#incorrect lazy town

[incorrect-2003-tmnt-quotes]

Raph: Have you ever heard the sound of a rubber ball breaking a window?

Mikey: Uh uh.

Raph: Would you like to?

[incorrect-alnst]

Hyuna: It’s okay. Everyone’s afraid of something.

Mizi: Even you, Hyuna?

Hyuna: No.

[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

Alder becomes Ultra Dad

Alder: Have you ever had a big brother who accidentally ended up in a cult because he needed research funds and caused a lot of destruction due to the mixture of an abusive boss, abuse-induced apathy, and a boatload of self-loathing?

N: *shakes his head* Nope.

Alder: *smiling as he holds Colress by the scruff of his shirt like a Purrloin* WOULD YOU LIKE ONE?

[rhmis-user-2020]

Incorrect LazyTown quotes - Part 1

Robbie: This is my dear sister, Gwyneth. Gwyneth, giving the death glare to Stephanie and her friends: Robbie: Isn't she lovely?

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Vil Schoenheit

A famous celebrity! He grew up in NRV when he was a child but moved with his father to the city after his dad hit it big. Has been an actor since young.

Moved back to NRV when he was older for peace and to escape paparazzi but is gone for the entire spring season every year for film shoots. He often expresses his dislike for being typecast as a villain.

He often helps promote some of the local farmers on Magicam if they impress him.

Seems to have taken a local farm boy named Epel under his wing as he sees potential in him.

He goes for morning runs nearly everyday, sometimes alongside Jack.

Holds film appreciation events with Ortho at the library every Thursday. Sometimes arranges plays for the children in town to act in too!

Loved Gifts: Smoothies. Universal Loves

“Looks like your taste in gifts isn’t as abysmal as your taste in clothing. Fufu, I’m kidding, thank you farmer.”

Hated Gifts: Any Unhealthy Food, Any Mayonnaise, Universal Hates

“Disgusting.”

Rook Hunt

A hunter who lives off of the forests! He does not own a house and nobody knows where he sleeps at night but he’s doing swell!

Good friends with Vil who often fusses over him. He’s also a ultra mega fan of his works as well as Neige’s. (Do not enter his tent; it is filled to the brim with limited edition Vil and Neige merch to the point he had to dig a hole in the ground to make more space).

Helps Trey out with his experiments every Friday and occasionally joins Vil and Ortho in the library for film appreciation.

Often digs in the garbage cans not for food but for information. (Bro has read every letter you’ve received).

Goes down to the mines sometimes to gather iron for his arrows!

Is often found just hanging out with Vil, down in the mines or in the forests hunting or foraging.

Loved Gifts: Liver Pâté, Bait, Royal Sword Cola, Universal Loves

“Beauté! You have captured one of my many hearts, Mon Trickster!"

Hated Gifts: Garlic, Universal Hates

“My, my, I’m afraid even prey wouldn’t take this kind of bait, Mon Trickster…”

Epel Felmier

A farm boy! His family owns an orchard that grows many different fruits throughout the seasons but specialises in apples! You buy most tree saplings from him.

Lives with his grandmother at the orchard and often helps out.

Vil (forcibly) took him under his wing and has been trying to correct his speech patterns.

He really wants to join the adventurers guild and explore the mines but he can’t get past Rook.

Plays rugby with Leona and Ruggie every sunny Sunday.

Sometimes helps Deuce out while he’s working on his motorcycle (He’s so hype about it).

Is often found around Vil and Rook or in the orchard.

Loved Gifts: BBQ Meat, Macarons, Wool, Apple, Universal Loves

“Yer the best farmer! But don’t tell Vil, got it?”

Hated Gifts: Pears, Universal Hates

“Dang, son of a- ahem… You can take this back.”

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For bingo; incorrect d&d acronym please? I just love how exasperated and endeared Eddie would be even if he seemed annoyed on the outside.

"You're still going to play that dungeons and demons game, seriously?"

"It's Dungeons and Dragons, Stevarino and yes, I am", Eddie put one foot on the coffee table and a fist to his chest as he proclaimed, "For if I forsake a passion that has brung me out of my of my darkest times, then the naysayers and venomous peoples of the world win."

"Okay, okay, get your feet off my table. That's precious wood."

Eddie was struck with too many quips about precious wood that by the time he thought of one, Steve was already in the kitchen, making a snack spread for game night.

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"How'd your Damsels and Dragons game go? Did you win?", Steve asked, leaning against the door of his car in Dustin's driveway.

"Dungeons and Dragons and it doesn't work that way. You don't really win in the traditional sense."

Steve shrugged. "Too bad. When I would win anything, my parents would take me to town and let me pick where we went for dinner and let me get what I wanted."

Eddie's tuned changed so fast it was like a record scratching. "I want chili cheese fries from that new place and a hot fudge sundae too. I totally kicked their asses Steve, Mike almost cried."

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Steve watched with great interest as Eddie painted a little toy, presumably for an upcoming game. "So with this Devils and Duckies game you have to make your own pieces? Seems pretty cheap of them."

"Making your own is part of the fun. And come on, I know you know it's not called Devils and Duckies", Eddie chuckled, keeping his eyes on his work. So he couldn't see just how intensely Steve was looking at him.

"Erica was talking about this one duck that threw a wrench in this one campaign though-"

"Ha!", Eddie gestured with the hand holding the brush and made paint splattered a little in Steve's room. "You know they're called campaigns!"

Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm not absolutely clueless you know."

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Steve's little game was exposed when Eddie was spending a lazy morning in Steve's room and found something just out of sight behind a hamper. A dictionary. One bookmarked to the D section.

"Stevie, have you been looking up D words just to make fun of DnD?", he accused with a smirk when Steve came back from his morning jog.

"And if I say yes?", Steve tilted his head.

"Then I would say it is incredibly amusing and endearing and downright adorable that you would go on to such lengths all in the pursuit of a bit." Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve's shoulders, unperturbed by the sweat and smell.

"Would you say that it was decidedly delightful and dandy even though you found the damning evidence to my dalliance?", Steve smirked, hands going to his boyfriend's hips.

"No, I'd say 'holy shit that was hot, say more words'."

Steve beamed. "You think alliteration is sexy?"

"Definitely, my dashing darling."

Steddie bingo under the cut

[corviisquire]

I’ve read the comments on my post abt soulsborne sleep token thing! Here’s some concept art I tried. More is on the way just… HW ew. Tagging people who were interested/encouraging this idea: @sleep-token @wingedinsect @moonchild-in-blue @foundationsofdecay @madsthenightowl @a-s-levynn

Undercut is me mindlessly rambling about what’s going on in my brain about this. Don’t read unless you like torturing yourself with reading.

I guess to start, I have only played Elden Ring (crucible knight more like crucible kill yours-IM JOKING), I’ve watched some lore videos on Elden Ring Bloodborne and DS1, haven’t played DS1 yet, and have all the art books except DS2 (cause nobody likes DS2). I’ve played very limited DND games. I’ve read lots of weaponry wiki pages but I have bad memory. If any information I say below is incorrect (like I say this sword is two-handed but it’s not or I misspell spauldor… spalder? Spauldron?) please correct me. I’m just using information I know and I’m always open to suggestions and feedback!

Random Lore Bits: Sleep and the Whale lived in peace but Sleep was always the higher deity. It created all that lives on the land and the TMBTE creatures. Sleep had many worhsippers but Vessel and the rest stood out. They were appointed as the highest knights of sleep. Vessel always had Sleep’s favor and therefore became Sleep’s vessel. Confusing I’m aware lmao. Sleep and Whale became enemies somehow and Sleep injured the whale, causing it to die. This time period before the Whale’s death was called Eden. NPCs speak of Eden all the time about how, “Peace and day has never been restored since Eden” “Eden is over” “If the whale were here, Eden would still be here”. All followers of Sleep become corrupt.

