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🩸🩸 BUTTER KNIVES🩸🩸

Human!Alastor x f!reader

blood / size kink / bitting / incorrect usage of knives / virgin reader / fucking in general / ALASTOR IS FILTHY AS HELL / porn with plot

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Your father always disapproved of him. A girl like you should never marry such man.

"A radio host? Pumpkin, you need a man who will be able to look after you when you grow old." Your father had said to you when you had gathered all your courage at dinner table one evening.

"But... I love him father..." You mumbled quietly.

"Love? You're far too young to know what love is. And besides, didn't you see at the ball how all the girls were looking at him? I can bet, that he looks at all the girls the same." Your father continued and dabbing at his moustache with napkin, cleared his throat:

"I must head out. Moon is out tonight and it's perfect for hunting. Lads will be waiting on me by now."

"Stay safe." Your mother kissed your father on cheek and saw him off. You were left sitting alone at the table, staring at your half eaten plate.

"Dont take it so hard, petal." Your mother stood next to you and gently run her hand through your hair.

"A man I respect is keeping me away from the man that my heart yearns for..." You sighed.

"Does father want me to marry someone I do not love? I'd kill myself in such marriage, mother."

"Don't even say such thing. You know your father is only looking out for you. For your future." Your mother said, trying to calm you.

"Alastor is also looking out for me." You narrowed your eyes at mother. With a hard look down at you, your mother advised:

"I think... It would be better if you did not see him anymore. Don't make your father angry, petal."

You looked up at her, not believing what she had just said.

"What..? Mama... How could you say such thing?" Your lip started to tremble. With blurry vision you looked around the table, butter knives shining in dim light. With angry huff you tried to brush your tears away and stood up, chair falling over in process. Your mother took a step back:

"Behave now." Mother said in sharp tone. You took a quick glance at the clock on the mantle piece and then bolted for the door.

"Where are YOU going at such hour?!" Your mother grabbed your hand before you even got two steps away from table.

"Clearly away from here." You spat, not breaking eye contact.

"You will sit back down, finish your dinner and go straight to bed." Your mother stated, her grip on your arm tightening. What she didn't notice, was how your other hand sneaked behind you and blindly reached for the first thing - the glimmering butter knife.

"I will not do such thing. Now. Let. Go." You said through gritted teeth.

"That's it. You insolent daughter." Your mother's hand reached up to grab your hair, but before she could do so - you were pointing the knife at her.

With wide eyes, both of you stared at the knife that was between you two.

"Mother.... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean--"

Your mother looked up at you and in one swift motion slapped you right across your face. With a cry you clutched your cheek and finally escaped the house. Leaving your mother to seeth back at the doorstep.

Quickly running down the front stairs of the house, you bolted across the yard. Ducked through the wooden fence that held your father's horses out of mother's garden, and run bare feet in the field. Trying to put as much distance between her and yourself.

When you finally had reached the other far off side of stockyard, you felt like you could breath again. Not bothering to climb over the fence you sat in the wet dewy grass and leaned against the fence pole. Distinct sounds of hunters gunshots and hound howls echoed in the forest behind.

You looked down at your hands. Right one still clutching the butter knife. From holding it incorrectly in your hand while on the run, you had accidentally nicked your fingers. New tears gathered in your eyes and you let out pathetic whimper.

"Y/n...?" You heard steps approaching on the other side of the fence on the gravel road.

"A-Alastor?" You immediately jumped up. Switching the knife from one clammy hand to other and hiding it behind your back. Now free hand, whipped your nose and cheeks, unknowingly to you - leaving red streaks across your face.

"What has my darling doe crying?" He quickly approached the fence when he picked up on your sniffling.

"Its fine, Alastor. Just had quarrel with my mother." You tried to laugh it off.

"A bloody one, as I see." He eyed you, reaching for your cheek. You tried to step away, but his warm touch was so inviting.

"Show me your hands, love." he said. He wasn't asking.

Swallowing thickly you brought both hands in front of you. Feeling like child in trouble. Trembling, and both bloody by now.

"We were having family dinner. And my father was reminiscing on the previous ball. And asked if I fancied any men there-" Alastor eyed you sharply for a second, unknowingly to you as you kept on rambling:

"-and I said that there was a man that I have had eyes for such long time, that the other men at the ball didn't even interest me. And he asked who. I said it's you. And he said that I should look elsewhere. I stood my ground and told him I love you. And he disapproved. Then mother said I should listen to him. Then she was screaming, saying I should stop seeing you. I got angry. She grabbed me. Tried to pull my hair and I... I just -I just pulled a knife at her... And then... And now I'm here..." You ranted so quickly that now you were out of breath.

With gentle chuckle, Alastor reached for your hand that was holding the knife, his ever seeing eyes, noticing the cuts on your other palm. He slowly frapped your fingers alongside his around the hilt of the butter knife and pulled both of your hands across the fence.

"When in dire straits, slice the sinew to halt movement," he murmured, gently drawing the knife across his chest. "Stab and pivot to temporarily cease motion," he directed, gesturing towards the center of his chest.

"You're wicked, Alastor..." You mumbled looking up at him.

"And you should never shed your blood. Though I am touched by your eagerness in defending your convictions concerning me, I would prefer not to witness your blood spilled, my love."

"Even if blood is such a pretty colour on you." He continued, his eyes flickering across your face. Standing up on the first wooden beam of the fence, he now stood way taller than you. Grabbing your chin he tilted your face one way, then the other.

"Since you say I'm wicked-" he gave you a cheeky smile,

"I might be afraid that your parents are correct. You should stay away from me." He looked away from you and across the field behind you.

"But I love you, Alastor..." You whispered so quietly, afraid that he might not have heard you.

"You have brought a knife in bloody hands tonight. What an odd way of confessing one's love." He bent his head closer to your face.

"What a lovely thing you are." His voice suddenly sounded sultry. It was enough for you to stand on your tippy toes and press your lips against his.

You could feel his smile against your lips. One of his hands sneaking to hold the back of your neck and pulling you closer. When that was not enough, in swift motion his legs swung over the fence and he was right in front of you. His lips never leaving yours.

It felt so right to kiss him. To kiss him felt like finally quelling an obsession. Just to feel the painful withdrawal as soon as his lips traveled to your neck to leave love bites there. Love bites that bloomed the same way as the blood splatters on your light summer dress.

His hands traveled down your back, the butter knife still in his hand. Both of you knew that no one would come down this road at this hour, but there was urgency in your actions. Desperation, almost. Your hands traveled to the front of his shirt, to get rid of the bow tie and open couple of buttons.

"The next move shan't be quite gentlemanly of me, my doe.." he was breathing hard and put the hilt of the knife in his mouth. His tongue briefly tasted your blood on it. Alastor's hands deftly gathered the skirt part of your dress and pushed you against the fence. Then raising the fabric around your hips and bunching it to the side, he grabbed the knife and pinned your dress to the fence.

"Alastor..." Your breath caught in your throat as your lower half was exposed to the cold nights air.

"Too much?" He asked, now stepping closer as his hands worked on his belt.

He clearly did intend to fuck you here. In empty field. Against a fence. In middle of the night.

"No, just perfect, you're perfect..." you breathed, hands looping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

"Lovely." He whispered and kissed you. His hand reaching down between your legs.

"Ah..." You moaned at the first contact.

"Needy little thing you are..." Alastor sighed against your lips, feeling the wetness between your legs.

It was the first time someone else's hands were touching you down there, besides your own. Feeling was not entirely new, but the anticipation was almost killing you. Your hand around Alastor's neck tightened, pulling him down, so you could hide your face in his shoulder. Breath heavy against his neck.

His fingers deftly slid through your slit.

"How.. many...?" Alastor implied, trying to shift his face away and look at you, making him pull his hand slightly away and his fingers circling back to your clit.

"Ah.." you gasped, not hearing his question and just trying to hide your face again.

"Sweetheart..." Alastor's hand slid from your cunt and instead dug his fingers in - right where your thigh met your pussy. This finally got your attention and your head shot up to look at him. You could almost swear that you could see your own debauched image reflecting in his glasses. He tilted his head down at you, and your reflection was gone and his warm eyes were staring right into your soul.

"How many men you have sle-" before he could ask the question you were shaking your head.

"None. No one." You said. "None has touched me this way," you looked down at his hand between your legs. His pointer finger that was closest to your pussy, slowly slid through your slit once more. Your head fell back and you stared at the sky. Stars were slowly starting to appear in the night sky.

"... except myself." You swallowed. Your head feeling empty of any coherent thought. Alastor's mouth fell open slightly:

"Say the word, and I'll stop, my doe..." He leaned down to your exposed neck, and gently run his nose up and down your pulse point.

Your hand shot down and grabbed his wrist:

"I want you and you alone."

His smile against your neck was almost infectious.

"Well, then... To rephrase..." He planted slow, open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder, his free hand pulling your dress down your shoulder. He moved his lips against your ear, as if to tell you something that no one else could ever hear:

"...How many of your own fingers have you taken?" you could hear his wicked smile in his voice. And you could feel his hand moving between your legs. His middle finger slowly, almost feather lightly, circled your clit and slid down to your opening. Your breath hitched:

"A-Alastor..."

When you didn't provide him the answer, he quickly pulled his hand out of your underwear and grabbed your hand putting it up between both of you. He pressed his palm against yours and looked at your hands. You did the same. Both of you could see how his fingers shined in the moonlight from your wetness coating them.

"Tell me."

"One."

"How far?"

You were staring at your pressed together hands. He was looking straight at you, watching how your eyes showed the realization of how much bigger his hands were and how longer his fingers were.

"Second knuckle..." You whispered and your eyes met his, over the frames if his glasses.

"Oh, my little doe... I will give you so much more than that..." He chuckled and looked at your hands as his fingers interlinked with yours.

"When I kneel before you, you shall receive all I offer. Diligently." He let go of your hand and took off his glasses.

"Understood?"

You nodded. For such a gentleman, he definitely had such a filthy mouth. You'll soon learn it both ways.

"Hold these for me, will you?" He innocently asked and put his glasses on you, quite lower so you could stare over the round frames. Before you could say anything else, he was on his knees in the dewy grass, both of his hands sliding up your bare legs. His lips gently leaving kisses on your hips as he dragged your panties down your legs. You couldn't look away from him. His soft lips moving from one hip, across your stomach to the other side. His fingers running between your folds, time to time coming up to circle your clit and then tease your entrance by dipping in a fingertip.

"Mark me..." you breathed out as one of your hands slid to his hair.

"That will hurt." He looked up at you.

"You won't hurt me. I trust you, Al..." You said through a moan.

"...where...?" He quietly inquired.

God, please, everywhere.

"Here..." you gently tapped your hip. Alastor smiled, leaned closer, pressed his lips to the top of your hand and then gently bit your fingertip.

"This shall mean you're mine, my love, I hope you are preparing for the consequences that it ensues." He said against your skin as you pulled your hand away.

"I was yours as soon as our eyes locked when I saw you riding horses with the hunters all those years ago..." You moaned as his fingers circled your clit, as if he was encouraging you to finish your though. Next second, you felt his teeth sink into your skin and his middle finger plunging into you.

