doing that Twitter thing again! Can I join this time?

Sonic: Of course! You, uh…you didn’t invite Knuckles, though, right?

Tails: Nah, just me! But, uh, I think Eggman was actually waiting outsi—

Eggman: Surprise!

Tails: [sighs]

Eggman: You didn’t think you could host another of these without me around, did you, Sonic? Ooh, and I brought a friend!

Shadow: I’m still not your friend, Doctor. I just felt this Twitter Takeover could use a little help from the Ultimate Lifeform.

Sonic: Ah. Well, it’s a bit crowded in here now, but we’ll make this work! Tweet us your questions today on Twitter with the hashtag #AskSonic, and you might get a special response from us!

Shadow: Wait. Why is it “#AskSonic”? I think it should be “#AskShadow”.

Eggman: Or #AskEggman! I do have a PhD.

Tails: Or #AskTails! I know all sorts of stuff, I’m really smart��!

Sonic: Guys, guys, guys. Guys! It’s just #AskSonic, okay? You can all answer, don’t worry!

Tails: Fine…

Eggman: [sighs loudly]

Shadow: [indistinct grumbling]

Sonic: So send us your questions here on Twitter for the next six hours, and you might get a response from us! Until then…

All: See ya!

Shadow: Hmph. It really should be #AskShadow.

~ #1 ~

Eggman: Let’s see…here’s a question from Sonicguy001. He says, “Tails, what’s the greatest thing you’ve ever invented?”

Tails: Oh, the greatest thing I’ve ever invented? Oh, man, but there’s so many! Uh…maybe the Tornado? No, no, maybe Miles Electric?

Shadow: “Miles Electric”?

Sonic: Oh, that little translator pad you keep with you?

Tails: Yeah! Or – wait, I know, maybe…the Sea Fox!

Eggman: None of these are really that impressive, in my opinion.

Shadow: I’ve never even heard of the Sea Fox.

Tails: Oh, right. We hadn’t really met you yet.

Sonic: Yeah, Game Gear days, my dude.

Eggman: Tails is responsible for the death of so many batteries.

Tails: Thanks for your question, Sonicguy! Between us, I hope my best invention is yet to come!

~ #2 ~

Shadow: TassaneeKunchai asks… If I pronounced that name wrong, change it. Anyway, they ask, “Eggman, do you have any hobbies? If so, what are they?” Heh. This should be good.

Eggman: Ooh, I like this one! Let’s see, my hobbies include long walks on the beach, creating robot armies, and oh, of course – conquering the entire planet you live on.

Sonic: Seriously? Can you really call it a hobby if it’s something you fail at every time you try it?

Tails: Hahaha, are you talking about him conquering the planet or the long walks on the beach, Sonic?

Shadow: He means both. The doctor spends far too much time indoors.

Eggman: I do not! I get outside all the time. You guys, stop ganging up on me! Anyway, thanks for the question, Tassa… [stutters] When I take over this planet, unlike these three, you’ll be on my good list.

~ #3 ~

Eggman: Hope I’m pronouncing this right… LoveyDoveyii asks, “Hey guys, hope you’re all having a nice day. To Sonic, if you were to list everything you like about your little buddy Tails, what would it be?”

Tails: Aww, this one’s about me?

Sonic: Well, let’s see. Tails is awesome for a ton of reasons! But I’ll list the big ones. He’s always there for me when I need him, and—

Shadow: Sure. Just like that time you were sent in a capsule that exploded from the Space Colony ARK, right?

Eggman: Oh, right, I did do that.

Tails: Hey, no, I—!

Sonic: Plus he’s always optimistic, he’s a genius mechanic, and I know he always does the right thing. He once even saved all of Station Square from Eggman!

Tails: Haha, I mean, y'know…

Eggman: I wasn’t really trying, you know.

Sonic: So, anyway, those are just a few of the things about Tails that I think are great. You’re the best, man.

Tails: Aw, thanks, Sonic!

Shadow: I think I’m going to throw up.

~ #4 ~

Tails: Here’s one! Col0rsandmayhem asks, “What are some of your favorite snacks?”

Eggman: Oh, wonderful timing! We’ve just arrived at today’s Twitter Takeover Sponsorship! Here, Sonic, read this.

[paper rustling]

Sonic: Wait, do I really have to—

Eggman: Come on, just read it or I don’t get my free minifridge!

Sonic: UGH, fine. [in a bored monotone] “This Twitter Takeover is brought to you by Chaos Cola, the official cola of Chao Races and Chao Karate worldwide. Crack open a relatively chilled Chaos Cola today.”

Tails: Personally, I like their mint juice drinks better.

Shadow: You’re all such corporate sellouts. I say support indie drinks. There’s nothing cooler than supporting the little guy.

~ #5 ~

Eggman: Jirard the Completionist asks, “Hey guys, huge fan, all hail Shadow—”

Shadow: Ooh, yeah, I like this guy already.

Eggman: Shadow, let me finish, please. [clears throat] “What is your ideal chilidog? Does Eggman’s have egg on top?”

Sonic: Ah. Plain dog, hot chili, and cheese. Easy answer.

Tails: I mostly give my chilidogs to Sonic. But I think I get the same thing he does.

Shadow: First, bonus points for showing me the respect I deserve, Completionist. Second, I add peppers, and even more cheese than Sonic. Just to prove I’m better than him.

Eggman: Mine would have three eggs on top, all with little Eggman faces—

Sonic: Hey, Eggman, check this out. I was searching this dude and he’s got a band called “Big Bad Bosses” with you in it!

Eggman: Huh? That can’t be right. My musical career is kept remarkably secret!

Tails: Oh, wow, there’s a whole Eggman song and everything!

Shadow: If you’ll excuse us, Jirard, we’re about to watch this video and laugh profusely at Eggman. Thanks for the great question.

~ #6 ~

Sonic: Evil_Antho asks “Hi guys! Question for your glorious, egg-shaped mad genius…” You know what, I think we’re just gonna throw this one out.

[paper rustling]

Eggman: Hey, give me that! Let’s see. They want to know if I secretly keep a Chao Garden in my evil lair. “If so, would you please share your secrets to Chao care?”

Tails: Eggman, you have a Chao Garden in your evil lair?

Eggman: What? Heh, not at all, I wouldn’t do that! Even if the evil ones are surprisingly cute, and understand me at a psychological level far deeper than anyone else ever could.

Shadow: Doctor, last time I was at your lair, I could’ve sworn I saw little Chao toys all over the floor—

Eggman: Nononono, those were, those were…those were Tails’s.

Tails: WHAT? That is NOT TRUE!

Eggman: Anyway, uh, thanks for the question, Evil, but I most definitely do NOT have a bunch of secret evil Chao in my lair, haha. CUT THE MIKE! CUT THE MIKE!

~ #7 ~

Shadow: SlashClaws asks, “Eggman, have you ever used your tech for a non-evil purpose?”

Eggman: Good question! But of course, SlashClaws. I did help save the planet from a falling space colony once.

Tails: Yeah, but to be fair, you also kinda started all that.

Eggman: Okay, then how about…I once used it to stop the Deadly Six from also destroying the world.

Sonic: Yeah, but that was using your creation, Eggman. You started that one too.

Eggman: Okay, wow, you guys are just really being mean to me here. I’m not that evil—

Shadow: Don’t trust anything the doctor says, ever. That’s my motto.

Tails: I agree.

Eggman: I just can’t win with you people! Thanks for the question, SlashClaws.

~ #8 ~

Tails: Oh, I got a fun one here! maliasorce asks – sorry if I said that wrong, heh – “Sonic, what is the key to your positivity? What makes you so optimistic 24/7?”

Shadow: Yes, please tell us so I can finally put into words what bothers me about you so much.