Bosses: Once killed, all bosses turn into statues and have branches grow out of them. They aren’t dead, just dormant. You can fight them again but returning to their fight area and making an offering of a certain amount of tokens. Once defeated again they return to being dormant. If you defeat all resurrected bosses (fought each one twice) you get smth called a Talisman of Blood (important later).

Regular enemies: Idk skeletons???? Giant birds??? Snakes???? Giant insectoids Idk bro???

Location: Like Elden Ring lands between, it’s called Fields of Elation. The capital city is either Nazareth or Jericho. I’ll try to incorporate Calcutta somehow. Geography is a mix of frigid coast, deep dark forest, large cavernous cave strictures, old ruined castles with mysterious rusty machinery inside, sparatic temples to sleep (all whale temples were destroyed), and the remnants of towns. Large trade road that goes through the entirety of the land is called the Path of Reason??? Idk bro I’m spitballing.

Currency: Tokens. Killing enemies and bosses earns you large amounts of tokens and like how runes work, you can level up you and your armaments with them.

Waypoints: Sites of grace, bonfires, more like RITUALS (I am not funny). I think calling waypoints rituals makes sense.

Flasks HP/FP: Estus Flask, Flask of Crimson/Cruelean Tears…. How about Flssk of H I G H W A T E R. Nah I’m kidding. No idea! Suggestions are open! I’m reading lyrics and nothings jumping out.

Incantations/Spells: Can be equipped to magic armaments and weapons! Kinda like you can choose between spell sword or just being a wizard.

Player Character: Tarnished, undead, hunter…. No idea what to call them. Robes and garments Very inspired by TPWBYT. Thinking the whale was an ancient god defeated by Sleep. Player Character is gifted with a certain power of the whale and was resurrected to defeat Sleep. Game opens with epic cutscene and player charter emerges from a cavern (TLYW) and goes through it before finding themselves on the coast of a freezing raging sea and an inviting forest. There’s probably one class you play as cause I’m lazy and you just collect armor and new weapons on the journey. TLYW style robes with greaves, hood, and gauntlets. Basic longsword.

Vessel: I’ve read the feedback and I agree that staff needs to stay. Live laugh staff. I’ve seen a few Elden ring builds where it’s right armament is staff for casting the long range stuff and left armament is a short sword, miséricorde (mercy dagger), scimitar(?), or other various short weapons. I like the image of this because I imagine him having somewhat light armor so if you’re far away, he spell. If you’re close, he stab. Spells are gonna be red. Change my mind. I like the Elden Ring boss Maliketh’s magic attacks so I imagine something like that. I imagine his boss fight starts with epic cut scene with him kneeled in a big arching cathedral temple type place and he’s like, “you seek to defeat the vessel of Sleep, foolish warrior? I have not known defeat against those of the sea nor those of Sleep” or some crazy bs like that. Half health, hands of Sleep show up and swipe and grab and Player Character. Just giant spindly hands that appear and float around. Attempts to break away form Sleep control but fails so that why he evil >:}

II: Dual wielding… what? No idea. I want him to dual wild some sort of straight weapon cause like drumsticks but honestly… sickles are so badass… Med. to light armor so he can move around a lot. Some sort of helmet with feather Mohawk. Boss area is probably in a fort outside of the main city. Just you and this guy. Get ready for a stamina check.

III: I’m torn between frenzied flame/black flame style magic user or spell sword. If magic, light armor. If spell sword, med. armor. Boss fight in a large old temple, candlelit and torn tapestries everywhere. Better have some fire immunity talismans on you.

IV: Halbert. All the way. Heavy armor my guy. Idk not much to say. Thinking banished knight ornstein inspo?? Boss fight Outside the gates to Vessel/Sleep’s castle. Vigor check time!!!

Chokehold: large dark cavern with webs strung about. It appears from above like, “A traitor to Sleep, hm? Pity. You seemed like you would be a good asset to the Vessel’s artillery.” Big axe time. High HP high strength boss. Vulnerable spot is probably its stomach area. Gives you armor, weapon, talisman, and incantation “Branches in a Flood” (roots sprout from the ground and entangle enemy).

The Summoning: Player probably stumbles upon the fight after meeting Aqua Regia and Granite. Mean killing machine. Idk what else to say erm… maybe player interacts with a sleep token symbol on a pillar with runes and it summons (pun intended) the summoning creature??? Stonehenge lookin boss area. Armor, weapons, talisman, and incantations are dropped.

Granite: Relatively peaceful NPC. Dialogue options are cool and it probably raises stats and alters your armaments. Quest line ends with Granite maybe just becoming dormant or it becomes a member of sleep again and sad boss fight initiates. Drops its armor, axes, root/weed talisman that increases stamina and immunity.

Aqua Regia: Chill and never ends in boss fight. Probably lets you summon them during other boss fights. Spear and sword. Gifts you new armor and talismans. Quest line maybe ends with them becoming too weak to keep battling and becomes dormsnt. You get their armor, spear, sword, rose talisman that raises FP, and a spell/incantation that shoots gold acid rays called Gold Rush or smth similar (Like Aqua Regia? Get it?)

Vore: Awesome boss. Inflicts poison damage for sure. I think we can all imagine how fighting Vore would be. In a poison lake haha it wants you to suffer. Armor, weapons, talisman, and incantations are dropped.

Ascensionism: Swords swords swords. Pulls a Starscourge Radahn and turns a meteor and player has to dodge lmao (cause yk ascending). Boss area is probably in a giant colosseum that’s old and crumbling. Armor, weapons, talisman, and incantations are dropped.

Are You Really Okay?: Player character pulls a stupid and decides to touch and inspect the strange incubator with a fetus inside and AYRO appears and is like “DONT TOUCH MY CHILD” initiate boss fight. Small castle is the boss fight area. Armor, weapons, talisman, and incantations are dropped.

The Apparition: Big guy, big hammer. Boss fight is somewhere in a forest clearing. No other ideas for it. Drops weapons, armor, talisman, incantations like everyone else.

DYWTYLM: Chokehold but with tiny dagger and looks like a giant engine. Probably shoots fire from the pipes on its body? Chokehold is PISSED if you defeat this guy first. Brothers fr fr. Boss fight in an old building filled with machinery. Speed is low but HP is super high. Drops armor, weapons, incantations, and talisman.

Rain: Your magic immunity better be HIGH. Renala style fight: Crazy hits, bad defense. Probably drops some crazy cool incantations, armor (really bad armor), and a talisman of fire immunity and raises your FP. Boss fight area is in a shiny crystaly forest area surrounded by weeping willow/wisteria like trees.

Take Me Back To Eden: The last boss before Vessel. Killer fight. Armor is also fire??? Difficult but probably super dope. Boss fight is in a SUPER large hallway in the castle of Sleep. Drops weapons, armor, talisman of resistance against airborne attacks.

Euclid: NPC that’s probably cranky and hesitant to befriend you at first. Still a follower of Sleep but respects the players fate to defeat the sleepmiester (I’m so tired bro—). Might fight you idk.Once dormant, drops and old mask of Vessel, a few incantations, and armor.

Endings: Endings one: You defeat vessel, sleep becomes dormant and no gods rule over the land. Retires and vessels are resurrected. Endings 2: You defeat vessel and become the new Vessel of Sleep. No difference from first ending, you just chose if ya wanna be evil or not. Endings 3: If you acquire the Talisman of Blood, Sleep sees you worthy to fight them without using a vessel. Radagon Elden Beast situation. When you defeat sleep, the whale is resurrected.

