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tired-teacher-blog · 3 years ago

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Hey, im going through a bad breakup from a relationship where i was once engaged, only recently did i find out he was cheating and i need ✨Serotonin✨ can i get a rebound and love from Dabi whos been waitin to scoop me since he met me?

Sweetheart you deserve the world and all the great things in it. It's his loss trust me. <3

Title : True happiness

Characters : Dabi/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ fluff/ a tiny bit of angst

Trigger warning : Orgasm denial/ fingering (fem receiving)/ creampie/ Dabi uses his quirk on you

Please do not read if you're a minor!!

Masterlist

_ "He looks like a jerk, and you deserve someone much better."

_ "Oh yeah? Like who?"

_ "Like me!"

You smiled remembering that conversation you once shared, and his smug face as he tried to prove his point.

You know how he feels about you, how he's always felt about you.

You can see it in his eyes when they linger on your form a moment too long, and in the way he runs to your rescue everytime you manage to get yourself in trouble.

You know how he feels about you but you've always chosen to ignore it. You had to, you've already had a partner.

A partner who chose to wreck what you had, and for what? For a bimbo he kept on the side.

You were lucky you found out about it before taking a step further into his traps. But it was weird, shouldn't you be sad? Hurt? Mad? Bitter? You know, the usual.

You felt none of those things, if anything, you were relieved.

What's weirder was remembering that particular conversation at a time like this.

You shook your head trying to regain focus and finished packing before leaving for good.

But where were you supposed to go in the middle of the night? You had just left the apartment you resided in for months and you had nowhere else to be.

Should you go to him? Ask him to spend the night and figure out what to do tomorrow? It's not like you have a choice so why not?

Your heart hammered against your chest as you stood at the door and knocked. Last time you saw him was only a few days before, so why were you nervous?

_ "Coming." You smiled hearing his voice from the other side of the door.

_ "Hey Touya, it's me" You spoke as soon as he opened the door, still guarding your smile.

Him on the other hand, froze for a moment as his eyes traveled between your face and your suitcase.

_ "Is everything okay? What happened?" He urged you to speak cradling your cheeks.

But you couldn't say a word, you gazed into his concerned eyes and finally allowed yourself to weep. And for a minute you couldn't understand why. One thing for sure, you were not crying over the asshole you had left behind.

He dragged you closer to his chest and carried your suitcase closing the door behind you.

None of you said a word, he kept you in his hold until your sobs finally stopped.

He kissed the top of your head and it just felt.. right.

_ "Let's go inside." He whispered and you nodded.

It was obvious, so he didn't need to ask again about what happened, at the moment he was just relieved you came to him.

_ "You were right, he's a jerk." You finally spoke your first words after settling on the couch.

_ "What did he do to you? Did he hurt you? Show me where he hit you! I'll incinerate the bastard!" He was furious and you were amused.

_ "No don't worry he didn't touch me, he cheated so I dumped his ass." You stated rather proudly leaving him wide eyed for a second before he smirked patting your head.

_ "That's my girl, but you know? My offer still stands, if you want me to get rid of him I'll gladly do it, I'll burn him to the bones so no one will recognize him." It should be scary hearing his words especially knowing that he meant every single one of them, but instead you found it endearing that he cared that much about you.

_ "No, I don't want that." You smiled and moved to straddle him before continuing in a whisper "I need something else from you." And you rocked your hips against his to make your point.

_ "Oh I see, so you wanna use me to get over him huh?" He answered you with a smirk while holding his hands behind his head.

_ "What? No! I don't feel bad about leaving him!" For some reason his words pissed you off.

_ "Oh yeah? Then why were you crying earlier?" Still teasing you, still pissing you off, and all you wanted at that moment was to wipe that smug grin off his face. Why couldn't he understand?

You gritted your teeth attempting to contain your anger and just smashed your lips with his in a sloppy kiss.

He didn't kiss you back, he didn't touch you, he just sat there smirking.

_ "What do you want me to say?" You practically yelled at him throwing your hands up in defeat.

_ "Just the truth." His hands ghosted over your thighs, that's all he was willing to give you. But two can play that game, you rolled your hips again and threaded your fingers through his hair pulling it teasingly: "Make me."

And that was enough to flip his switch. He immediately stood up, carrying you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around him.

You attacked his lips again, and this time he kissed you back tongue intruding your mouth and fighting with your own. You moaned unable to keep up and gasped when your back hit the mattress.

He broke the kiss and sat up removing his clothes in the speed of light. His dick was already semi erected and you reached out to touch it but he batted your hand away and ripped off your shirt leaving you bare-chested.

_ "Oh so you came prepared?" He teased your lack of bra and dived in sucking and nibbling on your nipples one by one while his hands worked on removing the rest of your clothes.

Everything was happening too fast that all you could do was lay there and take it. It felt so good being manhandled by him, and your moans were proof of how much you enjoyed it.

You were both completely naked at that point, and your pussy was already gushing as his mouth kept teasing you all over.

He moved down and spread your legs apart before settling his face between them and sucking on your thighs. You jerked up suddenly grabbing the sheets underneath you as he kept molesting your skin leaving marks after marks in his wake. You wanted him to take care of your winking leaking pussy, but he touched, kissed, bit and sucked everywhere around it, making a point of ignoring its presence.

_ "Touya.. please stop teasing me." Your eyes welled up as you begged.

He sat up licking his lips and staring down at your glistening body shaking in pleasure.

_ "I wonder how many times that asshole got to see you like this." He muttered between gritted teeth and you flinched hearing his words. He looked mad.

_ "Touya, what.." He gave you no chance to finish your sentence and locked his lips with yours in a heated kiss that rendered you unable to form a coherent thought.

His sneaky hand finally reached your pussy, and you yelped in his mouth feeling two digits intruding your core at once. He pumped them in and out of you, curling the tips exactly in the right spot, and you dug your nails in his arms pulling him even closer.

You were close, and your tensing cervix was enough evidence.

_ "Yes! Yes! Touya don't stop I'm close! I'm cumming!" Your eyes were tightly shut as you anticipated your pending orgasm, and just when you were about to reach your high, he removed his fingers and sat up again leaving you aggravated.

_ "That's unfair!" You protested tears rolling down your face.

_ "Unfair? You wanna know what's unfair? It's watching you casually touching and kissing that piece of shit, knowing that he gets to spend his days and nights with you, it's hearing you talking about him when I didn't even ask, and it's picking him over me even though he doesn't deserve you. But this, this is fair play." He emphasized by smacking your ass cheek.

You were dumbfounded, how were you supposed to respond to that? But you had to say something.

_ "Touya, I.. aaaah!!" You screamed feeling his hard cock plunging inside of you without a warning.

He started moving immediately giving you no time to adjust. You threw your head back as your eyes rolled up and your mouth fell open.

It hurt, but it was addicting and you loved every thrust he delivered and every roll of his hips. And soon enough, that familiar warm feeling started forming at the tip of your stomach, and you could tell he was feeling good too, as he groaned and slurred "fucks" and "shits" and "yeah baby's" right against your ear.

You were both so close, his thrusts became erratic and your pussy tightened around him.

He sat up wrapping his fingers around your thighs .

_ "I'll make you forget all about him. Can I?" He asked for your permission to mark your skin and you eagerly nodded.

He carefully activated his quirk, still thrusting into your pussy, and you moaned in both pain and pleasure.

_ "Touya I'm cumming!"

_ "Me too babe ugh.. I wanna cum inside you."

_ "Yes yes yes!" You yelled as you finally reached your orgasm, pussy fluttering around his cock which drove him over the edge soon after, pumping you full of his seeds and releasing his quirk in the process.

He fell on top of you and you both stayed like that for a moment struggling to catch your breaths.

_ "The truth is, I cried because I finally realized that my feelings for you are much more than I ever thought." You whispered against his neck and he sat up looking straight into your eyes before slowly leaning in to kiss you. But this time was different, it was slow and passionate and he took your breath away.

_ "Never forget that." He murmured against your lips and you smiled, finally realizing that this was the happiness you waited for your whole life.

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bigskydreaming · 4 years ago

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Shout out to that time in the preboot universe, when Lilith showed up to Donna’s wedding to the red-headed man she’d once prophesied Donna would marry and who would die horribly and thus is the reason Donna broke up with Roy originally, thinking the prophecy was about him, (its a long story, just go with it).....

.....and so then here’s Lilith just popping up at the Wedding of Doom she forewarned against, after being out of touch for ages, but she’s flying solo with no plus one and thus no sign of her caveman boyfriend Gnaark (its a long story, just go with it) and when all the other Titans were like hey wtf where’s Gnaark she was just like oh something terrible happened there but I don’t want to get into it now, its a wedding, cheers, because Lilith just does that, when she’s done talking she’s done talking lmao.....

....and then this winged angel named Azrael started popping up all the time and the other Titans are like wtf Lilith, is this dude stalking you, and she just casually waves them off and is like oh yeah, he’s been doing that for ages, he wants me to be his ‘mate’ or whatever, its this whole thing. Don’t worry about it though, its no big deal.’ Because again, Lilith’s just like that.

And then when Azrael keeps showing up Lilith starts glowing every time he’s near and turning into a combustion engine about to blow, and her teammates are like Lil, once again we are just here begging you to call this a big deal, this dude seems to be turning you into a human glowstick, but Lilith is just like omg stop being so dramatic, that has nothing to do with him even, I’ve been having those little ‘heat attacks’ for like years, and the Titans are like WTF LIL, WHY DID YOU NOT MENTION THIS BEFORE, and she’s just like ‘I forgot to okay, god, get off my ass already’ and she stormed off and dramatically quit the team with a huff and a “AND IM NEVER COMING BACK except for when I totally will cuz I already foresee this apocalypse we’re gonna have to prevent in like two years, so nobody take my room okay, thanks bye, and NO DICK, I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE UPCOMING APOCALYPSE JEEZ I HAVE OTHER THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT RIGHT NOW, I’LL GET TO IT WHEN I GET TO IT'’.....because I mean....Lilith. *shrugs*

And then she came back and joined the team during the Terror of Trigon storyline and she was all dramatic and prophesizing left and right except lol it wasn’t really Lil as she was possessed by a bajillion Azarath spirits who were like, hey we’re gonna hijack you to cleanse Raven of evil, sorry not sorry, but don’t worry, we’ll tidy up after ourselves before we leave’....

And then she got depossessed and Azrael starting popping up again and she starting doing her human glowstick thing again except this time with actual fire actually burning shit all around her, and Lilith’s like “okay, fine, I’m willing to concede now that this MIGHT be an issue,” and everyone’s like GEE YOU THINK???

And her ‘heat attacks’ were now big and noticeable enough that they eventually got the attention of Lilith’s birth mother, cuz Lilith had been adopted and found that out and started searching for her birth parents and answers about her powers and where she came from when she was like, thirteen (its a long story, just go with it), and so Lilith’s flame on moments finally caught her birth mother’s attention and she showed up and was like surprise, oh hey and also I’m the Greek Titan of the sun, who escaped from Tartarus awhile back and came up with this whole plan to get back at Zeus and the rest of those turds by making a secret weapon baby - that’s you hon, so proud of you - and yeah your dad was just this rich dude who had a company I wanted to take over, I just kinda incinerated him once I had you and didn’t need him anymore, sorry but its not a big loss he was kinda dull, you wouldn’t have liked him anyway, but also, then this random nurse kidnapped you and derailed my master plan of using a toddler Titan to topple the Olympians, but now I’ve found you and we can get right back to that, and that’s what you missed on Glee!’

Cue the rest of the Titans being like......ummm, we have some questions and also some concerns, but Lilith’s just like huh, so what you’re saying is I’m a divine celestial being? Huh, yeah that tracks. Okay, I believe you! But also I don’t like your plan and I think you kinda suck so I’m gonna like....not do that and instead help the gods defeat you again sorry not sorry but I mean yeah, I’m just not feeling it here, I don’t think this mother/daughter thing is gonna work out on account of the you sucking part.

So then that happened and then Zeus was like, hey we’re down a demigod, how would you like to be a goddess? And Lilith’s like yeah, that sounds good, I’m not busy right now. And the rest of the Titans are like umm, Lilith? The team? We do occasionally save the world and protect people and stuff? And she’s just like oh relax, you’ll be fine without me and I’ll be back in time to help out with that alien invasion in a couple years....and Dick’s like wait what, but Lilith’s already gone and getting her demigoddess on. Because, y’know. Its Lilith. She has her priorities figured out.

And then post-Crisis she eventually rejoins the team as the masked and mysterious figure Omen, who wouldn’t reveal her secret identity, because like, she’s Lilith, and she decided hey I’m just not gonna let the team know that its me and just like, idk see what happens. No particular reason.

Except then she’s abducted by this villain named Haze and she has to use her powers to summon the original Titans to free her, at which point her identity is revealed and she’s like yeah, surprise, it was me the whole time, and the Fab Five are all like WHAT THE HELL LILITH, and she’s like WHAT, I WAS BORED, LET ME HAVE HOBBIES.....and also at this time she and the Titans found out oh btw, turns out that whole backstory about you being the daughter of that Titan was a lie, we’re not really sure how that works but just FYI, you’re actually just the illegitimate daughter of this super rich tycoon, and also FYI, Haze is actually your half brother who hates you because of something to do with the dad you didn’t even know existed, soooooo....that’s a thing....

And then she goes back to the Titans for awhile, still as Omen but with everyone now knowing its her under the cloak and mask, the jig is up, Lilith’s like ugh, lame, now what am I supposed to do for fun. But then it also turned out that for some reason that was never actually made clear, now she also had telekinetic and illusion casting powers and she was like ooooh now these I can have fun with. Coincidentally, like, half the team decided now would be a good time to take a sabbatical and focus on their own cities.

And THEN she was kidnapped by Vandal Savage, who wanted to make her use her powers to divine the perfect lineup of bad guys to take down the Titans once and for all, and Lilith’s like ‘well shit, you got me, guess I gotta do what you want,’ except of course she purposely chooses villains she foresees the Titans beating, which they do of course, and then they beat Savage, and Lilith is just like, dude, I know I’m the only precog here, but how did you not see this coming, like seriously, what on earth made you think there was gonna be any other way this was gonna go? OMG you’re so stupid, what happened to all the smart villains, ugh even being kidnapped is boring now, lame.

And then she died, and like, never actually came back except as a spirit in one story and a Black Lantern in that Blackest Night event, and that sucked. But oh well.

Anyway, the point is I miss THAT Lilith, the unpredictable, whimsical, always dragging chaos in her wake and not giving a shit because look its not her fault Destiny is like totally obsessed with her....