"Alastor! Ah.." both of your hands flew to his hair, as your hips jerked against his hand.

"Shhh.." Alastor smiled against the blooming love bite. His eyes then locked on how you were taking his finger.

"Good girl." His smiled and looked up at you. His other hand joining to circle your clit.

"Oh Lord..." You moaned. He playfully rolled his eyes at you and leaned his temple against your hip.

"Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well." He praised, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He twisted his finger and you let out a high pitch keen.

"Look at me." He straighted a little. Your eyes locked with his. Opening his mouth, he stuck his tongue out. Your eyes grew big, and a flash of warmth traveled down from your chest to your legs. Your pussy involuntary clamping down on his finger. And then his mouth was on you. As soon as his tongue got the first taste of you, his eyes fell shut and he moaned against you, sending vibrations straight through you.

"Ahh...ha...." You moaned loudly, both hands moving to his hair and pulling it. He lapped at your pussy as if he was a starving man. He sucked on your clit and then you felt a second finger stretching you open.

"Please.... Just don't stop..." You moaned, your hips jerking against his mouth. His fingers picked up the speed and your breathing did the same.

"I think I'm going to..." Your hold on his hair grew tighter and you were starting to push his mouth harder against your weeping cunt. Alastor grunted, his hand that was constantly squeezing your ass traveled down to his crotch and palmed himself. His pants growing too tight.

Alastor curled his fingers forward and sucked hard on your clit. With a loud cry you came on his fingers and tongue. You yourself could never reach such intense peak. Your toes curled, your knees almost wishing to pull together. You pressed Alastor's head closer to your dripping core, at the moment careless if he could breathe or not.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckkk..." Your eyes rolled back into your skull. For a moment you felt weightless, your hands falling away from his hair, to hold onto to the fence beams that you were leaning against.

Flatly dragging his tongue from your twitching hole up your slit to the clit, he placed chaste kiss on your mound. Alastor leaned back and looked up at you.

When you had gathered at least some wits about you, you looked down at him. His chin and lips were glistening from your cum.

"You taste sweet." He gave you a wink and licked his lips.

"Alastor..." You whispered his name and in swift motion crossed your hands and pulled the dress over your head. Leaving it hanging by the knife. Alastor was caught off guard and sat back, his hands slowly starting to unbutton his vest and then his shirt.

Was Alastor intending to fuck you against the fence or where you intending to ride him in the dewy grass?

In two quick steps you were in front of him and straddling his hips. Your lips immediately seeking out his and hands helping him to unbutton his shirt faster. With a groan he pulled away and grabbing your hand dragged it down his chest to the front of his pants. Unzipping his pants you dipped your hand in his boxers.

"Fuck..." He moaned, his eyes rolling back. You wrapped your hand around his cock and gently freed him from the confines of his pants.

"How is that going to fit...?" You blurted out when you looked down at him and gave him two long strokes.

"... perfectly..." He hissed through his teeth and threw his head back when your thumb swiped across his dripping tip. You switched your hands, and raised now free hand up to your face. Alastor looked at you through lidded eyes. Gently you licked your finger, tasting him on your skin. Seeing you do that, Alastor's hips jerked up into your fist and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Lover." He gritted through clenched teeth. His hands coming to hold your hips. You only smiled at your ability to drive him as insane and he was driving you. You slid your hand down to his base and gently squeezed.

"Cheeky little thing..." Alastor opened his eyes and pulled you in for a kiss by your neck. It was slow but messy. Tongues twisting, saliva smearing against both of your lips.

You got up on your knees and wrapped your hands around Alastor's neck. However, he grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his cock alongside his own.

"Now, now." He smiled against your lips. "You gotta learn how to take it. Put. It. In." Alastor whispered absolute filth against your lips and moved your hand so that his cock dragged through your soaked folds.

With a shaky breath you dragged his cock through your folds once more. Pausing on your clit and moaning against Alastor's lips.

"Yes... Take your pleasure..." He whispered.

Then moving his cock down, you pushed it's tip against your entrance. And then with a hissfrom your mouth, your hips were flush with his. The unknown feeling between your legs made you bite Alastor's lip. He groaned in your mouth, but didn't pull away if both of you felt the tangy taste of blood.

Alastor was patient with you, and let you decide when and how to move. But once your hips started to twitch against his, Alastor ground hips up into yours. His warm hands moved up to your back and shoulder blades to pull you closer. Your own hands tangled themselves in his dark hair and scratched down his back. By now your moans were echoing the same as the hounds of the hunters.

"Harder.. Al... Please..." You moaned against his cheek, as your hips moved up and down. Your desperate cunt twitching around his cock and making Alastor moan in your ear.

Next moment you were on your back, your legs on his shoulders as he leaned over you. Your eyes locked with his. Both of you as mirrored image to each other. Hair disheveled, foreheads sweaty, short rapid breaths. And then he was fucking you as if this is the last night out here with stars. As if the coming morning you won't stop by the coffee shop where he gets his morning dose of caffeine.

The way his cock so deliciously dragged against your walls - you had nothing in this world to compare it to. Leaking tip of his cock was carving your cunt out with every push back in, and each drag of it made you clench around him. As if to say, that you need him back in and not let him pull out.

You grabbed Alastor's cheeks:

"I'm in love with you...." He said first, as if he had read your thoughts on what you were about to say.

"I love you." You smiled back and pulled him in for a kiss that was broken by your moan as Alastor gave harsh thrust, hitting your cervix. Making you lose your breath momentarily.

"More.. please..." You begged, your cunt twitching around him.

"Fuck..." Alastor moaned, his hips taking on harsher and faster movements. You could swear that you felt him in your guts. Your hand traveled down your stomach and pressed on the outline of his cock. He smirked at you, as if saying that no other cock will ever be this deep, no one ever will pleasure you the same way.

"You're mine..." He groaned. Letting your legs off his shoulders, he pulled your lower lip with his thumb until your mouth opened and he could slide his finger in. Your tongue latched around his digit and sucked hard, making him stutter in his movements as he wondered how to use that mouth of yours in other ways.

With press on your tongue, your mouth opened once more, Alastor pulled his finger out and dived in to kiss you. Your tongues meeting before your lips could. You moaned in his eager mouth as his wet thumb now circled your clit. Your hips raising to meet his thrusts. When your wandering hands were enough for him, he grabbed them and pinned both of them above your head.

"Keep them there..." He said breathlessly and leaned back lifting your hips with his.

He was fucking you like drowning animal would fight for air. And the pleasure was rapidly pulling both of you under. The way your cunt clenched around him more and more frequently, was a sign that you were close. As if not being able to stand not touching him, your hand raised to rest on his stomach, feeling the lean muscles flexing there.

Not wanting to soil you on your first sexual encounter, Alastor was ready to pull out when your legs wrapping around his hips locked him in place. Sliding his hands up your legs and then sides, he leaned over you.

Your orgasm approached you unknowingly, as such intense feeling you have never felt before.

"I got you. Just let go." Alastor said against your chest as his forehead rested against your collarbone. With a moan that stole all your breath - you came. Alastor's name tumbling out of your lips like the sweetest honey. Your body arched off the ground and pressed against Alastor. Not knowing what to do with your hands as all nerve ends felt like going haywire, you opt to grab Alastor's hips and, as if your legs being locked around him wasn't enough, you pulled him against you.

Corrupting such sweet doe as yourself felt so rewarding. He could almost feel your orgasm on his tongue. Perhaps that was just taste of your cunt that kept lingering on his tongue. His own hips stuttered and with deep groan he came deep inside you, his teeth latching on the side of your left breast, leaving another love bite to remind you of this night of debaucheries.

For a moment neither of you moved. Still ongoing gunfires of hunters and howls of hounds could be heard echoing, meaning that hunt was still on. And you could return home without your father seeing you here.

Alastor wrapped one hand around your back and gently laid you back on ground.

"I must beg your pardon. A lady such as yourself ought never to be deflowered in such a place for the first time." He said quietly against your soft breasts that were still raising and falling in short breaths.

"Oh, hush. I enjoyed myself very much so." You took a deep breath trying to steady your breathing. Alastor looked at you and you smiled at him. Gently running your hands through his hair in order to tame it.

Steadying himself on his hands, Alastor pulled out and couldn't help but to stare at your cunt that was already leaking his cum. Catching him staring, ought to teas him a little bit. Bending your legs you spread them open. Gaining Alastor's attention, you trailed one hand down your body and dipped your fingertips in your folds. Shyly looking to the side you spread your folds, making more cum leak out. Alastor was watching your hand like it was a prey.

"Darling-" Alastor warned as his lashes fluttered. He leaned to kiss your knee instead. Fighting so hard not to take your overstimulated body the second time.

"We should talk in the morning." Alastor got up with a sigh, tucked himself away and walked over to the fence to retrieve your dress.

You quietly got dressed, not questioning anything. You weren't sure what we're you to say in such moment. While you were getting dressed you couldn't help but stare as Alastor was putting on his shirt. His skin on the back scratched by your nails. Or how the fingers you had cut had smeared blood all over his body.

"Shall I escort you home?" Alastor turned to you.

"No. It's late, we both should be getting home and to bed. And besides, I know this field like back of my hand." You shook your head.

"Alright." Alastor tilted his head to the side and smiled. He walked up to you and gently took off his glasses from you.

"Not a scratch. Good girl." He praised you, leaning down to your eye level. Your cheeks immediately flushed red and you quickly pressed your lips against his.

As he watched you walk back home, you couldn't help the smile that was on your lips. The faithful butter knife clutched carefully in your hands, will be neatly stored in your vanity as a reminder.

Meanwhile Alastor was sitting on the fence, watching you walk away, with skip in your step. Once you were far enough, he hauled himself over the fance, back on the road. What you had not seen at the very beginning, was that Alastor had come with knive of his own. Quite menacing butcher knife, that he had wedged in the nearby tree.

You were almost home. You had just ducked through the fence and walked quietly across the yard when, one, so much differently sounding gunshot, made you turn back around and stare at the field where you had come from....

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Part 2?

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fictionalcharactergraveyard · 6 months ago

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incorrect quotes that make a lot of sense

Ponyboy: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

Tim: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

Ponyboy: Are you alright? Steve: Short answer or long answer? Ponyboy: Short? Steve: No. Ponyboy: Long? Steve: Nooooooo.

Tim, staring at Dally in a cage: ...Why are they in a cage? Angela: Because they growled at me.

Cherry: I think this might be a bad idea... Ponyboy: Don't start thinking on me now!

Steve: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. Steve: Oh no, where did it go? Dally: STEVE WHAT THE FUCK?!

Randy: My friends say I'm the most charismatic out of the group. Bob: Well, you always have a smile on your face. Randy: Thank you. Bob: Bob: What drugs do you take?

Curly, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

Two-Bit: What's the most illegal thing you can do with one dollar? Tim: Exchange it for a hundred pennies, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

Buck: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

#the outsiders #incorrect quotes #the guys #and gals

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miitarashi · 10 months ago

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☆Tintin special compilations☆

Incorrect quotes (For my boy's Bday!)