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Forever is the Sweetest Con~Cowboy Like Me steddie au (cw// Jason Carver is homophobic)

Eddie Munson thinks "con-artist" is such an ugly term for what he does (though he will admit there is quite a bit of artistry to doing it well). It's just, the idea that the truly, horrendously rich don't deserve to be swindled from time to time is fundamentally incorrect. Eddie studies the wealthy, carefully gathering tales of who they use, exploit, destroy all in the name of money, and he's made a life of taking them down a peg. He knows how to find the worst of them; how to woo them, seduce them; and take just enough to get away with it.

Like he said, it's an art.

He blows into town after reading the obituary for one Christopher Stephen Harrington IV, husband of Miriam and father of Stephen. He doesn't need to research the family to know that Miriam will be an easy target. Most widows of men like Christopher Stephen Harrington IV are after being locked into loveless marriages for the majority of their adulthood. They're looking for someone to pay them attention, sweep them off their feet. Eddie loves being that someone.

Eddie's first mistake is thinking that there will be anything easy about Miriam Harrington and the second is not taking into account her son. Eddie's only been in town for a few days when Stephen, Steve, shows up, and he is a revelation.

Steve is

Beautiful. Stupid. Throws money around like it's nothing, like he's begging to lose it. Fucks everything that moves.

It's not even a decision, not really, for Eddie to change his mark. Everything about the other man screams that he's desperate for love, for some kind of validation, and Eddie knows just how to give it to him.

It's not hard, seducing Steve Harrington. It barely takes a week before Steve gets Eddie alone in the formal dining room of the Harrington estate.

"There a reason you keep watching me?" Steve asks. He steps easily into Eddie's space, hazel eyes darkening to golden honey as the distance between them closes.

"Maybe I like what I see," Eddie answers. "Maybe I like it a lot."

Eddie leans down making his intent clear by letting his gaze drift from Steve's eyes to his mouth. He ignores the rapid beating of his own heart, the butterflies in his stomach, as he brings his mouth to the other man's. This means nothing, like every other seduction. Steve is a mark and nothing more.

Right before their lips meet, Steve's breath hitting his face and making his head swim with want, a strong hand grips his chin, the blunt edge of fingernails digging into his skin.

"You think I don't know what you're doing here, Eddie Munson?" Steve asks.

"Wha--"Eddie blinks, the words not making a ton of sense when his entire body is focused on kissing the beautiful man before him; takes him too long to realize that Steve's called him by his legal name.

He wrenches himself out of the man's grasp. "Who are you?" Eddie demands. "FBI?"

The look Steve shoots him is devoid of the dim party boy lethargy Eddie's become used to. It's calculating, quick, perceives way too much. It's also packed with sneering disdain. "Of course I'm not. I'm here for the same reason you are."

Eddie scoffs. "That seems unlikely."

"You know nothing about me, Munson. Just stay away from me and my mother and we'll be fine."

"Just your mother? You don't care about protecting any of your friends?"

"You heard me. Everyone else is fair game."

Eddie's head is too scrambled to protest, and his heart--his fickle, too-easily-swayed heart--throbs with longing.

"Fine," he manages. He flees the room, already refortifying the walls he's spent most of his life building.

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At 16, Steve Harrington was everything Eddie expected; spoiled, vapid, cruel, lazy, his entire life handed to him on a silver platter. His life of no consequences changed over night after his father found him in bed with another boy. He got thrown out, no money, no prospects, no life skills. Like so many before him, he fled to the city, but he was barely surviving. That was until he literally ran into one Robin Buckley fresh from poorly pickpocketing a finance bro. Robin took him in, taught him the ropes, and he devoted himself to making the rich pay for their sins.

It's no wonder that Steve and Eddie wind up targeting the same mark, Jason Carver. Jason is the worst of the worst. Handsome, entitled, clever only in ways that hurt, egotistical, desperate for power and prestige. Has a fiancee he treats like office furniture.

Steve uses their similarities to try to get close to Jason, but Eddie plays on his differences, on his nerdiness and confidence, hoping that Jason will find Eddie's fundamental weirdness too intoxicating to ignore.

Eddie's winning. And when he's not planning his slow seduction of Jason Carver, he's unwittingly learning more about Steve. The country club is running a summer youth program, open to the kids of all the citizens of Roane county. There's one feral group that Eddie has a soft spot for, made up of a bunch of dnd-playing nerd children, a quiet girl named El, and a fierce red-head named Max. He's surprised, one day, when he comes upon Steve and curly-headed Dustin Henderson, as Dustin explains some deep dnd lore to a bemused, but clearly attentive Steve. Next, he finds the man sitting with El and Max. El braids his hair while Max paints his nails a charming teal. Later, he sees Steve playing basketball with Lucas Sinclair, coaching him through some improvements on his form, fingernails still glinting with color.

He's so busy trying to put the pieces of Steve Harrington together, rich boy, con man, kind to children, that he doesn't recognize how dangerous Jason Carver is.

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Steve steps from the shower when there's a knock at his hotel room door. He's not expecting anyone, and that makes him nervous. He hasn't survived this long on his own without being cautious. He doesn't hesitate, though, when he sees his visitor is Jason Carver's fiancee, Christine Cunningham. They know each other, sort of, but they aren't close, and he's even more stunned by the tears streaming down her face.

"Chrissy?" He asks as he opens the door.

"Steve, you have to help. Jason's going to hurt him!"

Lead settles hard in Steve's stomach, no need to ask who the "him" is. "Where?"

"They went to Addison's Steakhouse. You know it?"

Steve nods. "I'll get him."

"Please," Chrissy begs. "I didn't think Jason would go through with it, but he kept talking about making Eddie pay, and--and--"

"I know," he says, because he does. "I'll get Eddie. He'll be okay."

When Steve slams into the private dining room of the steakhouse, Jason already has Eddie sprawled on the floor, lip split and bloody, and something inside Steve explodes. He launches himself at Jason, throwing the other man across the room.

Jason staggers. "What, you protecting this freak, Harrington? You know what he wanted with me?"

"I don't care, Carver, just get out of here."

"I heard rumors you were just like him," Jason spits, advancing on Steve.

"Seriously, man, I don't want to hurt you," he clenches his hands into fists.

Jason sneers, taking another step forward. "Like you even could. Everyone knows your dad kicked you out for being a fucking pussy."

It's all the motive Steve needs to punch him across the face with a sharp left hook. Jason collapses, clearly not having been punched anywhere near enough, and then Eddie is all Steve can see.

"Are you okay?" He drops to his knees, angling the man's jaw to get a better look at his injury.

"I was handling it, Harrington."

"Were you?" Steve asks.

Their eyes meet, linger, warmth growing in Steve's stomach.

They move in at the same time, Steve doing nothing to stop it this time, slotting their lips together with practiced slowness. Eddie's blood smears on his mouth, his chin; he gets some on his tongue and moans, pulling the other man closer, burying his hands in all that curly hair.

They fall into bed together like it's the most natural progression of things and, Steve thinks, it probably is. That moment all those weeks ago in his mom's dining room was just a prelude to this, to Eddie taking him apart so slowly, so carefully that it wrecks him, realigns his worldview, makes long dormant emotions surge to the surface so hard and fast that he's helpless to resist. By night's end, he's gone, totally enamored, heart snatched from his chest by Eddie's greedy, careful hands.

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Eddie wakes the next morning naked and in an unfamiliar room. For a second, he thinks his seduction of Jason Carver was a success, but then he feels the soft lips pressing against the back of his neck, and he remembers Steve. Steve lying under him, stars in his eyes, smiling up at Eddie; as he made the prettiest, neediest sounds; as Eddie moved inside him, as all his walls came tumbling down, as Steve Harrington ruined him for anyone else.

His mouth aches, the split in his lip still a little bloody. Without Steve around, Eddie would've noticed the danger Jason posed. Would've stopped the con before it got to the point of them being alone together, of Jason having the power to hurt him. If he hadn't been distracted, he could have avoided the very real threat of a beating.