Sonic: Hey, Malia! Great question. And, uh, ignore Shadow. [mockingly] He’s just grumpy because he hasn’t had a question in a bit.

Eggman: So what is it that keeps you so positive all the time, Sonic?

Sonic: Easy! Part of it’s my friends, like Tails and Knuckles, and part of it is knowing that no matter what, we can always overcome whatever life throws at us.

Shadow: Aw, how adorable. And remarkably cheesy.

Tails: He’s right, though! Everyone has bad days and rough times, but I think it always helps to know that even if they’re rough, things are going to get better someday.

Eggman: Thanks for the question, Malia.

~ #9 ~

Sonic: All right. Gushers asks, “Yes, hi, Sonic, sir!” Wow, so formal. “Why do people always send me this?” Oh, and there’s a…picture here…

Tails: It’s a picture of you, Sonic!

Eggman: Whoa, looks like an old one! What is this, Dreamcast days?

Shadow: It’s a little picture of you saying “I like Gusher”?

Eggman: Wait, I know what this is…

Shadow: Leave it to me, Eggman. I’ve been waiting for this moment. [clears throat] Silence, brand.

Sonic: Whoa, guys, chill out. I like their Twitter. Thanks, Gushers!

Tails: PS, if you wanna send us any free samples, my workshop’s address is 101 Mystic Ruins Lane, Suite—

Shadow: Tails, you’re doing it again. Stop being a corporate sellout. Listen, Gushers, if you send any samples out, you send ‘em straight to me.

~ #10 ~

Tails: Thomas Capella asks, “To everyone except Shadow, because he already answered, what’s your favorite anime?”

Eggman: Oh, mine’s a bit dark, you might not like it, it involves ghouls and the like…

Sonic: Ha, mine’s easy. Sonic X! Not that I’m biased or anything. How about you, Tails?

Tails: I like the one with the kid who becomes a hero. “One for All!”

Shadow: Mine’s still the one with the girl and the scissor blade. It’s the greatest anime of all time, and none of you will ever change my mind.

~ #11 ~

Shadow: _kimmyko_ asks “Hey, Eggman, where do I sign up to join the Eggman Empire? Is there a paid internship program or something? Asking for a friend.”

Sonic: Whoa, whoa, whoa, kimmyko, let me stop you right there. You really don’t want this internship, trust me.

Tails: Hey, I could use an intern! I mean, I couldn’t pay you in anything but gold rings, but—

Eggman: Would you two stop trying to poach my new hires? People wonder why HR can’t find quality candidates, and now I realize it’s you two! kimmyko, I don’t pay my interns because it’s the most evil thing I can do. But I’d be happy to have you join the Eggman Empire.

Shadow: Between us, I recommend going your own way. You don’t need Eggman or Sonic and Tails. Trust only yourself.

Eggman: Exactly. Trust yourself to ignore Shadow and follow me! Welcome aboard!

~ #12 ~

Tails: Hey, Eggman, what’s that one?

Eggman: Let’s see. SonicReikai asks, “For your Spanish fans, could you four please sing the Macarena?”

Tails: Wait, you guys sang last time?

Sonic: I mean, yeah, a little bit.

Shadow: You have no proof I sang anything.

Eggman: Well, they soon will. Let’s do it!

All: [a few lines’ worth of indistinct mumble-singing] Ay macarena!

Tails: [a few more lines’ worth of indistinct mumble-singing]

All: Ay macarena!

~ #13 ~

Tails: Heh, I like this one. Brandon Santiago asks, “To Shadow, if you’re the ultimate lifeform, how come you need your rocket shoes to run fast while Sonic doesn’t, hmmm?”

Eggman: Ooh, he’s going right in with that one, isn’t he?

Sonic: [mockingly] Yeah, Shadow, why do you need rocket shoes to run fast?

Shadow: What a presumptuous question from this “Brandon” person. I’m not just fast because of my rocket shoes, Brandon. I’m the Ultimate Lifeform. And you would be wise to respect my power!

Eggman: Whoa, he’s actually getting a little angry.

Tails: Do you think he’s upset because it’s maybe a little true?

Shadow: No, it’s NOT true! Tails, you couldn’t even come close to beating me if you tried. Especially if—

Sonic: Guys, why is Shadow glowing red?

Shadow: —especially if I—

Eggman: Oh, no, I’ve seen this before—

Shadow: Chaos—

Everyone else: [screaming]

Shadow: —Blast!

Everyone else: [screaming continues]

~ #14 ~

Tails: DarkNecroDizzy asks, “Hey, Sonic, what do you do with all the golden rings you’ve collected over the years, anyways?”

Shadow: Yes, what do you do with those, Sonic?

Eggman: Ha, he doesn’t have that many! I normally knock them all out of him.

Sonic: Really? Good question, NecroDizzy. I save a lot of them, but I do spend a good amount on Chao and power-ups, too.

Tails: And I use them to fund my creations!

Shadow: I donate all my gold rings to those in need. Check out Global Giving, St. Jude, and Extra Life for some great places to send your gold rings, too.

Eggman: Shadow’s a philanthropist? Who knew? Thanks, NecroDizzy!

~ #15 ~

Shadow: LuckyPaola asks, “Dear Sonic, Tails, Shadow, and Doctor Eggman, what do you eat for breakfast?”

Sonic: Oh, hey, they drew a little image here.

Tails: Oh my gosh, this is so cute!

Eggman: Oh, hey, that’s me on the right there! Am I…am I flipping eggs or pancakes?

Sonic: It’s gotta be eggs, because you’re Eggman, right?

Eggman: Well, sure, but I actually really love making waffles for breakfast!

Shadow: Am I drinking tea or coffee?

Tails: Do you drink a lot of coffee, Shadow?

Shadow: No, I just eat the beans straight. Didn’t you listen to the last Twitter Takeover?

Sonic: Tails, we’ve got little breakfast chilidogs, I think!

Tails: This is my new favorite art ever! Thanks, LuckyPaola!

~ #16 ~

Shadow: Recko the Dark asks, “Well, Eggman, would you sell TV products? What would be the first one that would occur to you?”

Eggman: TV products, hmm… Well, that’s easy. I’ve got so many wonderful products I’ve made over the years.

Tails: All of them remarkably dangerous and definitely not safe for TV.

Eggman: Oh, that’s not true, Tails! I built the Hedgehog Trapper 9000, which is only dangerous if you’re the one being trapped.

Tails: That one has sawblades!

Eggman: Purely decorative, don’t worry! And I’m working out this neat design for a new Metal Sonic – he’s got rockets on both his hands and feet!

Sonic: Wait, whoa, this still sounds really dangerous.

Eggman: Oh, no, no, not for the people on TV, don’t worry. Only dangerous for you, Sonic.

Shadow: Recko, I don’t think we can legally allow Eggman to keep talking, so I’m going to cut the mike here. Thanks for your question.

~ #17 ~

Sonic: Oh hey, the Sonic Stadium – nice fansite name, guys – asks, “Many of our readers want to know, what is the secret to growing such a fine moustache?”

Tails: Wait, is that for all of us or just Eggman?

Eggman: I’ve got this, don’t worry. Listen, the secret is quite simple. First you need good product. I use a firming gel called “Adam and Sven”. Then you use a comb, and also carefully trim it to become impeccably stunning and handsome.

Tails: I wonder what Eggman would look like if we shaved his mustache off.

Eggman: Oh no, trust me, you really don’t wanna see that.

Shadow: I agree, Tails. Maybe we should shave it off right now.

Eggman: Shadow – no no no, please, guys, listen, I—

Sonic: Just grab him, quick!

Eggman: No, no, nonono, wait— [screams]

~ #18 ~

Tails: smoov22_sonic asks, “What’s Shadow’s favorite place to go shopping?”

Sonic: Oh, it’s gotta be that store with all the edgy clothing and goth stuff. What is it, Lukewarm Topic?