Vampire!Tintin: can you please stop and hear me at once?!

*End up using hipnoses on Haddock without noticing*

Haddock,answering in trance:...yes...lad...

Vampire!Tintin,quietly smiling a bit smug.

[Name]: don't- stop with that smile you little menance thing.

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[Name]: Tintin? Tintin where are-

*Look at the dark hallway and seen two pairs of glowing red eyes staring at you*

[Name]:.... *run for your life*

Vampire!Tintin: *get worried and run towards you making things worst*

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Tintin: if you two...can not manage to not kill each other while i'm gone..

Sakharine: Oh please,we are not childrens.

*Tintin walk off*

Haddock: eat shit and die!

Sakharine: yes,fuck you.

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Tintin: Oh...oh please captain,don't cry..

Haddock,crying his ass out: i'm such an idiot..!

Tintin: no no...there there..

Haddock,still crying: i miss my mother....

Tintin: oh..that's deeper than i wanna go-

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Tintin:...wife? Why i would be the wife..?

Chang: because you're attentive,sweet and look good in white.

Tintin:

Tintin,lightly blushing:...Chang you can't just say stuff like that..

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*[Name] walking to their kitchen to drink water in the middle of the night*

*Two pair of red eyes looking at them because Tintin break in*

Vampire!Tintin: Oh...

[Name]:.....why??

Vampire!Tintin:....hungry-

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Tintin,looking at haddock shooted on the floor: WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Villain[Name],holding the gun: HE SHOWED OUT OF NOWHERE! I PANICKED-

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*Haddock,drunk and crying while Tintin is comforting him*

Alan,ready to make things worse: looks like someone has daddy issues.

Haddock,full of alcohol on his blood: I do NOT have daddy issues!! I'M PAPA'S SPECIAL FUCKING BOY!

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[Name]: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying?

Haddock: Damn, if people did that to each other, Tintin would've killed me years ago.

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[Name], learning how to drive: What happens if i press the gas and the brake at the same time?

Haddock: The car takes a screenshot.

Tintin: Please pull over. I’m driving now.

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A/N: HI THERE TINTIN FANDOM!! I'm profusily sorry for the late even more because of my beautiful boy's birthday,Hazbin hotel really got me but! Tintin's still my number 1 so i'm here. And! Just to prove,i have some other storys and request ready that i'll post probably one by one or two weeks while i write something quite...tragic. Another fic that i'll post on AO3 so y'all know it's big. Anyways! I'm still here so please fandom come back i miss y'all 😭

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin movie #tintin x reader #captain haddock #archibald haddock #incorrect quotes tintin #tintin 2011 #the adventures of tintin 2011 #tintin movie 2011 #Vampire tintin #Chang #tinchang #Sakharine #Tintin bday

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dragonsdendoodles · 2 months ago

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MPHFPC Incorrect Quotes: Page 1

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Power Wash Jelly Beans? Attention Whore Five-Second Rule Lick Only a Little Bit Satanic And Whose Fault is That? You Gotta Dab When You Leave Bean Water Part 1 Bean Water Part 2 (Soy Sass) Yelling It's Your Birthday. Full Circle Mop Juice? An Irish Lad Sugar or Glass Pain in the Ass You Haven't Eaten All Day You're Gonna Papercut My Eyeball! Oh! Helping It's Still 10 pm Have You Lost Object Permanence? NOT a Bean Macaroni You've Met Me That's What She Said British Football No Coffee Fuck Off Part 2 Stop Tickling Me No Comfort Pull Door Not a Child Basically Cake Hugging Lobotomy Hazard to Society You're Just Weak Breakfast of Champions Gifties You Almost Got Me Arrested Cocaine, Obviously Temperature Gun Is That Cheese or Skin? Anarchy Spoons Chip Box Chips Headcanon for Christians The Fuck Word

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valentinetypewriter · 1 year ago

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The Lion And The Snake - Chapter One

Summary: the Black siblings and the Marauders hate each other, and nothing and no one will ever change that, well at least that's what they think

Main Masterlist // marauders era masterlist

Notes: I'm changing the Yule ball to be an annual thing and not a triwizard tournament thing. Also I'm not entirely fluent in French so I'll be using google translate, so I apologise if anything is incorrect. And lastly I'm adding in just a random oc that will become more important later on - let me know your guys thoughts on this fic in the comments

Warnings: bullying, fighting, mean Marauders, slytherin Sirius, badly translated French

Word count: 1,944

The problem with Gryffindors in general was that if you weren't in their house they didn't seem to think you were worth their time, they were all so self assured and confident in a sort of 'I'm better than everyone else' sort of way, and even the Slytherins got along with the other two houses better than Gryffindor. The worst of them though was the infamous Marauders, a trio of rowdy (and incredibly annoying) Gryffindors. James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin, everyone in school knew of them, even the ones who couldn't care less, though it was for all the worst reasons. The three were always pulling off cruel and idiotic pranks on other students, their preferred targets being pureblood slytherins. They were nothing more than over the top bullies who had no sense of boundaries, even within their own house.

Though the Marauders, and most gryffindors, often thought the problem was with Slytherin. They were after all the evil house, nothing more than obsessive purebloods who would marry a cousin before even thinking of marrying a half-blood, well that's what they thought of them anyway. Their favourite targets were a set of twins in 5th year, a year younger than them and quiet too, not many friends to talk to about being bullied either. Their targets were none other than Regulus Arcturus Black and Y/n Vulpecula Black, who tended to stick to themselves, which meant that the only friends they had were the friends of their older brother. Though Sirius nor his friends had any problem with the two kids hanging around them, especially if it meant they wouldn't be targeted by older Gryffindor students.

Unfortunately today was not a lucky day for the twins, as they were on their way to their Divination classroom a loud and obnoxious voice rang out from the end of the hallway "well if it isn't my favourite little twins" the two sped up before even looking behind them, the only thing they didn't account for was the much taller and intimidating boy who was waiting around the corner at the other end for them to approach. "What's the rush" large hands rested on their shoulders, the two stayed quiet glaring up at the boy. "Oh thanks for catching these two moony!" The short blond haired boy said with too much joy for someone so terrible. Regulus was the first to speak up "what the hell do you three want" his voice was harsh and clearly irritated "well little spitfire is that anyway to talk to upperclassmen, and to think we were going to be nice to you today" James slung his arms around them, squeezing himself uncomfortably close in-between the two kids "yeah sure, we totally believe that" the young boy bit back, shoving James's arm off himself. "You know what lads, I think we should teach these little punks how to respect their elders" Remus said, shoving the twins back around the corner. "You know moony I was thinking the exact same thing" Peter piped in, opening a closet door behind him. Of course James quickly caught on "wormtail, moony you two are genius" the brunette quickly shoved the two into the closet before casting a locking spell they wouldn't be learning until next year. The young girl was quick to bash on the door "let us out you dicks!" The tall scarred boy moved closer to the door "oh sorry little vixen, you two had your chance, we have to teach you some manners that your parents clearly aren't" she could hear the three boys laugh with each other before their voices faded out as they walked off. The young girl let off one last kick to the door before looking towards her brother "how are we supposed to get out?" She sounded defeated. Regulus was quick to move around the room, shoving things away to make space on a shelf. He grabbed a piece of parchment and his quill from his bag, he quickly wrote onto the paper before casting an enchantment on it and slid it under the door "I sent a letter to Sirius and I added a small map that'd lead him to us".

The twins sat down together, talking mindlessly about classes before ending up on the topic of who'd they take to the Yule ball "I don't think I'll actually go this time" the girls brother looked up at her "but Y/n you didn't go last year either" she just shrugged "I just don't have anyone to ask, and no one asked me last year, I doubt it'd be different" the boys shook his head "Evan seems to have taken a shine to you, I think he might ask you" Y/n let out a dry laugh "I highly doubt that Reggie, I'm sure he'd ask Barty before me" the boy was cut off before he could respond by the door slamming open. Outside stood their older brother, slightly out of breath and his curly hair a mess "are you two alright, they didn't hurt you did they, je vais les tuer" the two shook their heads "no we're fine Siri" y/n said, walking past her older brother to exit the closet "right well I'll get you two to class safely". The walk to their classroom was quick and Sirius was even quicker to try and walk off before being stopped by Regulus "oh and Sirius, try to not beat anyone up this time" he had a wolfish grin on his face that screamed trouble "I promise I won't personally lay a hand on them".

Divinations went by quickly, as did most of Y/n's classes, and lunch quickly came around. She was walking from charms class, one she happened to not share with her brother, to the great hall. On her way there she saw a few students running around her, all heading towards the courtyard, yelling about some kind of fight. At first Y/n thought it was just another duel between two students, that was until she got closer and heard the violent sounds of skin hitting skin. She pushed through the crowd hoping her worried thoughts wouldn't be true, unfortunately they were very true. Fighting in the middle of the courtyard stood none other than the Marauders fighting with Sirius and his Friends, Barty, Evan and another pureblood slytherin girl he was close with, Sabrina Sallow. Well it was more Sirius watching his friends beat up the Marauders then anything, he stood there, leant up against a tree with a bright grin on his face "you know I would give nothing more then to bash your heads in for what you three did, unfortunately though I made a promise not to lay a hand on any of you". Y/n could at least give him that, the thing about Sirius is that he always kept his word, he also always found a way around the things he'd promise. The fight was pretty brutal to Y/n, the fights she was used to were sanctioned duels, not something so muggle like. She had seen them all do horrible stuff that'd bruise or scar, they scratched and punched and pulled on hair, Y/n was even sure she had seen Barty bite Peter on the hand. It carried on for a bit longer until the terrifying voice of Professor McGonagall rang throughout the courtyard "what on earth are you all doing!" The six fighting students all pulled themselves up, a bit of shoving here and there "my office now, all seven of you" none of them made even a sound of disagreement as they trudged off to her office. As they walked off, Sirius saw Y/n in the sea of students, giving her a thumbs up before continuing on. "The rest of you clear out, I'm sure you all have much better things to do" once she left the students were quick to disperse, now there was no longer anything entertaining going on, a few lingered to continue their lunch outside. Y/n though went off to find her twin, to tell him about what she just witnessed.

Y/n was quick to find her brother, sitting in their usual spot under a large tree in a normally empty courtyard. The girl quickened her pace slightly at the sight of him, when she reached him she practically threw herself onto the bench "you will not believe what just happened" Regulus looked up from the book he was writing in "oh, did you find James snogging a boy again?" The girl rolled her eyes at her brother "no not this time, it was actually to do with Sirius" he closed his book, placing it back into his bag "was he the one snogging a boy" Y/n hit him on the arm slightly "will you stop talking about boys snogging each other, no I saw Sirius in a fight, a physical one, well sort of, it's was his friends actually, they were fighting those stupid Marauders and he was watching" his eyes grew wide "he did what, did he get hurt!" Y/n shook her head, smiling at her twins worry for their older brother "no he didn't get hurt, they all got into trouble though, with professor McGonagall" Regulus sighed "of course they did, I'm sure they will all be stuck in detention for months" he stood up pulling his book bag over his shoulder "do you want to go find Sirius and the others, we can either congratulate them for their stupid bravery…" he paused for a few seconds mulling over his options "or we could go reprimand them for getting in trouble" Y/n beamed up at the now standing boy "you know what, that sounds wonderful Reggie". She wrapped her hand around his arm, quickly pulling him in the direction of the Slytherin common room, hoping that Sirius would be there.

The twins arrived at the common room, their heads darting around the students inside before landing on the group they were hoping to find. They all sat by the large fireplace, and despite just getting in trouble they all held prideful looks on their faces as they talked about how many hits they got in. The two approached the group, sitting down on one of the open couches. "You know you're all unbelievably stupid right?". The four teens looked over at the younger students "yeah but we won though didn't we lads" barty said slightly shaking Evan who was sitting next to him, Sabrina and Evan were quick to agree. Sirius though just looked over at his siblings smiling "I couldn't just let them get away with what they did" they both smiled at him "We appreciate that Siri but you can't keep getting in trouble for us" it was obvious to both his siblings that Regulus was worried about Sirius, even if he would never admit that. "Well you look like you need to rest, that adrenalin will wear off soon and you three will be in a whole lot of pain". Barty, who was always over dramatic, threw himself over the twins "tell me doctor, will I live to see another day" his Scottish accent thick in his fake tone of sadness. Y/n lent down to make eye contact with the lanky teen "not if you keep biting people, you feral boy" he laughed as the girl shoved him off. "She's right though you lot should head to the medical wing, I'll make sure they get to class alright" Barty stayed laying on the sofa until Sabrina and Evan dragged him off

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capinejghafa · 11 months ago

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A YEAR IN REVIEW: CREATIONS OF 2023

Post your favourite and most popular posts from each month this year (it's okay to skip months)

tagged by @girlbutcherwife, @taiturner, @crowley-anthony THANK YOU <333 I realized i just giffed a lot last year and I might need to chill lol

JANUARY

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FEBRUARY

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MARCH

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APRIL

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#gifmaker memes #random #mygifs15 #it was 23 pages... where did i find the time #:)

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shoehedd · 11 months ago

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So fucking long 2023!

This year was super hard. We lost our home after the winter eviction ban ended. We had plenty of notice and started saving for a home and got stuff together for a mortgage app last year. Which is when we discovered my boss wasn't paying any tax at all. (here your employer pays your income tax on a weekly or monthly basis, it's handy because you don't have to file yourself... as long as your employer isn't on the take).

It wasn't the best news.. it led to a lot of bullshit. The boss, she tried to get me to quit, went on a full offensive. Suddenly I was shite at my job, I had extra work, I wasn't allowed leave despite being there voluntarily for 0 pay some days, I was barred from doing commission work while in the shop (again despite being unpaid and not under contract), she took my desk away, and a heap of other things. The boss stopped speaking to me for weeks at a Time, she'd take clients away from me, she would order replacement gear that was incorrect, she complained that I took 4 days off (unpaid again) to move my stuff out of the apt and into storage. She told me I should sleep in my storage unit, she got blood on my table and some of my gear and I had to throw it all out, shed often berate my clients for showing up early, write their appointments on the wrong days or the wrong times or not at all or at times, triple book a slot. All because I had the nerve to bring this to her and say "hey this is your responsibility to put right, please do the right thing for all of us".

That's when the gaslighting started, she"d always, apparently, been totally upfront with how much fraud she was going to commit on our behalf. Fuck off.

It was a dark time. I just needed to save enough to leave. I had a tentative brush with a bigger shop in the city, but it didn't work out. Self esteem was gone. Stopped drawing entirely, stopped programming. Real dark night of the soul shit. I was quickly losing options, and hope. People were getting sick of me. Every waking g minute was spent in agony. Obsession, anger and betrayal, failure and defeat. My future disappeared, id wasted 10 years if my life, my career was over, my home was gone, my savings were illegitimate, my pension, I don't even want to think of my public pension, probably not happening.

I was left to sort my own taxes. Paying late fees can really fuck you over. I've experienced that now. lucky me! Looking that scumbag in the face every day after that was a crash course in self control.

Anyway, so the boss couldnt keep it between just me and her and lashed out at the entire staff. Eventually my apprentice piercer walked out. It wasn't warning enough for the boss so she continued. Eventually she fucked over our tattoo artist and apprentice, got called on it and started freezing her out too. for a period of time she would ONLY COMMUNICATE WITH THE TATTOO APPRENTICE AND NO OTHER STAFF MEMBER. So the artist quit. And seeing as the artist was teaching the apprentice, she also left. Which left me alone with her. FOR MONTHS

more dark night of the soul goes here.

But this is where my story looks up, lads. See the 3 of us were conspiring. We know how to run a shop together, between the 3 of us. And so the plan was put in motion. 2 weeks after she quit the artist was jn her own brand new studio, 3 weeks later the apprentice had arrived. And then finally, finally, after ten years of working in the shop, in November I handed in my notice. 100% staff attrition in 2023, every single employee had left.

I'm renting a spot in that same new studio now. Been 5 weeks so far and... well I make less money atm, but we are hoping people find out we've all gone and come over. We're in the same town which is apparently a fucked up thing to do but.. now I think about it, the person who told us that was that scumbag ex boss of ours.

I'm drawing again, which you can probably tell from following this tumblr. I'm programming again. I have shower thoughts about OCs and monster design instead of hopeless, desperate plotting or seething anger. My mind is healing. I've also stopped bloating horribly and I haven't had an anxiety attack all month.

Good news :D. Thanks to me finally sorting the tax situation myself we finally applied for the mortgage. Results soon, so here's hoping. I'm staying with my wife in my parents house, who have been very kind to us. My wife, after years of us trying is now pregnant with our first baba. A boy. Due in February, so after setting up the business we are prepping for him. There's a lot of work to be done, but after floundering for years and, imo actively drowning for most of 2023 I can finally say things are actually hopeful now. We might still be able to rebuild both of our lives after this fucked up person just kind of... arbitrarily decided to fuck it up for her own benefit and hoped we wouldn't find out.

2024 is gonna be weird and hard, but I'm looking forward to it.

If you've read this far thank you. It was a stupid year. It was a painful year. And now it's fucking OVER.

#personal

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 3 years ago

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Martin, after relaying a madcap plan: You’re not talking any sense into me. You’re just cheering me on to disaster.

Avarenya: Is that not half the reason why I’m your best friend in the first place?

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mushroomofficial · 3 years ago

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#feeling really unwell tonight lads #we're hoping its not that abdominal infection that kept sending me to the ER a few years back #.....but it sure does feel like it might be #everything feels. Very Bad™.#can't really describe it beyond ''feels incorrect. like my blood and organs just scored 0% on a math test''#and i am actually personally required at work tomorrow because somehow ive managed to inherit all the bus factor in this place #so there's a bunch of stuff that only i can do that has to be done tomorrow specifically #but also if i feel like this tomorrow im calling in sick regardless cos there's a non-zero chance i'll end up in hospital again otherwise #yay for me i guess.#this is just the worst timing.#whispers from the mycelium

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justalads · 3 years ago

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so i was thinking about c!tubbo saying he has nightmares in the l’manburg anniversary stream and wrote this

/rp and /dsmp, about 1k words

the box is too small. it’s always been too small, but he’s never quite gotten used to it. his arms are pressed uncomfortably to his side, and he has to hunch his shoulders a bit in order to see.

tubbo squints up above the crowd. the sky is bright, the decorations dancing in the light breeze. the only noise is the slight, coughing laugher of schlatt. schlatt’s never silent, really. if he’s silent then something is deeply wrong. always yelling, choking on his own spit, wheezing as he struggles to move from place to place. tubbo feels a kind of disgusted pity being around him. it feels wrong to watch another human being act like this. it feels like watching a slug. or worse, even, more mechanical.

the man in question slumps, leaning heavily on quackity’s shoulder. “i knew,” he says, raising a finger. “knew about you the whole time.” the finger wavers, as if schlatt’s drawing something in the air, before resting on the firework launcher. “how d’you turn this thing on?” schlatt gives it a little shove, and techno pulls it back hastily. schlatt cackles, and tubbo can smell the sharp stench of alcohol. “just kidding,” schlatt singsongs, leaning backwards. he coughs. “no blood—“ —he coughs again— “on my hands.” the crowd’s silence leaves an absence instead, pressing, pushing forward. almost a light buzzing in the negative.

tubbo stares up at the man in front of him. techno’s eyes are genuinely unreadable. tubbo misses being able to read people’s eyes.

there’s really no use in talking, at this point. talking only drags it out. it’s become a point of pride, for him. the first few times he was screaming, begging, and it only took longer for the firework to—

“hurry up with it, won’t you,” schlatt growls, and techno shifts. tubbo stiffens. any moment now. just clench his teeth, and try to muffle any noise. and then he hears it, from the crowd.

“tubbo!” it’s undeniably tommy. a wave of panic crashes over tubbo as schlatt whirls, squinting out over the crowd. tommy is not supposed to be here. tommy is going to die, and tubbo cannot do anything. “tubbo!” again. he blinks.

“well?” dream shifts, leaning on his sword. “we don’t have all day,”

“you were supposed to— this isn’t right,” tommy says, panicked, taking a step back. the wind whistles against the wall. the sky is bright.

“the decision’s been made, tommy,” dream says, almost bored. “it was tubbo’s choice.” people nod, from on the wall and below. fundy and quackity and all the others, the hundreds watching below. there’s a murmur of assent.

“there’s consequences,” fundy says gently, laying a hand on tommy’s arm, which the latter slaps away. tommy’s gaze darts furiously between all of them. “but— this isn’t right,” he repeats, looking directly at tubbo. “you were supposed to save me.”

“he did,” dream interjects, stepping past tubbo to take tommy’s shoulder. “he saved us all,” the crowd says.

“agreed,” the houses sing. tubbo dips his head. all he can see is the ground, the dark wall, the whispering of the trees around him. the faint smell of gunpowder.

“good riddance,” niki says, and tubbo looks up again.

she’s seated on a rock, holding a bit of debris in her hand. it looks like a bit of a sign. the text reads “ogsted”. the rest of the sign lies in the distance, in the small crater. tubbo watches as niki tosses it into the pond, the ripples echoing out and sending gentle cascades upon the dirt of the shore. “he didn’t make any of our lives easier.” the shadow of the tower darkens her face. “maybe it’s better this way,” she whispers, her hair dancing around her face. it’s pink. it can’t be niki. niki wouldn’t say that about tommy. maybe it’s techno. that would… fix this.

“it’s a messy way to go out, that’s for sure,” techno says, and his cloak scrapes against the barren ground. the pond is still moving, a tide ebbing at the warm dirt. he tilts his head, meeting tubbo’s eyes. “you would know about those, huh?” it stings, admittedly. techno only chuckles a little before dipping his head. “sorry,” he says gruffly. “too soon, i expect.”

a hand lands on tubbo’s shoulder. “sorry about him,” phil says, shooting techno a reproachful look. “he’s not the best at manners.” tubbo looks up at techno again. he is a skull. another skull rolls to his feet.

the sky is bright, and it is full of white birds, terrible creatures. their heads screech, and the echos reverberate throughout the growing canyon. the creatures toss their heads, and replicas of them hurtle towards the ground. somebody is yelling. someone else is crying. the people are all dead. tubbo’s mouth is impossibly dry, and empty. “he tries his best though,” phil says noncommittally. he gazes fondly over the field, wings extended. “does what he thinks is right.” above them, in the sky, the explosions start. techno is standing with the birds, and screeching at tommy. he is a hero. he is dead. his city has betrayed him. techno pulls back his arm, and it’s his firework launcher.

“stop nodding off,” schlatt snaps.

the sky is bright. the crowd whispers, some people yell out. in his defense, tubbo presumes. the box cannot capture most of the sound. schlatt gives him a look of contempt. “always nodding off. useless.” he wheezes, and falls back again. “just kill him,” he tells techno, and there’s the ignition of a wick.

the sky is too bright. everything is white. he cannot see. he cannot feel his arms. he is the city, broken upon the ground, the birds picking at his bones like vultures. the grid above ignites, and explosives fall into his open chest. that is the feeling. his bones are coming apart and he cannot see them break. his mouth is gone, but it has always been gone. his hands are on fire. the birds circle, and the sun is in the center of the sky.

#~ Lad 2 #the events here that were incorrect are intentional #my excuse for people being ooc is that they're supposed to be #tubbo #tw unreality #tw death #tw blood mentions #tw alcohol mention #dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #rp #real clownery out here hope you guys enjoy

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thedailybullshit · 2 years ago

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In honor of the fact that we now have a release date for God of War: Ragnarok have some incorrect quotes:

Mimir: You people have issues.

Atreus: Well of course I have issues!

Kratos: *Spartan raging through an army of monsters*

Atreus, pointing to him: THAT’S MY FREAKING FATHER!!!

Mimir: The lad is drawing stick figures holding hands.

Atreus: I call it, “Super-Pal Trio!”

Atreus: *gesturing to his drawing* This is me, this is Mimir, and I think it’s clear - come on, I mean I’m a bit of an artist.

Kratos:

Mimir: Did you have to stab him?

Atreus: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what he said to me.

Mimir: What did he say?

Atreus: “What are you going to do? Stab me?”

Kratos: That is fair.

Mimir:

Odin: This is none other than Lau Faye’s son.

Thor: *gasps* Loki? He is a lot scrawnier than I imagined.

Teenaged Atreus: 😡

Kratos: I do not talk about feelings, Atreus. I do not have any, I have never seen one. I am a night-stalking, monster-slaying god of war, and a boat storytelling machine. I do not feel anything emotionally except for rage - twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five, at a million percent. And if you think that there is something behind that, then you are crazy. Goodnight Atreus!

Atreus: Father, it’s morning.

Kratos, looking into the sun: Hsssssssssaahhhhh!!!

Teenaged Atreus: I suffered from nosebleeds when I was little. Once I had one so bad I was covered in blood. So I went to go wake my father up.

Teenaged Atreus: He opened his eyes to see a blood-soaked child leaning over him in the dark saying, “Please help.” And to this day I can still hear him screaming.

Kratos: I will put my A down to make “A”.

Sindri: I will add to your “A” to make “AT”.

Atreus: I will add onto your “AT” to make “RAT”.

Sindri: *gags*

Mimir: I will have the lad add onto his “RAT” to make “BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC”.

Brok: *flips the board*

Atreus: Father, why are there tides?

Kratos: *not knowing how to parent* The moon is trying to steal our water but it is very bad at it.

Freya: I will ruin your happiness, no matter the cost!

Kratos: My happiness?

Kratos: *turns to Atreus* I am happy?

Atreus: I have a question.

Kratos: Then shoot, as they say.

Atreus: *shoots the ceiling* Alright can I ask it now?

Atreus: And I will watch the crimson blood leak from your neck.

Magni: . . . Dude, that little kid is hardcore goth.

Modi: Hardcore goth!

#listen IK Kratos doesn’t want Atreus killing in cold blood but shh #the 1 about about Atreus having a bloody nose is supposed to be funny but yk it triggers some ✨flashbacks✨ for Kratos #god of war #god of war 4 #god of war ragnarok #god of war 5 #kratos #atreus #god of war mimir #odin #thor #sindri #god of war brok #freya #god of war magni #modi #incorrect gow quotes #incorrect quotes

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mostlywritersblock · 3 years ago

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Arcane FF

Author’s note. This is not a Silco/Powder but more of a trauma induced father-daughter relationship. That being said feel free to read it however you like. Hoping to post on AO3 here soon.

Takes place at the end of Ep3.

( as of writing this I have yet to watch ep 4-6 fully, so please if anything is incorrect let me know!)

Trigger warning, there is description of several panic attacks (though Powder doesn’t know that’s what’s happening) also slight mention of suicide and self harm.

Part 2.

Part 1. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.

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Silco didn’t stop walking until he reached the ‘common’ area. Glancing about he moved towards the couch and in one smooth swoop laid himself down upon it. He let out a deep sigh.

His body was aching; not just from the fight, or from the explosion, but carrying a child who was far too old to be carried was a feat in itself. He closed his eyes and let himself relax momentarily for the first time that day.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he let his thoughts play out. Unguarded he let his emotions roam free.

The first thing he was aware of, other than the physical ailments, was the deep hollowness he was experiencing whenever his mind would stray towards Vander. That alone was concerning, but he underlined it with red and shoved it aside as the next thought took it’s place. The explosion. What the hell had happened? Things weren’t going exceptionally well, but there had been no way Vander and his spawn were going to stand against his monstrosity. Then he’d seen a brief flash of blue and a force unlike any he’d experienced before tossed him backwards - about the same time Sevika shoved him aside.

He shook his head. It didn’t add up, where had it come from? Who had caused it?

…A brief idea of who it could be crossed his mind, but it was quickly tossed into the bin. It was highly improbable - and yet.

Where had the child -Jinx, come from? She was clearly Vander’s other daughter. But why hadn’t she joined the fight early on like the other three had? Was she hidden? She was certainly small, perhaps not yet ready to fight?

And yet, she’d come so willingly.

Silco pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a noise of frustration. Somehow he felt as though he were missing only a few pieces to this puzzle, but they were unfortunately the most important. The picture not quite clear.

He’d be sure to ask in the morning though.

The sounds of footsteps approaching stirred him out of his thoughts. Begrudgingly he sat up, just as the door leading back out to the armory opened.

Sevika shuffled in. Which if he’s being honest to himself was quite the surprise, though he hid it from his face. Instead he raised an eyebrow in question.

“The lads are calling it quits for the night, I told them we’d regroup as soon as I’d gotten word.” Her voice was hoarse, her good arm holding the poorly covered stump of her other arm-er shoulder. Blood was slowly dripping onto the floor. It was clear she wasn’t well, the paleness of her skin alone making her look like one of the dead as she leaned heavily up against the door frame.

He studied her closely, somewhat impressed she had felt the need to report to him herself. Let alone the energy.

“Good. You can tell them to meet here tomorrow evening. What happened tonight was only a minor set back in our grander mission.” He looked from her to the quickly accumulating blood on the floor. ��You may go, take care of yourself, get some rest, and tomorrow we shall begin anew.” It was a polite dismissal, but a dismissal all the same.

Sevika nodded slowly to his words and then, as if the effort alone was too much, let out a little grunt as she pushed her self away from the entry. She shuffled painfully towards another door.

Silco watched her struggle half way across the floor before he called out.

“Bye the way. Thank you…I know you were only doing what I pay you for, but-“ he looked once more at where her arm should be, “thank you.”

She stopped long enough to glance at him under her disheveled hair, letting out a small noise of acknowledgment before smirking. “If you’re really so grateful, you’d get the damn door, like a true gentleman.”

Silco stared back, his own grin forming darkly on his face. Slowly he stood up and made his way across to her.

“Of course, where are my manners.” He said gently as we moved passed her and to the door, quickly pulling it open.

Sevika stood frozen, surprised that he actually listened to her, something akin to fear crossing her features as she looked between him and the door. Hesitantly she made her way to them. A stray thought came to her suddenly.

“Where’s the girl?”

His smirking face quickly morphed into a scowl, “she’s sleeping.”

“Here?” Sevika questioned as she neared the door.

“In the old break room.”

Sevika found herself frowning. For once some part of her dark heart ached. She hadn’t really known the children, but she knew Vander and how much he had sacrificed for them, only for things to end the way they had. She didn’t feel guilty, but the kids…they shouldn’t have gotten mixed up in this.

“She’s just a child, Silco.” She murmured, not meeting his eyes. “Don’t you think she deserves something a little better than a broom closet?”

“The break room is better than a broom closet.”

Despite his words, Sevika felt herself snorting in amusement. This entire situation screamed bad idea, as well as bizarre.

He looked at her in confusion.

“Sorry,” she held his gaze, “I guess I just find this entire situation royally fucked.” She paused. “We’re royally fucked, if the enforcers -“

“They aren’t going to do anything, I made sure of that.”

She raised a brow at him, “Fine. Then what about the girl, what do you thinks going to happen when she wakes up tomorrow and finally realizes you’re the one who kidnapped her dad? It’s not going to be good.”

“I’ll deal with that when it happens.” He stated, stepping closer to her. “Besides, I think the child has her own share of secrets.”

She shook her head. “This is a bad idea Silco-“ She paused as his words registered with her. “What do you mean?”

He searched her face for a moment, “I mean, I think perhaps she might be the cause of our misfortune tonight, of your misfortune.” He motioned towards her wound.

She looked down at her shoulder as she considered his words, “You think she caused the explosion?” She looked at him incredulously. “How?”

A small nonchalant shrug as he crossed his arms. “I’ve no idea. But I’m going to find out. Whether it be the child or not, a power such as what we saw tonight could be very useful to us.”

“Useful and dangerous.” Sevika said eyeing him closely. “I’ve only got so many limbs to spare.”

It was meant as a joke but the fact that they both flinched at her words said different.

Speaking of limbs, the numbness was starting to wear away.

Her comment must have pissed him off, because she could see the anger rising in his eye. But instead of lashing out he took a deep, shaky breath. A hand raking through his hair.

“Listen.” His voice was strangely soft as he took another step closer. “We’ve both had a tremendously long day. You’re tired, I’m tired. Let’s both just get some rest and then we can continue this conversation tomorrow with the boys.”

She looked at him closely, only now realizing just how exhausted the man appeared. She could feel her adrenaline slowly fading as well, meaning pretty soon her body was going to be actively aware it had lost a limb, and she didn’t want to be sober when that happened.

“Fine.” She agreed, just as softly. He didn’t step back however, instead he took another step forward. Almost nose to nose.

He eyes drifted from her, down her neck and over to her shoulder. An emotion she couldn’t quite pin down crossed his features before it was carefully schooled back into neutrality.

Then he took three small steps back, allowing her access to the open door once more. She nodded in thanks as she made her way past him.

“Sevika.”

She paused as she reached the doorway, looking back. He was facing away from her though.

“I meant what I said.” A glance over his shoulder as his good eye met hers. “Thank you.”

She held his gaze for a long moment. Nodded and kept on walking. The door closing behind her with a soft click.

Silco stared at the space where she’d just been, alone once more he felt the strange urge to go after her. Shaking off the feeling he walked backwards until his legs bumped into the couch. He laid back down with another deep sigh.

A quick rest, then he’d be back up and on his way to a proper bed.

But his body had a different plan, eye closed; he was asleep within minutes.

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Powder awoke to the sound of an explosion ringing through her ears. Her body felt as though it was falling yet she could see herself laying in the small cot. Disoriented she moved to sit up, glancing down at her hands, she was shaking. Her breaths coming out in short little burst. Why, what was happening?

All at once her memories caught up with her, Vander, her family, Vi leaving - she was already crying but it suddenly felt like that wasn’t enough. That there was just too much emotion inside her.

She wanted to scream.

Grasping at the sheets as she sobbed, Powder became aggressively louder until once again she found that it was becoming hard to breath. Panicking she stumbled off the cot and quickly made it to the door.

Her tears and the dim hallway made it hard for her to see as she cried out for anyone.

She tripped, on nothing but her own clumsiness, and like a falling tree, she came crashing down to her knees.

She let out a broken scream.

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Silco shot straight up as a high pitched wail startled him. For a moment he thought perhaps the enforcers had found them, that someone was being murdered just a few doors away. As he stared around the empty room he listened closely.

For a minute there was nothing but silence, then he heard it, more little wails, not as loud as before but it definitely sounded like someone was in pain. Frowning he stood up.

Cautiously he made his way towards the far door, the one he’d come through just hours earlier-

The girl.

Eyes growing wide, Silco quickly tossed the door open and ran.

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Powder lay in the middle of the hall, knees tucked tightly to her chest as she tried to make herself as small as possible. She wanted to disappear, wanted to cease existing if only the pain would stop. It felt as though her heart were breaking into a billion pieces all over again. Foolishly she’d believed that when she woke up it would all have been a nightmare. But that wasn’t the case. This was real, she’d murdered her brothers and father, she’d driven Vi to abandoning her. She was nothing but trouble from the first day, she was the problem, she was the -

“Jinx!”

Powder thought her heart might stop. She felt cold, ice cold. She was hearing voices now.

“Jinx?”

Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard footsteps approaching.

She curled up tighter, bracing for a kick or another slap to the face.

It’s what she deserved.

There was a presence near her, then a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Jinx.”

She continued to sob, her hands covering her face dug in painfully. It felt like relief.

The hand on her shoulder reached for her wrist, tugging just as gently.

“Jinx, let go.”

She dug in harder. The grip on her wrist did the same and slowly pulled her hands away.

She felt another hand slide under her arm and drag her away from the floor. She began to lash out.

“No!”

“Jinx-“

“No! Just leave me! It’s what I deserve! It’s not fair!” She struggled to get out of the strong grasp encircling her, the person slowly pulling her to them.

“No!” She hit and clawed but it didn’t seem to make a difference. Eventually she was pinned between arms and a solid chest that vaguely felt familiar.

She flailed for a few more moments before finally giving into the hold, body deflating like a balloon. She sagged against the figure holding her as her crying continued.

“It’s not fair.” She mumbled against the chest.

“…What isn’t.”

Not expecting a response to her statement, Powder paused to open her eyes since she fell to the floor earlier.

“It should have been me.” She said to familiar clothing, familiar arms.

A hand rubbed down her back.

“…Explain.”

She looked up, meeting a familiar gaze.

Silco.

Instantly she began to hold onto him, her panic leaving her in waves as a new comfort replaced it.

He came back.

He’d kept his promise.

Realizing he was still waiting for her answer, Powder pressed her check against him, hiding her face.

“It should have been me, I shouldn’t have been there, but I was, and I - I jinxed everything. They’d still be here if it wasn’t for me.” Her voice was shaking again and she took a deep breath to help steady it. “It should have been me, not them.”

She felt the arms holding her tighten at this admission.

“You blame yourself for what happened.” He whispered to her, she nodded.

“You shouldn’t.”

His words felt like a slap to the face, they were too loud and too strong and said with such an inflection of truth, that for a moment, Powder believed him. She pulled back quickly to look up at him. Shock on her face.

He stared back. “You were trying to help.” She gave a small nod. “Then it wasn’t your fault.”

“No, but I did it, I caused -“

“The explosion.” It wasn’t a question. Again she nodded. “I thought so.”

She looked down at her hands. “…I killed them.”

Large hands came up and gripped hers. “It was an accident.”

Furious she looked back up at him. “I killed them!”

Silco didn’t seemed phased by her anger, he just held her stare. After a moment she looked back down. Their hands were still joined.

“And what about your sister.”

Powder frowned. “What?”

“She was there, your brothers too, they were all trying their best to help but it wasn’t working.”

She kept her gaze down. “What do you mean.”

“I’m trying to tell you that it would have made no difference had you been there or not, Jinx.”

Without thinking she began squeezing their hands.

“Whether you caused that explosion or not, their fates were already sealed.”

“How-“

“Your sister made sure of it.”

Powder looked up, new tears brimming her eyes. “She couldn’t-“

“She thought she could save them, but it only prolonged the inevitable, she changed the outcome, disrupted the plan. She thought she was ready but your father knew better and in trying to save her, condemned himself.”

Powder stared at him in shock.

“Of course, it had all been an accident, she didn’t mean for any of it to happen.”

“But my brothers-“

“Caught in the cross fire, unfortunately.”

She let out a small wail. She didn’t know what to think, was he telling her the truth?

He’d given her no reason to not trust him thus far. Other than the glaring elephant in the room.

Oh yes, she knew who he was, what he’d done.

Yet some how none of that had mattered when she was screaming and crying out when Vi had left. When he held her and whispered promises about the future. When he’d brought her with him, given her a bed and then promised to come back.

And then did.

It was more than she could say for her family in the past few months. Of course they weren’t mean to her, they gave her a bed and food, but if she had really needed them, would they have come for her?

Powder wasn’t so sure. And now she’d never know -

No. No they would have. Shaking her head violently she sat back.

Silco was saying something again, she tried to focus on his voice, but there were too many thoughts swirling inside her.

“If you blame yourself then you must also blame your sister, after all she was the one leading them, wasn’t she?”

Powder nodded, only half listening.

“Then tell me Jinx, why weren’t you there with them?”

What?

Oh.

“Vi told me to stay. She said I wasn’t ready…and I wasn’t”

“I disagree.”

Powder frowned. “But, but I’m not.”

“You blew up my entire operation there, several of my employees and -“

“Killed my family.”

“Indirectly.” Silco put a finger under her chin, directing up to him. “That’s more than I can say for your sister. You were ready Jinx and she held you back.”

Powder searched his gaze before suddenly flinging her self onto him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her cheek pressed to his.

His arms came up around her after a moments hesitation but he held her securely against him.

“If you want someone to blame Jinx, blame her, you could have avoided this whole mess had you been by her side from the beginning.” He whispered into her hair. “But all that’s going to change now, because you’ll be by my side. We’ll prove everyone wrong.” He felt her grip on him tighten.

“We’ll show them. Just like you said.” She whispered back.

“Just like I promised.” He brought a hand up to the back of her head, his other gently rubbing her back.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither saying anything and just taking in comfort from the other.

Eventually though Silco’s body was starting to protest, his knees especially.

“Jinx…” He prodded gently, “might we go back to bed.” Unfortunately the child clung to him harder at his words. “I need to sleep Jinx and so do you, we can talk more in the morning but -“

“I’m scared.” She glanced at him from the side. “I don’t like that room and I don’t want to be alone.”

Silco felt a headache coming on. On one hand he could tell her to toughen up, send her back to the room and let that be it. Though there stood a good chance that it would put some strain on - on whatever this was - and he didn’t exactly want to cause anymore friction. There was also the possibility she would have another melt down and come find him again. On the other hand he could give in and find some place they’d both be equally comfortable and the child wouldn’t have to be alone, it might actually have the added benefit of strengthening -whatever this was - and make her trust him more easily. But. He’d lose some privacy, crossing this line would set the precedent for their future interactions and he wasn’t so keen on losing that-

“Please.” She looked at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes. Surprisingly, it worked.

Oh what the hell. What’s one night anyway?

“Fine.” He let out a long sigh, looped his arms under her and stood up. It took a little more effort this time but he managed, again she clung on like some kind of ape.

He headed them back in the direction of the common area. There was no way he was making it to his private quarters tonight.

A few minutes later and they were back inside the room with the comfy looking couch. Silco set them both down.

“Here.” He said moving to giver her room to lay down. “You can sleep right here and I’ll be right over there.” He nodded towards one of the chairs. It looked less comfy than the couch but it would have to do.

She laid down, watching him as he dug out another wool blanket from one of the boxes and came back over. He placed it across her and she burrowed herself in. Then he went and sat in one of the opposite chairs. He slouched down, trying to lay as vertically as possible in the chair. I certainly wasn’t very gentleman-like but if he was being honest he really didn’t give a shit at the moment, he doubted Jinx did either. He closed his eye.

She stared at him from under the blanket.

“Sleep Jinx.” He said not bothering to look at her.

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She watched him for a few more minutes as his breathing got deeper, he had fallen asleep.

He was… different than what she imagined, not that she’d really ever given him any thought prior to tonight. But if someone had told her she’d be sleeping in the same room as the man who’d harmed her family she would have tossed her monkey bomb at them.

He looked peaceful sleeping. So far when awake the man seemed to have a constant scowl upon his face, that or as if he were about to die of boredom. Powder could relate. She often found herself bored at home, especially when Vi, Mylo and Clagger were out without her.

She wondered if she’d get bored here. Something in her gut told her that wasn’t likely to happen. Not for a while at least. She was so far out of her element she wondered if she was made for this kind of life, if perhaps she should have gone out with her family. If that would have been easier.

It sure felt like it would have.

Her mind was racing despite the exhaustion she felt. It was easier, being in the room with him. She was less afraid. But she didn’t like the distance. So far every sliver of peace she’d felt since Vi’s words, had come from the man holding her.

Slowly she pulled back the blanket and sat up. She wrapped it around her small frame and slid off the couch. Tiptoeing towards the man she stopped by his side looking him over. He didn’t appear to be injured other than the dark bruise that was forming around his neck. She wondered what had happened, the idea unnerved her and so she quickly moved on to his face. She was curious, the skin was darker, marred a bit but nothing too horrible to look at. The eye was a different matter, it had scared her initially but not enough to turn her away, now however she already started to associate it with the man as a signature quirk, like her blue hair. Gently she touched the mans shoulder, when he didn’t stir, she slowly climbed into his lap. He was cold as she settled in, suddenly very glad she brought the blanket with her and placed it delicately on top of them. She rested her head on his chest. Just as she was getting comfy she felt the man stir above her. Stiffening she waited for him to scold her, or worse, shove her off. But neither came, instead the man shifted into a more comfortable position and wrapped his arms securely around her, resting his head on top of hers.

Jinx felt warm, and for a night full of first, a piece of her shattered heart started melding back together. They didn’t fit perfectly, but that was okay. It was something. It was healing.

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Stranger things incorrect quote generator (feat. The most random shit ever ig. Idk)

✨Pt 10✨

I don't even know what to say

Vecna: Let’s write Ms Kelley a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...

(They work together somehow 👀)

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Fred: Well Vecna, I have to say, I'm really disappointed.

Vecna: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.

(I don't even know 😪)

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Henry: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

(very true)

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Officer Callahan: You might not know this, Gareth, but I am a flawed person.

Gareth: I do know that.

(It's fitting that it's Callahan, he would definitely say that)

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Jason: *chokes on something*

Hopper: Jeez, Jason, don't die on us.

Jason: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!

(well the upside down decided for you)

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*Officer Callahan is fighting a monster*

Joyce: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Officer Callahan: The power to believe in myself!?

Joyce: No, a gun! Shoot it!

(the first time he got involved with the upside down lol)

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Eddie: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation.

Wayne: So you're just gonna wait until Jeff is in danger and save them?

Eddie: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them.

Wayne: ...

Wayne: You're insane.

(That's how/why Jeff joined the Hellfire club)

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Henry: I would do anything for money.

*later*

Henry, covered in blood: THE STATEMENT STILL STANDS!

(you crazy boi)

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Vickie: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos.

Vickie: Oh no, where did it go?

Robin: VICKIE WHAT THE FUCK?!

(I feel ya Robin 😬😭 although she probably is not scared of spiders...because I would never say what she said to Steve about the spider thing😬 but maybe she is just tough enough to say it)

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Vecna: I have issues.

Chrissy: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept-

Vecna: With you.

(and I have an issues with you, Vecna)

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Claudia: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Mike?

Mike: No.

Claudia: I think I speak for Mike when I say it sounds really super.

(Claudia picking the wrong kid for a positive answer)

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Will: There's something I have to ask about you-know-who.

Owen: Voldemort?

Will: No.

Owen: Is it Voldemort?

Will: It's not Voldemort.

Owen: You haven’t mentioned wizards once this conversation, so I’m gonna have to assume it’s Voldemort.

(I can't even 😪)

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Eddie: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...

Chrissy: I really care about your feelings!

Nancy: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Eddie, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Charles: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Wayne: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

(I guess Lucas's dad and Eddie's uncle are together now.. Also Nancy and Chrissy)

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Heather: Don't quote me on this, but I believe murder is illegal!

(um...ok..)

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Heather: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm.

Lucas: That is not something you actually have installed.

Heather: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

(You good Heather?)

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Yuri, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

(ah ok, good to know)

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El: *on the phone* Hey One, do you know my blood type?

One: Of course, it's B-.

El: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

(if they had successfully escaped, this would be them)

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Eddie: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.

Billy: What?

Eddie: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

(it's cloudball, because they in heaven... Or well Billy would be in hell...so it's some kind of inbetween..)

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Will: Bob, is that legal?

Bob: When there's no cops around, anything's legal!

(Honestly he would and wouldn't say it 🤔)

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Suzie: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

(her in S3 when the others were trying to save the world, no hate tho, i love Suzie)

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Bob: I hope they've calmed down...

Jason: Shut the fuck up you annoying ass pig.

(in the afterlife... Also how dare you fucking insult Bob! He has done nothing wrong! You are the annoying ass pig here Jason! So shut up 🙄)

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Gareth: Hey, if you type in your password, it'll show in stars.

Gareth: ********* see!

Keith: hunter2

Keith: Doesn't look like stars to me.

Gareth: Keith: *******

Gareth: That's what I see.

Keith: Oh, really?

Gareth: Absolutely.

Keith: You can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2.

Keith: Haha, does that look funny to you?

Gareth: Lol, yes. See when YOU type hunter2, it shows it to us as *******

Keith: That's cool. I didn't know this site did that.

Gareth: Yup. No matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as *******

Keith: Awesome.

Keith: Wait, how do you know my password?

Gareth: Er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause it's your password.

Keith: Oh, ok.

(Gareth is a beautifully handsome person)

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Ivan (Russian): Try not to roll your eyes at me.

Yuri: I don't have pupils.

(Then he tells the story of how he lost them... And laughs because he actually still has them)

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Robin: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Barb: Those are wanted posters!

(i don't even wanna know... Well I do... What did Robin do? 👀)

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Mike: Fight me!

Karen, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

(Don't you dare hurt her babies)

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Yuri: I'm gonna get my pilot's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.

Karen: The big five licenses?

Yuri: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

(well I can)

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Larry: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us.

Dustin: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this:

Dustin: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."

(who's the new mayor? Because he isn't anymore right? Anyway. He's stupid.)

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Mrs Driscoll: Did you wash the dishes?

Jonathan: I thought you wanted to do that...

Mrs Driscoll: *chuckles* You were WRONG.

(Welp)

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Henry: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

(Ye, it's so rude. Smh)

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Jason: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

(Shut up)

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One: What makes you all smile?

Steve: Friends and Family.

Barb: Snacks.

Chrissy: Victory and success.

Max: Face muscles.

(Why you wanna know 👀)

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Mrs Driscoll: Define “dream”.

Jonathan: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

Officer Callahan: That’s too dark!

(Jonathan and Nancy with the officers interviewing Mrs Driscoll idk)

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Larry: Okay, if we can't do it by sheer force, we'll do it my way.

Ted: But your way is sheer force!

(and he's too lazy for that)

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Jeff: Damn, the power went out.

Eddie: Don’t worry, I got this.

Eddie: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

Jeff: What-?

Eddie: I swallowed a glow stick!

Jeff, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

(Poor Jeff was traumatized)

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Robin: Hey Russian guy! This soup is flaccid!

Russian guy: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!

(he doesn't understand English. He only knows that sentence)

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Sue: Officer Powell, how do you feel about lifting heavy things?

Officer Powell: My doctor just said I should avoid—

Sue: Being a wuss? I agree.

(that's were Erica gets it from ig)

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Max: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Erica: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Vecna: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Erica: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

(Erica would win against Vecna)

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Karen: Sue, I screwed up, big time.

Sue: Karen, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

(Well Damn, you didn't have to attack her, but yea, that's definitely were Erica gets it from)

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Mrs Driscoll: Well, it rained today, but as a whole it's been warmer than it was last week.

Mike: Why does it seem like every time you talk to us, you end up talking about the weather? Is your life so unimaginably dull that you can't think of any events in your life to describe that might be more interesting than the weather? Let's think of something for you to talk about other than the weather. I mean, we barely even know anything about you, other than where you live.

Mike: Let's start there. What do you do for a living?

Mrs Driscoll: I'm a meteorologist.

(Mike getting annoyed and being super sweet about it as usual. love him)

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Officer Powell: Damn, the power went out.

Officer Callahan: Don’t worry, I got this.

Officer Callahan: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

Officer Powell: What-?

Officer Callahan: I swallowed a glow stick!

Officer Powell, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

(They forgot the flashlights so)

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Larry: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Alexei: It’s not water.

Larry: Vodka! I like your sty-

Alexei: It’s vinegar.

Larry: …What?

Alexei: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

(Alexei mah man 🙌, he learnt that from Murray)

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*Lucas sends more than 5 messages in a row*

Erica: I ain’t reading all that.

Erica: I’m happy for you tho.

Erica: Or sorry that happened.

(best sister ever)

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Max to Robin: Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just...

Lucas: Cockroach ankles!

Max: Ye- uh, what?

(well Lucas tried)

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Argyle, in the hospital: Will you visit me when I get out?

Murray: Lol nah, I hate graveyards.

(Oof lol)

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Hopper: Ha! Don't you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Hopper: I must be losing it, I'm quoting Larry.

(Him in Russia)

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Mike: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.

Mike: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

(Mike no 🥺)

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Eden, watching Vickie & Eddie panic : What's going on?

Argyle: Vickie is having a midlife crisis and Eddie is just having a crisis.

(Well Vickie likes Chrissy who likes Eddie who likes Steve ig? Also didn't notice if was Argyle with Eden lol)

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Mrs Driscoll: Why do you hang out with me?

Billy: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Mrs Driscoll: …

Mrs Driscoll: I feel a bit sorry for you.

(in the after life when she was taking care of Billy)

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Terry: Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought!

Ted: I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts?

(I mean i knew you were blunt but that's just mean, leave El's mom alone)

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Henry, after getting a job as a life guard: Hmm... I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are..

Nancy: THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!

(That's one of the Vision he showed her lol)

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Billy: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-

Bob: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??

Billy: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

(Billy you idiot... Also Bob saying fuck 😶 should we be worried? Also in the afterlife)

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Steve: We’re kind of missing something guys.

Joyce: Cohesion?

Dimitri: Teamwork?

Bob: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Karen: And Nancy is not here.

Joyce: Oh, and that, yeah.

(The adults, Steve and Nancy are also basically adults, Steve is a mom and Nancy is just Nancy)

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Sue: On the count of three, what’s your favorite cake?

Sue & Karen: One, two, three-

Sue & Karen: Chocolate cake, peanutbutter frosting, and chocolate chunks!

Charles: Our turn, Ted! One, two, three-

Charles: Vanilla!

Ted: I’ve never had cake before. What is cake?

(✨The Sinclairs and Wheelers✨)

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Squad reactions to being called straight:

Eden: The fuck, no I'm not.

Becky: Excuse the hell out of you?

Patrick: Ding dong, you are wrong!

Hopper: Who told you that? And why did they lie?

Billy: Rude.

Wayne: *punches the person*

(well when this quote comes I shall not change anything)

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Joyce: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Karen: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Joyce: Th-that's not how that works-

(Karen, sweetheart, no)

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Charles: If I didn't know better, Claudia, I'd say you were scared.

Claudia: Heh, scared?

*absolute silence*

Claudia: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!

(just the parents hanging out)

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Karen: She's the girl of my dreams!

Murray: You say every girl is the girl of your dreams.

Karen: I have a lot of dreams.

(Lesbian Karen ✨)

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Bob: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl....

Joyce: ....

Charles: .....

Sue: ......

Ted: ..Who?

Bob: That's the thing we don't-

*Everyone stares at Ted*

(I like how it's all just adults lol)

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Hopper: So, are you two dating now?

Ted & Bob: Yes.

Hopper: Why?

Ted: I happen to find Bob very appealing.

Hopper: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Bob.

(Um... New ship?.....I mean both their names are 3 letters 👀)

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Murray, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea?

Wayne: Tea.

Murray: Wrong. It's coffee.

(ha)

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Joyce: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Susan: It's Susan.

Joyce: What did they do this time?

Susan: No, it's me, Joyce. It's actually me.

Joyce: What did you do this time?

(She probably did something that involves Max)

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[Afterlife]

Jason: Are you coming to bed?

Chrissy: I can't. This is important.

Jason: What?

Chrissy: Someone is wrong on the internet.

(she's trying to defend Eddie from being framed)

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Chrissy, to Eddie: You know, Billy can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.

Chrissy: *blows airhorn at Billy* GET FUCKED!

(He has never been prouder of her before lol)

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Jason: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing.

Barb: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.

(she's the first to die in the upside down (I think), so she is the Supreme. Overlord 😌)

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Jason: How are you today?

Patrick: Please don’t make me think about my life.

(Jason woke up after he died and thought it was a dream and then saw Patrick so he wanted to start a conversation... Or smth idk)

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Eddie: Jason! This soup is flaccid!

Jason: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!

(Idiot... Although I also don't know 😂)

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Barb, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like?

Eddie: *Sends a picture of of a syringe with an apple slice shoddily edited inside*

Chrissy: *Sends a picture of a shot glass with an Apple poorly drawn inside*

Billy: *Sends picture of person dunking a Basketball into the hoop but replaced the basketball with a poorly resized apple*

Barb: I hate all of you.

(it this what happenes when you die?)

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Alexei: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Eddie: Not if they consent to it.

Benny: Depends on who your stabbing.

Patrick: YES??!!?

(He's trying to learn americas laws)

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Bob: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Patrick: Oh, you’ve been?

Bob: Once. In Monopoly.

(it's the worst)

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Alexei, upon learning how Benny did a magic trick: So you’re not magic?

Benny: Well, not really.

Alexei: You’re just a liar.

(how dare he 😔)

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Alexei: Is the pink panther a lion?

Fred: Say that again but slower.

Alexei: I don’t get it.

Fred: He’s a PANTHER.

Alexei: Is that a type of lion?

Fred: No, it’s a fucking panther.

Alexei: *googles panther* They aren’t pink?

Fred: AND LIONS ARE?!

(He's seen to many cartoons)

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Barb: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all?

Billy: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.

(The Bs just hanging out without Bob)

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Bob: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.

(that's fits all of them)

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Eddie: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.

Billy: And you came to me?

(Well he wants advice about Steve)

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Patrick: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Alexei: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Fred: A realist sees a freight train.

Benny: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

(Idiots)

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Bob: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Jason without them noticing?

Barb: Hey, Jason, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

Jason: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.

Bob: ...

(Idiot)

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Eddie: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Benny, watching Billy screaming, Chrissy trying to set a sleeping Jason on fire, and Fred choking on air: I don't know either.

(Eddie joining them for the first time..and also last because he can only die once)

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Squad reactions to being called straight:

Eddie: The fuck, no I'm not.

Patrick: Excuse the hell out of you?

Barb: Ding dong, you are wrong!

Jason: Who told you that? And why did they lie?

Chrissy: Rude.

Billy: *punches the person*

(sus Jason 👀)

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[The Older Teens]

*Chrissy is casually searching around the room*

Jason: Hey Chrissy, what’re you looking for?

Chrissy: My will to live.

*Robin walks into the room*

Chrissy: Oh, there it is.

(that's adorable)

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Nancy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

(Ye, the duffers making her flirt with the boys and stopping her from talking to girls 😪)

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Tammy: Your smile? It makes my day.

Robin: Your happiness? I live for that.

Chrissy: A room? Get one.

Jonathan: Hotel? Trivago.

(if Tammy had looked at her 😔)

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Jason: Something’s off.

Robin: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Jason: No, but that’s funny.

(Shut up)

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Eddie: You can’t have a gun on stage!

Nancy: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.

(I hope it's Jason)

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Robin: I told Barb to grab snacks for everyone.

Steve, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?

*Robin, Barb, and Eddie raise their hands*

(I feel like Barb just likes it and Eddie and Robin just want to live the childhood they never had😪)

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Robin: Hold on, I can explain!

Tammy: Really? Can you now?

Robin: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

(Robin and her Tammy shrine)

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Chrissy: Truth or dare?

Carol: Dare.

Chrissy: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Carol: Hey Tommy?

Tommy, blushing: Yeah?

Carol: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Jason.

(Big Oof, also love that it's the couples)

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Eddie: Talk dirty to me~

Tommy: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Eddie: Wha-

Tommy: The economy is in shambles.

(✨teddie✨ but I didn't know he was smart)

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Tammy: New year, same me. Because I'm perfect.

(sure)

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Robin: Tell me a little about yourself.

Eddie: I'd rather not, I really like this group.

(...........so he's a drug dealer 😁)

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Chrissy: Can you cut me some slack, Jason? I’m sort of in love.

Jason: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Chrissy: I’m in love with you.

Jason: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

(no but also cute)

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Argyle: That's greatly offensive to my people.

Carol: College dropouts?

(How dare you-)

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Chrissy: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.

Chrissy: Violently practices.

Eddie: Violently studies.

Jonathan: Violently sleeps.

Jason: Violently shoots pictures.

Carol: Violently boxes.

Nancy: Violently murders people.

Jonathan: Violently worries about the previous statement.

(I think if we'd switch it up a bit it'd could be perfect)

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Eddie: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!

(um..)

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Jason: You seem familiar... have I threatened you before?

(well, I am weird, so maybe you have)

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Jonathan, barging in: Syphilis!

Nancy:

Jonathan:

Nancy: Pardon?

(Nancy is French)

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Tommy: What do you call a dictionary on drugs?

Steve: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you.

Tommy: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better.

Steve: ...

(we were robbed)

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Chrissy: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?!

Nancy: Alright.

Jason: Hey, I-

Chrissy: SHUT UP!

Jason: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!!

Nancy: It was bound to be stupid.

(it was)

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Argyle: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Jonathan: Like its slips on and off really easily.

Argyle:

Jonathan: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Eddie: We know what you meant.

(I know what you are Jonathan 👀)

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Tommy: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

Carol: But we lost Jason.

Tommy: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

(100% 👍)

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Barb, at Vickie: You're my significant other.

Vickie: Yeah I am!

Barb, at Tommy: You're my child.

Tommy: Yes boss.

Barb, at Nancy: You're my bitch.

Nancy: Yeah I am- wait, what?

Barb, at Chrissy: My bestie.

Chrissy: Naturally.

Barb, Eddie: HA, GAY!

Eddie: Fuck you.

(if Barb were still around 😔)

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That last one was definitely something that would have happened. 100%

#long post #stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes #idk what else to tag #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #eden bingham #chrissy cunningham #vickie stranger things #tommy hagan #tammy thompson #carol perkins #barb holland #billy hargrove #eddie munson #jason carver

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zorkaya-moved · 2 years ago

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there was nothing more you could have done. - nanami 🤡🤡

@amaurct

It takes one to know one, huh? The memory of the curses whispering among each other back in Russia brings up a moment that sullies her mood as she watches the corpse of a person in front of her. The curse got to them, but she honestly couldn’t care less. The sight of blood and gore doesn’t touch her. If anything, she feels bored out of her mind. This land, this place, this incident, this mission. Her eyes are vacant yet to others it may look that she is mourning the loss of a person as she stands there, unmoving, stuck in this frigid moment without a way to go back. As if she regrets not being able to save that lad who died a disgustingly saddening death and who will never return to his family. Sokolova wished she would at least feel something, but she doesn’t. It’s the problem. It feels cold, frigid; the languor takes over as it whispers in her ear that she doesn’t have much time.

Thankfully, Nanami’s voice brings her out of the short daze. Huffing at his words, she drops the clownery as she takes out her cigarettes without turning to him. She lights it up right away, groggily breathing out and grumbling something under her nose in her native language before straightening up. As the smoke dissipates in the air, the woman still looks at the body and responds:

“ Call it what it is, Nanami. It is a failure. The stronger you are, the more expectations you have on your shoulders as a sorcerer, ” she rolls her shoulders and finally looks up at the darkening sky. Her eyes catch the beautiful colors that the sky turns on this evening, they are turning bloody red closer to the horizon like her lipstick and it makes her internally note on this beauty, but she still feels so empty and do devoid of any emotion. Her seriousness always comes like a cold shower, sudden and chilling. It’s even worse when she can switch back to her comedic act in less than a millisecond, a snap of her fingers would be enough to bring the magic of acting back. The eyes would stop being vacant because she learned how to blur the lines between reality. She is in control, control is everything. Without control, she would be eaten by the wolves. “ You are incorrect in assessing that there was nothing I could’ve done. I can give you five other plans where things could’ve been different, but I chose the one where the life is lost at the end. ”

Another exhale lets the grey smoke travel upwards, disappearing in seconds. The smell of mint and ash follows, Zarina closes her eyes as she taps her cigarette to have some ash fall off before turning to face Kento. He is a noble one unlike her. She would continue to feed into his image that she was upset over the death of another. Her words fit in and she does look like she’s upset about something, but her being upset is only because of this chilling cold that hugs her heart. Nanami Kento shines as the heroic figure despite being ordinary. He is a human through and through who feels compassion and sadness when he does. He shows his dislike and his like without much thought to it, he is colorful despite how he doesn’t put himself in the highest regards. This simplicity is what she finds both envious and comforting. Maybe spending time with someone so human could bring something out, but so far she notices nothing. It’s a disappointment. All curses in this land are so weak, they don’t bring any entertainment or any adrenaline.

“ Do you always think what you could’ve done differently? ” Zarina inquires, raising an eyebrow as the smile doesn’t appear at all. It feels like an investigation. For the first time, her aura is more oppressive and cold than ever but it immediately disappears as she lets her shoulders drop and relaxes her stance. “ How many more lives you could’ve saved, how you could’ve avoided certain outcomes? Sometimes, I wonder if your choice in becoming a sorcerer was a good idea. A peaceful life... it sounds like a dream. ”

She chuckles softly before understanding that she may not even be satisfied with that at the end. Now, she walks forward towards the man, melancholic in her stance and for the first time very distant and unreachable.

“ I wonder... Can you tell me more about how your worked a normal, boring 9-5 job? I think I’d like to hear more about that after this, ” she glances behind once again before giving Kento a small smile. It’s not like she wants to forget what happened, but she wants to listen to something that isn’t making her want to yawn. but what Nanami doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Let her appear remorseful and regretful over a death like this. “ You are a good man, Nanami. I hope luck would find you. No sarcasm here. Men like you are one of the reasons why the world is still standing and rolling. ”

This world doesn’t deserve heroes, but they are the people who move this planet forward. The ignorant masses walk on the bones of those who protect them. Humanity and its love of ignorance. Ignorance isn’t a bliss to those who know, but it is to those who don’t. Zarina doesn’t lie when she compliments Kento for his attitude and his life. People like that who know and still choose to move forward are respected even by a villainess who could give less of a fuck about anyone and everyone, only interested for now in saving her own ass from becoming a curse. But then again, maybe just hearing about a normal life may satiate this void that continues to grow. He may not understand like Gojo Satoru might, but maybe it’s what needed for this evening.

“ I’ll pay for your dinner since you answered my call, let’s go. ”

#amaurct #this was ... melancholic...#i hope it's ok T_T #THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HOW SHE TREATS SATORU AND NANAMI OH BOY #❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun，i breathe by the moon.#❅ 𝐕. JUJUTSU KAISEN ⤻ she’s got blood cold as ice，and a heart made of stone. ❞

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