He lurches out of the bed, away from Steve's soft touches.

"Eddie, what..." Steve starts, his voice all gentle.

"Don't," Eddie hisses.

"Don't?"

"Talk to me like we're in love." Eddie rips his hands through his hair.

"I--don't you--aren't--"

He makes the mistake of meeting Steve's eyes, see the love brimming in the golden brown.

"C'mon, Harrington. You're a great fuck and all, but it didn't mean anything."

Eddie watches as all that emotion, all those feelings are packed away, as Steve's pretty face relaxes into a careless blank.

Nausea twists at Eddie's stomach.

"Yeah, whatever," the other man says.

Eddie finds his clothes strewn across the floor, can't stand to watch Steve for another second. Needs to squash all the things rocketing around in his chest."You can't catch feelings so easy in our line of work. You should know better."

Steve snorts. "Don't waste your time worrying about me, Munson."

"Right," Eddie agrees. He stuffs his feet in his shoes. "Well, see you around, Harrington."

Steve doesn't respond and Eddie can't bear to look back.

Once in the elevator, he collapses back against the wall, driving the flat of his palms into his eyes to force away the tears that want to fall. Guys like Steve aren't for him; love isn't for him. He needs to drill that back into his head before someone gets even more hurt.

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It's the day of Miriam Harrington's mid-summer party and Eddie's skipping town. This whole endeavor was a bust. He's going home to lick his wounds (both mental and physical), and start over somewhere else. He hasn't seen Steve much since their night together, and that's just another reason to get out of dodge.

He shows up to the party, though, about two hours late. It's foolish, dangerous, but he can't leave without saying goodbye to Steve.

It's one of those black and white balls, and Eddie's in fitted black trousers and a velour suit jacket the color of fresh blood. The guys at the doors don't want to let him in, but Eddie doesn't care, just walks past them, ignoring their protests.

Big, white tents are stretched over the country club tennis courts, and the dancing is already in full swing. Eddie sticks to the edges of the ballroom floor, eyes skipping over swaying couples, searching out the only one he wants to see.

Steve is there, easily found by his chestnut hair that's swept into an artful swoop. He's dancing with Nancy Wheeler, sister of one of the feral dnd children, holding her close as they sway to the mid-tempo song. Eddie watches as the music draws to a close, as Steve smiles at Nancy with soft fondness, and his heart stutters. That's what Steve deserves, who he deserves it with, not someone like Eddie, all rough edges and layers of barbed-wire protecting his too-soft heart.

Nancy walks off, leaving Steve alone in the middle of the dance floor. Eddie is quick to take her place.

"Dance with me, Harrington?" He asks.

Steve turns and when he spots Eddie, his face does many complicated things before falling into the mask that Eddie's now too familiar with.

"Dancing is a dangerous game," Steve responds. He raises an eyebrow, carefully bland.

"I think I'll risk it." Eddie pulls Steve close and they slip together like they had that night in Steve's hotel room.

They dance and everyone else in the room falls away, until it's only them, only this, only the the stars dancing in Steve's eyes as he gazes at Eddie like Eddie's precious, special, worth something.

They're close enough to rest their foreheads together, but Eddie can't bring himself to make any move that will take Steve's eyes out of his view. The song plays, and they hold each other, and they don't speak, neither wanting to ruin the moment with words. Eddie lets a hand trace the strong contours of Steve's jaw, and he knows he's in love. Hopelessly, helplessly.

As the last note of the song swells, Eddie presses a thumb to Steve's pouty bottom lip, and he feels the rush of air as the other man gasps.

Eddie lets himself smile, just a bit, before closing the remaining distance between them, slotting his lips to Steve's in a sweet, soft kiss.

He pulls away without a word, turning and disappearing into the crowd before Steve opens his eyes.

It's for the best, Eddie tells himself as he drives away, knowing he's leaving his heart behind forever.

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Fanfic, the one where the band broke up, I really need to figure out how to do folders on this app

It was when Doctor Eva Mudlark walked into the library that Eaglebones got concerned.

She didn't seem to recognize him, or she didn't act like she recognized him, “Hello, I am looking for ze support group, vich room is it in?” Eaglebones, not being able to formulate words, pointed up and to the right, “Zank you.”

Okay, what the hell is going on?

He thought, well maybe it's just her.

Oh, he was incorrect, because just as he thought that, Carl magicked himself to right in front of the counter.

That startled the heck out of Eaglebones and he flinched, “Magic!”

“Shh.”

“Sorry, do you know where the support group is?” Eaglebones, again, pointed, “Up and to the right.” Carl waved, “Magic!” Seriously. You were too lazy to walk up the stairs?

He was supposed to be heading that group. Oh great.

Oh shit.

Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit.

Wait, what if they recognized him and just decided, hey an Aquabat, he's alone, let's torture murder him.

He quickly wrote a sign that said, “Support group is up the stairs to the right.” And hung it on the bulletin board that was by the stairs before ducking under the desk. Like a coward.

Like a gall darn coward.

He put his head between his knees, as he realized he was sorta hyperventilating. Come on, come on Falconhawk, breathe you stupid idiot, he slowed his breathing down to a normal pace and looked at the clock.

Good thing it started in half an hour. And if you're wondering why no one came to check on him, it's because he was the only one in the library.

He stayed under the desk until the half hour was up, by which time, the door had opened and closed three more times.

He shakily got to his feet and immediately almost blacked out. To be fair, he didn't get a chance to eat that day, so it was kinda catching up with him, ugh, I need coffee. He could almost hear Crash yell, “no” stupid super villains got him thinking about friends he doesn't even have anymore.

Sighing, he put on a fake smile and went up the stairs to the room.

He braced himself before he entered. Who knows who he would see.

I guess Crash didn't throw him that far, Eaglebones thought because he saw Ronmark first, then in the next seat was Manant and next to him was the leader of the Anti-bats.

Yay, murder time! Eaglebones walked in the room fully, “Hello, my name is,” he couldn't say his real name, they would instantly kill him, “Ian, and I will be heading this support group.” Ronmark raised his hand, “Yes?”

“You look like someone, I can't put my finger on who though.” Eaglebones had to think of a good excuse to throw him off, “I have a pretty average face.” Yes, good one.

Manant then raised his hand, “Yes?”

“Can you just leave? You wouldn't really understand the plight and woes of being a fresh out of jail super villain. We're trying to get good.”

Eaglebones just left, but he sat outside in the hallway to listen to their meeting. They had closed the door, so it was really REALLY hard to hear them.

All he really got from the meeting was that they were talking about someone called “the boss” and something about town.

As he heard that the meeting was coming to a close, he quietly and quickly made his way down the stairs and back behind the counter.

One by one, the villains came back down the stairs, laughing amongst themselves, “Yeah, we'll try that Mikey, thanks.” Carl said before magicking himself out of the library.

Soon it was silent. Too silent. How many days until Sunday, again? He only realized he was holding his breath when his chest started to have that unpleasant sensation. He breathed a bit before closing the library.

He couldn't handle this. Not on his own, so he only had one option. He had to get the band back together.

[sukieros]

VALENTINE KILLER

(teaser) chapter one

Jungwon × Reader × Jake × Heeseung — A boy born in February, a guy who was made in February and a man who likes February. Who's the real Valentine Killer?

a story inspired by Cynthia Eden's U.S.A Best Selling Book, Die for Me: A Novel of the Valentine Killer.

SYNOPSIS: In which Y/N, a good student, gets involved in a tragedy she never expected to happen only because of meeting the new student. Detectives from their town, were later on standing in front of her for an unknown reason.

DISCLAIMER: Please bare with my incorrect spelling and grammars. I'm still learning and growing up from my mistakes. This story will be mentioning triggering images that included blood. Content contain mature themes and violence.