Eggman: I bet it’s the Halloween shop down the street! I saw him wearing a cape once.

Shadow: What? Those are both fine establishments, by the way, but I do my shopping at the local convenience store. It’s called “Maria’s”.

Eggman: [quiet intake of breath]

Tails: Oh, wait, um, Maria was…

Sonic: Oh, wow, sorry. I – I didn’t mean to—

Shadow: No. No, it’s fine. As long as I can keep supporting some Maria out there in the world, I…at least feel like I’m making it a better place.

Eggman: This question turned out to be quite the emotional rollercoaster. Thanks, smoov22.

~ #19 ~

Shadow: JadeUltra asks, “Where do you guys see yourself in the future?”

Eggman: Oh ho, that’s easy! Sitting atop my mechanical throne, ruling the world!

Sonic: Also an easy answer. Stopping Eggman from whatever plan he thinks he can pull off, and spending some more time on Twitter when I can.

Tails: I’d like to create more inventions that could support everyone.

Shadow: I’d like to open up a cat orphanage someday, for all the stray cats of the world, so they have a place to stay.

Everyone else: Wait, really?

Shadow: What? I have a soft spot for adorable little kittens. Don’t judge me.

Eggman: So judged.

~ #20 ~

Tails: TheHaasManWyatt asks, “What is your all-time favorite memory?”

Sonic: Oh, I like this one! For me, probably that time we all saved the planet together. Well, the one with the Biolizard, anyway.

Tails: My favorite memory is meeting Sonic for the first time. And after that, uh… My adventure on Cocoa Island.

Eggman: My favorite memory was finally beating Sonic, e-even though it happens all the time. What about yours, Shadow?

Shadow: My favorite memory was being dead.

Sonic: Wow, okay, that got dark.

~ #21 ~

Eggman: GottaPostFast asks – oh, I get that, that’s a reference – “Hey Tails, you probably get this a lot, but what does the fox say?”

Tails: Oh, uh… [quietly] Hey, Sonic, are the lawyers gonna get angry if I sing the song and stuff?

Sonic: [quietly] Yeah, probably. You just have to come up with something else real fast.

Shadow: [quietly] What are you two whispering about?

Tails: N-nothing! The fox says, uh… um… I’ve gotta fly high!

Eggman: Wait, that’s just your theme song from Sonic Adventure—

Tails: So I can reach the highest of all the heavens!

Sonic: Nice save, bud.

Shadow: I’m very, very confused by all this. Thank you, GottaPostFast. Next question.

~ #22 ~

Tails: AshleyChan456 asks, “I’ve got a question to ask all of you. Seeing that summer is nearly upon us, I’ve gotta ask: What’s your ideal summer vacation?”

Sonic: For me, a nice, beautiful beach, a palm tree or two, an umbrella to block out the sun, a boombox to play some tunes…

Tails: A motorized surfboard so I can splash water all over Sonic on accident, then go out of control and try to rescue a big owl guy.

Sonic: I almost feel like we’ve done this before.

Shadow: My ideal summer vacation is a trip to somewhere dark and spooky. I might invite Rouge or Omega to join me.

Eggman: Mine would be in my evil lair, surrounded by my own creations, watching as my minions conquer and capture all the little animals of the forest and turn them into more robots.

Shadow: Wait, can I change my answer? Instead—

Tails: Nope, we’re outta time! Thanks, Ashley, and hope you have a great summer too!

~ #23 ~

Sonic: Menno asks, “Hello, Shadow! What would your ultimate day look like?”

Tails: [imitating Shadow] “Dear Diary, today I brooded. And brooded some more. And then raised some Chao.”

Eggman: Hey, that’s not bad, Tails.

Shadow: Quiet, fox. My ultimate day would consist of a nice two handfuls of coffee beans in the morning, followed by a playthrough of the world’s greatest video game—

Sonic: Sonic Boom: Rise of Lyric?

Shadow: No, Shadow the Hedgehog.

Tails: Probably should’ve seen that one coming.

Shadow: Then I head outside to do mysterious things, like saving people in need at the last moment, or picking up cool dark clothing that I’ll never wear.

Eggman: And then after that?

Shadow: Finally, I head home and put on a good movie, like Chao in Space 3, which features me. It’s much better than Chao in Space 2.

Sonic: …yeah. Well, thanks for the question, Menno.

Shadow: Wait, I’m not done y—

~ #24 ~

Sonic: [clears throat and proceeds to stumble over the pronunciation of the asker’s name several times] aoii91 asks, “How many chilidogs could a hedgehog eat if a hedgehog could eat chilidogs?”

Shadow: Let me get this straight. “How many chilidogs could a hedgehog eat if a hedgehog could eat chilidogs?”

Tails: A hedgehog could eat all the chilidogs.

Eggman: Well, if a hedgehog could eat chilidogs. I think they’re vegetarians.

~ #25 ~

Eggman: Hyper Potions asks, “What’s your favorite Team Sonic Racing track?”

Tails: Oh, man, we have to pick one? But I love so many!

Shadow: Do they mean track, or musical? Aren’t these some of the people who worked on the game’s soundtrack?

Sonic: Hey, I know these guys! Hyper Potions also made the trailer music for Sonic Mania! Well, to answer your question, Whale Lagoon for me.

Eggman: Personally, my favorite track is Final Fortress.

Shadow: Mine is Boo’s House. I love watching Knuckles get scared of ghosts.

Tails: Okay, then mine would be…Sky Road.

Eggman: There you go, Hyper Potions. Oh, and special thanks to the other musicians who helped make the soundtrack so amazing, too!

Sonic: Yeah, like Jun Senoue and Crush 40!

Tails: And Tee Lopes!

Shadow: And Tyler Smith. He also made the theme of Infinite, which I enjoy very much.

Eggman: And TORIENA!

Sonic: Thanks for the question, Hyper Potions!

~ #26 ~

Shadow: TheChaosSpirit asks, “To all of you, what do you guys like to do to stay motivated when the going gets tough?”

Eggman: Personally, I build more robots. Keeps my mind off things. And believe me, the going gets tough for me a lot.

Tails: I like to think about new inventions, or go outside.

Sonic: And I like to stay motivated by running. Anywhere, any place. Oh, and by blowing up Eggman’s robots.

Shadow: I look back on my past dark, traumatic moments, and use those to shield myself from the impending challenges of the future. No matter what may come, I’ve surely faced far worse before.

Eggman: And there you go! Always so optimistic, Shadow.

~ #27 ~

Tails: Ann Michal asks, “Hi, Sonic! Have you ever considered dyeing your fur black and red to look cooler?”

Shadow: Who is this girl? And why does she have such good taste in hedgehogs?

Sonic: I’m sorry, what? Dye my fur black and red? Pshht, no thanks. That’s a Shadow thing right there. I’m good with blue.

Eggman: Wait a minute, you guys. I looked into this person’s history and it says here she even gave a presentation about Shadow.

Sonic: Wow. That’s a lot of retweets, too.

Tails: Ooh, someone’s got an admirer!

Shadow: “An Exploration of Shadow the Hedgehog’s True Moral Compass (& Knuckles)”. Impressive. Very impressive. Nice work, Michal. Thanks for being one of my biggest fans.

Sonic: Blue quills are better.

~ #28 ~

Eggman: LiatrisBlossom asks, “So, Shadow, where was that fourth Chaos Emerald?”

Tails: Yeah, Shadow, did you ever find that thing? It’s kind of a meme on the internet, you know.

Shadow: No, Tails, I never found that [bleep] fourth Chaos Emerald. I tried searching for the [bleep] Chaos Emerald many times, but I never found it.

Sonic: Wait, are you censoring yourself on purpose, Shadow?

Shadow: What? No. I just said exactly what I said in the game. You know, that [bleep] fourth Chaos Emerald.