She was just a guaranteed source of WTF and she did it all with unnecessary flair and drama and she was one hundred percent a primary reason Dick Grayson was destined to have gray hairs by the time he was thirty, but oh well, that was just the price of being friends and teammates with her, because Lilith was just...*sighs* she was just so Lilith.

That’s really the only way to sum her up. A dozen writers took her in a dozen different directions cuz they couldn’t decide what to do with her so she ended up doing everything and being extremely extra about it which really tied it all together and just made it a universal truth that when it comes to Lilith, don’t just expect the unexpected, like....just accept that with her anything is possible and plausible and the most random shit will end up connected to her and you just gotta roll with it, because that’s just how it goes with her.

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peachy-inserts · 5 years ago

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todoroki falling for someone/relationship hcs

request: may i request some headcanons of how shouto would fall in love and how would he act in a relationship?? 🥺🥺 thank u!!

warnings: just cursing! a/n: sorry for uploading this so many times! i messed up the tags (and also, hello! i promise we aren’t dead) long post! more under the cut

Shouto is a hopeless romantic at heart. Although it’s not something that crosses his mind frequently, whenever it does he finds himself daydreaming about the possibility of the perfect love interest as an escape from his mundane and repetitive life in which he feels trapped

Similar to Bakugou (Same prompt for him here!) I feel like Shouto would definitely fall in love with someone after learning how to trust them and interact with them rather than falling for someone after a couple meetings, he has to know you personally and on an emotionally vulnerable level before he would even consider the concept of something more; partly because of sheer embarrassment, the other from deeply routed trust issues

He would be best suited with someone spontaneous but respectful; someone who can break him free from the chains binding him to his career and future and expand his horizons and emotional capacity to levels nobody thought were ever possible. The way he acts around you is uncharacteristic of this terribly disturbed boy

Shouto realizing that he’s fallen in love with you will hit him hard and suddenly, knocking the air from his lungs and knocking him over onto his feet. Hopefully, you’ll be there to pick him up and make him see that maybe this won’t be such a frightening experience, and that you can help him along the way

He’s a very blunt yet dense person, which is shocking for someone of such quick wits and broad intelligence. Tease him about it and he will scowl at you, but give in and laugh as you both recount some of his most memorable moments. You paying attention to him, telling him your favorite times spent with him? It’s an intoxicating liquid drug that he wants to drink up and bathe himself in in a lavish fashion

Coming to terms with the fact that he’s in love with you, someone he’s so close with is by far what’s most difficult for him since he doesn’t know how to healthily process his own emotions, often times dismissing how he feels and letting it build up into an alcoholic cocktail of rage and self doubt

Without even realizing it, he’ll begin to cling to you. You’re practically attached at the hip, and he’s so subtle about it and kind that it will take an incredibly receptive sense of the world around you to notice that he’s putting an increased amount of effort into spending as much time as possible with you

Hell, kudos to anyone watching the two of you who will see what’s really happening. He’s a very unpredictable person, and everyone would simply assume you two were impersonal friends simply trying to be polite and help each other

Shouto isn’t really someone who ever writes, but like I said he is a hopeless romantic. One way he finds to cope with his new and foreign feelings is by writing sappy poetry inspired by or even for you. They’re actually not too bad, but there’s not a chance in hell that he would ever let you see them. Sometimes he’s so embarrassed to have done it that it’s incinerated on sight

I think Deku and him would be good, close friends, more so than what the series portrays. I like to think they’re besties and im putting that here because im selfish and love their dynamic. Anyways, Shouto would nervously approach Deku and ask for his thoughts on his poems, wondering if you would appreciate them or find him strange for writing about you in such a manner

After months of hiding away and suddenly growing distant, he would finally decide that if he gets rejected, it’s at least better than living out his dreams through fantasies in the solitude of his own imagination. He would come out and say that he loved you to your face, and then should you reciprocate become a shy and nervous mess who can’t help but shudder at the sudden fluttering in his stomach

Shouto actually really likes to go out on dates! He prefers to take a gentlemanly approach to your outings, and growing up frequently attending formal settings is more than comfortable with going out to whatever high end event your heart may desire

Date nights are just for the two of you, and provide for him confirmation that you’re his and nobody else’s; he’s the only one who gets to take you out and spoil you, the only one you will get ready for and the only one who will be there still at the end of the night to hold you tight

Not only that, but you have the opportunity to truly catch up and cast any other responsibilities to the side for a while. All that matters right now is the undeniable bond between the two of you, even if it’s only for a while. No matter how far apart you are, it can’t be broken by any amount of distance

Literally tell him to stop bringing you flowers; because of his mother, he’s always been particularly fond of them and their meaning, spending far too much time researching the symbolic truth behind every petal, and giving them to you for no special reason at all… far too frequently. This man is literally smothering you in carefully planned, sweet gestures

Please be patient with him. Afraid of losing you, he would actively try to change himself for the better so that he can become the person that he needs from you, since it’s only fair. He’s insecure about his seemingly cold demeanor, and worries that you may leave him for someone who isn’t afraid to reach out when they’re needing help, someone who isn’t broken and can take care of themselves without relying on you

This only feeds into his jealousy. Depending on the situation, he would most likely react one of two ways. If someone is hitting on you out of the blue, being rude and obnoxious, he would (again) be similar to Bakugou in that he’s immediately provoked and won’t hesitate to throw punches without a single bit of remorse. If you have a relationship with someone he doesn’t like or feels threatened by, then he will try to ignore it despite the way it nags him day and night, spending his free hours sulking over it; yet not bothering to speak out, afraid he will take things too far and accuse you or someone else of things that aren’t there

Help teach him that there are levels of conversation, let him know it’s okay to argue and disagree sometimes. When commiting to a serious relationship with Shouto, it will undoubtedly benefit you to show him how to have a healthy discussion from opposing perspectives without becoming heated. He doesn’t want to be the way that he is… he knows no other ways, though

Once he gets over the initial shock of being with you, he really doesn’t mind PDA. He’s not confident, but sure as hell not an ashamed person, either. He doesn’t mind to hold your hand in public or give you a chaste kiss on your forehead, perhaps even letting you rest your head on his shoulder

He would obviously wait a little before considering that you meet his family, that being a serious commitment. Him doing this definitely symbolizes his intense dedication to you and desire to stay with you for a long while. It’s a big step for him given their relationships, so stick it through with him and offer him support

He’s definitely spoken about you to his siblings and mother, though. Further into your relationship he won’t hesitate to openly gush about you and the ways you make him feel things he never has before, and how he didn’t know feelings this intense were possible when it came to others; it’s unlike anything he ever expected, feeling as if his life is better than any artistic interpretation of romance

I’m only gonna say this once so listen up. He is a Todoroki. He likes to feel as if he’s in control and protecting you, so one of his favorite things is to totally cage you with his body, so that the only thing keeping you shielded from the outside world is him and his loving embrace. Would absolutely randomly pick you up just to watch you squeal and jokingly try to push him away from you all while giggling as your face flushes pink

As for showing you off, he doesn’t really see that it’s necessary. What can I say, he’s a centered and simple guy. He’s hella proud, but it’s not important to him that everyone knows just how lucky he is. He doesn’t need an ego boost, not when he’s got you to cherish. All that matters is at the end of the day he’s got you to himself

A great listener! Not because he doesn’t talk, he’s actually very engaged in your conversations. Shouto just genuinely appreciates all that you have to say and wants to know every detail you have to spare, often times wondering what the world is like from your perspective

Not too fond of pet names at first, but if you insist on it and start making cute nicknames for him he’ll cave in and do the same for you, eventually sometimes stuttering when he uses your real name because it’s become so foreign to him. Always bringing you up in conversations as ‘pumpkin’ or something personal to you, and then feeling the heat rush to his face when he realizes it

Shouto is the type to want to move in together very soon; mans is committed for the long haul. Just for fun, would draw out floor plans with you and discuss the features your future home would have, with every intention of making every detail you offhandedly mention a reality

He loves it when you kiss his scar I don’t make the rules that’s just how it is. He wants nothing more than to be smothered by you in love and affection, and your gentle pecks among his sensitive feature that represent so much horridness in his life are something that he lives for

Oh. He’s really good at giving massages.

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patchdotexe · 4 years ago

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explorers of arvus: now what? / 2.2.21

LAST TIME ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS: we kicked the shit out of a witch, a murdercow, and a tree, and nearly got murdered by a broom! also i exploded the tree, which was pretty fucking poggers. we also did have to hold taure down to feed her some healing elixirs but yknow

silje, meanwhile, was spaced the fuck out the entire time (bc of being a dmpc last time) and has no idea what just happened or that he commited gratiutous amounts of tree violence.

And Then We Slept For 24 Hours (we didnt)

thorne rolled a nat20 on drawing the tree blight on fire! which is EXTREMELY COOL. im glad we have a memorial of the coolest thing ive done on arvus so far (and also hopefully the fire wont spread bc it would suck if we set all of arvus on fire) oh nvm we're in a swamp so we good. hard to set things on fire in a swamp.

i swear im paying attention but green is talking about dreamout in 772 rn and has some very interesting theories about how the eggpire plot would go down so i am just. side-eyeing it. i am Looking. i swear im paying attention.

oh man i havent collected my notes from last session bc i was liveblogging in discord for nyx's benefit. that's gonna be interesting to compile.* i wonder if i should put these in gdocs instead of wordpad lmao (wait no i use wordpad bc its easier to just pop open and have layered over discord / roll20) * [ AND THEN I DIDNT DO THAT FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS ]

michael: ...burn the house down charlie: ~ we're gonna burn the whole house down! ~ thorne: [confused] how do you know that song? we dont have any bards charlie: [buffering] ...BITCH I MIGHT BE

what if i took a level in bard, would that be fucked up or what

tiny hut tiny hut tiny hut tiny hut. TINY HURT (sieron casted Leomund's Tiny Hut bc we burnt down the only nearby shelter)

lots of discussion about the hut. hut talk

thorne: sieron, why havent we been doing this? charlie: great question! hey sieron, what the fuck? sieron: i guess i just havent thought about it? charlie: you're lucky you're cute >:/ sieron: AA??

discussion of sieron's alter appearance and how its probably somewhat awkward bc thorne is just. openly a horc. unfortunately, sieron's hometown is super racist

HELLO I HAVE BEEN DISTRACTED BC RUBY DID A PANEL REDRAW FROM ASP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA aa a a a a a

time for taure and thorne to chat on watch! frenship taure hasnt noticed her hair colour bc shes been busy doin stuff, like killin people taure misunderstands thorne asking abt her hair and thinks he has a tragic backstory of being a hairdresser before becoming a warlock DOES TAURE KNOW WHAT THE FEYWILD IS yes she does! war of the veils was a thing, where the feywild invaded the material plane and honestly i should read all the worldbuilding again bc its been forever but i thought all that was neat

oh shit thorne called taure a uhhhh eladrin? OH BOY TAURE ROLLED A 1 we're on the same page here TIME FOR THORNE INFODUMP eladrin are feywild elves! as in closely related to the fey, as well as living in the feywild. their hair changes with the seasons, like taure's does :O !! taure and thorne have not had a fucking one on one conversation before

thorne: taure. taure: yes, hello that is me i am taure [..] taure: now, counterpoint, the sun makes hair change colour-- thorne: Taure.

thorne is trying so hard i love they everyone else is sleeping through this convo so theyre spared the awkwardness but ooc we are having a great time :o eladrin hair colour changing stuff related to mood / seasons / powers?? thorne is admittedly confused bc Weird Documentation but this is really neat to hear about taure, meanwhile, has no idea why this is important.

thorne: if i had told you this, and you had-- transcended-- into your next phase-- id be very concerned taure: hold on [loud grunting] okay no

why havent we been doing tiny hut this whole time. sieron.

oh right taure has a tragic backstory and her mom ditched her as a babby. MEANWHILE, THORNE DOESNT EVEN HAVE PARENTS michael: there are two types of people in the world: those who're kidnapped as infants, and those that kidnap infants WAIT IS THIS LIKE, THE FIRST TIME ANYONES HEARD ABT THORNE'S BACKSTORY BESIDES "LIVED IN THE FEYWILD" thorne is very chill about it though. god i love thorne. i love the entire party

thorne: ...after the third or fourth prophetic vision, they all sorta blur together.

god i wish id written down more about the magical mystical adventure OH. THE ORACLE FORESHADOWED THE ELADRIN THING. NEAT thorne: oh, the oracle! is that the guy with the, uh... [snaps fingers] the gryphon fart orb?

IREL IS HERE YAY IREL i have forgotten how to spell their name. how about i split the difference and spell it Yirel. michael is rolling to see if thorne and taure woke yirel up-- OH OKAY yirel just. sleeps for fun. god i wish that were me

charlie's hair can hold many small pets of dubious sapience.

I LOVE YIREL,,, thorne is just pleasantly confused. WAIT IS YIREL PURRING yirel: you are confused by that action! :D taure: ...yes. what were you doing? yirel: i was performing magic! i can now detect your minds! i can hear your thoughts. :D OKAY SO YIREL WAS. NOT PURRING. yirel has cast Detect Thoughts on thorne. thorne's train of thought is now "???"

we need to teach the snake consent. we have now taught the snake consent.

YIREL IS GOING TO VERY POLITELY ASK THE BIG BAD IF HE CAN READ THEIR MIND its okay i love them. thorne is SO CONFUSED yirel is attempting to be helpful YIREL LITERALLY DISCOVERED THEY COULD CAST DETECT THOUGHTS SO THEY CASTED DETECT THOUGHTS. thorne is hoping yirel wont learn to cast fireball on themself. yirel: there's two timelines where that could happen. i will do my best to avoid them! :D

okay its really hard to get across in text but yirel is basically just. permanently happy/excited sounding. like a puppy! or like the ":D" face in winged snake form.

ooh, a celestial serpent location! off in the mistwall mountains. they are Extremely Dead but yirel told thorne+taure where it is on the map and said we can learn stuff abt time! and then went to sleep. goodnight yirel. i will kill for you

S. S. BIG BOAT (it is 60 miles across. big boat. thank you jorb)

WHAT IS WRONG WITH JORB'S CAMERA, WHY DOES IT KEEP ZOOMING IIIIIIIIIIN

it rained overnight so all the water that collected on the tiny hut got dumped on everyone, and THEN silje shook off like a dog and charlie is MISERABLE

SILJE GOT A NAT20 FORAGING the survival squad are gonna get the fuckin best breakfast ever

oh yea the poison / disease was stored in the tree blight! so now that we've incinerated it it's all good. still gonna take time for the whole river to clear, but with the source of it gone we should be golden. fuck yea

oh man today was hourly comics day, wasnt it. or was it feb 1? fuck shit damn uhhhhh i have done. nothing. besides work on the PMV, talk about dreamout, and now play d&d. this is unrelated to everything im just Thonkin

TIME FOR SWAMP FACTS solar knows So Much about swamps. time to discuss cattails (please no) these are cattails............. ME WANT BITE. ME WANT PLANT CORN DOG DELIGHT. ME WANT DEEP FRIED. ME THINK WATER TWINKIE NICE

oh shit thorne has spotted a ufo. yuufo time OMINOUS YUUFO silje, with an armful of frogs and a lizard in his mouth: [looks up] mrrp? poor silje cant see for shit. NEITHER CAN THORNE its either very small and close, or very big and far away

HRM. actually this MIGHT be related to the vision bc the ominous yuufo was heart-shaped, and the vision was of a necromancer on a floating bloody platform raising all kinds of undead

its been forever and i didnt take a lot of notes on the mini-session but the last time we saw the oracle was a cave on theral! so, unrelated to the place yirel marked on the map. which michael marked down as "seat of the oracle"!

TAURE THINK OF THE CHILDREN THAT WE DONT HAVE (we have yirel!) TAURE THINK OF THE CHILD THAT WE HAVE

ahoyhoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i wanna go to ahoyhoy. we are not currently going to ahoyhoy but maybe some day

i had to stop paying attention because buttons wanted to see my Horrible Streaming Setup and apparently something terrible has happened. also honse

we are potentially dealing with a salad katamari.

thorne: could that be what the object in the sky is? silje: ...a lettuce?

we have voted to ignore the salad katamari for now. this action will have consequences.

charlie and silje take watch! charlie wants to know what silje's deal is! silje is a monster hunter. charlie misses bein a thief ): SILJE WAS A MONSTER HUNTER SINCE HE WAS 12?? charlie realizes that perhaps becoming an adventurer and doing a huge amount of murder on a regular basis, especially as a child, is Maybe Not Great silje likes books! charlie offers to lend him her books :D charlie, quietly: i am totally doing the friendship thing so good. RATS RATS RATS RATS hehe rats.

uh oh, nyx has died. NVM NYX IS OKAY nyx's power has not gone out again

we've been on arvus for 13 days! neat.

OH SHIT FLOATING ISLAND its also shaped weirdly like a heart. YEP IT LOOKS LIKE ITS BLEEDING probably bc of clay or iron oxide in the dirt but still that looks ominous as hell SIERON'S A SMART BOY he rolled 20+ on the 3 rolls he had to do, fuck yeah. this fucked up island is an Earth Mote! which are lil sky islands. or like, just general dirt chunks thatre in the sky. theyre either natural events or wizards showing off! also they usually move, but this one is just kinda... tethered. not like Literally but its locked in place. this is apparently the "Heart of Arvus"! which is . at the heart of arvus. or at least the centre of the continent.

solar: leo, we've found the ruins of mumbo jumbo's base. leo: [leans over and thwaps solar on the leg w nerf sword]

penn: i swear to god, if i look out my window and i dont see jorb in the sky, im going to be disappointed that hes not doing his job. jorb: slowly rotating.

we are now thinking about how to get up on the rock. TINY HUT STAIRCASE solar: could i featherfall the wrong way? wand of wonder / wild magic surge! NOPE mage hand! charlie is 41 pounds. mage hand is 5 pounds limit. korred rope! we have enough rope to tie together and tie to the korred rope, BUT the korred rope cannot fly. OH THE ROCK IS INHABITED there's an elf!

sieron & taure: [worried about the necromancy] charlie: HOWDY~!

[party arguing about who's gonna go up bc not all of us can fit up there] [leo and solar start swordfighting in the background]

sent kaepora through the portal to the heart of arvus aaaaaand end of session! CLIFFHANGEERRRRRRR

michael: DID YOU FUCK MY MOM, DUNGEONMASTER?

#leo chirps #ttrpg #explorers of arvus #BACK TO NORMAL NOTE FORMATTING whee #i hope youre ready for a lot of Tiny Hut Staircase from now on bc im so fucking enamoured by it

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seijch · 4 years ago

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hi im about to spam u (so sorry) but ive been too scared to read doomsday until now and im so glad i finally did becasue dude. Dude. its so much. "It’s as the sky bleeds from orange to pale blue that it hits." i loveeee how you incorperated such small moments like the hot chocolate and the ily + i know... be even here just the thought of your Last Sunrise is heartbreaking, but to /realize/ your own end coming in that moment, especially watching the soft sunrise... oof.

HI!!! omg when you sent this i was like . abt to sleep but i read this before i did and went irl 🥺🥺 and then also passed out before i could formulate a response sjfksdfds

anyway!! my response to your asks (i hope i got them all but!!) will be under the cut bc i dont know how to shut up ❤

a lot of the way the interactions in doomsday unfold are honestly BECAUSE tsukki and the reader are (i mean first of all, theyre tsukki and the reader with all that comes with) fully aware that:

they have abt a full day of life left

theres nothing that can be done to elongate that time or avoid death altogether

its not like some young adult novel where a group of ragtag teenagers save the world; its the tale of two adults who have had time to come to terms with the fact that their lives and the lives of everyone they know will end soon (and once again everything that THAT comes with). its why i rlly enjoyed juxtaposing the nice weather w the crippling realization of their own mortality 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻

"you try to stress your words, make it absolutely clear that you’ve never meant anything like you mean this" this is HEARTBREAKING in a whole miryad of different ways - for a realtionship u establish as one with so many things unsaid but still understood, but here to have her say this so desperately?? like she feels this its too big to leave between the lines? it doesnt matter that he knows, she needs to say it and needs him to hear it UGH IM SAD AGAIN

IM SO GLAD YOU POINTED THIS ONE OUT!! this is EASILY one of my favorite parts of the whole fic mostly bc its something i go thru a lot? like im the definition of that tweet abt never making any damn sense but ESP when it comes to my i love yous or other serious things...i say it a lot and yes i mean it every time! but sometimes i MEAN it and i never quite know how to properly express that kinda thing.

i think its especially big for the reader in the context of the world ending and in the context of their relationship with tsukishima to have that moment of transparency and complete sincerity for the EXACT reasons you described!!!

"It’s hollow; neither of you have been under the delusion that this was anything but." u said u werent sure about his characterisation but this screams tsukki to me. cuz hes blunt and i dont think he would lie to himself about something like this especially. and even when she tries just for a moment to pretend, he just shows her /no, its ok, this is the truth and we have to die with it/... nah it vibes dude. hes such a interesting character for this idea too? because hes not sappy or anything +

so his tears hurt so much more... oof. "This is my goodbye, he says with more than words." this just... i have so many feelings about this. cuz to me hes totally someone who shows affection through small actions when he cant find the words to match his emotions? so this is like a 4-book-saga laying out his emotions cuz he doesnt quite have the words to say it out loud and theyre out of time. its desperate, but not sad desperate? like its the end but its just him making sure shes knows everything

ok first of all THANK YOU for saying that bc i wrote him being more vulnerable than i think we rlly see in any tsukki not like ... in junior high LMAO and immediately after i felt my characterization alarms ringing ... like yk those natural disaster alarms? thats the vibe...

but i had one of those Moments where i was no longer the one writing and it was the characters themselves just telling me what to say and how to say it nsfsfsd so im rlly glad it worked! and tbh when the concept first grabbed me by the collar i was juggling a few different characters around in my head but i think i made the right choice in the end. its like you said -- hes not a particularly sappy type and hes always been more grounded in reality imo than some of the other characters (another contender for this fic was akaashi but i realized i do NOT have any solid grasp of his character that isnt from fandom interpretation which is a double edged sword tbh)

and honetly i was ok until "If you’re going to take me out, do it in style, you’d said to him, once. So he does." and then i was all of a sudden crying. and the "stripped down to your bare selves" like theyre just being incinerated together and IM- NO WRODS JUST FEELINGS. i think the best thing about this is how unrushed it feels? and it hurts and its aching but they Know. +

and theyve come to some form of peace with it so when it does come, they can focus on eachother and not the end oh im gonna cry again. this was so gracefully put together, thank u for this. i might reread it and cry again, amazing work 😭💕

i didnt touch on it above bc i wanted to do it here but yes!!!! the absolute fucking DESPERATION felt by both parties in that last minute (which idk if you read my tags on the fic proper but 11:59 was originally one segment before i took those last couple paragraphs and made them the very last second ... i think i made the right choice? it rlly does scream FINAL to me) is SO poignant. all of the walls and hidden meanings fall away because in the end theyre all they have left, dying in each others arms at the very end of it all.

this full REVIEW honestly made me so happy to hear esp on a piece i wasnt quite sure how to feel about at first,, thank you 🤝🏻🤝🏻 i hope you have/had a wonderful day!!!!

OK EDIT BC I JUST SAW THIS COMIC SOMEONE MADE ON IG AND ITS NOT THE MOST RELEVANT BUT ANSWERING THIS PUT ME IN A TSUKISHIMA MOOD SO HERE

#fave #man seeing this in my inbox had me go irl keyboard smash i was like HUH #you literally read my damn mind every step of the way and all i gotta say (coherently) is THANK YOU #i feel SEEN and HEARD mndfdsf #💌 love letters #doughnuts-5ever

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definitleynotrennylars · 5 years ago

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@if-im-only-daydreaming @mrblueremeberyou y’all ready to see what I wrote

(it’s just the plot outline right now I just wanna see if y’all think it’s good)

So wheatley’s in space

It’s pretty lonely, but he finds things to do

Space won’t talk about anything besides space, but at least it’s something to talk about

It started with “what’s your favorite thing about space?” but when wheatley got bored of hearing about that, he’d make up these elaborate scenarios for space to think about, like “you’re an astronaut doing repairs on a space station when the whole thing gets pulled in by an alien tractor beam, what do you do?”

He doesn’t answer most of the time, but still, it’s something to do

And he thinks about her

He didn’t even know her name, but he felt more at home with her than he ever had with anyone else

He’d open a door for her or promise her they’d be out soon and she’d give him this little half smile that made him feel all warm inside, like he wasn’t just needed, but wanted, like he wasn’t completely useless after all

And he thinks about the future they never had, the world he never got to see

He never really thought about leaving aperture until it started breaking down, after that he started thinking about all the places he’d seen in movies (the scientists didn’t really need him for much, so he had a lot of free time) and how cool it would be to see them, to feel the wind, to see the ocean (from a safe and comfortable distance of course) to be in a big city with all those lights and people, and a billion other places that he was sure he’d never get to see

He’d rehearse his apology to her, so that’d it be perfect if he ever saw her again,

Which he was trying to do, he’s got the ability to call people with like an antenna or something idk scientific accuracy is not my strong suit

He’s been trying to get ahold of someone, anyone, for god knows how long, and finally he does

“He-hello? Is anyone th-(this is where a voice cuts in) Oh thank god, i’ve been trying to get to someone for so long!”

“Who is this?”

“My-my name is wheatley and i’m stuck in space, I know that might not sound quite believable, but it’s true, you need to send someone up here to get me.”

The person on the line tells him he’s from nasa and that they haven’t sent a manned mission in years, and that there’s never been anyone named wheatley on any of their missions (he’s pretty creeped out at this point, because what the mad hell?)

“Oh-oh, you’ve got it all wrong, i’m not an astronaut, i’m a robot.”

Nasa man, absolutely bewildered: ‘W--what?”

This is the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to him in all his years of working here

He goes to check where the signal is coming from, and it is indeed, coming from space

And he, along with the other scientists that are watching this, are like, hey what the fresh fuck

They track wheatley’s signal and basically interrogate him, how’d you get up here (it’s a long story that he doesn’t want to tell, but they get out of him that it involved portals, which just raises more questions) who/what are you (he refuses to mention aperture, he doesn’t want them finding it and getting themselves killed, but they know sort of what he is and what he looks like)

This whole thing makes it onto the news because there’s a sentient robot man in space

Chell lives in this (slightly shabby) house in this little Michigan town, and she’s just been trying to get back on her feet

She doesn’t remember much about her life before aperture, but she still remembers how the outside world works don’t worry

She doesn’t have a whole lot of friends besides this one family that helped her get a job and stuff after they found her wandering the streets all gross and hungry and stuff

This is mainly because she doesn’t like talking to people because it feels sort of personal to her, like she can’t do small talk, she doesn’t know how to do social things

Also she has some trauma that she can’t talk to people about because they’d think she’s crazy

She just wants to forget about what happened back there and move on

But then she’s watching the news, doing one of her many hobbies that she uses to keep herself occupied, when she sees the news story on tv

Wheatley’s alive, they found him and are planning on bringing him back to earth

Chell’s freaking out, he’s coming back, should she leave him or should she go back for him? He’s probably mad at her for sending him to space, he probably still hates her like he did back then

But what if he doesn’t?

What if he’s sorry?

Goddammit, he may be a bastard, but he’s her bastard

She heads down to the ol’ space center and tells them that she knows him

So she’s there when he finally gets back

Wheatley is not expecting to see her at all, he was expecting to have to search the country for her, but she’s right here

“You’re-you’re here.” he pauses as he lets that sink in. “Oh my god, you’re here! I thought I’d never see you again, I really did, I-” He sees the real serious look on her face. “I...I am so, so sorry.”

So, Chell thinks, he really does care after all

He just looks down for a bit, ashamed

(he’s on a desk) chell leans on the desk beside him and she asks him, “Why?”

He’s stunned for a bit, he didn’t even think she could talk

“I...I didn’t want to do it, not really. You- that- being in there, it just does something to you, it messes with your head, and I thought you’d leave me behind, I thought you didn’t care, I-I thought that maybe I could be in control for once, but I- I never would have done it if I’d known,” and he goes on like that for a bit

His voice is shaking and it almost sounds like he’s about to cry, but chell can’t really tell

He takes a (metaphorical) deep breath

“And… and it’s okay if you don’t want to forgive me, I understand, I won’t hold it against you if you want to leave.” And it hurts so much to say, but he can’t just try to force himself back into her life if she doesn’t want him there.

And why would she even want him around? He’s been awful to her, even if he could convince her he’s worth forgiving, she’d find that he’s not worth being around (and then i could go on if i wanna fuck him up real bad, but idk)

(god i feel awful about this)

But chell doesn’t leave

She picks him up and holds him real close, running her fingers along the dents in his shell

And that tells him all he needs to know

She carries him out to her car and puts him on a box in the front seat so he can see out the window

He checks with her to make sure they’re going to her house and not like, directly to the nearest garbage incinerator, and she gives him a little wave and a smile

(a scene where they’re driving and wheatley’s pointing out all the stuff he sees because wow earth. Idk i don’t feel like writing what happens at this particular moment)

They get to chell’s house, and it’s a little small and, for lack of a better word, janky, but it’s home

Also it’s fall because i like fall

She gives him the guest room, and he’s all like “oh no, it's okay i don’t need it, you can just put me anywhere, i don’t care” but chell says no, this is yours now

Things are a little awkward between them, they still care about each other, but they haven’t seen each other in so long and y’know, there was attempted murder involved the last time they did

But eventually they warm up to each other again, and after a long while, chell forgives him and they’re like regular friends again

And that’s where all the fluff happens!

So basically i’m gonna use this whole thing as a starter for a bunch of fluff pieces so i don’t like have to explain why wheatley’s here all of a sudden

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 5 years ago

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i finally watched the video of Greta Thunberg addressing the UN climate summit yesterday afternoon, and had some thoughts. here they are lmao:

Greta Thunberg’s speech is fucking incredible. Greta Thunberg is a force to be reckoned with, and i’m 1000% behind her. she’s fucking incredible. this speech is so impassioned and heart-wrenching that i damn near cried my eyes out. the anger towards climate denial and also its non-addressing is palpable across the world, especially notable in the climate strikes just last fucking week.

i can’t believe that Greta’s just 16 and talking to the fucking UN. 16 year old me was nowhere brave enough to even do half of her English speeches in high school, let alone address a bunch of fucking world leaders at the UN. nor was she smart enough on the topic of climate change. hell, im pretty sure she fucking ignored it completely bc she was all “i’ll never be political because politics is bullshit!!!! so i don’t believe anything!!” if anything, she would’ve probably also made some stupid joke about being incinerated by the sun in the future (#youareultraviolet) or some dumb shit and leave it at just that (like yes i’ll admit i did this about a month ago now, but sometimes it’s just nice to make a joke when you remember you’re gonna die soon. i mean it’s like lol). bc she refused to engage in anything. “denial of everything is fun, so bring on the arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon bc nothing is real!” is also some dumb edgy bs 16yo me would’ve said to deflect talking on climate change or anything really. but current me? no sir. we need to talk about this.

but also. not Greta. Greta’s got the facts and she’s got the fucking nerve to stare down leaders for change. I don’t have that, but I now know that the world is in fucking peril. just look at drought stricken rural Australia. just fucking watch David Attenborough’s "Our Planet" netflix doco series, and witness walruses throwing themselves off land cliffs to enter the water... then dying as they hit the water.... bc there is no longer enough ice for them to stay at water level...... and fucking tell me that there IS NOT a problem with the climate. like y’all i fucking CRIED (😭) each time i watched that sequence during the Our Planet ep, and the movie about the filming of the Our Planet.

fucking tell me that i’m a “snowflake” or a “drone” or an “over-dramatic puppet” and yeah sure. whatever. but call Greta Thunberg any of those things and I will throw fucking hands. she is fucking RIGHTFULLY anxious and LIVID that people the who are in charge of the world are deliberately ignoring strategies to address climate change/global warming; and are instead still worshipping coal as the only power source. that’s even got me fucking pissed.

or how about back here in australia, where we’ve got fucking *sneers and cringes simultaneously* scomo/scummo who deliberately and infamously fucking took a piece of coal to parliament (no one’s forgotten, scott morrison). a man who is a prime minister that acts like an ACTUAL TEENAGER refusing to listen to their parents (or in this case, their neighbours.... and oh please hold the fucking irony pearls here) at the climate conference between australia and the pacific islands/Fiji just LAST MONTH. a so-called leader who told fundamentally told the leaders of Fiji and other countries to basically “fuck off and die anyway bc we love coal and gas and killing the environment!!! how dare YOU take OUR money to fix YOUR countries and the climate???” those leaders then understandably broke down into tears.... all bc our prime minister essentially told them to walk on water or drown; by letting their homes sink into the sea for some sweet black rock from the ground. and this is obvs all while we somehow wouldn’t die in the future bc “coal and gas!!!” which are the reasons for climate change anyway. like hmm thanks for the backwards thinking old scotty boi. to put it in bogan terms: you need an uppercut to the head, aye, ya fucking dumb dog cunt. so many thanks for caring about the youth, scomo! (oh wait, you fucking don't).

ANYWAY. yeah. I’m tired. we are all tired. but not Greta. she’s going for the fucking jugular and i CANNOT praise her enough. also, I for one (and obvs for many younger millennials and gen z people), say that I would very much like to live past my early 30s, because that’s when the world’s gonna fuckin implode it in the predictions.

I want my nephew to have a life. I want all my friends with kids, kids to have a life where they’re not living with a non-stop impending fucking doom of mass extinction over their heads. hell, I kinda don’t want to be hearing that now! thanks! I’m 24 next month. and i'm still fucking kicking and young! and now you tell me that i’m just MEANT to DIE™️ (☠️😵) in 12 years time bc some shitty politicians can’t stop making sweet backroom love deals to oil and coal execs?!?!?! who are still denying that we're going to die soon if we do nothing??? (like 12 years ain't really that long, yall). OH HOW FUCKING LOVELY!!!! like totally #dontwantobeanaussieidiotamiright???? bc that’s all the youths are good at apparently? creating and using hashtags???? and being good little baa baa black sheep??? no. not anymore. they’re out for your blood. and by fucking anything, we fucking deserve it.

go fucking get them Greta! you truly are a leader and a more of an adult than most world leaders are right now.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #ilona tries to be funny and relatable #ilona tries to be political for once #i actually wrote a far better piece #but fucking fb deleted it when i accidentally swiped down on the video that i shared

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rolanslide · 5 years ago

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So I stayed up until 4 am last night watching Good Omens with my mums AP account (sorry mom) and I uh have a few thoughts (spoilers and sleep deprived rambling ahead my guys)

A+ performances all around *chefs kiss*

GOD IS A WOMAN

Az and Crowley make me?? feel so many things??? Emotionally repressed occult entities in forbidden love fuck yes

“I’m... soft :(”

heaven is more of a cult then hell is? I’m??

“oH fancy me, holding the anti-christ”

The Them are simultaneously Stephen King kids and the group of kids from Stranger Things and I’m unsure how to feel about that

THEY MADE A HELLHOUND CUTE I CAN’T

Also I love how the straw that breaks the antichrists back is his dog getting upset with him, like same

The nuns are all like “oh name him Damien :)” when talking about naming the newborn antichrist. I see you, GO, I see you. Subtle (not really tho)

Im sure that all of the London pedestrians who have seen Crowley and Az assume they’re just squabbling husbands, nothing to see here. “I’ve been there, you’re better off without them” I mean come on

One of Crowley's first appearances is him driving into a graveyard in his old ass car blasting Queen I love this man so much

The whole library scene made me cry

“Aziraphale! For gods- for satans- AH!! FOR SOMEBODY'S SAKE, WHERE ARE YOU?!” like fuck

Crowley is blasting “You’re my best friend” while speeding to save Az I’m

And THEN he’s blasting “Somebody to love” after he becomes convinced that aZ IS DEAD I’M CRYING

“My best friend/crush of 6000+ years just got incinerated. Eh I’ll just drown my sorrows in alcohol before the apocalypse starts, fuck it”

Az why can’t you see that your demon bud is in love with you you oblivious fuck. He’s asked you out like 3 times at least

even god ships you two like c’mon

Crowley literally cancelled his plans to save his own ass from the literal wrath of hell to mourn the death of his friend I’m fucking SOBBING

why would you give a somewhat important character in a story the name “nutter”. wh- why

“Hey so the worlds gonna end in a few hours, you wanna fuck?” “Sure”

How is hell more merciful then Heaven like

During Crowley and Aziraphales trials, they actually give Crowley, the motherfucking demon a proper trial before they execute him. Aziraphale however? Nah they just light the bitch on fire like what the fuck.

God is an established troll

“Uhh Gabriel, remember Aziraphale? Yeah I think he’s fucking the demon”

Crowley is always asking to have dinner with Az but he always just. deadass watches him eat. He dosen’t even have a plate. Mr. Crowley do you know what subtlety is

“AZ I’M BEGGING YOU PLEASE RUN AWAY WITH ME I’M SO LONELY”

one of the characters is named after a TOP song, so that’s fun (okay not really obviously, Anathema was a word before it was a song but let me have this)

speaking of Anathema she’s really cute?? my gay heart can’t handle

“Shall I tempt you to a spot of lunch?” “Temptation accomplished!” these two are so cute I can’t handle it

This show is really good and it gave me emotions I just wish I didn’t watch it until 4 am

sorry for the ramblings,

#good omens tv spoilers #good omens #romans ramblings #lord help me this show made me emotional

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frigfridge · 5 years ago

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just finished rewatching toy story 1 thru 3 over the past few days, wanted to share my thoughts:

i love these movies a whole lot. the first 2 hold a bunch of nostalgia for me because i was A Baby when 2 came out and when i was also A Baby i would just watch our VHS copy of toy story 1 over and over again. this also makes me the exact age group to be emotionally destroyed by toy story 3, which came out just as i was entering high school and hit really close to home

individual thoughts:

toy story: the first thing i noticed was it still looks really nice even watching in 2019!! which i think is kind of spectacular for the first feature-length computer-animated film. it no doubt helps that the plot is mostly focused on little plastic dolls without realistic hair or clothing to animate but the semi-”cartoon” art direction means the human characters also look pretty nice without going too far into the uncanny valley.

also, the plot is WAY darker than i remember?? not because of sid and all the body horror toys, but because for like half of the movie woodys friends think hes an actual (toy) murderer carrying around the severed arm of his victim (!!) like, its hilarious, but also wow theres a LONG way to go between there and the climax of toy story 3.

the soundtrack is probably my favorite of the bunch. part of that is probably nostalgia but i just really like the consistency of having randy newman singing every song. it sort of elevates him to part of the story, like an omniscient narrator singing woodys (and later buzzs) inner monologue. 2 (and especially 3) didnt have as many musical numbers, which i can understand with a shift to a larger-scale approach to storytelling, but i really like the feeling it gives number 1. “you got a friend in me” is an obvious classic thats been remixed and brought back in just about every piece of toy story media im aware of, but “strange things” and “i will go sailing no more” deserve just as much recognition and praise. there just isnt a weak number among them

toy story 2: heres where the story started getting bigger and more existential, which basically becomes the new direction of the series. which makes sense! this one released 4 years after the first, and while theres no real timeskip in the story (maybe 6 months?) it had been a little while since we last saw woody and the gang. everybody in the real world had gotten older, and with the turn of the millennium approaching, the theme of impermanence loomed large in the collective unconscious. well, maybe not in my unconscious, because i was 2. but its really interesting as kind of a “time capsule” to what people were thinking about as the 90s came to a close.

so toy story 2 was a little more grounded, a little more focus on the human world, but it was also more fantastical in its presentation. the opening “video game” sequence (which still looks amazing!!) and woodys nightmare (”i dont wanna play with you anymore...”) show the animators at pixar really found their groove and started getting experimental. and to great result!! the fantasy sequences are a lot of fun and help 2 really stand out.

i would be remiss not to mention jessies flashback song here. its something else they hadnt really done in the first film and i think it really works. jessie in this film unfortunately doesnt get to do much other than fight with woody about whether he should stay or go (except for when she saves him in the end) but this song makes her character work. it also helps that it destroys me every time

also i think this is the movie that gave me an appreciation for the acting of kelsey grammer. i dont really agree with his politics (i also dont know specifically what they are) but he is a damn fine actor and gives the prospector a very genuinely intimidating edge after his heel turn. the casting really makes the character here, but thats nothing new for toy story-- every voice works. if i were the casting director, i probably wouldnt have pulled erudite kelsey grammer for a character named “stinky pete,” but as it is now i couldnt imagine him voiced by anyone else.

the last thing about toy story 2 is it feels like there were a lot more pop culture references? at least as far as i noticed. there are apparently even more than i noticed but i caught on to the “also sprach zarathustra” riff in the opening, and the jurassic park rearview mirror gag. and of course the extended star wars reference with zurg vs. utility belt buzz (and i guess zurg in general.) the references are cute and mostly unobtrusive but really i could take or leave them.

oh yeah also al is hilarious. just this rude, neurotic businessman whos incredibly self-important for the owner of a minor(?) toy store chain. hes such a puffed-up jerk, every time hes on-screen is a delight

toy story 3: this one kills me to death. i always get misty-eyed during “when somebody loved me” but the ending of 3 where andy introduces his toys to bonnie and plays with them one last time made me sob the first time i watched it. and it still does! thats the long game right there, thats the payoff of over 10 years loving these characters. its an emotional ketchup bomb, everything gets all messy and soggy and sweet. hopefully 4 can follow up, but im not really worried about that-- ive heard some good things. damn, its been 9 years since this movie came out, though! it really doesnt feel all that long, but i guess i havent been doing all that much

i actually dont know if i have much else to say about 3. the opening with the re-imagining of the previous films openings (woody versus one-eyed bart, buzz and woody vs. the evil dr. porkchop) is a highlight, although theres a conspicuous lack of bo peep. ive heard she has a big part in 4, but it was kind of weird to see a lot of toys missing and their absence (mostly) glossed over after the first few minutes. i miss r.c. and lenny, but i get they wanted to narrow down the cast so all of them could get in on the plot.

speaking of which, the escape scene is great too. its kind of a crystallizing moment of how close these characters are, and how well they work together. it reminds me a lot of the escape from sids house in the first movie, but there woody was working with sids body-horror toys and seemed to strike up a rapport with them bizarrely quickly. (speaking of which, i miss those toys! their designs were super cool, but i cant imagine they got much merchandise, especially babyface with the sharp, metal spider legs.) here, though, woody and the gang cooperate the best they ever have, and it really paints a picture of how close theyve become over the years, and justifies the emotional climax in the landfill. this is what i was talking about when i said i was surprised how dark toy story 1 got! these toys all hated woodys guts back then for what they thought he did to buzz. they kicked him out of a moving truck! its just weird to think about that conflict between them when you know how long they end up sticking together. but thats, like, neat, so its ok. it feels earned, its just kind of crazy in hindsight.

toy story 3 was also obviously made long after the first two-- by comparison, the lighting is way more sophisticated, the humans are a lot more detailed. theres just a lot more detail In General. the main cast is, like, super dirty for the middle 90% of the film, and it feels like, yeah, We Have This Technology Now. we can render so many individual glitter sprinkles suck to hamms ass and they will be in every single scene. the “fur tech” on lotso and buster is also an obvious clue, especially in the flashback to lotso trudging through the rain back to his owners house. its like “look! we can make this teddy bear SO wet!” and wow! yeah! you did! so wet!

lotso himself is also an interesting villain in terms of sheer bastardness. he is just a huge jerk. he could have hit that button so easily! and he was so mean to the baby! but at the same time hes a great character in how he slowly “changes” throughout the movie. he is kind of an obvious “pixar ‘twist’ villain” but again, the amazing performance by ned beatty really saves him. also he does get a nice comeuppance at the end, which was necessary because hes really the biggest villain in the series so far. hes knowingly malicious and doesnt have any greater motive, hes just an embittered megalomaniac who (apparently) has sent other toys to be broken, thrown away, and incinerated at the landfill. he honestly deserves worse than being strapped to the front of a truck but it works for a family movie.

i have a couple more thoughts on 3 (i guess i did have a fair amount of stuff to say about it) but im getting tired of writing. the music is good as usual, but the vocal stuff being entirely back-loaded (in the credits) is a bit disappointing since ive always been a fan of the songs, but i get that they were going for something different. the jokes about ken being, uh, ‘flamboyant’ felt out of place, mostly the one at the end (”uh, buzz? barbie didnt write this”) because it comes from one of the gang and not unnamed lotso goon #3, but i guess its pretty tame in the scheme of things.

overall im really looking forward to seeing what 4 does with the series. whew!

#hopefully ill see 4 this weekend #personal essay #got pretty honkin long. click at your own risk

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atfauomo · 6 years ago

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Im sorry Im barely on here anymore hghghghh

Backstory: aTFAUomo Tesarus in a Messatine mine shaft, now colored! Soooo, not super satisfied with this piece. And so, after hours of working on this, Im done. Just going to take the L and move on. I don't care enough to not post it, I’ve been taking a lot of L’s this year already, it just this one has a tangible reward sooo lol. There was a good idea behind this, its just I have a problem with bringing it to life.

Yes there are problems with this art and story but idc. Im so burnt out it doesnt matter anymore lol.

So basic premise? Time is right before “The War”. Tesarus is a Destic, or a being created using a stolen Cybertronian spark, with vis purpose being to the will of vis imperial creator without agency. Ve was given sapience if ve took part in a revolt, and after so was betrayed by those ve saved, and sent to the miner prison planet Messatine. At this point, ve had made an unlikely reliance with criminals Rumble and Frenzy, and has good standing with the other miners, Cybertronian and alien alike. The planet is being attacked, so all the prisoners decide to make a break for it, Tesarus trapped in a cave.

Characterwise, Tesarus thinks a lot more than talks, as a good chunk of vis life ve had no ability to talk. Ve actually thinks quite eloquently, but ve never seems like it and always seems absent. When not depersonalizing, ve comes off as simple minded and crude with a dark sense of humor. Ve is mostly just unsure about vis place as a Cybertronian, and whether ve counts as one, or if anything matters.

Story:

Shards of crystal and stone showered down throughout the entire cavern, careening off of Tesarus like hail. The shards’ impact created little sparks and scratches all over vis body, but that was the least of vis worries. The ground shook and heave with every boom from the surface, threatening to crack the entire planet in two. Sparks of light shot down from above, incinerating several crystal clusters into toxic ashes. Tesarus stood stiffly, gazing up and down of the cavern.

A sharp metallic noise went through vis communication waves, audibly assaulting ver with a painful sound.

“You MORON!” a voice weezed. “This whole planet is collapsing into itself and you are actually trapped? Did your heavy tank self broke the floor or somethi--”

“Pipe down you slagging piece of minimetal! Just help me out here!”

“What’s the problem guzzler?”

“Well, there is a war on this planet, I'm stuck in a cave, I'm stuck talking to the squeakiest bot of all time--”

“You dumbass just tell me what is the color of the crystals in the cave right now!”

Tesarus scanned the area. “Okay, there are faded...pink?...clouds and dark purple gas flowing…crystals are of the same color...”

Groans filled the other side of the com. “Those are unstable unnutrium-energonistic--”

“Enough babbling Frenzy how do I get out?”

“I was talking! Yeesh, anyway, just...I know this is hard for a bumbling buffoon as yourself, but do your best to lightly step towards your northside. Try to avoid the purple gas--”

Tesarus looked to the gas clouds that filled the cave.

“--as that will slowly dissolve different tiny pieces in your frame, worse so if you have small cuts. Naturally, avoid the crystals, especially prolonged contact. They burn. But whatever happens, don’t mix the affected area with the opposite color of gas.”

“....what?”

“HURRY UP IDIOT!!”

Tesarus slowly stepped from step to step. All the sudden, a large blue flash exploded into the cave. As flash dissipated, the cave filled with a sparking magenta light. Sparks appeared, as Tesarus could feel tiny prickles of static upon his frame. Tesarus saw an opening to the chaotic scene above.

Tesarus jumped to the surface. As if on cue, the whole cavern turned bright and caved in. Tesarus gathered vis wits and the wheezy voice spoke.

“Hey you jumped too close you guzzler!” piped out a tiny red and black minicon.

“Shut up Frenzy you know that I hate--Wait Frenzy?” Ve cocked vis head and smirked. “Which one is Rumble? The geeky black and red one or the not-that-bad blue one?”

The minicon’s hands turned into drills. “Oh SHUT UP TESARUS you KNOW WHO THIS IS! I OUGHTA JUST LEFT YOU THERE YOU OVERGROWN GUZZLER PIECE OF--!”

“You BOTH come ON we don’t have time for dumb metal smacking!” yelled a blue minicon.

Tesarus grumbled and grabbed both minicons and ran as the ground rose and fell under battery fire. The once desolate planet was now a rising sea of explosions and rocks.

“There it is Tesarus, the shipping dock! Head to it!” yelled Rumble.

From the chaos, an imposing sleek building held its ground. Avoiding various chasms, Tesarus took a leap and made it to the building’s entrance.

Ve waved vis huge fists in the air, wiping out the security drones without so much as a glance, tearing through the fortified strongholds of the ships as easily as air. Ve felt a sick rush from it all, despite vis own ligaments disintegrating bolt by bolt.

Frenzy screeched. “Hey! You almost threw that crumpled up drone at me!”

“Oh shit well sorry that there is toxic gas seeping through my systems!”

Frenzy directed the two to the largest ship possible and ran.

Frenzy made quick work of the ship’s security measures, and soon all the ships were up and running. Ve ran inside and Rumble followed suit, Tesarus thankful for not having to bend down for once.

The minicon ran to the front of the ship, pressing all kinds of buttons and speaking all kinds of languages over the intercoms. Miners from all over were piling into the now open ships, lifting into the air. It was a sight, the ships that took them in suddenly lifted into the air ina spark stopping speed, as beacons of light, the night sky filled with dark blue and orange streams as they raced away from their prison.

Tesarus was in awe. Various ships did complex turns and strikes against enemies, the world filled with a destructive yet freeing light. Ve had never seen anything like it.

Rumble cackled, breaking Tesarus from vis trance. “Okay you easily impressed trash heap, stick out your arm.” Tesarus did so, vis hand easily being larger than the bot and vis twin combined. Rumble took some mental notes and rummaged around the ship and returned. Ve stuck vis tiny hands with all kinds of attachments, of tiny lasers and tiny drills and other tiny things. Rumble swiftly moved from various sections of Tesarus’ frame, lastly hopping to the side. “So move around Tessy and see how ya feel.”

Tesarus stood, looming over the makeshift mechanic. “Holy shit you two really do know things!”

“Well, I knew a bot….” Rumble’s voiced trailed off, and for a second ve seemed to be somewhere else. Suddenly, ve straightened verself and smirked. “Well, I need to make a few more adjustments. But this should hold for a bit until we can get some more experienced hands here. I am actually suprised that Frenzy here actually was able to fly this thing!”

“I told you morons that I was hella smart! Why did you think I got locked up here in the first place? Where else would they put the finest decoder in all of Cybertron? In the dirt!”

Frenzy dramatic took a deep lean into vis pilot’s chair and sighed, putting vis dusty pedes onto the dashboard. “Technology such as this is mere sparkling play for me!”

“This is the opportunity Megatron couldnt even dream of happening! This is even better! This is the perfect chance! ”

Tesarus tiled vis head. “What is that supposed to mean?

Frenzy lept form vis chair and went up to Tesarus. “ You dumbass! WE did all of this, all on our own! WE are a part of this epic story! Dont you see? WE heading back to Cybertron!”

Frenzy smirked. “Rumble you stupid ass Tesarus boyo here has never been to Cybertron!”

Tesarus wrinkled vis face. “...Cybertron?”, ve said uncomfortably.

Frenzy got up from vis chair and looked to Tesarus. “Uhh...Dont you worry too much! Bunch of weird bots from other places like you escape and go to Cybertron and dont get deactivated!”

The giant tensed at the last word. Ve thought ve felt that ve wa being deactivated on multiple occasions, but ve never felt so close to it as ve was heading towards vis home planet.

All the sudden, Rumble sheepishly grinned and looked to the side. “Or at least thats what we’ve heard!”

Frenzy butted in” Im sure you arent the biggest piece of scrap theve ever seen--Though with your track record??” Frenzy quipped. “Hmmmm. You are on your own for that one!”

“Fren--”

“I mean all I ever did was crash the place’s electronic systems, I never like, murdered a whole--”

“Frenzy!!”

Frenzy sighed. “Well, I mean, you always said that you wished you were deactivated, so this would be perf--”

“Frenzy thats enough!!” Rumble hissed.

Silence ensued.

“Okay okay, sorry my guy Ill shaddup now!!” Frenzy sighed and dropped to vis seat. Ve popped open a tank quality energon cube much larger than verself and drank and immediately passed out.

Rumble slid off vis protective goggles and looked to Tesarus. “Well, I never was the one for niceities but...Dont mind ver, ve’s just an asshole! Im sure that you’ll be...okay?” Rumble went awkwardly back to work as Tesarus placed vis gaze onto the view outdoors, looking at the dtstant stars and galaxies ahead.

Cybertron was just a myth to all Destics. Cybertron, the homeland, the place from whence their sparks were stolen and sold to do the work of the lowly or corrupt. Cybertron, the supposed paradise that supposedly held open arms to its lost sparks to join back in society. Cybertron, the place had let its arms open for sparks to be lost.

But what did such a place have to do with someone like Tesarus? Ve didn’t even look like ve belonged anywhere, and ve couldn’t play like ve did like Frenzy and Rumble. Ve stuck out as easily as a Guardian Bot, vis own makeshift spark sending out its bastard sparkwaves to all around it.

This wasn’t the first time that Tesarus felt that sense of the unknowing freedom. It happened so long ago back on Tesarui Eva, that moment sealed with the treachery of the one who taught ver how to feel, with ver in chains and crushing torment, waking in the unforgiving Messatine. But now it was actually happening, ve can see as the planet’s surface began to look not as a warzone but as just a cloudy dust speck in the distance of space, and ve began to imagine how vis messed up speck of a spark would appear to those in its sight.

#maccadam #tesarus #atfauomo #TransformersAU #art #robot #alien #scifi #watercolor #traditionalart

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squidbatts · 6 years ago

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Tell Me (is it worth it?)

A necessary conversation after a graveyard scare

((it is, as always, Peter Loving Hours and im still thinkin abt m23 (and janine) so Have This. full spoilers to s7m23 but possibility for minor implications to m32.

potential tw for discussions of depression and a near death experience))

{ao3}

The run back to shelter is quiet.

Five signs him a quick “Are you alright?” but he waves them off.

“It's been a long day,” He signs back, and nearly laughs at Five's scrunched-faced scowl that so obviously says You think?

Nearly, because it's then that Janine decides to look over her shoulder at the two of them. Their eyes meet for the briefest moment before Peter redirects his gaze up at the dark, grey sky.

He can feel Janine and Five still looking at him -- even half wonders how they're looking, if they're worried or annoyed or upset -- but he refuses to look back down, even when he stubs his toe on a rock because he's not looking where he's going. It hurts, obviously, but it’s leagues better than what he'd been preparing himself for today.

He grimaces.

Definitely too soon for jokes.

See, Peter knows he shouldn't have tried to sacrifice himself for the greater good or whatever. He knows that he gets stuck in his own head, that he's not doing great on the whole “being happy and enjoying his life” thing, that he turns half his conversations into embarrassingly self-deprecating circle jerks about how he can't die or the ways he should've died or just how bloody awful he feels all the time, but, well, if wishes were horses and all that.

When they reach Sage’s beach, Dennis gives them an awkward smile before quickly walking away -- because what else are you supposed to do when you're leaving a bunch of strangers who just heard you try to end it all? Really, Peter would love to know the answer to that one, if anyone's figured it out -- but Sage stops to look at Peter with his unfairly perceptive eyes.

“Thank you for your assistance on this operation, Colonel Sage,” Janine is saying, but Sage just keeps staring Peter down.

“If you don't mind me saying so, Colonel De Luca, I think that your runners would benefit from some rest,” Sage says, finally looking away from Peter, though his body is still turned towards him. “Today has been… taxing. For all of us.”

“We really must keep going if we're to reach our lodgings for the night by sundown-”

“You could spend the night with my people,” Sage interrupts, “We’re no Abel Township, but I'm certain we can find room for you.”

Sage's oil rig and seaside town is almost as big as Fort Canton, if not bigger, but Peter recognizes Sage's tactic -- insulting yourself so the other party feels inclined to support you; insisting on leaving now would make it seem like Janine is implicitly agreeing that Sage's settlement is worse than Abel, and Sage must known as well as Peter that Janine would never willingly insult an ally.

“If you do insist,” Janine says, after a moment. From the corner of his eye, Peter can see how she’s fighting off a frown. “But I need to debrief with my runners, do you have somewhere private where I could do so?”

“Oh, but of course, Colonel, I’ll have one of my men lead you there. It will be just a moment,” Sage says, finally leaving them, but not before squeezing Peter’s shoulder. He doesn’t do it tightly, it doesn’t even hurt, but Peter still winces.

Janine glances at him, but doesn't say anything. Nerves make him want to move -- to shake, to tap, to fidget -- but he doesn't want to draw Janine's eyes back to him, doesn't want to see her look at him like she's shocked he's there, like he's a wild animal that she has to be careful not to spook. Like she barely knows him.

They wait for Sage's man in silence, the kind that settles like a old quilt on a small child; suffocating and far too heavy. When Sage’s man finally arrives, he nearly trips over himself at the sight of Janine before leading the three of them (though not without a considerable amount of backwards glances at Janine like he’s imagining her in a leather catsuit and eyepatch) to a more isolated building that Peter can only kindly refer to as a shed.

“They can't spare anywhere nicer for the saviors of the UK?” Peter signs to Five, since the leader is still stammering his way through talking to Janine and he's close enough that it’d be rude if Peter muttered it under his breath.

Five rolls their eyes, obviously amused, but still tries to put on a scolding facade, “Janine said ‘private’ not nice.”

“I know not everyone can have fancy farmhouse dining room to hold meetings in but really, you'd think they could do better than a shed.”

Five snorts, unable to hold onto their Head of Runners appropriate disapproval. Janine kindly and curtly denies the leader's flustered overtures and gets him to leave.

She’s almost painfully normal during the debrief -- same old Colonel De Luca voice as normal, with her hard gaze and her curt, to-the-point words -- but after it’s done she nods to herself as says, “Alright, Runner Five, you may go, but I would like a few minutes with you, Mr Lynne. If you don’t mind.”

“‘Course not,” Peter says, though his body yells for him to run. Five raises their eyebrows and grimances in an exaggerated Yikes face as they leave. “Listen-”

“Mr. Lynne,” Janine says, bulldozing over what Peter was going to say, still using her above-it-all tone, “I wanted to apologize to you, specifically for my behavior today. It was a stressful situation for us all and it’s unbecoming of a leader to break down like that in the field, even when-”

Janine cuts herself off, voice breaking. Peter lurches forward half a step before he can stop himself, arms held out towards her. “Jenny-”

Janine screws her face up for a half a moment before smoothing it out and locking it back into normalcy. She’s looks at a point over Peter’s shoulder. “Even when confronted with a potential personnel loss. I’m sure my own… discomposure didn’t help with your own decisions. As your leader, I should have been helpful, not another difficulty.”

“You can’t seriously believe that,” Peter says, “I told you, Jenny, none of this is your fault.”

“I’m your commanding officer and,” Janine pauses, finally meeting Peter’s eyes. “I should’ve planned better, should’ve thought more about it, should’ve considered that possibility that you’d consider yourself a liability. I should’ve known what to say.”

Peter allows himself to take those steps forward, to cut the space between himself and Janine. He places her hands on her biceps, squeezing slightly. She sighs but leans into his touch. Peter bites his lips and watches as Janine studies his face. He doesn’t flinch away from her I can’t believe you’re here gaze this time.

“I really was thinking about Abel,” He says eventually, both because it’s true and because he thinks it’s important that Janine knows it.

“I know you were. That’s perhaps the worst part, that I know you were thinking of all of us, because to think that you thought anyone in Abel would accept your sacrifice is-” Janine cuts herself off and shakes her head, looking pointedly away from Peter and at the blank walls instead. “I just wish that you knew how much we all need you.”

Peter laughs awkwardly and shrugs. “You all seemed to do alright before I came back.”

“We lost Abel and we would’ve lost Five thrice if not for your intervention,” Janine says deadpan, not even letting his deflection stand. She sighs and shakes his hands off, crossing her arms over her chest. “Even ignoring what you do for our Township, I want you to understand that you’re… you're not unimportant to me. Not disposable, not an acceptable loss, not anything like that, not for any reason.”

“Not for any reason?” Peter asks with forced levity to hide the sudden weight he feels in his chest, “That’s a pretty extreme parameter, Jenny-”

“Not for the whole of the United Kingdom, Peter,” She interrupts, sharply. The words are painted in shades of her Colonel De Luca voice, but they tremble enough to make Peter tense. Her eyes are passionately bright, even though she’s blinking a worrisome amount. “Even if it would save the entire world, I wouldn't sacrifice you.”

“Janine,” He starts, the word sounding like it's been ripped from his lungs. He’s not sure what comes after it, what could come after it. An admission like that is- It's a lot, for the two of them. They’ve been close since he reintegrated into Abel, and he’s spent more than a few nights in her bed, but something like this… Peter swallows thickly. The space under his sternum feels overfull, his breath is caught in his throat, and he feels watery all over; a little like drowning, but maybe worse.

“It's- I know it’s selfish of me, unbelievably so, both to feel this way and to tell you about it, but I'm not sorry. I'm not asking you to live for me, I wouldn't want that, but you need-” She pauses and takes a deep, wet breath, turning her head away from Peter and rubbing a hand over her eyes aggressively. “I needed you to know. What you meant to me.”

“Of course I know,” Peter assures her, stepping forward. She turns her head up towards him and he has to force himself not to wipe at her tear-dewed eyelashes. Instead, he uses a hand to gesture at his own head. “It’s just rough in here, sometimes. It’s not always logical, or smart, but it’s just… there. And I thought, for a moment, that seeing if a burn cube could incinerate me would be the best way to help everyone, but I- I didn’t think of everything, or everyone. I’m sorry.”

Janine turns away again and laughs, but it’s harsh, humorless, and sad. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Neither do you.”

They stand in silence for a moment, Janine staring at the floor with knitted brows and Peter looking at Janine with distress. He hadn’t meant for this to happen, had thought that his leaving would be an all-win situation. He bites back the instinct to apologize again and waits, until Janine’s eyebrows uncrease and she lets herself relax, arms falling back to her sides, leaning herself forwards until her forehead hits Peter’s shoulder. Peter wraps his arms around her, pulling her in as close as possible. He presses a kiss onto the crown of her head before he rests his cheek against it. It’s not closure, not for either of them, and Peter knows they should probably talk about it more, but just for right now, this is enough.

Janine sniffles slightly into his shirt and he strokes her hair and thinks of all the different ways that today could’ve gone. He’s grateful that it ended up like this.

#zombies run #zr #zrs7 spoilers #peter lynne #janine de luca #one shot

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specialmindz · 6 years ago

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“YIP! YIP!”

A small annoying dog bounced around the two little skeletons, hoping for one of them to drop one of their tasty frozen treats.

“YIP, YIP YIP YIP!”

“i think he wants your ice cream bro...” said Sans slyly.

“ALL HE’S GONNA GET IS MAH FOOT UP HIS ASS! DIS MY ICE CWEAM! GO WAY DOODY-DOG!”

“YIP YIP!” The dog continued to run about, completely oblivious to the infant’s anger.

“pap, it’s melting.”

“*GASP!*” Frantically, Papyrus lapped at his cone, not wanting his hand and sleeve to get sticky and gross. He usually waited until his ice cream was gone before intentionally getting messy like a good baby, but this dog was proving to be quite a distraction.

“YOU WANNA DIE DOGGY? IS DAT WHAT YOU WANT? I USE YO’ FUR AS A BLANKY!”

“why don’t you just give him a little lick pap? just a little one.”

“Nyeh?” Pap looked at him quizzically. “You want me to lick da’ pup?”

“no-”

“I lick em’ on da’ snout?”

“no bro, you’re not listening to me.”

And the baby continued not to listen, giving the dog a small lick on the nose. Maybe if the doggy thought Papyrus was a friend, he would stop trying to get at his ice cream.

Friends didn’t take friend’s ice cream.

“There you go doody-dog! We friends now, so you go home.”

The dog pawed at his nose and whimpered, not liking how the air was now suddenly too chilly in that particular area.

“you’re so gross pap, heh heh heh!”

“Nyeh? YOU GOSS! I gots to protect mah cweam cause’ SOMEBODY won’t look after me!”

“i have one hp bro! whaddya’ want me to do, kick em’? he’ll bite me and i’ll die papyrus.”

“Throw a snowball then lazybones! Im-po-vise!”

“now if i do that, i’ll have to hold my cone in one hand or it’ll get dirty, and eventually my arm will get tired and then i’ll have a problem.”

“YOU HAVE A PROBLEM NOW!”

“not with these i don’t,” said Sans pulling out an old CD player and ear buds. The batteries were long dead, but luckily for him, Papyrus didn’t know that. He could pretend not to hear him as long as the infant didn’t start wondering why he never heard anything despite his older brother turning the volume up whenever he yelled.

“Why you gotta ignore the baby Snas? I gots a per-dicament over here and you’s not helping me...”

“...”

“...I hope you drop your stupid stink phallic ice cweam.”

“my ice creams not phallic!”

“Yes it is. Why you so cweepy Snas? Don’t you want friends?”

“I’M creepy?! my ice cream’s just like this, i didn’t make it! besides, who pretends his spaghetti noodles are snakes?”

“I does! Da’ meatballs be eggies,” said the baby smiling. “The biggest noodle be the mama snake and I’s the bird that gobbles em’ all up! Nyeh heh heh!”

“...”

“Then I eats the eggs.”

Sans chuckled and slurped up some juice from his popsicle. “you eat the eggs huh? you know there are babies in those eggs...”

“...Nyeh?”

“yep. little baby snakes.

“Nuh uh! The eggs be for the snake’s breakfast! People don’t eat babies!”

“uh, yeah they do bro. where do you think baby snakes come from? you think the mom just poops them out?”

“Yes.”

“no. no pap, they come from eggs.”

Papyrus’s eyes filled with tears. “I’s eating babies...?”

“uh..”

Oh crap!

“Nyeh…nyeehhh…”

“no! no no no, don’t cry! you’re PRETENDING to eat babies! your meatballs are made of meat pappy.”

“Meat of baby?”

“no bro, they’re probably made of magic.”

“Magic babies?”

“NO.”

Note to self, don’t feed Pappy eggs.

“Is dis ice cweam made of baby?” The baby bones held up his melting ice cream.

“*sigh* no bro, it’s not. just eggs.”

“But there be a talking snowman over in Snowdin. Maybe dis ice cweam be his baby!”

“nope.”

“But maybe it is! Maybe da’ ice cweam man be evil big Buther! Maybe he steals the snowman babies and sells em’ on da’ market!”

“…i highly doubt that.”

“I bet he do. I bet he evil as hell! You just like him cause’ he give you food.”

“hey screw you pal, I like him cause’ he’s cheap-”

“YOU CHEEP! YOU SELL YOUR MORALITY FOR SWEETS! You’s bad big Buther, you’s bad and I’m telling Daddy!”

“you do that.”

“I’m gonna! Imma tell upon you and destroy da’ ice cweam man too!”

“the hell you will! you leave that monster alone papyrus!”

“NYEH HEE HEE! IMMA SAVE DA’ BABIES!”

“GET BACK HERE!”

The infant took off like a bullet, the dog and Sans right on his heels.

“YIP YIP!”

“GET LOST DOODY-DOG! I’S RUNNING OVER HERE!”

“TRIP HIM! TRIP HIM DOG!”

“DON’T TRIP DA’ BABY!”

“YIP, YIP YIP!”

“Huh?” The ice cream man tilted his head from behind the umbrella of his cart to try and spot where the commotion was coming from. “Aw-hawww, are you three having fun?”

“RUN DUDE! FUCKING RUN!!”

“DIE BABY-KILLER!!”

BLOOSH!

Two Gaster Blasters fired in succession, one incinerating the ice cream man’s hat.

“AHHH! WHAT THE HELL KID?!”

“NYEHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

BLOOSH!

“WHY IS HE ATTACKING ME? SANS YOU SWORE HE WOULDN’T ATTACK ME!”

“YOU’S SELLING BABIES ON DA’ MARKET!”

BLOOSH!

“SANS GET YOUR CRAZY BROTHER!!” Screamed the cart-owner ducking down. It was a miracle he hadn’t been killed yet, but if this kept up…

“I’M TRYING! BRO STOP!”

“I GOTS TO SAVE THE BABIES SNAS!”

“THE ICE CREAM’S NOT MADE OF BABIES, IT’S MADE OF MILK!”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus stopped. “But is all frozen and-“ looking down at his ice cream, he saw that it was no longer frozen; the heat wafting in from Hotland had melted it, leaving only bits of magic strawberries behind.

“*SLUUURP!* EWWWW! Dis NASTY! It taste like medi-sin! You trying to get baby high? You work wit Jerry?”

“yeah pap. he’s the high cream man, heh heh heh!”

“…Go home Snas.”

“YIP YIP YIP!” The little dog joyfully lapped up the drippings of the cone, seemingly oblivious to the whole situation. The monster behind the cart was sadly however, NOT so ADHD.

“Why don’t you BOTH go home? Just-just all of you GO HOME.”

“wh-why me? What’d I do?”

“What’d you do? You made a joke instead of I dunno, maybe TELLING YOUR BROTHER NOT TO MURDER PEOPLE?”

“…it was just a joke. I was just trying to lighten the mood a lil’ bit, chill out.”

“It’s not the joke Sans, it’s the fact that you ignored what just happened. I’ve seen you two playing alone for a long time now and it’s because of THIS that you ARE alone. You can’t just ignore your brother’s dangerous behavior or it’s going to get worse-”

“whatever!” exclaimed Sans, highly offended. “who are you to tell me how to raise MY family? you don’t know me OR my bro! pap’s just a baby, i’m sorry he can’t control his emotions ALL the time! i’m not his dad anyway, he’s not MY responsibility-”

“You’re not much of a brother either. Why don’t you try a bit more discipline or something? If that doesn’t work, maybe you should consider putting him somewhere he can’t hurt people.”

“Nyeh…?”

“i’ll keep that in mind. in the meantime, maaaybe you should consider minding your own business?”

“You sending me away…?”

“of course not baby bro,” said Sans, kneeling down and placing a hand on the infant’s shoulder. “you mean the world to me! who’d want to get rid of such a cute baby anyway?”

“Dat’s too…but is also too dat you don’t gots many friends. Is dat really cause’ of me?”

“Of course not,” said a voice from around the corner. “These people are just idiots. Idiot cowards.”

“flowey!”

“Yes yes, it’s Flowey the flower. Here to save the day once again. What seems to be the problem here?”

“This baby-”

“That question was rhetorical. We OBVIOUSLY have another case of a full grown adult picking on a child. Shocker.”

“HE ATTACKED ME!”

“The baby attacked you? With what?”

“With his magic cannon things!”

“He attacked you with his magic?”

“Yes!”

“That thing that EVERYBODY has? That thing YOU have?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“…”

“Look, I know what you’re getting at talking…flower…but I can’t just fight a baby-”

“Why not? If Papyrus is being a turd-sandwich then Beat. His. Ass. Simple.”

“Um, Dirtbutt, you’s not helping me very good…”

“Who says I’m here to help you? Hit the road thumb-sucker.”

“GRR! NYEH!” With all the strength a little baby bones could muster, Papyrus angrily threw his empty cone at the big-mouthed traitor in front of him, hoping to at LEAST cover him in yucky pink goo. Instead it hit the wall with a *CUSH!* and merely splattered on the ground; Waterfall’s runoff quickly washing it away.

“Nice shot, you’re a regular Robin Hood-”

“STUPID STINK FLOWER!”

“bro, no! we don’t throw things!”

“Sometimes I do…”

“no we don’t!”

“But sometimes I do…”

“He’s trying to tell you that you SHOULDN’T throw things,” said the ice cream man preparing another cone. No doubt the baby would want another one and anyone’s G was good G in his opinion, especially in these hard times. The ice cream man was one of the more profitable jobs in the Underground because of the importance people placed on their children, but his image needed to be maintained. Calm, patient, and kind; that was the ice cream man, and he was good at it. Sans had even once called him the Nice cream man as a joke and more and more people were beginning to catch on to the name. Hopefully one day his son would take over the family business, but until then…

“Would you like another cone? This time be sure to stay away from Waterfall’s exit, it tends to get a bit hot there.” He held the cone out to the infant with a smile, hoping the brothers both would forgive and forget their little argument.

WHAP!

“NOBODY WANTS YOUR STUPID MEDICATED ICE CREAM!” shouted Flowey, slapping the cone out of the monster’s hand. Papyrus quickly caught it using his Wingdings and looked at it curiously.

“Dis health cweam? Dis good for the baby?”

“Yes it is,” replied the ice cream man glaring at the plant. “It’s a special blend that’s easy to eat and heals children too young for adult medicine and foods. That’s why it’s so popular…speaking of medication,” his glare softened. “Are you in need of first aid? You’re a plant, but you look like you just came from Hotland…”

“I came from the Lab actually. And do you know WHY I came from the Lab?”

“Oooh ooh! Pick me! Baby knows!”

“Yeah? I bet Smiley knows too, don’tcha buddy?”

“…is it because I left you there-”

“IT’S BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME THERE!!”

The ice cream man slowly began to move his cart away towards Snowdin, hoping no one would notice him leaving. He didn’t know who this flower was, but he’d served customers like this before. The extra G was NOT worth the headache he was currently getting…nor was a cave-in.

“how’d you get past the lava entrance?”

“I FREAKING RAN SMILEY!”

The tiny plant dipped his burning roots in one of Waterfall’s shallow puddles. For a moment there, he didn’t think he would make it. It took a massive amount of courage and Determination to even attempt the journey, but with the help of his cabin fever, he found the strength to take a chance at freedom. Now though he had another problem.

Where am I gonna find a new place to photosynthesize?

I had Alphys’s sun lamps in the Lab, but here…

“I need to find a place with good sun…”

“Da’ Ruins gots good sun…”

“Huh?”

“bro, you’ve seen the sun?!”

“Where? Where is it?”

I’m NOT going back to that stupid lab.

“Is where dat big-ass door be…and da’ doggy door.”

“YIP YIP!”

“Big door…?”

Flowey thought back a long time ago to when he and Chara used to explore the Underground. He remembered a bright field of flowers, but that was in the opposite direction in the throne room near their home…and it didn’t have a door.

A big door…a big door…

“Ugh, I can’t remember what you’re talking about!”

“Nyeh?”

“Uh, I mean, I HEARD about the door, from one of your dad’s phone calls, but I don’t remember what he said.”

“…”

“YIP YIP YIP!”

“SHUT UP FUR BAG! YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANY ICE CREAM!”

Was there ever a door Chara couldn’t get through? One with a doggy door?

“i wanna see the sun…” said Sans quietly.

“You wanna see da’ sun? Why big Buther? It hurt your eyes and make you hot.”

“the sun is the biggest star in the world though pap…”

“THE SUN’S A SPARKLY?!”

“yep, and it’s bigger than ANYTHING.”

“Bigger than Fluffy Buns?!”

“yep!”

“Bigger than yo’ head?!”

“…yeah.”

“If you’ve seen the sun Trashbag, then WHY are you asking how big it is?”

“…I only see it a widdle bit from a hole in da’ ceiling…and only sometimes. Is when da’ doody dog go home. There be a hole behind his com-poo-ter dat leads to the Ruins and udder paces too.”

“the dog...has a computer. right.”

“Where is this door?”

“just ignore him flowey, he’s obviously lying,” said Sans extremely disappointed.

“No he’s not.”

“how do you know?”

“Just trust me he’s not!”

We’ve had problems with this dog since we moved into the Underground.

The Annoying Dog was one of the smaller complaints the kingdom’s people had, but he was long lasting and weird. The little creature reminded Flowey of Papyrus in a way, causing problems wherever he went and getting away with it because he ‘didn’t know any better.’ He’d often heard of seemingly random items going missing from various places never to be found again. Some monsters claimed in horror, that they’d seen the dog absorbing some of the items into his body before scampering away, sometimes through the walls as if he were a ghost. The king warned everyone not to pet the Annoying Dog and to keep their distance whenever they could, but it seemed impossible to keep the hound out of any building. Many would cry out in terror upon turning around and suddenly seeing the legendary monster wagging his tail in their kitchen or living room, although the doors and windows were locked and they had been alone only moments before.

Chara had a strange fascination with the furry menace that Flowey always had a hard time understanding. Whenever the dog was spotted, they’d drop whatever they were doing and run after him, only to lose him in a wall somewhere. They’d then pound on the stone and search it for some sort of crease while Flowey let out a breath of relief from behind. The dog reminded him of Papyrus, true, but the absorbtion ability also brought back memories of a monster from an old VHS tape they had found at the Dump simply called the Thing.

He wanted nothing to do with this creature, no matter HOW much loot he had stored away.

I don’t have a choice anymore though. I need to go through this mutt’s tunnel if I want to find a place to gather energy.

“YIP YIP!”

“Da’ doggy door be in Snowdin. It gots the kingdom shapes on it and is reeeal tall! As big as a tree!”

“…Are you talking about that door in that cave with all the glowing mushrooms?”

“Yeah.”

“You idiot! That’s not a doggy door!”

“Is too! Is the door the doody dog uses! I sees it!”

“Stupid baby.”

“hey, c’mon now. the longer we fight the more pap’s ice cream melts. we need the dog to open the door, right? I mean, no one else has said anything about finding his house so…”

“Yep! Da’ doody dog gots to go inside first or it don’t open.”

“alright then, let’s go.”

“Right!” Flowey jumped up and wrapped himself around Sans. “ONWARDS DUMBO! TO SNOWDIN TUT TUT!”

“GET OFF ME!”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

Leading the dog with the ice cream, the three reached the cave and went inside.

“SEE? No doggy door.”

“Nyeh? You blind Dirt-Butt? Is right there!”

“That’s NOT a doggy door. Doggy doors have flaps!”

“bro, watch where you’re swinging that thi-aww! You got it all over my hoodie!”

“Nyeh heh heh, cweeeeen it up.”

“you clean it up!”

The Annoying Dog watched as a glob of strawberry ice cream slid down the side of Sans’ sleeve, almost hitting the ground.

“You want dis cweam doggy?”

He said nothing and continued to eye the glob expectantly.

“Open the door and I give you all da’ yumminess you can dweam of.”

Again, the baby was ignored as the dog licked it’s chops and shuffled his paws impatiently, waiting for the glob to fall.

“He’s not listening to you. Smear some ice cream on the door or something.”

“Kay’.”

Waddling over to the door Papyrus stopped and dropped down on all fours, holding his ice cream in the air with his Wingdings.

“What the hell are you do-”

“YIP YIP! I’s a baby doggy and I wish to pee on da’ carpet, but I can’t get inside. Oh woe is me! *WHINE*”

“Arf…?” The dog lifted an ear and tilted his head in confusion.

“Of all the stupid…”

“heh heh heh heh! go pappy! show em’ what you want!”

SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH!

Using both hands, Papyrus scratched at the door as best he could, whining pitifully and using his font to communicate. This time, the dog DID listen, turning away from the glob on Sans’ hoodie and morphing through the wall in his patent disturbing way.

“Ugh, I hate seeing that.”

“did…that dog just go through the wall…?”

Weird…

“hm…well whatever, good job bro!”

Smiling, Papyrus rolled over onto his back and pushed at the door with both feet, opining it. Inside the dog stood on a patchwork blanket panting and grinning as always.

“That tunnel better be here you milk-puking-”

“Is under the com-poo-ter I said! Why you no listen Dirt-Butt? Dat’s how you learn things ya’ know?”

“*WHINE WHINE!*”

“Oh yeah! Here you go doody dog!” said Papyrus handing over his Ice cream. “Be sure to eat the cone too, cause’ littering is bad, right Snas?”

“right.”

The happy hound ate the entire thing almost immediately, licking his nose and sniffing around for any bits he may have missed.

“Nyeh heh heh! He eat like you big Buther!”

“Yeah he does, the PIG!”

“…”

“Speaking of pigs, you might not fit in here Smiley,” said Flowey inspecting the tunnel with a frown. “Maybe you should go home and eat some popato chisps, I don’t need an entourage anyway.”

“whatever! both of you can get bent, I can fit in there no problem!” exclaimed Sans, though he did have his doubts.

We definitely need to widen this tunnel or something if we ever plan to come back here. Papyrus is good at digging and building stuff, maybe he can do something about it later.

“NO you can’t, you’ll get stuck you moron.”

“no i won’t...”

“Fine, learn the hard way. What do I care? Just let me go first.”

“No! BABY goes first. I knows da’ way, you’ll just get lost like the Ugly Duckling. Member’ dat book Snas?”

“Did you just call me ugly?”

“yeah I remember the book, but more importantly, you’re telling the truth right? If there’s a maze of tunnels in here and we get lost, we’ll die pap. no one knows we’re down here…”

“YOU’RE ugly.”

“I knows the way, but you gots to follow mah butt kay’? Follow the baby butt and don’t go nowhere else. Even if you see a Veggie monster, you gots to follow the butt Snas, or you get lost. Lossa tunnels down here.”

“You’re ugly and you’re stupid.”

“iiii won’t wander off baby bro.”

Why do you two think I’d risk my life for some food? Do I really eat that much?

…

Nah, it’s probably my hoodie. My hoodie’s padded and it’s making me look fat. I should probably take it off before I crawl through here…

“Also don’t touch da’ butt, or I calls the guard.”

“No one wants to touch your butt you pervert! Well…maybe Smiley does, his drawings are weird-”

“THEY’RE SPACESHIPS!”

“But I’M the one who’s going to be behind you, not him.”

“But then who gonna push Snas if he get stuck?”

“No one. If this fatass gets trapped it’s HIS problem not mine. I already told him he wouldn’t fit; now let’s go.”

Nodding, the baby bones crawled under the desk and into the tunnel, Flowey following close behind. There were a lot of things the plant hadn’t checked out in the dog’s room; things Chara would’ve KILLED to inspect and/or steal, but Flowey had little interest in anything but finding some sun.

He could always come back anyway.

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

“Would you hurry up? The wet dog and baby smell is making me want to throw up.”

“Slow your roll Dirt-Butt. I’s Papyrus the Baby, not Sonic the Hedgehog. You wait.”

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

The three took a left and continued on at an annoying slow pace, being careful not to scrape themselves on the hard rocky walls. Especially Sans, who had had seconds thoughts about all this half-way through the journey. Every so often Papyrus would stop and look over his little shoulder to see if his brother was still behind him; he would then be rewarded with a thumbs up, though the baby could see he was struggling with the encroaching claustrophobia that seemed to be threatening even Flowey’s sanity at this point.

“OH MY GOD, WOULD YOU JUST HURRY UP? HE’S FINE!!”

“Shut da’ fuk up Dirt-Butt, or I kicks you in da’ face.”

“YOU JUST TRY IT! I’LL BITE YOUR LITTLE TOES OFF!”

“play nice you two, heh heh.”

“Shut up Smiley, you’re not my mom.”

SCRUFF SCRUFF!

Finally, the tunnel started to become wider and then wider still, eventually opening up into what looked like a cliffside of sorts. The place was an empty dead end that overlooked the mining city people called “Home.”

“uhh…I don’t think we’re supposed to be here baby bro…”

“Dis be the Old City where we gets da’ crystals Snas-”

“Correction; this is where we USED to get the magic crystals,” said Flowey. “Then some idiot screwed everything up and released a bunch of poisonous gas in the city’s mine.”

“Lossa monsters used to live here, but then there were too many babies, so they moved, but there still be peoples...”

“Are…are you not listening to me? NO ONE’S WORKING THERE, THIS PLACE IS POISONOUS, WE NEED TO MOVE.”

Sans nodded. “he’s right pap. not all gases can be seen; this place could be toxic-”

“Nuh uh! I’s here yeserday!”

“Bullcrap.”

“I ate a worm and climbed a rock, and sniffed da’ flowers like dis *SNIIIIIIIFFF!*”

“UGH, DON’T DO THAT! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!”

“*SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF!*

“SMILEY GET YOUR BROTHER!”

“who built these ruins? did someone live here before we came? i don’t see people building half a home, if you can even call this a home, and then quitting in the middle of it to build another one.”

“HELLO?!”

“the architecture is completely different from the rest of the kingdom too…”

“SMILEY!!”

“you swear you were here yesterday bro? the gases haven’t reached this far yet?”

“*SNIIIFFF!* Yep. The sun place be dis way, but you gots to watch out for the traps, so follow the baby kay’?”

“I hate you, I hate you BOTH and once I find a new place to get some sun, I’m gonna live there for-EVER! I’M NEVER COMING BACK TO THAT NURSERY, DO YOU HERE ME? NEVER!!”

Ignoring Flowey, the brothers began their trek further into the Ruins. There were a lot more traps than Sans was expecting, but it only served to increase his excitement. More traps meant a higher chance of his younger sibling telling the truth, and these WERE traps. There were pits that led to small empty rooms that had no ladders to speak of, switches designed to confuse them hidden behind pillars in the dark, and there was even a room that couldn’t be crossed from one side unless you had something of considerable weight on three buttons in the ground…unless of course you were tall. That was what disturbed Sans the most; the fact that the traps seemed to be for small creatures who couldn’t step over the barricades. The further the three went, the more his excitement turned to fear as he realized the traps were NOT built by the monsters currently living in the Underground and they were clearly meant to cause suffering and eventual starvation.

This couldn’t have been Asgore’s work. I know he said he would gather souls from anyone who fell into the mountain, but these look like they were meant SPECIFICALLY for children…and I know he’s a good person. Besides, so far I’ve only seen one door that leads to the Ruins and he can’t fit through that tunnel, no way.

Who would BUILD things like this?

“these are horrible…”

“Hm? What are you complaining about?”

“the traps…you’ve been looking at the traps right flowey? they’re different…”

“So? Who cares about these stupid traps, they’re ruined anyway. SHE messed everything up. You’re getting scared over nothing; whoever lived here before is long gone…probably.”

Sans took a deep breath. Flowey was right, the traps had obviously been altered a long time ago and no one had come to fix them. The prison pits had been stripped of their doors and their floors laced with heaps of fallen leaves to break the fall of anyone who fell into them, having obviously been put there by someone seeing as the area lacked any trees. The switches built to confuse had been painted bright colors that could easily be seen, and even the room with the floor switches had been filled with rocks, one of which claimed had been placed there by someone they couldn’t see due to their lack of eyes.

“UGH, are you KIDDING me? She put instructions on the freaking WALLS? That’s so lame!”

“who’s this ‘she’ you’re talking about?”

Before the plant could answer, Papyrus lifted them all up with his wingdings and glided everyone, including himself, over the giant pit trap before suddenly speeding off into a room.

“HEY BRO, WAIT!”

“DID HE FIND IT? IS THIS THE ROOM?”

“*CRUNCH CRUNCH!*”

“…”

“hey uh, pap? you probably shouldn’t eat that…”

“LOOK SNAS! Candy. *CRUNCH CRUNCH!*”

“…”

“…you okay flowey?”

“…Never coming back.”

“Want some of dis candy Dirt-Bu-”

“NO!!”

They continued on, Papyrus’s onesie crinkling with the rest of the monster candy having been stuffed inside.

“FINALLY! DO YOU SEE IT SMILEY? DO YOU SEE THE PROMISE LAND?” The plant pointed excitedly towards a sunlit patch of flowers. “IT’S THERE! IT’S RIGHT THERE! WE’RE SO CLOSE!”

“yep, iii see it. don’t think we’ll be able to actually see the sun though from all the way down here…”

“*Yawn* I’s sweepy…I gets the shiny tomorrow, kay’ Snas? Is nap time for the baby…c’mon Dirt-Butt, we go home now.”

“NO! NO NO NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T FREAKING TOUCH ME! I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, PUT THOSE AWAY! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOOOOOWN!!”

“put him down bro, he can get back on his own, right flowey?”

“YES!!”

As soon as Papyrus desummoned his wingdings, Flowey took off with all the speed of a cheetah; racing for the sunlit patch that would be his new, and hopefully quiet, home, his leaves outstretched.

I’M GONNA MAKE IT!

With one giant leap the tiny plant dived into the flower patch and dug his roots into the warm soil triumphantly. “LOOK SMILEY! I MADE IT!”

CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK!

“Don’t patronize me you fat piece of-”

Sans stopped clapping. “what do you want from me?”

Ignoring the child, Flowey turned around and basked in the sun’s warm glow, spreading his leaves wide in order to collect as much energy as possible. This place was perfect. Bright, quiet, and tidy; it had a great view of the opening to Mt. Ebott that only someone who could stretch out as long as Flowey could see. A wonderful little lookout where he could not only spy approaching humans, but maybe even lure them in…after all, it’s not like sound couldn’t pass through the barrier. All he had to do was find someone stupid.

Just one. Good. Idiot.

Heh heh heh heh…

“uhh…dude, are you alright?”

“Dirt-Butt got dat scary face big Buther…”

“HA HA HA HA HA HA ALL THE SOULS WILL BE MINE! I’LL LURE THEM ALL IN! HA HA HA HA HA!”

“o-kay…we’re going on ahead. you catch up later alright?”

“NEVER COMING BACK! HA HA HA HA HA! UNSTOPPABLE! UNTOUCHABLE! UNDEFEATABLE! HA HA HA HA HA!”

“Nyeh…?”

“I’LL BE ALL POWERFUL! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

“we’re going now-”

“I’LL BE THE ULTIMATE RULER!”

“Bye Dirt-Butt!”

I’ll be a GOD.

#Fonttale #Fonttale au #Undertale #Undertale au #Flowey #Sans #Papyrus #kid sans #Baby Papyrus #Annoying Dog #funny #undertale fanfiction

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uberoll-oystercrackers · 6 years ago

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a fic im probably never going to touch again :/

Most people are aware there are brighter things in the universe than the sun, but as he took his first step back upon the Earth's lush grasses in nearly a year, Lars could no longer be so sure about that. The afternoon had barely budded, and the daylight was at its peak. Before his eyes could fully adjust, a barrage of differently sized arms locked around his neck, shoulders, and waist. There was no way to decipher anyone's cries from one another- half of Beach City had alchemized their voices into one great wailing; a heavy, blue sounding clatter.

“Mom, Dad, Buck, Jenny,” he sputtered, continuing to acknowledge everyone as he fruitlessly tried to blink away tears. “-Sour Cream! Everybody!” A storm of emotion threatened to overtake him, but that was promptly remedied by the giggly cheers of Steven, gesturing toward Lars as he enthused to Connie he'd 'always known they'd get him home!'.

Weeks of time had flattened and stretched into a bleak monotony in space. To elude Emerald's fleet, endlessly planet hopping in search of salvageable Gem tech, and to slog winkless hour after hour amounting to no tangible success for the Sun Incinerator's working condition rendered him totally enervated. While he had done his best to seem cool-headed for the Off Colors, there were fewer days in which he truly believed he could ever reach home. It's doubtful Lars had ever been so happy to be wrong.

Before getting too lost in the joy of his homecoming, Lars's scanning eyes settled on a familiar form. Billowy ashen hair framed the face he longed most to see, fair skin flushed and etched with shock. The tears in his eyes prevented his complete focus, making it impossible to gauge the expression. Wanting to call out, Lars lifted a cupped hand to his mouth, drawing in breath to assist the delivery over the beach's tugging winds. He was stopped short by his parents embracing him again, his mother's long, flat hands drawing his face into the crook of her neck as she wept aloud. Lars found his arms bound against his own chest while his mother and father squeezed him tighter. Perhaps it would be best to spend time with them first.

.:*~+~+~+~+~*:.

Far too emotionally frazzled to protest, Lars limply made his way toward the boardwalk, sandwiched between his parents' shoulders. There was hardly time at all to mull over how surreal putzing around his hometown seemed after everything he'd survived. The uneasy chattering between his parents would occasionally fall away before picking up again, and although he found himself lovingly staring into their faces as they spoke, none of what they said was being registered.

The town he'd lived in for the majority of his short life appeared distant, foreign. As though he had lost his sense of scale, Lars wondered if the streets in Beach City were always so narrow, the boardwalk so short, the Big Donut so squat and inauspicious looking.

“The Big Donut!?” Lars exclaimed, nearly tripping over his own feet. “You're not thinking of sending me back to work already, are ya?” a nervous grin spread across his face. Martha glanced at Dante with a small smile, their relief in great contrast to their son's jittery disposition.

“You know,” Martha began, at last creating some distance between their bodies. “I was worried at first,” she went on, raising a hand to gesticulate as she spoke. “But now that I see you're already cracking wise, my boy really did get back in one piece...” her initial smirk shakily fell, and she covered her mouth with one hand. Lurching forward to comfort her, Lars gazed into his mother's eyes. Wanting to reassure her did little to inspire him, his mouth hung agape before her as Dante looked on.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barriga, Lars!” chirped Steven. His bright demeanor shot across from the open door to the huddled family who were only then realizing the expectant stares from beyond the glass. The stuffy air piled between them dissipated speedily enough, the Barrigas regaining composure wordlessly together. Lars was so clearly their son in this moment of all moments, and had it not been for Steven having launched himself into full host mode for Lars' impromptu return 'party', he'd have had more time to be in awe of the situation.

“Steven,” Lars smiled weakly, catching glimpses of the faces within. Jenny and Sour Cream were laughing by the coffee carafes, while Buck cooly slid sugar packs into the pockets of his jacket. Mr. Fryman and Kofi seemed to be having a very enthusiastic chat with a flustered Bill Dewey. Mr. Smiley was loosely imitating wrestling moves in front of the Gems, all of whom appeared unimpressed besides the cackling Amethyst. Lars' eyes settled back on Steven's, his smile less restrained this time. “Thanks for... thanks for putting this all...” he groaned a little, warmth washing over his face before he continued, “to... together, for uh, me,”.

Brown eyes twinkling, Steven whispered, “You're so welcome..!” he cleared his throat, “But this was sort of everyone's idea, actually,”. Lars' mother and father had made their way inside during this exchange, Martha gently patting Steven on the shoulder as she entered the Big Donut's lobby. Accepting that this would get no easier from the outside, Lars trailed behind them, gripping the hem of his shirt.

Cotton was softer than he remembered. More forgiving.

Finding the pink doughnut made in his absence thoroughly goofy, Lars felt touched regardless. He hadn't expected any sort of welcoming from anyone besides his parents, much less could he ever have dreamt of his return being celebrated by the whole town. 'Everyone's idea...' mused Lars, quietly sipping a black coffee he had procured for himself. His bottom lip fell into the indentations left in the styrofoam rim from anxious nibbling, dry bits of chapped skin catching the side. Holding a gulp of coffee within his mouth, Lars lifted his eyes to the people surrounding him. Primarily flanked by Beach City citizens around his own age, Vidalia had joined whatever conversation the Cool Kids had drummed up. Lars found his eyes trailing away to fall upon Sour Cream, who certainly didn't seem upset with his mother's presence, but wore a faint blush as she spoke. Lars swallowed, rolling his tongue over in his mouth in contemplation.

Things weren't as bitter as he had been remembering them, after all.

“It's an acquired taste,” Buck's voice penetrated the bubble around Lars' head, pulling him back into the world. He blinked, surveying the faces around Buck for a hint of context.

“Oh, please,” snickered Jenny, leaning into Sour Cream's arm. “You can put all the garlic and butter and whatever else you want on a bug, it's still a bug!” she stuck her tongue out in disgust that was only partly feigned, Sour Cream chuckling down at her.

“Snails are chill,” Sour Cream declared, eliciting a snort from Jenny and a solemn nod from Buck in approval. Furrowed brows paired themselves with a pinched nose on Lars' face, but he began laughing aloud for the first time all evening. Everyone's heads turned to Lars, hopeful expressions donned by each of them. Feeling a bit put on the spot, Lars threw back his head to chug the rest of his coffee, turning the cup upside down and shaking it directly afterward.

Pointing to the cup, Lars breathily excused himself under the guise of wanting a refill.

#ube on a roll #larsadie #lars barriga #sadie miller #steven universe #im just... not a writer #but ya know... idk #if i ever lose the file at least it'll be buried in this blog #it makes me sad i lost the steam behind this idea #oh well at least i can read other ppl's fanfics hehe <3

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several-very-small-eggs · 6 years ago

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Rewatching veggietales 1 (Rack, Shack & Benny) + lots of overthinking

Was feeling nostalgic, so why not.

- K: i think this is the most we see of the kitchen in any of the episodes. There's a sink, cabinets, and a toaster over by the computer

- K: and larry has an oven mitt on his head, and has fallen into said sink. I'll never understand fashion

- i feel like mr nezzer is breaking a lot of labor laws, regarding starting work at 8 and getting lunch at 3, plus not being allowed any breaks. Laura also mentions that she sends all the money home to her family, which paints a fairly bleak picture of the universe in which this episode is set.

- George says that the factory produces 638 chocolate bunnies per day, but the opening song shows dozens being made and packaged within the first few minutes of the workday. Unless mr nezzer is artificially lowering supply, something is definitely fishy (or George is horrible at math)

- "shack, our parents aren't here now, we're on our own" i won't say anything more about the apocalyptic nature of this universe, but its rather odd for a (Christian) kids tv show.

- heartwarming song from shack about his mum, rather comforting. Now two full grown men are crying at it.

- "actually boss, i think the tomato is sitting" ah, the joys of not having limbs to show whether a character is standing or sitting.

-"we could use boys who know how to stand up here at nezzer chocolate" low standards for management here

- George saying "this time anyway" like he's trying to say u shouldn't always do what u think is right? In my good Christian neighborhood?

- talking about the bunny, something something worshiping false idols

- Benny sassing mr nezzer "im not familiar with that particular tune"

- im p sure i can see the foreshadowing here, but im not sure what the outcome of the three musketeers not worshipping the idol will be. Dont they get thrown into an incinerator?

- seeing a vegetable dancing is a strange experience.

- and now they've taken lsd. Flying Technicolor bunnies.

- now backup dancers that look like shacks mom

- he's low-key threatening that of they don't sing the song he's going to kill them. What the hell Phil?

- what would i do, George? Sing along to avoid being killed, even if i don't agree. You can do things you don't believe in if not doing it would be worse. Like retail jobs!

- we talk with George for five seconds and now it's morning. George the narrator is a god, but cannot count how many bunnies the factory makes in a day.

- oh god the amount of torque on that hinge to move the giant metal bunny up must be ungodly. Why didnt he just build it upright and skip the dramatics?

- wide shot of the workers, Laura, Shack, rack, and Benny are the only non pea workers. Wonder why, aside from animation restrictions.

- the announcers stage extends on spindly little rails. I'm getting the feeling physics isn't particularly important in this world /s

- i get the message, but this seems like a scenario where one should cut their losses and go along with it. Being this stubborn will not be good for you in entry level jobs.

- also, no one else is singing, just bowing. Cmon mr nezzer.

- and now, death of vegetable by carrot guards. And Laura is standing up for them

- SILLY SONG: the dance of the cucumber, translated by Bob, in which larry throws intense shade at bob. Bob tries to argue, but larry only speaks Spanish

- SS: is a poncho and sombrero actually accurate? I know it's stereotypical, but sometimes they're semi accurate, so I'm not sure

- SS: the fuck is with the dwarves confusing his mother for something else?? What is this joke i don't get in a kids show?

- SS: now bob can neither dance, nor sing. He's going to beat larry up now.

- they are going down the line to the incinerator now, and nezzer is being a manipulative twerp

- this is objectively terrifying, even as a teenager. Now they're flying through the air ducts to funky music. Tonal shift much

- the guard has fallen into the chocolate and ruined the batch. With all these interruptions, i can see how only 638 bunnies are made each day

- "Nobody bakes my buddies" a slogan against marijuana, and against incinerating striking workers.

- and now.... theres a Jesus? Everything is dark but the incinerator is shooting beams of white light, and nezzer looks shocked and mildly intimidated.

- yup Jesus came to save the day. Go oily Josh. Or was it George, who has godly powers? I didnt see him outside of the furnace. #illuminaticonfirmed 😲

- now he's changed his tune and is a good man bc three people didn't die. Character development, at least.

- nezzer is either reeeaaally faking it, or he's had a traumatizing moment, and wants to appease the three beings capable of surviving being dropped into a furnace and summoning Jesus.

- now shack is singing a new song. How do the pea workers know the song? Musical rules?

- also the French peas are pre-french makeover. Odd to hear them without the accent

- now, earthquakes ravage the desert, bc an entire factory building is dancing along to the song. Scientists are still baffled.

- K: and larry the oven mitt head is still stuck in the sink

- K: Bob hates the ending song for some reason, and had waterboarded larry to make him stop.

- K: MORALS TIME. Dont do anything you dont want to do. Don't go with the flow of the crowd.

- K: larry has a complex backstory. Family beach home, wanting to go see a circus. Don't see as much of that in later episodes.

- K: bob is catapulting larry out, at the price of being stuck himself. How selfless.

- K: the h*ck kinda name is Thessalonians?

- K: bob is not allowed to leave the sink. He is being shamed. The credits are rolling and he is still in there

Overall: 7/10 good intentions, moral doesn't always work in real life. Apocalyptic setting was new, as was the abusive boss.

(Why did i decide to do this?)

#veggietales #swearing #live commentary #i watched these all the time as a kid #feeling real nostalgic

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