Killing is great.

The sun peeked through your curtains as the wind came along, dancing with them. You felt the heat of the sun rays kiss your face as you rubbed and squinted your tired eyes.

It's morning now, you thought. And you have to go to school, again. You have to admit it, you hate going to school because it's difficult to deal with voices and behaviors in highschool. The generation's mindset now a days are scary and disturbing and no one can lie about that.

“Y/N! You have to go to school now!!!” It's your brother, Jay Park, yelling downstairs. You let out a sharp grunt as your head throbbed from the books you read last night.

Your body doesn't want to get off from bed but you have no choice because you'll be skinned alive by your family if you will skip class this day.

You did try, but it never ended well.

Screams are lovely, especially when they're muffled.

You screamed at the top of your lungs when a frog suddenly leaped from your window.

“Mother fucking frog! You son of a bitch!” You let our deep curses as you kept hitting the frog with your pillow and the frog kept jumping around every corner of your bed making you scream and throw yourself in front of your window.

You saw a figure standing and it revealed Sunghoon — the middle child, with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face.

“Thought Monika can wake you up.” He said proudly. You frowned and pushed his face with your hands.

Frogs are cute.

He knew you hate frogs but this doesn't stop him from scaring you. “Good Lord, look what you've done on my bed!” You yelled and the door opened with a mad Jay holding the knob hardly.

“It's 6:45 now Y/N you need to move your ass up!” He spatted. You just rolled your eyes as the eldest ranted about how lazy you are.

“You should learn from this situation, young lady or else you'll be sent to Forger's All Girls Academy.” He said with a stern voice.

You hate being locked up in a school and your schedule being almost controlled by other people. This punishment will be the worst one of all.

“I'm moving.” You said with a lame tone because you're tired about arguing with your brothers.

You walked out of your room as Jay trailed your steps until you reached the dining room. Sunghoon was already there eating with Monika, his pet frog. Your face crumpled in disgust, “Can you at least put her in the cage?” You demanded but the middle child just rolled his eyes and stuffed his mouth with rice and spam.

“Where's Yeji?” Jay asked as he motioned you to sit down on the chair which you did. “Shisswhosppingsinheerwumm.” Sunghoon choked as he answered the elder's question.

“Don't talk when your mouth is full dumb ass.” You stated while filling your plate with rice and spam.

He coughed many times and chewed loudly before gulping the food. Jay just sighed at his behavior. “She's in her room still sleeping.” He properly answered and drank his water beside his plate.

“She should be up now. It's February 14 and she's always being loud about her date. What's taking her so long to get down?” Jay curiously asked.

“I'll go get her.” You said as you stood up from your seat and climb upstairs to see the youngest.

Roses are Red.

You knocked on your sister's door waiting for an answer to come in.

Violets are Blue.

Yeji didn't answered so you took the opportunity to open the door but your nose was welcomed by a very foul smell.

Sugar is sweet.

You thought she's busy gaming and she's wearing her headphones on but surprisingly, there's no one inside.

And so are you.

You scanned the room and you have no idea where she went to but your eyes suddenly settled on the pink door.

Red are Roses.

You were having suspicions now because your sister doesn't usually leave her bathroom door, closed. It's always open because she loves the odor of it.

Blues are Violets.

You slowly approached the pinkish door and the smell is getting more fetid and it felt like you want to puke.

Sweet as sugar.

This smell is familiar to you that it's sending you a lot of thoughts — scary thoughts. But you kept denying that this is not real and it's just a hallucination.

Just like you.

You can't help it now because the disturbing thoughts running in your mind is twisting your stomach over the edge.

Red bloody roses.

You stood in front the closed door and slowly knocked on it. No answer. You knocked again and still, no answer.

Blues in the toilet.

You twisted the door knob and the funky smell is getting stronger as you slowly pushed the door.

Skin covered in violet.

The door fully opened and your eyes were lost.

Bruises sweet like cigar.

Your eyes met a feet, swaying and floating. It's nails were violet and it's skin is very pale.

Knife on head like regal.

Your body tensed up as you slowly trailed your eyes above.

Frozen like the ice, covered in sweat like fire.

You met the eyes. No, her eyes. And yours were in tears as your jaw were hanging. You want to scream but you cannot even do it.

Broken into piece, your heart is what I desire.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” You finally let out your screams in horror as you cried and sobbed in the bathroom.

The hanging body made you cry. No. Yeji made you cry because the body was hers. It's cold, pale and two knives were stabbed in her, one on her chest and one on her head— dried blood has deep trails on her fare skin.

Slits were all over her pale and bruised skin, five, no... six, no... eleven slits were all over her. A rose was stitched on her eyes.

“No!!! Noo!!!” you cried more in trauma as you looked at your poor sister's body.

“What happened!?!” Jay and Sunghoon came rushing in Yeji's room. The two were huffing in breaths as they both ran to your spot and only to be surprised by a sight they never wanted to see.

They were tensed and frozen at their spot while you're now on the ground crying hardly. “Yeji!!! Who did this to you!!!!! AHHHH!!!!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.

It was very ugly. You never know what did she do to deserved a state like this. “Call 911 now!!” Jay yelled at Sunghoon who's now crying too, mad and furious.

You were now getting dizzy as you let out your cry. Sirens were later heard around your neighborhood while Sunghoon and Jay were calming you and processing together what's happening. Jay decided to leave Yeji's body hanging for a while before the FBI comes to investigate the scene. He knows that it was the worst idea but it's not a good move to touch her body for some sort of reason.

“She was just in her room last night.” Sunghoon sobbed as he hugged you. “She even happily bragged about her high scores yesterday.” He added. Jay was silent the whole day because he was too shocked. Especially you who firstly witnessed the body.

This will forever be a nightmare to the three of you.

“We found your sister's heart in an ice box from your own back yard. I think the killer purposely threw it out there or he immediately threw it before someone can catch him doing a crime over the victim.”

Nice to meet you. - VK🌹 “Engraved on the victim's body.” A detective said as he showed Jay the photo. The eldest thought that it's better for you to stay with the uniform to be safe.

“Lucky for your other sister to not discover he body too late because if she did, a box will appear in your porch and send her the greatest PSTD because of VK.”

“Who's VK?” He curiously asked. “Valentine Killer.” The detective spoke.

And that ringed him a bell.

5 Years Later...

“New university, new life.” You said to yourself as your held the straps of your bag while entering the Decelis Academy.

Be aware of anyone you meet. Jay's voice lingered around your head. Yes, the three of you became more aware of what's going to happen after the incident that happened in that house, that old house you guys left behind.

And you marked those words inside you.

Do you think this is easy? No sweet sugar, you'll always be mine.

RIIINGG!!!

The school bell rang and students are now rushing to get inside their classrooms while you're still lost even though your reading your subject and class list.

“You need help?” A boy with cat eyes, blue hair and eyeglass came to you. You scanned him, but he looks harmless. “Oh, yeah. I'm lost.” You said while walking and he followed you. “What's your first period subject?” He asked.

You were hesitant at first but he's not gonna hurt you. Maybe not, maybe yes, you're not really certain. “Hmmmm ethics.” You said.

“Really? I'm going to that room too!” He said as he's smiling genuinely. “Great, now we're going there. I don't know how does this map works.” You scoffed. “I went to that room while ago, follow me.”

You have doubts but after walking, you finally reached the ethics room and gladly the teacher didn't yet arrived.

“I'm Jungwon.” He said. “Oh I'm Y/N.” You introduced yourself.

“Nice to meet you.” Jungwon smiled.

Those words were familiar and it made you looked at his eyes and they were blank stare. His smile is different and it's sending you chills but you don't know why.

I'm not gonna let my guard down. You said in your mind.