Tails: Holy cow, he’s being censored in real time!

Eggman: That is some pretty impressive tech, SEGA.

Shadow: You may think you can stop me, SEGA Twitter team, but if I said it in the game, I’ll find a way to say it on Twitter. That [bleep] fourth Chaos Emerald – argh! [bleep] fourth Chaos Emerald! …Curse you, SEGA.

Sonic: Sorry, Shadow, but this was the only way the ESRB would let us continue. Thanks for understanding.

~ #29 ~

Sonic: Sam’s Procrastination Station asks, “Hey, @sonic_hedgehog, do you mind finally explaining to the general audience why you’re in a car in games like Team Sonic Racing? People still ask this question for some reason, so I think this is the perfect time to address it.”

Tails: Oh, that’s an easy one! He’s in a car in Team Sonic Racing because—

Sonic: Because if I was on foot, I’d win instantly. Exactly, Tails!

Tails: Aww, I wanted to answer that one, Sonic!

Shadow: Hold on a second. If you were on foot, you’d still lose just as badly to me, Sonic.

Tails: Hey, I can run too. Doesn’t anyone remember Sonic R on the Saturn?

Eggman: The car makes things even, Sam. But let’s be honest, even in Sonic R, I’m still the best racer by far. Thanks for the question!

~ #30 ~

Eggman: snowcanine asks, “If you guys could change one thing about yourselves, what would it be?”

Sonic: Good question! I’d like to be able to know exactly where the Chaos Emeralds were at any time. Would make stopping Eggman much easier.

Tails: I’d like to be able to keep flying without ever getting tired.

Eggman: I’d get rid of that silly sense of mercy that keeps stopping me from ever finally defeating Sonic. It’s just a weakness, really.

Shadow: I wouldn’t change a thing. Our mistakes make us who we are, and I’m comfortable with my identity.

Sonic: Yeah, I feel like Shadow’s answers are either the most depressing or the most inspiring, depending on the question. Thanks, snowcanine!

~ #31 ~

Tails: Barry Kramer asks, “You guys are in the business of moving quickly. What’s the best way to keep your shoes on? Laces, hook-and-loop fasteners, or, uh, other? Thanks.”

Sonic: Good question, Barry! Personally, I’m all about the buckle. Had it since the classic days.

Shadow: Other. I don’t really need a buckle. My shoes were specially designed and fit my feet perfectly, no matter how fast I’m going.

Tails: I actually don’t use one either! But I totally modified my shoes a bit so they’re a perfect fit too.

Eggman: I, um…I don’t do much running. A genius like me can conquer the world from the comfort of his own chair!

Sonic: Well, thanks for the question, Barry! And hope your next project comes out amazing.

~ #32 ~

Shadow: LTDork asks, “Sonic has become pretty notorious for his terrible taste in puns. Are there any specific jokes you guys like?”

Sonic: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Now, hang on, terrible taste in puns? That’s not entirely true—

Tails: But what about the games, Sonic? It’s definitely kinda true there.

Sonic: Yeah, but those are totally different writers! I’ve got a script to follow! Twitter Takeovers are way easier because I can just…be myself.

Eggman: I’d just like to add that I appreciate all of my writers, no matter the script. Please keep casting me as the villain!

Shadow: Suckup.

~ #33 ~

Shadow: Elsie Fisher asks, “Why do you guys always wear gloves? What are you hiding?”

Eggman: Uh, hands, mostly.

Tails: Hey, Sonic, have you ever tried taking off your gloves?

Sonic: What? No, why would I? They’re super comfy.

Tails: I dunno, like…for science and stuff?

Sonic: Huh. Well, all right, let’s see if I can— [grunting] Huh. Wow. That thing is – yeah, it’s really stuck on there.

Tails: Wait, Sonic. Rrrgh… My gloves won’t come off either!

Sonic: But Tails, what if I have, like, creepy blue hands under these!?

Tails: Uh…

Shadow: Would you both stop panicking? Elsie Fisher, thanks for your question, but we wear gloves because they’re comfortable and cool, and there’s absolutely nothing hidden underneath. …wait, wait. Can she – can she see that I’m winking right now, or is that not going through?

~ #34 ~

Tails: RubberNinja asks, “On a downward incline, would Eggman’s top speed while rolling surpass Sonic?”

Shadow: Wait a minute. That’s Ross. He’s one of the Grumpy Guys or whatever they call themselves. I was a grumpy guy before it was cool.

Sonic: The Game Grumps, Shadow. But this one’s easy, so I’ll answer it. There is absolutely no way I’d lose to Eggman at anything. Especially a speed competition.

Eggman: Hold on, hold on. Let’s think about this scientifically. From a momentum perspective, since I weigh more than you, I would almost certainly eventually—

Shadow: But your body is clearly not built for spin-dashing, Doctor. I don’t think you’d have nearly as smooth of a roll downward.

Eggman: Oh, no, no, we can just do the math here, let’s see. On a downward incline, assuming Sonic begins with a spin dash—

Tails: And also assuming Eggman has no bones to slow him down—

Eggman: Wait, what?

Tails: Eggman would eventually pass Sonic after roughly 7.8 miles.

Eggman: Hold on a minute, what was that about no bones?

Shadow: Well, there you have it, Ross of the Grumpy Grumps. That’s just science.

~ #35 ~

Tails: Chris Scullion asks, “Do ghosts and spirits of our deceased loved ones exist, or are they merely mental projections constructed in our own minds as a coping mechanism, as knowing they still have some presence (albeit a merely etherial one) gives some comfort?”

Shadow: Don’t worry, I got this one. Yes.

~ #36 ~

Sonic: SakataLouis asks, “Can you all say Happy Birthday to my little brother Diego? He’s seven years old today and he really likes you guys, especially Shadow.”

Tails: Aww, that’s adorable! Yeah, we can do that!

All: “Happy Birthday to my little brother Diego. He’s seven years old today and he really likes you guys, especially Shadow.”

Shadow: To Diego, one of my ultimate fans, happy seventh birthday.

Eggman: Thanks for being a good brother, SakataLouis.

~ #37 ~

Tails: Ooh, listen to this one, guys! From Lisamellow1, “An innocent question for Sonic, if he doesn’t mind. I’ve read in a book that it is confirmed by the Sonic Team that Sonic has feelings for Amy, but he’s too nervous to admit it! So, is that true? Also, have this very quick doodle of Amy I made.”

Eggman: Oh my. Is that true, Sonic?

Sonic: Whoa, what, what? A-Amy? Why are you guys asking me this all of the sudden?

Tails: Hey, the fans just wanna know! And you did say they could ask you anything…

Sonic: Yeah, but, well – listen, I don’t really feel comfortable talking about that on Twitter right—

Shadow: Are you afraid, Sonic? Are you running away from your feelings now, too?

Sonic: I just really don’t want to – I’ll be right back!

Tails: …Wow, he’s not normally like that. Well, one thing’s for sure now, the Sonamy fans are gonna go nuts.

~ #38 ~

Tails: theminemanner2 asks, “Doctor Eggman, how long did it take you to come up with the plan of luring Sonic and company into a false sense of security by joining the Twitter Takeover?”

Eggman: Good question, minemanner. Let’s see, how long has it been now…approximately six hours. Surprise, Sonic!

Tails: Oh, if you’re talking about the traps you placed, i already disarmed all of those.

Eggman: What?

Shadow: And the robots you were trying to hide above us were all destroyed when I used Chaos Blast earlier.

Eggman: H-how?

Sonic: And we totally had Knuckles trash your lair while you were doing this. Actually, this was just a plan to get you away from your base, Eggman.

Eggman: Are you kidding me? No! This is not okay! Rrrrrgh…

Sonic: Well, all’s well that ends well! Let’s keep the questions going.

~ #39 ~

Sonic: All right, here’s one! BluSlashed asks, “Who’s the best driver between all of you? You can only choose one.”

Shadow: Is that really a question? It’s well-known that I’m the best driver in this room.

Eggman: Oh no you aren’t, Shadow! You may be fast, but I could outsmart you any day.

Sonic: Ha, didn’t any of you guys watch “Team Sonic Racing: Overdrive”? Tails and I clearly won because we worked together.

Tails: Yeah, it’s all about the real superpower of teamwork!

Shadow: I was winning. You were all slow and had to rely on that Team Ultimate to save you.

Eggman: You know, it’s strange, but I really don’t have much recollection of what happened after that race.

Tails: Oh, uh, yeah, that’s, uh…probably for the best.

Sonic: Should we tell him?

Tails: No way!

~ #40 ~

Shadow: egoraptor asks, “Sonic, have you and Tails just straight-up forgotten how evil Robotnik is? I find it very disturbing to see y'all pal around with this joker.”

Sonic: Y'know, it’s a fair point that Eggman is pretty evil sometimes.

Tails: And he has tried to ruin our lives on multiple occasions.

Shadow: And risked the lives of the entire planet.

Sonic: But he’s more like…a lovable kind of bad guy, you know? There’s just something about him. Well, that and he just shows up uninvited all the time.

Eggman: Dear Arin Hanson, interesting question. I see you’ve chosen poorly when it comes to selecting your allies. I’ll be in touch. Very soon.

Everyone else: Dun-dun-dunnn!

~ #41 ~

Eggman: Caddicarus asks, “So hey, @Sonic_Hedgehog! Why do you collect rings when an anagram of your name is 'coins’?”

Sonic: They’re rings! Way bigger, way better, and you can throw them over your arm, too.

Shadow: Who would even collect coins, anyway?

Tails: All sorts of people, Shadow! I mean, there are people in the street, coin collectors, and that one plumber guy we ran into, y'know.

Sonic: In my humble opinion, Caddicarus, gold rings are way better than coins, and a much better investment, too.

~ #42 ~

Tails: Whew, I had no idea there’d be so many questions coming our way!

Eggman: Well, buckle up, fox boy, it’s normal. I’ve done this for years, trust me.

Shadow: Don’t worry. Eggman’s just upset because we’ve got more questions than he did.

Sonic: Guys, there’s even more questions still coming in, but I think time’s up.

Tails: Well, we’ve gotta stop somewhere. Thank you all so much for sharing your questions with us today, and for inviting me to join in!

Eggman: As always, a huge thank you to my adoring fans.

Shadow: And to the supporters of the world’s greatest hedgehog.

Sonic: Aw, you shouldn’t have, Shadow.

Shadow: No, no. I meant me.

Sonic: Oh. Well. That’s typical.

Eggman: So, what about all the people whose questions we didn’t get to answer? We have to come back for a fifth Takeover someday, right?

Sonic: Whoa! I mean, guys, we just finished the fourth!

Tails: Yeah! And let’s invite someone else next time, too! Like Rouge, or Big, or Amy – oh, maybe Cream—

Sonic: Nononono, uh, Tails, listen—

Shadow: From all of this in this cramped little room, please accept our appreciation for hanging out with us today.

Sonic: Yeah. Thanks, everyone!

Tails: Thank you!

Eggman: 'Til next time!

Shadow: Chaos Control!

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The Invitation

So for massive homework for my creative writing class, he ordered us to write a 10-12 page short story. I think I might have written maybe 13-14 pages instead but whatever.

It features Beth and Ash again. I own Ash, @allthenewsiesaregay-bitch owns Beth. Ironically this story was supposed to be pretty short but then it just exploded and welp, here we are! Enjoy!

And remember!!! Reblog > Likes

The invitation had been sitting on the kitchen table for about an hour. Ash was staring at it when Beth walked in from a late shift. “Hey - uh, why are you creepily staring at an envelope?”Ash tore her dark eyes away from the envelope and regarded Beth in silence, narrowing her eyes and seemed to be thinking something over. “I didn’t mean now look at me creepily.”

“My sister is getting married.” the sentence just rolled off the tongue. Jessica planned out her wedding a long time ago. It was about time she was able to get married too, seeing how she’d been dating Cindy for what, five years? Six? Time was slowly starting to blur together for Ash and she didn’t like it.

“That’s nice, so what calls for staring at the envelope?” Beth opened the fridge, grabbed a beer and shut it again.

Ash was rubbing her face, clearly frustrated. “I told my family I was dating someone, just to get them off my back but she’s sent two tickets.”

“You want me to save you from your own mess.” She cracked open the beer, lifting the bottle to her lips.

“Mama kept asking when I was going to get married....” Ash pinches the bridge of her nose, breathing in deep. “She means well but I got frustrated so yeah, I made one up, sue me. Are you going to help me or not?” her voice came out more of a growl than normal. It happened when she was frustrated, on edge, worried, that sort of thing.

“Sure.” Beth took and sip. Ash sighed and leaned back in the chair. “Isn’t your family like super catholic thought? How do you even plan on getting in the church?”

“She’s not getting married in a church.” Ash got a beer and cracked it open. “They won’t let her.”

“Why?”

Ash took a long swig before answering. “Cuz they’re lesbians, Harold,” then she took a longer swing. They were the gay kids of the family, her and Jess but Ash came out first - literally by attending the Second National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights and getting caught on camera. Jessica came out in the 2000s but they were the rainbow kids of the family, the ones out of the closet at least.

“That fucking sucks.”

Ash shrugged. “We knew it was never in our cards, even when I was alive.” they drank their beers in silence. “Thanks again.”

“Your welcome.” The next week was filled with preparation for their trip, Ash went dress shopping, and she assumed Beth got a suit or something, she didn’t know. “Hey, babe?”

Ash stopped, she was packing her suitcase when Beth called. She poked her head out into the hallway. “Did you just...call me babe?” she went out to the living room where Beth was filling out some paperwork. Ash was pretty sure it was about making Draco her emotional support snake.

“Yeah? I figured we should start with the whole pet names so it sounds natural when we meet your family.” Beth scribbled on a memo nearby, grumbling as no ink came out. “Do you got a pen I can borrow?”

“Give me a sec -” she went into her room, grabbed a pen then came back out and handed it to her. “Here you go - Honey,” a blush creped on the undead’s cheeks. Get it together, idiot! She internally reprimanded herself.

Beth wrinkled her nose. “Don’t call me that.”

“Then what do I call you?”

Holding up three fingers, Beth counted them off. “Stars, lover, and darling.”

“You got the lover one from Hadestown, didn’t you, lover?” It felt weird on her tongue, calling Beth ‘lover’ but it wasn’t a bad weird. She liked it.

“Maybe.” Ash laughed and went back to her room. A couple more days of practice and the pet names slide off her tongue, easy. Soon enough the bags were packed and they were ready to leave.

“Okay, Draco, you’re going to have to be brave for a bit, okay?” Beth stroked his scales as Ash held the box open. “Ash, come give him a boop of good luck.”

“Lover, just put him in the sack.” Really, if they could keep Draco in the cabin - they would but alas, regulations. So instead, Draco was traveling in a sack bag inside of a box, labeled LIVE ANIMAL - SNAKE.

“Give him a boop, babe.”

With a sigh, Ash put the sack down and gently booped the ball python’s snout. Draco flickered his tongue as he continued to do heart eyes at Ash. “Now, lover put him in the sack.” She picked it up again. Beth sighed, muttered some more encouragement to Draco, placed him gently in the sack. Ash put him in the box and sealed it up tightly. “He’s going to be fine,” Ash said as they left the apartment, dragging out their suitcases and locking up the apartment.

“Yeah. I know.” Beth threw in some spells to make sure her familiar was going to be okay. They went down the stairs and got in Beth’s car, the Broom, and drove to the airport.

Airports. Ash hated airports. Before 9/11, it was so easy but now it was hell. Beth was uncomfortable, she was uncomfortable, and after they were seated on the plane, Ash let out a breath of air she didn’t know she was holding. “Should I ask how the fuck your sister afford first class?” Beth was still in awe.

“She does the books for some very rich companies. They pay her good, it’s kind of insurance for her not to embezzle.” Ash and Jes were gays who could do math. They were too powerful but luckily only one of them was still alive.

“Are you sure she doesn’t embezzle?”

“If she does then good for her.” Ash closed the window and adjusted her hat. Her sister loved her dearly, she got them tickets where they’d fly and land during the night. She even noted how her sister's wedding was taking place after sunset, a kindness that her sister wouldn’t die during the ceremony.

The flight went smoothly, when they landed, Beth was eager to get her snake back. “Walk - walk! Lover, you’re going to run into someone!” Ash ran after Beth, her fake girlfriend rushing to the baggage pick up to get her snake. Miraculously, she’d didn’t and Ash considered herself lucky because she was dead and was unable of having a heart attack.

“Where is he, where is he?” Beth mumbled as Ash slowed down next to her. When his box slides down the baggage carousel. “There he is!” She rushed forward and picked up the box, Ash, on the other hand, went for their luggage. “Got him!” she grinned.

“That’s great, lover, lets get out of her.” Ah, airports. Always better to leave than to arrive. Ash whistle down a cab, told the guy to drive to their hotel, and off they went. “This your first time in LA?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to go sightseeing?” Ash wouldn’t mind if she said yes, she knew the city like the back of her hand - spending most of her life in the city.

“Nah.” Ash let loose a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The cab pulled up to the hotel. “Keep the change,” Beth paid then got out, Ash at her heels. “Your sister is rich, isn’t she.”

“Like I said. Rich companies.” they walked in and Ash beelined to the desk. “I have a reservation for Ashley Carissima Lucy Vecellio and her girlfriend? It was made by Jessica Vedattie Agatha Vecellio?” she put on her best smile, fingers crossed. Don’t be homophobic, don’t be homophobic.

“Why four names? Who on earth has four fucking names?” Beth muttered Ash ignored her.

“Can I have some ID?” asked the clerk. Ash whipped out her driver's license - the new one, forget with an appropriate birth year for what she looked like and handed it to the clerk. She checked it over then handed it back

“Everything seems to order, here are your keys. You’re on floor 7, room 721” The woman handed them two thin cards. “Have a nice evening,”

“Have a nice evening,” Ash headed towards the elevator.

“Really, why four names?” Beth asked again, this time louder and not grumbling.

Ash put down her bag and pushed the floor button. 7th floor, not bad. She thought with a sigh. “It’s because we were confirmed and took on the name of a saint. My middle name is Carissima but when I was thirteen, I was confirmed and picked the name of Saint Lucy.”

“What she the saint of?”

“The blind. Our church had a statue of her, she was this pretty lady holding a dish. In the dish was her eyes. It was pretty rad.”

“Please never say that ever again.” Ash opened her mouth to say something but then the elevator shuttered stop and opened. She walked out, Beth behind her. “Let’s see...721….” they kept walking looking for their room until at long last they found it. “This is it.” Beth unlocked the door and walked in. It was a nice room, comfortable enough and yet…

“There’s only one bed.”Ash internally screamed. Beth didn’t seem to mind, she was too busy opening up Draco’s box and releasing the snake.

“How you doing, buddy?” Draco poked out of the sack and flickered his tongue.

“Beth, there’s only one bed! Do you want me to sleep on the couch-”

“We’re sharing, babe,”

Ash’s cheeks turned scarlet. “Right, yeah, I forgot.” She distracted herself by starting to unpack. “Alright, love, we’re here for three days. Tomorrow, we meet my family for lunch/dinner, Sunday is the wedding, and then on Monday, we fly back home.”

“Sounds good. Your family knows you’re a vamp, right?” Beth scooped up Draco and put him on her neck before hauling her suitcase up on the bed. She opened it and tossed her grimoire on the bed. No witch left home without hers, Beth was no exception.

“The immediate family does,” Ash rushed to the closet, hanging up her dress and shutting it before Beth could see. “Let’s keep it a secret, what where’s wearing,” They made a deal back in Chicago. Best to keep it a surprise, it made Ash smile. “The rest have been told I developed a skin condition so I can’t be in the sun.”

“Mhm.” They unpacked. Afterward, Ash opened a shampoo and drank straight from it, her teeth stained red. “Blood in a shampoo bottle. Smart.”

“When I moved to Chicago, it was a lot easier. No one questioned why I had so many water bottles.” She wiped her mouth, not getting a drop of blood on her clothes. Her eyes brightened once she drank. “I call left.” She pats the bed, she was sitting on the left side.

“I’ll take right then.” Beth looked at a clock. 10:55 glared back in white block letters. “You going to stay up, babe?”

Ash was already digging out her pajama shirt from her suitcase and pulling off her shirt. She shook her hair and unclasped her bra. If this sounds descriptive this is because Beth couldn’t stop watching. Then she stretched her hands to the sky, her eyes shut. It was as if she was putting on a show. She probably was, seeing how she knew Beth was watching her. “No,” she took her time in putting on the old dress shirt, buttoning it up by the front nice and slowly, leaving the last three buttons open. “Shouldn’t you be setting up Draco’s terrarium, not looking at my tits, Lover?”

“Fuck you.” She climbed off the bed and constructed it. Ash’s laugh followed her out of the room as she turned off the lights and snuggled under the covers. She was asleep by the time Beth came back, not even moving when she climbed into the bed. Beth would have to put a halt on her revenge until the morning. It wouldn’t be too hard, Ash flushed whenever Beth took off her shirt. She fell asleep plotting her revenge.

Beth blinked her eyes open to peek Ash changing out of her pjs into a casual outfit, to which she quickly closed her eyes. Nope, nope, don’t be a peeping Tom. “It’s about time you woke up,” Ash clipped her bra in the front then slipped into the bathroom.

“How did you know I’m awake?” Beth sat up and rubbed her eyes.

There was movement in the bathroom, Ash replying while brushing her teeth. Her words were bubbled and barely understandable. “Your heartbeat spiked!”

“Oh…” She got out of bed, the narrator is going to skip the morning trifles of getting ready, eating breakfast, Ash driving to her parent's house until ...ah! They’ve arrived. Fantastic, interesting stuff. “So any topics I should stay away from?” Beth asked as they walked up to the two-story house.

“Let's see...the fact that you’re a witch, you own a snake, and our entire apartment being monsters.” Ash dug out a bottle from her purse, a golden liquid swirling inside, she continued to uncork it and drank it to the last drop.

“Why are you drinking a potion?” “It’s so I can eat garlic, don’t judge me.” In a household like hers, if she didn’t drink a potion, Ash would be in the emergency room in less than half an hour with her throat closing from eating something with garlic in it. Sure, she was a vampire and yes, it could kill her but damn was garlic delicious.

Beth raised an eyebrow, she didn’t know potions like that existed. She wondered who Ash paid to make it.“People make potions like that?” “Yes, shut up, lover,” she hissed, shoving the bottle back in her purse before then knocked on the door and waited. One of the cousins opened the door, Ash waved with a tight smile, not showing her fangs. “Hi, Anthony! Can we come in?”

“Ashley, it’s been a while!” He pulled her in a hug, Ash embracing her cousin. When they pulled away, he regarded Beth. “And who’s this?” “Anthony, this is my girlfriend! Beth!” Ash put an arm around Beth, smiling. It didn’t seem fake. Anthony let them in, it was crowded and the house smelled delicious garlic.

“Your name isn’t a cool pun on your vampirism?????” Beth whispered to her as they slipped into the crowds.

“Shut the fuck up, Bethany.” She hissed. “Oh thank the fucking gods, breadsticks.” She grabbed two as they passed buy and sank her fangs into one. It tasted delicious, the garlic coating her tongue.

No wonder Ash drank that potion. She watched as Ash shoved a breadstick into her mouth. It was good when Ash pushed a breadstick into Beth’s hands. “Eat! Eat, you have to eat, lover!” She insisted.

“Topolino!!!” an old woman yelled in joy, drawing Ash into a big hug. Ash squealed with delight and hugged her back. “My darling girl, you are too thin! Have you been eating enough?” If not for the dynamic between the two women, Beth knew this was Ash’s mother by how much they looked alike but her mother was aged, smaller, and round.

“Mama, you know I have, I just miss your cooking!” The two finally let go of each other and Ash stepped towards Beth, putting an arm around her. “Mama, this is my girlfriend - Beth,” She announced with a smile.

“Hello, Ma’m,”

Ash’s mother regarded her with a stern expression. “Do you treat my girl with respect, Beth?” her voice rough, her mouth in a tight frown, it was as if she was worried about something.

Beth nodded. “Of course! How else would I treat her?”

Immediately, her mother relaxed, a massive worry lifted from her shoulders. “Welcome to the family, Beth, tell me have you eaten?” Beth shook her head. “I’ll find something for you to much on,” she smiled then slipped into the kitchen.

Ash sighed with relief. “She likes you. Thank the gods. That makes this so much easier.” She was right in a way, most of Ash’s family liked Beth, the woman of the family kept trying to feed her food while the men were trying to draw her into card games. A good night, Ash got to visit among her family while eating homemade pasta. Yum. To wrap a long story short, they walked back to the hotel with plenty of breadsticks shoved in Ash’s purse.

“Your family is…”

“Intense? Yeah, I know,”

“I was going to say nice, babe, but that too,” Ash nudged her in the ribs and she laughed, the evening going on smoothly. The fake couple ended up relaxing to a movie, Draco coiled around Beth’s neck. Then the day of the wedding was upon them. The day was a mess of getting ready, making sure they knew where the garden was, then the waiting game. The wedding wasn’t until

“Hey, are you done yet?” Beth drummed her fingers on her top hat. Getting into a suit was much easier than trying to zip up a dress herself and she’d heard Ash stumble and curse several times since she left to change in the living room.

“Just- just get in here and help me!” Ash hissed, her fingers trying to claw at her back to attempt to self zipper up the back. Beth set aside her hand and walked in. Ash was wandering around the room, most of her outfit complete with makeup and heels already on, making the height difference between them from 3 to 5. Ash was now standing at a solid 6’.

“Just hold still.” Ash stopped with a huffed and folded her arms across her chest. Beth stood on her toes as she zipped up the dress. “Why wear heels, you’re already 5’8,” she grumbled.

“Jealous, lover?” Ash mumbled.

Beth rolled her eyes then hooked the dress up. “You wish. There, you’re good. You finished?” She checked her watch, they still had an hour to walk to the garden and find good seats.

“Just about,” Ash walked to the table, picked up one of her perfume bottles then spritzed some of it on her neck, rubbing it in. “C’mere, lover,” she walked over, before Beth could protest - she got hit with a squirt of perfume as well. “There, we match,” Ash smiled, showing her fangs. “You can look now.”

To put it simply, her dress was gorgeous. Black, of course, sleeveless, and covered in an assortment of flowers giving it shy pops of color. Hands were covered by matching black gloves, used mostly to cover her pentagram scars. Her make up was simple, just blush and dark red lipstick, and dark locks swept over her shoulders. She was gorgeous, Beth considered herself lucky she didn’t blush. “You look great, babe,”

“Lover, who gave you the right to steal Cara Delevingne’s look?” Ash muttered as she straightened Beth’s tie. Honestly, Beth needed to wear more suits because damn.

“Who says she didn’t steal it from me?” Ash giggled, letting go of Beth’s silver tie. “We should start walking, “

“We should,” Ash took her fake girlfriends arm and hand in hand, they walked out. “You have one of the hotel keys, right?” Beth responded by patting on her breast pocket. “Good,” then they walked hand in hand to the garden, found good seats, and waited. It was a beautiful wedding, really, it was but unlike the one in the P!ATD song, the bride isn’t a whore and it went without Brandon Urie prancing about in a ringleader’s outfit.

It was at the reception Beth learned how well Ash could hold her liquor. Not at all. Ashley Carissima Lucy Velcellio was a lightweight. “You’re telling me you are sixty-two years old and still a lightweight?” Beth was from the deep south where she had her first beer at thirteen.

Ash giggled, her cheeks red before she covered them. “Yep!” What a troublemaker a drunken vampire could be and how fun but the most interesting incident went like this, “I’m not scoopable.” she muttered into her glass at one point of the evening.

“You’re not what?” Beth put down her beer.

“Scoopable. I seem to have a trend of dating people who are shorter than me but dammit I just want to be held in someone's arms but I’m just not-” she hiccuped, “scoopable.”

“Yes, yes you are,” Beth was already standing as Ash scrunched up her red face in confusion.

“I’m pretty sure I’m not- oh! Oh!” She damn well squeaked as Beth scooped her up, holding her just fine in her arms.

“You ARE scoopable!” Beth declared, watching as Ash threw back her head in a full laugh - her fangs on display, shining in the lights.

“Okay, okay, lover! You’ve proven your point!” Ash giggled. She giggled a lot when she was drunk, Beth noticed it. Her cheeks were red, sometimes she slurred her words, and her face was always dangerously close to Beth’s.

“Maybe I like keeping you in my arms, we’re finally level.” Ash giggled. “You’re kind of cute from up here,” it was the last thing Beth got out of her mouth before Ash did the unthinkable. She kissed Beth and Beth kissed her back.

“Gods, I’ve been wanting to do that since….like forever,” Ash giggled, licking her lips. Beth tasted like beer, seeing how she’d been drinking it for most of the evening.

“You taste like vodka,” was all Beth could say, her brain had short-circuited.

“Well excuse me - you don’t taste much better!” It didn’t stop her from kissing her again and again. “Pinning sucks,” Ash muttered after the third kiss.

“Let’s stop doing it,” Beth muttered back.

“Deal,” Ash giggled and kissed her again, only to stop when someone screamed the bouquets were going to be thrown. “Oh! Put me down! Put me down, lover girl!” Beth complied and Ash grabbed her hand, dragging her in the directions of the scream. “Come on, one of us gotta catch it, right?” Ash laughed, drunk and high on Beth’s kisses.

It was a wild night but wild nights should be our luxury. Ash didn’t remember the end of the night when Beth carried her back to the hotel - her sister's bouquet of roses and calla lilies clenched tightly in her hand. She did remember changing out of her dress and Beth herding her into bed before she got pulled into another kiss.

In the morning, Ash woke up first, her head aching. Gods above, how much did I drink? Ash wondered as she climbed out of the bed and spent five minutes digging through her bag for some Tylenol. After pills were taken and several blood pouches drained, she turned her attention on Beth, still sound asleep. “Wake up, lover,” Ash poked Beth’s cheek. “We need to get ready if we want to make our plane on time,”

Beth opened her dark eyes, blinking them at the vampire hovering over her. “You...you don’t have to call me lover anymore,” She didn’t want Ash to stop but she forced herself to say it. There were heavy doubts Ash remembered most of the last evening seeing how hammered she was.

Ash frowned. “Listen, I’m all for silent pinning and all that shit but I kissed you last night. You kissed me back. I said how I’ve been pinning for a while, you replied in kind. So I just assumed we were dating. Guess I assumed wrong-” she didn’t get to finish. Beth pulled her down into a kiss.