“Nice to meet you too.” You replied back.

You can't runaway from me. Never. Again.

Oiiii, thank you for reading! I recommend you to read the novel, it's really thrilling! <3 I'll post my master list soon!

[blankd]

MushRush SRPG Devlog Aug 10th, 2024

Time for the first update!

READ MORE to see: my production plan, why I'm calling this MushRush, what this week's Golden Duncecap moment was (and how I solved it), and some of THE scrungliest assets.

NOTE: I will be tagging all posts like this with the 'mushrush SRPG' tag, yes even after I figure out a real name for this project

PRODUCTION PLAN

This update will be lacking in screenshots as I was mostly fiddling with the SRPG Plugin suite, locking in a battle/events roadmap for the entirety of the game, and organizing my notes into something more concise. The battle roadmap outlined their purpose (narrative and/or mechanically), if they had something noteworthy in plot or flaovr, their objectives and their failstates, and a rough idea of what visual assets they might require.

There is roughly a total of 33 maps: so far 5 are core/mandatory, 6-7 are optional, the rest are progression. The distribution may change as production goes forward, and the map count may even decrease but I'm absolutely holding myself from exceeding that 33 number as this number does NOT include whatever magic I need to use for towns or 'cutscenes'.

Additionally, I'm holding off on ANY art assets, writing, and such, until the game has a solid mechanical skeleton to be played through. Since there are a maximum of 7 (8 technically, as its sometimes a Unit on the map but has no personality) party members, I'm optimistic about its implementation and testing. I'm also already planning to reuse/upcycle the enemies from Moon-Scarred appropriately. Waste not, want not!

PROJECT NAME/WHY MUSHRUSH?

it's not a spoiler to say this (as it's visually obvious within the first map), but you play as a cleric of a Divine Mushroom and will be carting it around to solve the Undead Problem. I'm fairly bad at titles, so while I know the name Mysilla is important, I can't figure out a snappy game title for it yet, so MushRush will keep things silly. 8)

THIS WEEK'S GOLDEN DUNCECAP MOMENT

The Issue: I encountered my first (and hopefully worst) instance of things breaking where I could not get my template map to run at all- it would completely skip showing the Pre-Battle (win/lose conditions, etc.), (functionally) skip the Battle Preparation Phase (couldn't place any units, but I could 'Start' the battle with 0 usable units) and then enter an infinite loop of the Turn Incrementing even though no Player OR Enemy Turns were occurring.

The problem was so severe and 'unsolvable' that even my basic ass debugging method of putting trigger text to tell me if/when the code was running, would not trigger. After a LONG journey of consulting the demo's documentation- even literally copying the eventing framework, nothing was working.

As I went to reset the Plugins, I noticed that they were in the incorrect order. For context: a (purposeful) function of RPGm is that Plugins have certain priorities and sometimes need a specific order, but when LOADING the plugins into RPGm, it's alphabetical in its folder (because how would IT know what order it's supposed to be in). I fucked up in that I had only remembered to put the core plugin at the top, but loaded the rest alphabetically because I was lazy and had just forgotten this BASIC FUNCTION.

Once the Plugins were organized into their correct order as intended by the Plugins' creator, everything worked as expected. So learn from my mistakes and never forget Rule 0 of RPGm use- check your goddamn Plugin Order FIRST!!

THE SCRUNGLES (aka a Most Unflattering Teaser of the Main Cast)

White = not-Halfling Cleric MC Orange = Dragon(born) Lady Paladin Grey = Orc Rogue Purple = Drow Barbarian Blue = not-Tiefling Sorcerer Red = Human Wizard (a HUMAN? MODS, BAN HER) Green = Goblin Ranger (even though in my notes I call her Druid, whoops!) Brown = yeah that's a cart, what of it

While the broad strokes of the characters are present/set (I'm still figuring out Rogue's clothing, oops), enough details can still change or will later be included to make them less boring, such as how Red/Wizard is an older lady, but there's no point to putting the wrinkles at this stage.

I hope you look forward to whenever I can post their 'talking' scene sprites to show off more of their designs! Thanks for reading~

[goat-shoe]

ok, i Rant time

ive been reading this fic Knowing itd be a mess and im just... ive had it with this characterization! aimless rant below ^^;;;

tw for bullying, harassment, abuse, homophobia

so a lot of highschool AUs are just..... Bad? like LOL sorry :x but. youre taking away everything interesting about the miraculous holders, And youre trying to make Fully Grown Adults into children. ??????

n e ways, i found this highschool dropout au,,, im Sure you can guess how i feel abt dugout and tiderdrop together, but personal biases aside (its Icky to me and someday ill figure out why)..... lets read this fic.

(to prove i am Not taking things out of context, heres the whole fic)

FIRST of all, youre ognna notice that the prose is Boring, written in long and uninspired runon sentences. i dont wanna just bash on an inexperienced writer, but if youre gonna be this lazy about it.. who is it for :x

second, headcanoning mariquitas name as the Only spanish name you can think of that starts with "mari"? is just uninspired. mariquita wouldnt Choose a hero name so obviously close to her Real Name.. again im not an unmasker, but this headcanon is ridiculous....

finally, and most importantly.... "he sighs wearily". umm, No actually. he Doesnt. you dont even get an insight into dugouts thoughts other than "im nervous about school >m<"

Needless to say, this and his whiny, whimpering demeanor is incredibly infantilizing,. Furthermore in this context, all it does is plays into the ""yaoi"" trope of a big buff bad big boy x boy who says uwaaah! (i hope it goes without saying, this is Not a condemnation of boys who say uwahh, yall are doing gods work and ily)

cramming tigerdrop and dugout into this trope comes off as (and actually is) incredibly homophobic and harmful. need i remind you, these are real people. i wouldnt be surprised if this author was a fujoshi or something too :x

anyways.

im a dugout fan Because hes reserved, but in this fic, thats being watered down to him just being sad and whiny.

its just so insulting to be written shrugging every 3 sentences. dugout im so sorry theyre doing this to you ;;;

guhh. ill give them points for this cute relationship with mariquita...

but again, the prose is just.. clumsy. and again, all dugout does is whine about change. its not even a realistic portrayal of adjustment disorder :x

speaking of disorders Lol,

we Know how i feel abt tigerdrop, but i tend to actually like fanfic portrayals of him.

but this one is just... Confusing...

(also we have mandatory "describe their entire outfit in vapid detail" LOL i should have made this a bingo)

i havent really been talking about the plot, but heres what it took the author two chapters to get through:

dugout it new in town, hes nervous about the changes. (we dont even know why he misses home??? just, make it up i guess, god forbid a fanfiction Make That part up!!!!!!)

tigerdrop has lived in new york all his life, and he appears to be pretty bored with life (ex: pushes pipsqueak over just because he thought itd be funny, no doubt an allusion to the canal street incident last july)

his characterization is actually really confusing and i think its supposed to be like, Alluring??? but its just disconcerting :x

thats It. Two established characters and empty conversations with others (the mariquita mischaracterization especially drives me up the wall ever since i confirmed my kin with her)

they meet in math class when dugout unknowingly sits in tigerdrops seat..... girl, Literally no one in high school acts like this.

at this point, this fic is no better than glee and the millions of other incorrect and careless portrayals of highschoolers. tigerdrop has some weird banter with the faceless teacher (yet Another reason i hate most highschool fics)

:/ i Kinda saw it coming, but....

tigerdrop apologizing and not meaning it? In character. But, hes just acting like a greaser, and its Weird

dugout wouldnt care! he would not look like "a deer in the Headphones."

i Realize the author doesnt have a beta reader but :x that doesnt excuse pawning off lazy work btw, in case anyone was wondering....

last but probably Most important: this is setting up such a toxic dynamic. tigerdrop is actively pushing the message that dugout is taking up too much space and he doesnt belong. its alienating and shitty. and this is a fic Shipping Them :x

but i Clicked on a dropout fic, so.... should i be surprised :/

like i said. dugout is Already afraid of him.. his body is reacting just to the sound of his voice, not unlike trauma in PTSD victims!

like. guh. this is literally so toxic. also..

take a shot every time you see the word "smirks"

lips ghosting his nose And ear? Lol.....

likely The Worst way to incorporate their miraculous personas :x reading this literally made me nauseous.

anyways.... thats all of the fic thats been posted so far. so to summarize: this is just Icky. its even worse, setting this kind of relationship in their high school years :x imagine if someone treated you this way! youre Not gonna grow up and marry them.

i Cant even.