“You still taste like vodka,” said Beth when they finally pulled away.

“Oh, sue me.” Ash huffed. “Now come on, we’re going to miss our flight if you don’t get your ass out of bed.” She turned and resumed packing. In a couple hours, they were back in Chicago, opening up their apartment while holding each other's hands.

“Hey, did you see that Ash and Beth are holding hands?” Calla, the local faerie, nudged her girlfriend as they left the building, passing the couple on their way up to their apartment.

“Don’t remind me,” whined the selkie.

“You owe me ten bucks.”

“I know, Calla!”

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Hakuoki Hijikata Biyori Track 7 Translation Attempt+ update

Update first (and at the end): found the Shinsengumi Oni-tan translated in Chinese~!! Unfortunately I have no time to read it right now and I’m not sure if I’m missing anything as there are nine tracks on the CD (+1 song which I didn’t find translations for, not that I’m going to do any lyrics translations).... Somehow I managed to get a ton of other translations while I was at it though... *sigh.*

Anyway, this is the last of my stock for translations from Chinese to English that I actually started a month ago (like my music transpositions I tend to do more than one at a time) but kinda forgot about since I got distracted by the Saito short story (priorities, haha. in general it’ll go: Saito> hijikata/kazama/yamazaki/sano> sakamoto>souma>souji>heisuke>iba>sanan>nagakura or something like that if I were to put an order to it for pairing characters and more lore(in relation to oni anyway though there’s only one drama that fits this criteria rn)>personal entertainment value> something really long>monologues (I like interactions more [on that note the 8th HT biyori is only with hijikata so i’m pushing that off til later), in terms of me choosing something I suppose).

Here is my translation attempt with lots of machine help for the 7th Hijikata Biyori Drama.

Enjoy...

Hakuoki Hijikata Biyori Track 7 Dispute “ 争吵 “

Translation Attempt by KumoriYami

Going forward, ‘( ) and /’ will be used for personal edits/places changed for better flow/uncertain points while [ ] will be used for personal notes unless brackets are being used in a short story translation where they’re also used for thoughts (only got 7 of those tho).

Nagakura: I can't take it anymore! Let's do it! Heisuke!

Heisuke: That's my line, Shinpachi!

Nagakura: Ohoh! (You're) pretty confident (alt: Pretty confident, huh)! Don't cry afterwards!

Heisuke: Shinpat-san you really are!(---> Really Shinpat-san , you!(?))

Nagakura: What did you say/are you saying?

Heisuke: You coming?

Nagakura: Coming!

Heisuke: Haven't started yet! (-->Haven't even started!)

Nagakura: Really, you’re so hot/It’s so infuriating you/ You people really well done ah!/Really, you’re so hot-headed/ Really, you’ve got such a temper!

[ I have no idea what to do with this sentence and this is just all the mtls of the sentence with the last 2 being my not exact interpretation of “真让人火大啊你!” will probably go with the 2nd last one though?????? an acquaintance translated this as: you really making people mad ]

Heisuke: What did you say/are you saying?

Hijikata: Hey! What are you arguing/fighting about!

Nagakura: Hijikata-san, don't stop me!

Heisuke: Haha, don't stop it (him)!

Hijikata: What's going on? Are you fighting?(-->What are you fighting about?/Why are you fighting?)

Nagakura: Fighting? It's not about boring/trivial things// anything so trivial.

Heisuke: Yes! It's/This is a fight between men!

Hijikata:...You guys, what’s the reason (for) this time? Is this a fight over food again?

Heisuke: Aaaah!!!

Hijikata: Hey, what happened, Heisuke?

Heisuke: I remembered! That is, the fish that I was going to have for dinner the day before yesterday, my share was, it was eaten by Shinpat-san !

Nagakura: Ee?

Hijikata: That being said, Heisuke came back very late that day.

Heisuke: Yes, yes. When I returned, the rice was still there but all the (side) dishes were gone.

Nagakura: ....Why are you saying/implying that I took it(/them)?

Heisuke: This is something that only Sano and Shinpat-san would do!

Nagakura:.....No, not Sano?/ Then, then what about Sano?

Hijikata: Harada wasn't at headquarters that night.

Nagakura:............

Heisuke: Look! This is/it was Shinpat-san!

Nagakura: Then, I have to ask, was it Heisuke who stole my blanket last night!

Heisuke: Eh?

Hijikata: Speak of which/On that subject, it was really cold last night.

Nagakura: Right, Hijikata san. I found that my blanket was gone! I felt like I was going to freeze to death when I woke up this morning! [will need a better way to phrase this later]

Heisuke:...H-how do you know that you didn't move it when you fell asleep? Because Shinpat-san has bad sleeping habits.

Nagakura: How can/could (I) be skilful/clever--> How could that happen/How could I do something like that! You took it/ it's you who took it!

Heisuke: I, I don't know (anything about it!)!/ I don’t know what you’re talking about!

Hijikata: Aah, enough! i know i know! For such a stupid reason? Really, just fighting for this?

Heisuke: What are you saying/talking about, Hijikata-san!

Nagakura: Dishes(/food) and blankets are different things!

Heisuke: We won't be fighting over such trivial/boring (stupid) things/(reasons)!

Nagakura: Oh, yes! (We're) not kids! right, Heisuke?

Heisuke: Hijikata-san, you looking at us like that will make us feel troubled!

Hijikata:....Then what was the reason for this fight?

Heisuke: Areh?

Nagakura: Areh?

Hijikata: What happened for the two of you to act like this (then)?

Heisuke: Eh... what's the reason?

Hijikata:....Well, I need to see Kondou-san about something. Later/See you later.

Heisuke: Wa-wait a sec/moment, Hijikata-san! No need to look so tired, we have a reason!

Nagakura: That is/Indeed/that's right! now please wait a moment! because Heisuke will come up with a reason.

Heisuke: Why is this my responsibility! Shinpat-san started it/this!

Nagakura: What are you saying! It's because Heisuke immediately came back right away! (--> It’s because Heisuke suddenly spoke up) [I think this is referring to responding right away]

Heisuke: Ah, I can't take this anymore (of this)! Let's do this/it, Shinpat-san!

Hijikata: You're continuing to fight/You're fighting again.

End

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So I found translations for all of the Hijikata Biyori Tracks so I’ve added them to my growing list of things to torment myself with (*insert pitiful laughter here*)... also the audio for this is on youtube so I may get to making an srt file and a subbed video in the future though it’s a low priority since those tracks are grouped together and it’s a pain in the ass to go and cut videos since I hate timing stuff and my video editor isn’t great with that.

Regarding the Hana no Shou Reservation Bonus short stories that I plan on translating, I’ve only found stories (side note: a bunch of translations online can’t be accessed by simply clicking their links for some reason and I don’t know how to avoid getting stopped by their host websites) for: Saito (done!), Hijikata (80%ish done), Yamazaki, Kazama (40% done but i hate translating his stuff in general since his way of speaking is weird in Chinese, difficult to translate, and i’ve taken a creative license with a bunch of his stuff which might cause things not to be accurate -.-), Harada, Souji, and Heisuke. As I have way too many things on my list now (seriously it exploded since a friend of my sent me a link that gave me +20 dramas to look at including the Shinsengumi Oni-tan drama...), I don’t have any intention on looking for the stories for Sakamoto, Shinpachi, Sanan, Iba, and Souma (again, sorry, but I don’t wanna accidentally give myself more things to work on lol). If someone sends Chinese translations of them my way however, I will add them to my list.

One of these days I’m going to add a page to my tumblr that basically lists what drama audios I’m looking for since I got the names/pics for some of them which would really help if people want the stories to have audio.

#Hakuoki #Hakuouki #hijikata biyori #hakuoki drama cd #hakuoki drama translation #hijkata toshizou #nagakura shinpachi #toudou heisuke

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