~ ty for reading <3 ~

[formulauno98]

Chez Grandmère | Chapter One

Having relocated to the South of France for some peace and quiet, little did you know that you would be getting more than you bargained for. Thanks to a chance meeting in the local grocery store and a certain bulldog called Roscoe, you were on the path to becoming a Formula One WAG.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Pure Fluff

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction.

You twiddled your thumbs, waiting in line in the local grocery store, having popped in to grab a packet of pasta and some sauce for a lazy dinner for one. It had been three weeks since you’d arrived in the South of France and you’d taken like a duck to water to the laid-back sunny lifestyle.

Having been born and raised in the sprawling urbanity that was London, the French Riviera made for a stark contrast. You’d left a successful job at an advertising agency for a change of pace where you could explore your primary interest, children’s storybook illustration. It was a career opportunity that had come out of nowhere, having by chance worked on an ad project that required you to revisit your artistic talents and illustrate characters. The ad had been a huge success, with the painterly illustrations being the star of the show. Inquiries had come flooding in and soon enough you’d realised this was a viable way to make a living. 

Not content with life in the dull grey city, you’d taken the opportunity to up sticks and move to sunnier climes. Your Grandma lived in Roquebrune Cap-Martin, a small town just east of Monaco and you felt it would be just the place you needed to strike inspiration gold. She’d kindly offered you her spare room and you’d made yourself at home quickly, spending the mornings painting on the sundrenched terrace and lazy afternoons by the pool.

Lost in your thoughts you stepped back and bumped into something. Looking down, it was none other than a bulldog. “Oh my gosh, sorry love!” you knelt down and tickled his ears, glancing around for the owner who was nowhere to be seen. He was a friendly dog so you kept making a fuss of him until a voice called out.

“Roscoe, what are you doing?”

You looked up to see a panicked man coming around the corner, his hands full of cartons of juice.

“Je suis désolé pour mon chien.” He said in broken French, “Il est très… naughty.”

You laughed, “It’s okay, I’m English. Don’t worry about it, he’s a sweetheart.”

“Oh right, sorry!” the man blushed, “Just as long as he doesn’t slobber on you.”

“Oh no, he is too cute, I wouldn’t even mind,” you said, tickling the dog’s head one last time before standing up. That’s when it hit you, the dog’s owner was none other than Lewis Hamilton. You hadn’t recognised him from the floor but now that you saw it you put two and two together and your heart skipped a beat.

Realising that you’d recognised him, Lewis smiled at you, “He doesn’t normally let strangers do that you know, he must know you’re a good one.”

“Ah I love dogs, I couldn’t not make a fuss of him.” you smiled, just as the cashier called you to pay. “Nice to meet you, and nice to meet you, Roscoe.” 

“Likewise.” called out Lewis as you made your way over to the counter, turning around to flash him a smile.

In typically French fashion, the check-out process was slow and the cashier made a point of sending someone to find another jar of sauce as apparently the bar code was incorrect. You were waiting for them to return when once again, you felt something nuzzling up against your bare legs. Glancing down, it was Roscoe, evidently back for more tickles. Stretching down, you stroked the crook of his ears once more, his short stump of a tail wagging enthusiastically.

“Honestly, I am so sorry, he is never normally like this,” said Lewis, who was now at the checkout to the left of you.

“No need to apologise, he’s very sweet. I used to have one myself, I miss him like crazy..” you said, hoping that Lewis knew you didn’t mind.

“Oh I’m sorry to hear, what kind of dog was he?” he asked, his brown eyes bright with curiosity, “Merci Madame,” he added to the cashier who handed him a receipt for his juice.

“Not too dissimilar to Roscoe here, he was a French bulldog, called Pierre,” you said, now well aware that Lewis was hovering next to you as you waited for the woman to return with your sauce.

“Aw, I bet he was cute. I love Frenchies, they’re like my boy’s cousin,” he said kindly. 

“Maybe Roscoe knows.” you laughed, as the cashier finally rang up your sauce and you paid. “Merci, bonne journée." you said, gathering your bags, Roscoe still at your heels.

“I think he’s your number one fan.” Lewis said laughing as you both made your way out of the small shop, “So what brings you down here? You said you’re English?”

Surprised that he was still chatting away to you, you replied, “Yes, I’m from just outside London, quit my job in advertising and I’ve just started illustrating full time. My Grandma lives here so I figured I’d come down and stay with her for a bit to get the creativity flowing.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” said Lewis, looking genuinely interested, “What kind of things do you illustrate?”

“Children’s books mostly, characters and environments.” you said, “It’s not exactly fine art but it pays the bills.”

“Ah I’m sure they’re great,” said Lewis, “I hope you don’t think this is forward of me, but would you like to get dinner sometime? I live just on the other side of that,” he said, gesturing over to the piece of land sticking out into the bay, “It’s nice to hear another English voice around here.”

Taken aback that Lewis Hamilton was not only talking to you but had just asked you out for dinner, you stuttered, “Sure, that would be nice. Let me know when you’re around.”

Lewis smiled widely, “Amazing, how about Thursday night? Can I get your number? I’ll make a reservation somewhere nice.”

“Sure,” you said as he took out his phone to add you as a contact.

“I just realised I didn’t even ask your name,” he said, blushing slightly.

“It’s Y/N.” you replied with a smile, “And don’t worry, I didn’t ask yours.”

“Y/N? That’s a pretty name. I’m Lewis.” he grinned, extending his free hand to shake yours.

“Nice to meet you Lewis.” you smiled. “My number is …”

“Thanks,” Lewis said as he typed your number carefully into your phone, “I’ll drop you a text later today.”

“Sounds good,” you smiled, “Right, I had better head off but I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Same, looking forward to it,” Lewis said, looking genuinely excited.

“Likewise,” you knelt down to stroke Roscoe one last time before parting ways, “And bye to my new buddy.”

“I still can’t get over this.” said Lewis, “He knows a pretty girl when he sees one.”

At this you blushed, standing back up to make a move, “What can I say, I’m a sucker for a cute face.” 

Lewis laughed, his eyes twinkling in the sun, he really was handsome. “I try my best.”

“I was talking about Roscoe but sure let’s go with that,” you winked, “Have a good day and I’ll be waiting for your text.”

“I know, I’m just messing,” said Lewis, grinning even more widely, “See you on Thursday Y/N.”

“See you,” you said, making your way back up the steep hill to your Grandma's apartment building, well aware that Lewis was definitely staring at your ass as you walked away.

[openheart12]

Replay

A/N: used this generator to create texts, but just some lighthearted fluff

Summary: Texts between the FBI besties.

WC: 1,160

Warning: swearing

Power Rangers

6:12 am

Stuart: good morning

Tiffany: good morning

Jubal: good morning

Maggie: you all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit

OA: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

Maggie: not that much. it’s 6 in the fucking morning

5:38 pm

Tiffany: my god, would you two just get a room already?

OA: excuse me?

Tiffany: you both keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else’s misery. so seriously, when’s the wedding?

Maggie: there is no wedding, we’re just besties

Stuart: I SHIP IT

Jubal: can you all not???

7:14 am

Stuart: how would you like your pancakes?

OA: plain

Tiffany: with sprinkles 

Jubal: chocolate chips

Maggie: potatoes 

OA: wtf maggie

Maggie: what? they’re good

5:39 pm

Jubal: what does rainbows mean to you?

Maggie: gay rights

Tiffany: there’s money

Stuart: the sign of god’s promise to never destroy the whole earth with a flood

OA: it is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops

12:21 am

Jubal: what’s the worst thing you guys have done?

Tiffany: rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade

OA: i kicked stuart in the shin 

Stuart: so i kicked OA between the legs

Maggie: i burned a town down

Jubal: what?

Stuart: what the hell is wrong with you?!?!?

Maggie: a lot of things

OA: no shit

F is for Friends who do Stuff Together

3:13 pm

OA: my life is a little too much panic and not enough disco

Jubal: my life is a little too much fall and not enough boy

Maggie: my life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance

Stuart: my life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons

10:04 am

Maggie: my stomach growled super loud in french 

Maggie: i’d like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in french, it growled during french class

Jubal: bonjour 

Stuart: le growl

OA: hon hon hon, feed me a baguette

4:58 am

Stuart: what is love?

Jubal: an emotional minefield 

OA: a neurochemical reaction 

Maggie: baby don’t hurt me

4:24 pm

Juba: LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS

OA: and here we have a capitalist 

Stuart: did you just-

Maggie; let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history, human language, and the universe itself aligned to make this joke possible

5:28 pm

Jubal: i still don’t have a new years resolution 

OA: you could lose a few

Stuart: you could be less lazy

Maggie: don’t be such a bitch

Jubal: okay DAMN SHIT

Federal Besties of Investigation

4:38 pm

Maggie: either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at mcdonalds 

OA: we’re going to mcdonalds if i don’t do my work?

Maggie: no

OA: and what do i get out of this?

Maggie: a dollar

OA: what do you think i am? a chump? i would never do it for a dollar

Maggie: 2 dollars?

OA: you got yourself a deal

11:11 pm

OA: O

Maggie: what?

OA: don’t read into that

Maggie: but i will read into that

OA: HOW??? IT’S A LETTER

Maggie: why is there a space after it, hmmmmmm????

OA: dude, really? it’s a fucking letter

Maggie: it could stand for something

OA: IT DOESN’T I PROMISE

Maggie: like oppression or worse…

OA: i just typed the letter O, it means nothing :/

Maggie: optometrist 

OA: omg

8:29 am

Maggie: as usual, maggie has to save the day

OA: as usual, OA has to hear about it

7:02 pm

Maggie: treat spiders the way you want to be treated

OA: killed without hesitation 

2:42 am

Maggie: strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry or milk

OA: go the fuck to sleep maggie

Maggie: you’re an asshole, man

OA: you are what you eat maggie

Maggie: i don’t think i can handle any more of your tomfuckery 

OA: oh yeah? well i can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out

12:48 pm

OA: remember what i told you

Maggie: don’t be a cunt

5:18 pm

OA: between tiffany, stuart, jubal, and isobel – if you had to – who would you punch?

Maggie: no one, they’re my friends. i wouldn’t punch any of them

OA: jubal?

Maggie: yeah but i don’t know why

1:17 am

Maggie: OA, i screwed up big time

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

Avengers Dupe

5:27 am

Isobel: well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear motives and good hearts! let me guess, you’re out to save the world

OA: well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment

Jubal: more or less, i guess

Maggie: that sounds awesome. let’s do that

Stuart: i’m new here, but i am open to the concept

Tiffany: i thought that’s what we were doing

9:40 am

Isobel: if you got arrested, what would be the charges?

OA: theft

Jubal: disturbing the peace

Tiffany: aggravated assault

Stuart: arson 

Maggie: all of the above, probably in that order

7:25 pm

Stuart: rules were made to be broken

Jubal: they were made to be followed, nothing is made to be broken

OA: piñatas

Maggie: glow sticks

Tiffany: karate boards

Isobel: spaghetti when you have a small pot

Stuart: rules

Jubal: …

10:51 pm

OA: fine, judge me all you want but stuart married a lesbian, isobel left a man at the altar, maggie fell in love with a gay ice dancer, tiffany threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire, and jubal lives in a box

Maggie: damn way to air out all of our dirty laundry 

2:58 pm

Stuart: imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life

Isobel: it would be nice to have my sense of purpose back…

OA: oh wow, you found my childhood innocence! thank you for finding it

Tiffany: my will to live! i haven’t seen this in years

Maggie: i knew i lost that potential somewhere 

Jubal: mental stability, my old friend

Stuart: jesus, could you guys lighten up a little

4:48 am

Isobel: who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to jubal and stuart’s convo?

OA: me, i’m in the laundry basket 

Tiffany: i’m in the washing machine

Maggie: i’m in the closet

OA: we accept you maggie <3

Maggie: no, i’m literally in the closet 

OA: love is love <3

Tiffany: ALLY

8:37 am

Maggie: you guys don’t wanna mess with me

OA: yeah, maggie will straight up cry in public. don’t try her

Maggie: exactly, i will straight up…

Maggie: why would you say that? :( 

Jubal: great, now she’s crying in the middle of the JOC 

4:39 pm

OA: i’d die for you guys

Stuart: then perish

Tiffany: you will

Jubal: please don’t

Isobel: cool

Maggie: i’d die for you first

[yyokkki]

Warning: Chapter 6 spoilers? Vaguely??

Idia Shroud

A hermit that claims to be a game developer! He’s not lying but he has omitted some details about his family business that he’s been working with remotely.

Owns a house that he lives in with his little brother Ortho who does all the grocery shopping!

Created Ortho after a terrible tragedy with the help of a mage (not the local one).

Would never willingly take part in the town festivals but Ortho hides all the food in the house on those days so he has no choice but to eat the festival food if he doesn’t want to starve…

Plays board games with Azul every Monday in his house.

Is often found in his room… And sometimes by the lake late at night (Ortho kicks him out to get fresh air).

Loved Gifts: Pomegranate, Any Candy, Battery Pack, Dwarf Gadget, Iridium Bar. Universal Loves

“!! T-thanks, you’re not bad, farmer.”

For Battery Pack and Iridium Bar: “Huh, I needed these for some of Ortho’s new upgrades… Thanks farmer.”

Hated Gifts: Sashimi, Any Fish, Universal Hates

“...Normies like you are the reason why I stay inside.”

Ortho Shroud

The resident sunshine child and Idia’s little brother!

He’s a robot that doesn’t require food to survive but with the power of the world wide web, he can do anything in the world!

He has a lot of healing equipment installed in him so he kinda turned into the town’s informal doctor by default! Is usually the one who treats you whenever you pass out in the mines.

He has a bunch of different gears but the most commonly seen ones are for each season and beach wear.

Absolutely obliterates the competition at every egg festival (Floyd is so mad about it). The hunt is like 10x harder for you in this universe particularly all because of him.

Joins Vil in the library every Thursday for film appreciation! He takes part in the plays along with the other children! 

Doesn’t attend school the way the other kids do but he does sit in and gives his own lectures every once in a while.

Is often found at his house or in the town square chatting with the other kids and residents!

Loved Gifts: Battery Pack, Dwarf Gadget, Iridium Bar, Radioactive Bar, Universal Loves

“Thank you, farmer! This will be useful for data collection!”

Hated Gifts: Bombs, Poisonous Mushrooms, Universal Hates

“My sensors say that this is a highly dangerous object! Activating Energy Cannon!

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AU

in which Robbie, Sport and Steph are one of those families who are into custom calendars with family pictures and it looks something like this: