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eyedelater · 2 years ago

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i have written a post to encompass every thought i have had about the golden kamuy character ogata hyakunosuke. i couldn't help writing it, and here it is. it includes analysis, interpretation, confusion, thoughts about shipping, and spoilers all the way to the end of the manga.

the post is incredibly long because i wanted it all in one place... i'm sure that much of this has been said by other people, but i haven't read anything anyone else has said. this is purely between me and canon. i have now read golden kamuy through twice and watched the anime once. i missed a lot on the first read, and i probably missed some things on the second read too.

i can't help but love the character ogata hyakunosuke. i know a lot of it is the character design: sneaky eyes with built-in eyeliner, greasy all-back hairstyle with a powerful ahoge (and don't try to tell me an ahoge is not what it is), little beard that somehow skirts past my strong dislike for nasty little beards. he's so crafty… he's sorta weak in close combat… he's completely wrong about things such as killing one's parents and the nature of guilt… he's confident right up until he isn't…

normally if a character captures my interest like this, i want to ship them with another character so i can be satisfied by looking at amusing fanart of them outside of canon. but there honestly isn't anyone i want to pair him with… the fact of his eventual death notwithstanding. (i don't ship dead characters. too sad.) he's great as a cruel and calculating loner who thinks he knows what he wants but doesn't. i don't feel a need to see fun and exciting shipping antics with this character in particular. i will to look at some fanart to see what i can get out of it, but i'm really satisfied by just what happens in canon. and yet i still feel like i have to make sense of these feelings, so i'm writing a post that nobody asked for (just like all my other posts).

i'm annoyed with myself because as i was first reading golden kamuy, it took a long, long time to dawn on me that there MUST be people who think of ogata hyakunosuke as their favorite silly little cinnamon roll and make obnoxiously cute posts about what he would do in domestic situations and stuff. as we learned more about him, i became certain that some people must feel that way, Despite Everything. and i was so very annoyed by the thought of it that i decided to make it a point to dislike ogata… to buck the trend. to avoid biting the fandom bait. BUT IT DIDN'T WORK………… he grew on me… ugh. i still really, really don't want to see fluffy fics with him or anything like that though. god. i have less patience than ever for fandom content that cutesifies every character. especially fucked up weird horrible men like him <3

it's an incredibly audacious move to create a merciless sniper character who killed three (3) members of his closest family (and who knows how many soldiers) and then also give him explicitly catlike characteristics and behaviors, all the while knowing that everyone loves cats!!! (slams table.) fuck off! noda-sensei had to have been trying to induce brain-melting levels of cognitive dissonance in the minds of horny readers who desperately want catboy hyakunosuke to be their poor little meow meow but also want to cancel him for being a bad dude. i'm not immune

i like ogata in kind of the same way i like crocodile one piece. they're weird and smug and fun to watch. and of course, they're similar in some ways. the greasy all-back hair with pieces falling down, and the facial stitches, and the excessive confidence, and their voice actors being perfect. and, you know, the being villains who are eventually defeated. crocodile lets out his slow laugh whenever he feels things are going his way, and ogata just does a little shit-eating grin, and they're both perfect. key difference: ogata gets naked

i have been made aware that a non-zero amount of people ship ogata with asirpa, and those people might benefit from being run over by a car. asirpa is excluded from shipping of any sort, no exceptions, because she is 13 years old and 95% of the other characters are (bizarre, horrible) adult men. the fact that she has a one-sided crush on sugimoto for some amount of time is perfectly natural and reasonable given the circumstances (i believe that anyone would fall in love with sugimoto if they were in her place). the relationship between sugimoto and asirpa is that of a wonderful, wholesome, and strong found family.

back to ogata. i liked that during his first appearance, he gets his arm broken, gets beaned on the back of the head with his own gun, falls into a ravine, hits his face on a cliff, and bounces off the cliff into the icy river. that was so early in the story that his character design wasn't even nailed down yet, and that scene can be easy to forget, but it should be remembered. i like when ogata gets shot in the chest and the shoulder. i like when we get just a little snapshot of ogata knocked out cold at the stenka. i like the flashback of masked ogata getting his face bloodied by teen koito and then having to pretend like it never happened even though he's pissed. i like when ogata gets the snot beat out of him by usami. this is not a toga-himiko-like aesthetic preference for a man's bloody and beat-up body. rather, i love how he has strong (and justified) confidence in his one skill (sniping) and therefore seems confident overall but keeps getting busted up anyway because he's weak in close combat. it's a good dissonance.

i love seeing ogata smugly perched on things… it's like, "ah, there he is…!"

i love ogata feeling guilty about only the worst murder he committed and none of the others… he was testing his limits, and he found them. it didn't stop him from killing again, but he never got over it either.

i love ogata being the only one who chose not to hold hands and jump at the beach scene… doesn't want to make a fool of himself… but he made a funny face when he got beaned in the back of the head, didn't he. i like the ogata who gets made a fool out of.

after the ordeal with anehata shiton, ogata said that all men feel regretful and disgusted after they shoot their load. probably that's all he's ever felt, doing it with prostitutes and such, if at all. makes a little note in my notebook

ogata does terribly cruel things, and he must recognize to some degree that people will see his actions as cruel, but he doesn't do it for the sake of being cruel. he is heartless, but only when he feels he has a reason. everything is analyzed based purely on how it will affect him, and he acts that way consistently throughout the entire story. he can mime kindness if he has to, but clumsily. he cultivates a trusting relationship with asirpa purely because he understands that nopperabou is her father. he goes along with what sugimoto wants purely for convenience and because he understands how strong/dangerous sugimoto is. he shoots wilk, despite knowing that he is asirpa's father and that she will be very upset, purely because he wants to limit the spread of whatever information wilk has about the gold. he shoots sugimoto, his ally for months, not to be cruel, not as revenge for almost killing him that one time, but to eliminate a potential complication to his plan. the only one he really needs in his party is asirpa, and all asirpa is to him is the key to the gold, and all the gold is to him is a path to climb the ranks to prove that his father was worthless. his behavior is unpredictable on first read, but when rereading, it's incredibly consistent. his lack of guilt is entirely premised on what he can justify to himself, and he's great at justifying anything in his own mind. but there is a limit, and yuusaku was that limit; what haunts him most about yuusaku's death is that this time, he can't justify it. he didn't have a good reason. that causes a crack in the foundation of his entire personality, and when he gets acute aconite poisoning from asirpa's arrow, the anxiety it brings is what causes that crack to spread and his entire ego to collapse.

can someone count how many panels feature ogata's face and then also count how many of those panels show him smoothing back his greasy hair and give me some kind of ratio? i think it's high. i think the ratio is high. though i didn't notice until a couple hundred chapters in. but on reread it's like yeah, every other ogata panel, he's got his hand on his head. i do like when an author commits to a tic. no one else in the story has such an obvious repeating tic, i think. he even gets a nade nade (pet pet) sound effect when he's smoothing his hair repeatedly out of nervousness (after he shot the reindeer by accident).

have i mentioned i hate nasty little beards but ogata's slides right in under the gate? that's another cognitive dissonance for me, and it's tough. hard to get over this one.

"daily affirmations i Can be normal about that man"

~quote from deleted post by a tumblr user who maybe doesn't want credit bc they deleted their post

he dishes out smug grins when things are going his way, but he dishes out WRY grins when things AREN'T going his way! hoargh! (throwing up hands)

it's worth noting, to defend my honor, that ogata is not the only one who grew on me. everyone grew on me. another important one is tsukishima, who i admit i wasn't paying very much attention to until they started heading toward karafuto (during the first reading) and then i was like, that was the guy in the coal mine... right? oh, he's been there The Whole Time. and his design didn't change very much. he grew on me a lot. first you think snake nose, but then you think bunny nose. (someone on pixiv said gorilla nose? i don't like that…) his little beard doesn't strike me as nasty either (why not?? i don't know.) of course, koito was the boy of the hour as soon as he first appeared, and i paid a normal amount of attention to him. (the only part of his design that changed is that his eyebrows got stronger and his parted hair got fixed. actually his part seems to fluctuate between messy and neat.) i really like the dynamic of koito being a needy younger pain-in-the-ass to tsukishima while outranking him and being taller than him. in japanese, tsukishima always addresses him with polite speech, and koito rarely even addresses tsukishima with an honorific. tsukikoi seems to be a good and semi-wholesome ship… you know, semi-wholesome. listen, they end up together forever at the end, so it's fine. you guys can make obnoxiously cute posts about what they would do in domestic situations if you want. so anyway, it's not just ogata who got my attention. but it is ogata who this post is about, so let's end this paragraph and leave room for more notes.

Noda-sensei will use any and every opportunity to show you the silhouette of a dick and balls swinging around during an action scene where people happen to be naked. However, he doesn't do that with Ogata. The reason is that he wants you to remember that Ogata is a serious bad guy character and doesn't want you laughing at his dick and balls. For the same reason, he also precludes Ogata from partaking in the horny otter sumo wrestling. In this essay, I will-- ok just kidding, they showed his dick and balls when he kicked koito in the face. and then they showed that exact panel again a few chapters later. with his dick and balls again.

i bet the hyaku in hyakunosuke is obviously referring to getting a 100% hit rate. (hyaku means 100, same kanji and everything. -nosuke is a common ending for a boy's name.) or to put it in sogeking terms, 100 shots, 100 hits, lu lu la la lu

it's interesting that out of the 4 people we see tsurumi gratuitously manipulate into loyalty, ogata is the only one where it doesn't stick very well. to be fair, tsurumi played his game with ogata a bit differently than with the others. he helped ogata kill his father and promised to help him rise through the ranks, but ogata didn't understand at first that tsurumi had an ulterior motive that would make hanazawa's death a win-win for him. it was usami who brought up mantetsu and made ogata understand he was being manipulated. but even knowing that, he thought tsurumi might uphold the other part of his end of the deal by helping ogata get into the army academy, so he was willing to play along. of course, tsurumi's time was split between everyone he was trying to manipulate (as well as pursuing his main goals), so everything couldn't happen at once. another problem was that each of them wanted to be daddy's only special little boy, and ogata was no exception, so he got impatient upon seeing him pay attention to the others and thought tsurumi wasn't working to help him fast enough. it was only when ogata decided that tsurumi wasn't holding up his end of the deal that he decided to betray him by working for central (in the hopes that central could uphold a similar deal instead). i think i'm getting that right. compared to what tsurumi did for tsukishima, he didn't do that much for ogata. but tsukishima was his masterpiece of manipulation-- look how much he got out of him. in the end, tsurumi wanted to cultivate soldiers who are dogs among sheep, but of course, ogata is a cat in that metaphor…

i didn't read the manga well enough the first time and was thinking that ogata's failure to advance in the ranks was because he just wasn't really good at anything but sniping, and sniping wasn't properly appreciated by the higher-ups. while those two things are basically true, i now understand that he couldn't get promoted because he didn't attend the necessary school and was ineligible for any promotion above his current rank, regardless of his skills. and that's why his roundabout desire to climb in the ranks was hinged on his going back to school, which he couldn't do without the help of either tsurumi or central. so complicated…

people ship ogata and sugimoto, and i'm really torn about that. they do look kinda good together, but first and foremost, sugimoto deserves better (and he deserves a character who doesn't die at the end). i also think that the dynamic between those two is not that fun or interesting-- yeah, they almost kill each other and then save each other, etc., and that's fun, but i mean all the other interactions. i think there's not that much potential between them. plus ogata shoots him in the head. maybe that part should have come first and foremost. he does shoot the man in the head. that being said, of course, there's not a lot of great options for sugimoto to begin with, so i understand when people want to put him with ogata-- they need someone for sugimoto to be horny with, and they need someone for ogata to be horny with. like, who else do we have for sugimoto? shiraishi? you could argue for it… tanigaki? but what he has with inkarmat is pretty good, and i hate to sully canon romances by shipping against them. kiroranke? dies. anyone in the army? they're living in different worlds at the end of the story… just not a lot of great options for sugimoto, who deserves the best. also, if ogata and sugimoto had anything between them, ogata's death would make sugimoto sad, and i wouldn't like that.

shiraishi/ogata might be funny though. i like that scene when shiraishi is like "boy am i hungry!" to the man with a gun who likes to hunt and ogata doesn't say anything or look at him. (other good options for shiraishi include kiroranke [who dies] and boutarou [who dies]. that's 3 for 3 dead. unfortunate.)

i saw some ogata fanart. some artists like to give him Sneaky Squints and Crafty Grin all the time. he is sneaky, and he has distinctive eyes, but i think canon makes it clear that Sneaky Squints and Crafty Grin is a very rare special occasion thing, and a huge majority of the time he only has Glassy Eyes and nothing at all going on with the mouth. and that is the righteous truth. in a manga, facial expressions are a very important part of characterization, especially for characters who are always around but not always involved, so i prefer fanart where people try to emulate (and exaggerate) the faces a character makes in canon instead of assigning their preferred faces to a given character. (an unrelated example of this assigning of preferences would be taking two complex characters and turning one into Stoic Seme and the other into Weepy Uke. it is shocking how thoroughly and audaciously people will squish characters into those two molds. what a waste of time.) i get that i'm probably in the top 1% of sticklerism when it comes to wanting characters to adhere strictly to canon in certain ways, but it's because i strongly feel that canon ogata who is making a neutral Ogata Face 95% of the time and a rare Other Face 5% of the time is true and beautiful. to sully that by tailoring his character to your preferences is your prerogative, but to hate that is also my prerogative. not that i would ever leave negative comments or anything along those lines, ever. because that's stupid and a waste of time. the most time i will waste in that way is the time it takes to write what i've been writing here.

ogata dakimakura is permitted but it has to be ogata laid up on a stretcher, wrapped up, splinted arm, with his face all puffy after getting dumped in the river by sugimoto. or it has to be ogata standing up wearing his uniform complete with little cape and his gun on his back and looking through his binoculars into the distance. or it has to be a watchtower spanning the length of the pillow and ogata is perched in it, looking through his binoculars into the distance.

i hate the relationship between ogata and usami. usami is the ultimate slimy little dog (derogatory). nasty little freak usami. ogata is wrong about almost everything, but he was right about usami being the cheapest piece on tsurumi's gameboard. nasty little wannabe sexual predator usami. that scene where ogata's like "i'm normal, right?" and usami is affirming all the things he's wrong about, it's like, the man is fucked up enough already! i can't believe i'm saying this, but you're a corrupting influence on him! i don't like how usami calls ogata "hyakunosuke" like they're friends… tsurumi calls him that because he's manipulating him and a cool dad calls his special little boy by his given name, but usami fucking hates him, and yet he calls him that anyway. something gross about it. usami's death was perfect. nasty little death. and i liked how ogata kept quiet due to bullet in mouth while usami was going on and on saying whatever he wanted while he beat the shit out of him, and then usami left after getting shot, and ogata felt compelled to say his one-liner to himself. fuckin nerd

i like the ogata who is seriously, seriously wondering if he's being haunted by his brother's ghost.

i think my one main beef with everyday heroes scans, who did an overall great job scanlating, is that they should have kept honorifics. keeping honorifics is a tough choice to make for a translator because it can be confusing for an english reader, especially when you come across one that's out of the standard few. but i was very surprised to find upon watching the anime that sugimoto calls asirpa "asirpa-san"; i had no way of knowing that in the manga! even though she's so much younger than him, even when their relationship becomes very close, even when yelling out her name in moments of desperation, he keeps the honorific. it might just be out of habit, but i think it indicates how much he respects her. it might be small, but something is lost by omitting the -san. honorifics and the ways people address each other are very important in japanese, and because this story takes place chiefly in japan, chiefly among japanese (and japanese-speaking) characters, i think keeping honorifics would have been perfectly appropriate in this circumstance. i also think it would have clarified some things for the readers rather than confusing them. (for contrast, it would make perfect sense to omit honorifics in a story that doesn't take place in japan but just happens to be written in japanese… though some meaning would still be lost.) (side note: EH scans does in fact keep some honorifics: the ainu word "nispa.") and sometimes, omitting the honorific in a context where it is important can make the translated wording MORE awkward. the example i'm thinking of is when ogata is recovering in the hospital and the scanlation shows him muttering, "yuusaku… sir…" now i'm 98% sure that ogata called yuusaku "yuusaku-dono," even though younger siblings typically get no honorifics, because yuusaku outranked him (and also maybe to show distance between them), and that's what he's muttering in that scene. i think it's less weird to call your younger half-sibling "-dono" in japanese than it would be to call your younger half-sibling "sir" in english. it's an in-between level of respect (and distance) that doesn't exist in english. so it became weirder in english, and leaving the honorific would have preserved that meaning. well, i do respect that EH scans made their decision about honorifics in the very beginning and then stuck with it to the very end. i guess it would have been worse if they selectively added in SOME honorifics when they thought it was important. but my opinion is that they should have made the decision to keep honorifics from the beginning.

in chapter 283, ogata falls asleep on the train and dreams of his mother singing a traditional song to him about how the way there is easy, but the way back is scary. i think the symbolism is clearly that it was easy for him to kill his mother and his brother, but it's not easy (or possible) to take it back. it's a one-way path that he chose. it's another subconscious manifestation of his feelings of guilt.

now here is something i've been puzzling over but which everyone but me has probably already made sense of. i think this is the only part of the manga that has stuck with me BECAUSE i am confused by it. chapter 199, page 6. kidnapped koito otonoshin, whose father just told him over the phone that he cannot be saved, is saying something heartbreaking in reply, and one of his captors is rubbing his back as if to comfort him. what else could that be but a comforting hand? am i mistaken? and it's got to be important because it takes up THREE panels! now, if you're like me and you've decided that tsukikoi is the OTP of golden kamuy, your first thought was to want tsukishima to be the one under the white hat, and ogata is the one watching disapprovingly because he's a jerk. but otonoshin smacks and bloodies the face of man in the white hat with the back of his head, and the wounds we later see (and basically everything else) make it clear that the white hat was ogata. (then of course they put those hats on russian-looking corpses that they obtained… somehow. kidnapped off the street?) (side note: when they take the white hat and mask off one of the corpses, otonoshin should have been suspicious right away, because that guy's nose wasn't bloodied or anything. but i'll let his lack of perception slide given the circumstances. unless he remembers it in a later chapter and i'm the one who forgot.) anyway, so it was clearly ogata who rubbed otonoshin's back, which seems really weird and out of character. i was thinking that it must have been that tsurumi gave them orders along the lines of not completely breaking the kid's will and making sure he isn't too physically or emotionally hurt (or else he and his father wouldn't be usable in the future). this would gel with the fact that tsurumi seems slightly surprised/perturbed when commander koito says he's going to tell otonoshin to die for his country (because of course that's not what tsurumi wants or had planned for). so maybe ogata interpreted those orders, thought otonoshin was giving up on life, and decided that he should make sure the kid's will wasn't completely broken by providing a little comfort. and then the glare from the black hat is tsukishima with a sentiment like, "you're giving the game away, you dumb piece of shit! captors wouldn't do that! ESPECIALLY IF THEY DON'T SPEAK JAPANESE!" but another possibility occurs to me. we heard from ogata when he was pointing his gun at huci that he doesn't want to just kill someone's grandma if he can help it. he's a cold-blooded killer when he thinks he has a reason, but maybe he does have the thinnest sentimental streak when it comes to people he does not perceive as a threat. so maybe that thin streak is showing here? kidnapping some weak kid might have been the dirtiest work tsurumi had ever put him up to at that point. (did he kill his father before or after this? but was that even dirty work to him, when he felt he had a good reason?) maybe he honestly felt emotionally reluctant to traumatize a defenseless 16-year-old like that, so he reached out to comfort him without thinking. i wonder what is the fandom consensus about that page, yet i feel reluctant to look it up… but whichever scenario it is, tsukishima's glare has to be him thinking, "man, you suck at dirty work." (and afterward, ogata glares at otonoshin because he's angry and humiliated that he underestimated how much of a threat a bound 16-year-old posed to him.)

EDIT: regarding the above paragraph, i think i've realized the correct interpretation. it's not that the situation of kidnapping a kid has activated ogata's thin sentimental streak. it's the specific circumstances of the lines that were just said: commander koito saying he could not save otonoshin, and otonoshin apologizing to his father and asking him to pretend he had never been born. that combination of circumstances was maybe the only thing that could flip ogata's empathy switch enough to make him reach out a comforting hand. he probably feels with great certainty that if he himself had ever been kidnapped and held for ransom, his own father would have told him to die for his country as well, and he might even have said a similar line in response. the pain otonoshin felt in that moment was so clear to ogata that he couldn't help but comfort him... it's a key emotional character development moment for ogata... with his face covered... but of course he misinterpreted otonoshin's resilience and that's how he got his nose bashed.

i cried a lot when i first read ogata's death chapter, and i cried a lot the second time too. i think noda-sensei might be a genius… one thing that didn't register on first reading was that ogata must have enjoyed the time he spent traveling with asirpa and the others in a way, even if he didn't exactly realize it. asirpa reminded him of yuusaku, not just in her innocence, but in the way she trusted him and ate with him and joked with him and treated him as if he were "normal" (when he believes he isn't normal). ogata was yearning for familial love his whole life; he just fixated on getting it only from his father, which wasn't going to happen, and ignored what he got from his mother and his brother. yuusaku was the only one who loved him, but he got some of that warm familial feeling from asirpa and the others as well, even though he usually acted cold. (i think he said "hinna" primarily to manipulate asirpa... but maybe after saying it, he felt happy.) and now, not only did he have to deal with his mistake of killing yuusaku, but here he was trying to kill asirpa too! not only that, but he was corrupting her into killing HIM, and he thought he wanted that, but he didn't! he couldn't even accept his old guilt, and now he was foolishly inflicting new guilt, as if by compulsion! it's so painful! as he breaks down, we see him realizing his mistake in real time, how his goal of proving his father worthless was itself worthless all along, how he didn't actually need to kill any of his family, how he was following the wrong path based on his delusions and misunderstandings his whole life, and it hurts him so much… and he tries to deny it, but he's having it explained to him by himself, and he can only trust himself… whenever he felt conflicted about anything, he would just find some way stamp out the opposing view and believe in himself, but now, both sides were him, so he couldn't do that, and as a result, he was defeated. the chapter was very emotionally powerful… he died a coward's death because, never having confronted his guilt before, he couldn't imagine being able to live with it… and vasily found his body by the railroad tracks and painted his fursona.

you could ship ogata with vasily but the fact remains that they spend vasily's entire span of appearance in the manga in a fight to the death and then one of them dies. also he shot vasily in the mouth. you can't shoot a mouth with your gun and then try to kiss it later. that's inappropriate

the last time ogata shoots sugimoto, he doesn't aim for the head. it's as though he learned his lesson. but it still didn't work, did it?

i saw the ogata nendoroid and took damage from it. hate it. i don't want any more chibis...

it seems that some things are changed in the volume releases of golden kamuy. i have only read the scanlated magazine releases. i wonder if i can be content to decide that this is the end of my ogata post when i don't know if any important ogata details were changed in the volumes. i would also like to read and compare the official translation. one thing i want to see in the volume releases is if noda-sensei ever goes back and adds teeth to the white voids of characters' mouths. it is incredibly clear to me that noda-sensei truly, viscerally hates drawing teeth. that's fair, but i do prefer even the vaguest semblance of teeth to a white void of a mouth. when he does draw teeth, they usually look perfectly passable. anyway, my next project will be deciding how to get my hands on the official translated volumes and then rereading again.

i think that might be all i have to say about ogata hyakunosuke right now.

#golden kamuy #ogata hyakunosuke #hyakunosuke ogata #golden kamuy spoilers

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ronance4everbrainrot · 2 years ago

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Stranger things incorrect quote generator (feat. Russian Gang, The Girls + Will, The Babysitters and random shit)

Pt. 6

Russian Gang

Murray: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.

Hopper: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

(gay Murray rights)

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Hopper, gently nudging Joyce aside with their foot: Joyce, move out of the way so I don’t trip on you.

Joyce, their eyes enormous: You kick Joyce? You kick their body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Hopper! Jail for Hopper for one thousand years!

(idk what is going on..)

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Joyce: What is everyone for Halloween?

Yuri: I’m superman.

Russians: A clown.

Joyce: So I’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

(slay)

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Yuri: Ah shit, I forgot.

Dimitri: Forgot what?

Yuri: How do you expect me to answer that?

(I think that's their dynamic)

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Hopper: I just want someone to take me out.

Joyce: On a date?

Dimitri: With a sniper gun?

Murray: Both if you're not a coward.

(Murray getting the best lines)

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*Hopper dies in a game with ships*

Joyce: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us.

Joyce: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury.

Murray: Legend has it that Hopper still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks.

Hopper: Of course I do.

(Stop stealing his drinks, he needs them after dealing with all that matchmaking)

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Murray: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done?

Dimitri: *sighs*

Dimitri: I killed a man.

(just saying him and Hopper 👀 anyway)

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Dimitri: *sees someone doing something stupid*

Dimitri: What an idiot.

Dimitri: *realizes it's Yuri*

Dimitri: Wait, that's MY idiot!

(their dynamic)

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Joyce: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Hopper: Cannibalism.

Joyce: *confused chewing noises*

(She is, but she could also kill you)

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Hopper: We’re getting married, bitches!

Joyce: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

(wouldn't be a problem for me)

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Murray: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Joyce: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

(He'd be the best)

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[The Girls + Will]

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Nancy: Thanks fam!

Erica: Oh no.

Vickie: *cries* I love you too.

Suzie: Sounds fake, but okay.

Will: *A flustered mess*

El: Can I get a refund?

(I feel like that's their reaction to Mike saying I love you to them, at least 3 of them)

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Erica, at Suzie: You're my significant other.

Suzie: Yeah I am!

Erica, at Nancy: You're my child.

Nancy: Yes boss.

Erica, at Max: You're my bitch.

Max: Yeah I am- wait, what?

Erica, at Will: My bestie.

Will: Naturally.

Erica, Robin: HA, GAY!

Robin: Fuck you.

(just ignore the Nancy one and Max..? Also her and Suzie would be such a power couple tho, anyway, I just love the Robin one)

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Suzie: And now for a gay update with Vickie and Nancy.

Bonus: Them: *looking at Robin and Chrissy building Ikea furniture*

Vickie: Getting gayer.

Suzie: Thank you, Vickie.

(I saw something on tumblr saying Robin building Ikea Furniture and Nancy just watching her, so I added that)

(also Vickie answered because Nancy is too mesmerized)

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Suzie: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Nancy...

Chrissy: As you should be.

Suzie: No, for real, they're kind of-

Chrissy: As. You. Should. Be.

(That's Suzie meeting the Girls for the first time)

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Erica: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd.

Chrissy: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue.

Erica: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

(this is 100% Erica, tell me I'm wrong)

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Vickie: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container.

El: The cow??

Vickie: What?

Nancy: El, W H Y?

(that's when Vickie adopted El. Because I saw a post once where Max is Ronance's child and El is Chrickie's child)

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Robin, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.

(Why horses tho)

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El: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

(and that's when Chrissy adopted her)

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Erica: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?

Chrissy: No, I said "Erica, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

(You can't tell Erica what to do and what not to do, but I feel like she wouldn't do that tho)

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Suzie: Raisins. It's nature's candy.

(She would say that, wouldn't she?)

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Will: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.

Robin: way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.

(They Gays™ bonding, also it remind me of the Tik tok when Millie says "it's shocking 'it' took 3 years to come out" and then comes an edit of Will's fruity walk and the text 'it')

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Max: What's this?

Robin, hugging Max: Affection!

Max: Disgusting.

Max: ...Do it again.

(mother-daughter bonding)

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Nancy: Here you go, Erica, a nice hot cup of coffee!

Erica: It's cold.

Nancy: A nice cup of coffee.

Erica: It's horrible!

Nancy: Cup of coffee.

Erica: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.

Nancy: C U P.

(I think she regrets adopting Erica, or well Robin adopted her, but they together so)

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Robin: Define “dream”.

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

Vickie: That’s too dark!

(Her in S3? Idk)

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Chrissy: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee.

Vickie: If I was married to you I’d drink it.

(They're joking.. Or are they 👀.. Yes they are don't worry... 👀)

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Nancy: Go fuck yourself.

Robin, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

(Well Damn-)

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Chrissy: My friends say I'm the most charismatic out of the group.

Nancy: Well, you always have a smile on your face.

Chrissy: Thank you.

Nancy:

Nancy: What drugs do you take?

(Chrissy probably got them from Eddie)

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Chrissy: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

(She probably used that phrase for cheerleading once)

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El: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Erica: Please, just say fuck.

(Max can teach her)

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El: When life gives you lemons, what do you do?

Suzie: Make lemonade!

El: No, throw them back up in the sky and make life deal with it’s own shit.

(Max is already making progress)

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Nancy: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Erica: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Will: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

El: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

(you tried El you tried, also I just find Erica's funny because of the Russian Elevator thing and the falling)

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El: Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween?

Robin: Max is the scariest thing I could think of!

Max: Robin told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.

(That's love, bitch 🙏)

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Vickie: Did you miss me while I was gone?

Robin: You were gone?

(no Vickie hate, but that was me after she didn't shows up until the last two episodes)

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[The Babysitters]

Argyle: Hey Steve?

Steve: Yeah?

Argyle: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?

Steve:

Steve: ...What.

(That was when they first met, it's canon)

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Nancy, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want?

Robin: Blue flavor!

Nancy: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry?

Robin: Blue flavor! Blue flavor!

Nancy: Blue is not a flavor!

Robin: BLUE FLAVOR!

(Erica be calling Nancy a nerd)

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Nancy: Ducks are better than rabbits.

Robin: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks.

Argyle: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey.

Robin: We’re not talking about flavour, Argyle!

Argyle: Flavour counts!

Robin: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone?

Steve: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Who’s cozier?

Robin: Okay, but-

Steve: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER?

Argyle: Then why don’t we take a rabbit, a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out!

Robin: BECAUSE IT’S ILLEGAL, ARGYLE!

Argyle: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, ROBIN!

Nancy: I- Jesus-

(No ducks or rabbits were hurt in this quote)

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Eddie: What do we think of Robin?

*pause*

Argyle: *sighs* Nice pal.

Jonathan: I think they're gay.

(Jonathan has a gaydar?)

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Argyle: So Steve was just using me?

Robin: I’m sorry, Argyle.

Jonathan, trying to contain their amusement: You must feel pretty stupid right now.

Argyle:

Robin: Ok, that’s a time-out.

Jonathan: No, I was just trying to-

Robin: Go sit over there!

Jonathan: *walks away in defeat*

(Steve was using Arygle for weed or smth to get closer to Eddie and Jonathan saw it coming. I love Robin)

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Steve: We have a problem.

Nancy: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

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(derogatory)

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Robin: We have a problem.

Nancy: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

(affectionately)

Eddie: Here is my wall of inspirational people.

Argyle: Is that a picture of you?

Eddie: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

(Would he?.. He would... Or not?.. Idk... You know what, he would)

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Eddie: Thank God you were there, Nancy. I knew you wouldn't let your best friend die.

Nancy: I'm still gonna arrest you. I just can't do that if you're dead.

Eddie: Whatever you gotta tell yourself. Baby steps. It's hard getting then out of their shell.

(Nancy is a cop and Eddie (probably a criminal...drug dealer) is her best friend or well slow burn best friend (they already friends but are gonna be best friends), anyone?)

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Jonathan: Do we have any orange juice left?

Robin: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*

Robin: Sorry, we’re all out.

(When Jonathan was still dating Nancy)

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Jonathan: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Robin: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

(same timeline)

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Nancy: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Eddie: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Steve: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Robin: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

(now this, this is perfect)

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Nancy on stage: Everyone's talking 'bout climate change,but when is Steve gonna start talking 'bout some underwear change? Am I right ladies?

Crowd of People: *cheers*

Nancy: *pulls out a gun and shoots Steve until they run out of bullets*

Nancy: *reloads, then shoots Steve until they run out of bullets*

Nancy: *looks into camera after a brief pause* Who killed Steve?

(girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep queen, she slayed, she ate and left no crumbs. I was the crowd btw)

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Nancy: When I was your age-

Robin, mocking Nancy: When I was your height.

Nancy:

Nancy: Listen here you little shit-

(I love the 'Taller person is younger, and smaller person is older' thing... Because that's me.. I'm most of the time.. Well I'm always smol and most of the time older than my friends)

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Steve: May luck (and this picture of Eddie eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

(that was Steve to Robin after she said that quote above lol)

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Eddie: Robin, get that hidious thing out of the living room, would you?

Robin: Steve, Eddie wants you to get out of the house.

(affectionately, they are platonic Soulmates)

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Jonathan: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Argyle, blushing: Okay.

Robin: It's fucking summer.

(Robin did it the next day)

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Robin: *coughs blood*

Steve: Don't die, Robin!

Robin: Don't tell me what to do!

(I love those fanfics, Robin angst ✨)

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Argyle: I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on.

(the A in Argyle stands for Angel because without him they wouldn't have found El or the pizza dough freezer ✨Argyle Appreciation✨)

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Argyle: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Argyle: *turns around and helps Jonathan through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Jonathan.

Jonathan: Okay.

(yeah Jonathan, why would you break into a house?)

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Eddie: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper?

Jonathan: I feel like we've all done that at least once.

Argyle: I ate it too-

Jonathan: See?

Argyle:: -On purpose...

Eddie & Jonathan: ...What?

(he did, but I did too..)

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Argyle: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

(Jonathan be having good taste tho)

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Eddie: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Steve: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Eddie: Seize the dick.

(I'm not even surprised, but also I'm surprised that Steve knows that.. Robin taught him someway)

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Argyle: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Argyle: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Jonathan: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Argyle: Ominous positivity.

(Yes)

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Argyle: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this?

Robin, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

(I want them to interact)

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Eddie: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Robin: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Nancy walks in*

Robin: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Bonus:

Nancy: Hey Robin! Good that I found. I need som-

*Robin kisses her*

Nancy: *blissed out* wha-

Robin: *casually walks back to Eddie* ok now your turn again, Truth or Dare?

(Nancy stands there frozen for a few minutes and just walks away forgetting what she wanted to asked)

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Eddie: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

(it's just a spicy funny story)

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Nancy: Argyle-

Argyle: *sighs* Jonathan used to call me Argyle...

Nancy: ...Because it's your fucking name.

(I don't even know what to say)

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Nancy: Why don’t you go talk to them?

Argyle, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Nancy: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Argyle: They could hear me.

(Nancy trying to get Argyle to talk to Jonathan)

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Steve: Why aren’t you sleeping?

Robin: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Steve.

Steve:

Robin: ...The nightmares.

Steve: *wrapping their arms around Robin* Awwww, sweetie-

(They definitely cuddle, this is canon, this happened off-screen after Season 3, I love their friendship)

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Eddie: I like your top, Nancy!

Robin: I have a name, you know.

Nancy: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

(it's your fault Nancy, you chose her, now you have to deal with stuff like that. Also imma die on my 'Robin is a Top' hill)

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Eddie: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Argyle: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Robin: Drunk.

Jonathan: Wasted.

Nancy: Dead.

(Argyle never made bad decisions, he's too good for that, Steve just stayed silent because he'd be double dead)

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Jonathan: And here we see Robin and Eddie in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh.

Robin: Gaelic bread.

Eddie: Grueling brad.

Robin: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

(Why beans 😭 glamorous tho 💅)

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Argyle: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Eddie: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Steve: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Robin: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Jonathan: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Nancy: Mental stability, my old friend!

Argyle: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

(did that hit a little too hard? I'm sorry)

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Jonathan: The Ocean is a soup.

Steve:

Steve: Do elaborate.

Jonathan: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Steve: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Jonathan: *Tilts head*

Steve: The Ocean is a Soup.

Jonathan: The Ocean is a Soup.

(Steve got high with Jargyle)

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Steve: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Jonathan: That's deep.

Argyle: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.

Jonathan: That's deeper.

Nancy: ...You guys are idiots.

(Nancy found Steve high with Jargyle)

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Robin: Just be careful, Nancy!

Nancy: *heading out the door* I'm always careful, Robin!

Nancy: It's everything around me that's careless.

(Robin was there with Nancy when they found Steve and Nancy leaves)

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Robin, to Nancy: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up!

Nancy: *proceeds to kick them in the shin and run away*

Argyle, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Nancy cute or small.

(Nancy came back and Robin is now high too and flirting with Nancy, Nancy got flustered and angry, and left again. Argyle is spitting facts)

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Robin: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!

Eddie: Oh-? Even more humiliating than-

Robin: We are not doing this!

(Robin after she realized what she said, and Eddie trying to embarrassed her more)

(end of story)

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Eddie: Didn't you die?!

Argyle: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

(I just love the 'dude', it's so him)

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[Random Shit]

Enola, knocking on the door: Eleven, open up!

Eleven: It all started when I was a kid.

Enola: That’s not what I-

Millie: Let them finish!

(I love Enola, and this is so accurate lol)

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Enola: Millie, get that hidious thing out of the living room, would you?

Millie: Eleven, Enola wants you to get out of the house.

(Damn)

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

Millie: Cockroach ankles!

Enola: Ye- uh, what?

(Stop insulting El)

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

Eleven: Oh no, where did it go?

Millie: ELEVEN WHAT THE FUCK?!

(I feel you Millie, also idk if she's scared of spiders, but this is funny)

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Eleven: I couldn't do this without you, Enola.

Enola: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.

(I love this)

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Eddie: Go big or go home!

Maya: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.

Eddie: I'm going big!

(That's how Maya reacted (while watching) when Eddie cut the rope)

(I wrote Robin, Maya, Eddie, Joseph, Steve, Joe and with this quote and those two people it chose, it's the only good connection I can think of)

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hope you enjoyed it 👍 Um, that's it 👋 byeee, lots of love ✨🥺❤️✨

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Star Trek SNW Headcannons

This is some of my Star Trek Strange New Worlds bullshit. Feel free to scroll, followers. Scroll like the wind!

So far Star Trek: SNW has been the most Heterosexual Star Trek in YEARS. Granted, we're just a bit past halfway through the first season. There's been queer shit mentioned-ish. But compared to DISCO, this series has embraced being the gayest straight show since TOS.

I like it. Don't me wrong. The nostalgia is ON FIRE with this show. I'm just eating it up like a turtle and a strawberry. (Om...nom...fucking nom...)

But my thirst to see my queer fam represented (as well as myself) on screen has lead my brain to turn into a neon rainbow cloud of electricity with one mission: gay everyone. Gay as verb, mind you. I want to gay EVERYONE.

Now, I won't. In my headcannons I'm sure they'll be a token straight character, so don't you worry my little allies.

But I need more queer.

Get ready your hate comments, my sweet lampreys, because I'm about to RUIN some stuff.

Pike: I'm about to start ruining right now. Pike is our token hetero. He's a tried and true ally, but he has a thing for powerful feminine energy. He wants to be RULED. (But what about Spock?? You leave Kirk's bitch out of this!)

Una: Bi. Lusting over La'an. Knowing the chain of command, tho, so not wanting to do anything about it. Probably has had a previous romantic life. Perhaps has a child/children.

La'an: Lusting over Una. Follows the damn rules so same as Una. Repressed emotionally enough to have only had unsuccessful flings. Is too intimidating for most, even the butchest among them. Loves women but doesn't need your fucking labels because she's so out of touch with her romantic side that she doesn't even think about it.

Ortegas: Ace/Demi (that's right, AT ME). She is passionate as hell. She is friend. She is queer platonic with Chapel. She is loving some garlic bread and cake. She is tired of your bullshit.

Spock: Pan. I mean, if he's gonna be bi (which he totally is) it would be just as logical to be pan because there are so many expressions of gender and spectrums of anatomical and genetic sexual characteristics...why limit? Fascinating. He also has a crush on everyone all the time. Polyam as well because ¿Por qué no dos?

Chapel: Thinks she needs a man but really she just needs a family. She's in so many queer platonics she has trading cards. She likes sex. If anything she is pan. But she thinks she wants to settle down. Pines for one person while not realizing she actually wants everyone. Also has a kink for aliens. Would never tell anyone she's sweet on Hemmer. But who wouldn't be?

M'Benga: Complicated. His love is focused on his daughter currently. His energy is taken by figuring out how to save her. No time for relationships other than the platonic family ones he's making with the crew or professional specialists he's working with to treat her. He's a sweet cinnamon roll and I hope they give him happiness. I'd want him on my side. Fierce love, that one.

Hemmer: My love! Hemmer! Hello, dear! He's super gay. Has an Andorian low-key partner he connects with daily on another starship (Shran story influence). They joke about how Starfleet tries to spread the aliens out to every ship and that's why they've never been assigned together. They're casual because neither have the emotional resources to dedicate to each other in a committed way. But neither one are too invested in seeking out other partners either. Both have traumatic backstories where they are rejected by their family units. I even have his partner's name. Etnar. Also, Etnar's a botanist.

Uhura: Super into other cultures, she is super pan. Everything is open to her. She wants to know. She has compassion. Her relationships have been strong and passionate. But she is still wandering before settling down. She is focused on what's in front of her, not the future. Crushes? Oh yeah. Like Christine she can't help but find everyone so attractive but also so interesting. She doesn't know if she'll ever feel like she truly belongs but she wants to make the MOST of her time! I just can't wait to see where they take her. And unlike the other characters, I really don't need to see her in a relationship. She is a such a full character already. I just want to see what she accomplishes!

Kirk: You think I'd pass up Sammy? Nah. He's curious. He'll try anything once. He defies labels. He just does things for the sake of doing them. He gets hurt. He gets up. He tries someone else. Ends up in a surprisingly stable relationship. Probably with an androgynous alien without the definitions of sex and gender that we have. They're very happy together.

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softlilacmoonlight · 2 years ago

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Some People Only Need a Little Love - Chapter 4

Waking up before all of the others, I decide to make us some breakfast. Looking around, nothing specific comes to mind for the first meal of the day. Eventually, I decide that muffins would be the best course of action, and I pull out all of the necessary ingredients to whip them together. Turning the oven to three hundred seventy-five degrees, I pull the muffin pan out from its little nook of a home.

Having enough ingredients, I decided to make three different kinds of muffins for everyone to enjoy. Mixing them up, I enjoy the satisfaction of everything coming together in the bowl. When finished, I pour the muffin batter into the muffin pan and set the timer. The smell of my mommy's black poppyseed muffins, with lemon glaze, slowly wafts through the room. I also made her orange scones except in the form of a muffin, which I'll make an orange marmalade to pair with while eating. Lastly, I also made my grandmammy's delicious pumpkin bread muffins, with no spices like always. She never put any pumpkin spice in her pumpkin bread except for cinnamon.

By the time the muffins come out of the oven, the men slowly start to trickle into the kitchen. Thankfully, they have all showered, except Barnabas of course. He showered last night. Taking the finished muffins out of the pan, I set them onto a cooling rack on the island so everyone can grab what they wish. Lured in by their noses, the men slowly creep towards the warm and ready food. They all grab a warm and fluffy muffin, even though I didn't tell them any of the flavors. I’m guessing they just grabbed what they thought looked the yummiest to them. At that moment, I decided I wanted to have an orange muffin. I think Victor is watching what I picked, seeing as he looked at me, then picked the orange muffin also.

“Ella!” Tarrant exclaims, his voice breaking through the silence of the chewing men.

Turning towards the man, I muffle the words past the muffin in my mouth, “What! Is something wrong! I’m pretty sure they aren’t burnt! I know I…”

Tarrant cuts me off only to exclaim with a smile, “No! These muffins are amazing!”

“Thanks, Tarrant.” I laugh at his enthusiasm, and everyone seems to really be enjoying the muffins. Tarrant seems to have taken a liking to the lemon poppyseed muffins.

Willy merely rolls his eyes in exasperation with a twinge of pure delight, “Well, of course, they are amazing. Remember?” he questions the others. None of the other men seem to recall what Willy is talking about, which causes him to give them an incredulous look. “Remember last night? Ella said that she owns a bakery, so of course, the muffins are good. It is her job after all. They are still very amazing though, Ella. What I would like to hear about is this bakery of yours.” states Willy as he grabs his second muffin of the morning.

“Well, my bakery is in downtown New York City, New York. It is called The Coffee Shop in honor of my Grandpappy, Butch. He always calls the store where he gets his coffee and chats with his friends the coffee shop, even though it isn't actually called the coffee shop. It's one of his habits that I find adorable. I have so many memories with him and letting the time fly by around us, so the name just felt right. The interior has emerald green walls with a nice warm chocolate brown offset color. It has actual tables, that aren't booths, with chairs that pull out. Real tables that aren't booths make it easier for older couples, and people like my Grandpappy, to sit down and enjoy the atmosphere. At the same time, it makes it easy to combine tables if need be for bigger parties and events.”

“What do you sell?” questions Jack, slightly interested.

Shrugging, I give a basic answer to the question. “Well, we make everything from handmade kolaches to chocolate.”

“Chocolate? Is it homemade?” exclaims Willy, excitement coursing through his voice. He must really love chocolate.

“Yes. I get up and make it every morning with my staff. They're amazing. If I'm unable to make it there in the morning, then my staff is able to make the chocolate as if I was there. I even have a little area for experimenting with new chocolate tastes," I exclaim with a little chuckle. I love my experimenting area, "We make it fresh every day, and then what is left over at the end of the day we take with us and give to random people on the way home."

I laugh a little more at their uncomprehending faces, "In the winter," I continue, "we pack bags of assorted Christmas chocolates. We put everything in them from snickerdoodle chocolates to white peppermint chocolates. All of which are my own personal recipes, based on my childhood. The Christmas bags are then sold for charity purposes, and the customers know that too. The money from the chocolate goes to charities such as Samaritan’s Purse or World Vision. I actually sponsor two children through World Vision. We also have charity fundraisers for Easter chocolate, Halloween chocolate, and so forth.”

Wow.” was the only response I got out of Willy, while a couple of the other men just ogled me.

“Ella?" whispers Barnabas, "Have you ever been recognized for these deeds?”

Chuckling at his behavior, I turn around and begin to scrub our dishes clean. “The only way I can afford to do this is every year and so often is because I am a recognized business. I won the 'Number One Small Business' in all of New York City when it came to the baking category. A lot of businesses weren't too pleased with me after that, but my parents and grandparents taught me you get what you work for. I worked day and night for my business, so I earned that title. I'm able to donate so freely because I can barely keep my shelves stocked sometime. We'll make fresh things before each mealtime and by the end, the food is always gone. We aren’t even open on holidays or Sundays, yet we still manage to make everything float smoothly.”

“If you don’t mind me asking. What do you do with that profit, Ella? Surely if you can afford all of that, you either have too much money or you live a sparse lifestyle,” questions Sweeney, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, which is fair. After all, to him, that might be more money than he normally sees.

Awkwardly, I chuckle and rub the back of my neck shyly, “Well, a little bit, one percent to be specific, goes to my music teacher from growing up. It took a lot of convincing to get him to take it, even though he teased me about it when he taught me. It was always his running joke that if I made it big that I should give him one percent of my paycheck because that would be nothing to me if I was famous; however, to him it would be a small fortune. I make sure my employees have food on the table of course."

"Some goes to my sponsor children so they can eat and have the necessary things they need," I let out a little chuckle thinking of their round and happy faces. "When the holiday seasons come and the bakery does the chocolate fundraising the proceeds go to the charities of mine and my staff’s choosing."

"I also put money into my grandparent’s retirement plan on the regular along with my parents. The rest goes into my bank safe so that I can pay my bills, eat, and everything else that a normal functioning person needs to have. I usually prefer to do one extra little thing if possible depending on the income at that time. So, right now I am saving for a surprise trip to South Korea for Laura. She has no idea that this is in the plans, but I think it would be a ton of fun to go with her and explore. She has always wanted to see South Korea, so when we became friends we promised we'd go together. The rest goes to managing the store,” I state while finishing up the dishes and placing the last plate in the drying rack.

Turning around, I catch them all just staring at me as if that was a normal reaction. Thankfully, Victor speaks up... eventually, “Ella, how much do you earn?" he asks incredulously.

“It depends on the month I suppose, but the overall year average is normally around a couple of million dollars at minimum, and that's just for me to take home. I honestly can't use it as fast as I earn it, so I just continue to accumulate my own personal wealth.”

The men just blink in shock before Barnabas's brain snaps into place, “You are quite the successful businesswoman my dear, and with quite beautiful birthing hips at that."

At his small statement, I spit out the water I was drinking and start to hack over the sink. When I finish coughing, I manage to mumble out, “Thanks...” I wonder if eyes can be as big as theirs are at this moment. Obviously, they can be, but theirs' are pretty big. “My turn to ask some questions, and I want some serious answers, alright? Not to mention truthful answers. I want the truth from all of you.” It takes a minute, but they all nod their heads slowly. Some definitely agree to this a little faster than others.

Thinking of what I want to ask first, suddenly dawns on me to ask. “Why are all of your clothes so... out of the ordinary?” They all look at each other quizzically and quickly examine their's and each other’s clothes.

Jack speaks up first after their little male moment. “Well, love that's a simple enough question to answer. When you are out on the open seas every day - raidin’, plunderin’, and stealin’ - as the life of a pirate goes, you don’t dress to impress, but for comfort. Savvy?” If I wasn't a little weirded out by how deeply he was into the cosplay, I would be busting a gut over the fact that he thinks he doesn't dress to impress. Has this man never looked at himself in a mirror before? Scratch that, his ego says he definitely has.

"Jack," I begin, trying to keep a straight face, "what year do you think it is, right now?”

The look he gives me looks like he's debating if I need my head examined. “1720, love. Why ask such a meaningless question out of everything you could possibly want to know?”

“Jack, do you know what the Industrial Revolution is?” I ask the laughter dying in my throat. This isn't funny anymore. Something isn't quite right here.

Willy decides that that is the perfect moment to pipe up, “I do.” We all turn to him expectantly while he continues on with his thought. “It's the most important thing happening right now; furthermore, we are currently in the process of further industrializing Europe.” Well, this is a whole new level of development. I have two men in my midst who think they are in other eras.

“Ok Willy," I awkwardly chuckle out, "That is… cool. By the way, what year do you think it is Willy?”

He contemplates his answer, but you can tell that the emotion written on his face is confusion. Who wouldn’t be confused when asked that question? He is probably thinking of how to word this; however, it appears that he has eventually found his words, “I do not believe that it is 1720 like Jack says it is. I believe it to be 1920, but this whole situation is confusing. None of these pieces are fitting together or make sense. It can’t be 1720, it just can’t be. I can't come to terms with that with my world.”

“What about you Victor?” I ask, putting the man on the spot.

He shudders a little under the joint scrutiny, but answers nonetheless, “It was 1862 last I was aware. Surely it's not 1720 or 1920? I agree with Willy, this makes no sense.” I'm coming to that realization pretty fast as the men start to argue about who's right and wrong.

“Silence!" I yell out. The men fall into silence as I piece my thoughts together and as the million-dollar question, "What about the rest of you? Surely we can't all think that we are in a different year!”

Going through the line of men is where the pieces get more and more confusing. Sweeney says it is 1846 without sugarcoating it or trying to word it politely, Tarrant anxiously mutters out the year 1871, and Edward quietly whispers 1953. Barnabas is the closest one to me, so I overhear what he believes the year to be. To him, it's 1972.

“We have a few options here, all of which are a bit if not a lot absurd. Either we all are lying, we've been hypnotized, or what we think is the cold, hard truth. We need to get all of our eggs in a single basket here, or we just found out that we're all from different decades. Some of us could even be from different centuries.” I assert, my voice quiet and nervous.

Edward, shockingly, is the one to capitalize on this moment of uncertainty in the group. “Creating life outside of… certain circumstances should be impossible, but look at me. I am not normal, and many things have the ability to be abnormal. I think this might be possible, but that wouldn't be so bad would it. We got to meet each other!” He does have a point when he puts it that way.

“This would be very possible if done right, or if someone is close enough to Beelzebub to pull on his strength. My own experiences through my rather long life have been quite… prolonged,” speaks up Barnabas. He gives me a smile, but it holds an aching sadness. They tell a story of seeing more than he should have ever seen in his single life.

Jack thoughtfully rubs his dreads and speaks up adding his own little input, “Cursed gold and the Fountain of Youth are both quite powerful, but I've nev'r seen a cursed item that could cause this kind of magic. I've laid eyes on both, so I know that ain't the cause of the issue 'ere.”

“That still doesn’t make sense for some of us,” speaks a cold voice through the speculation. Sweeney is the one talking while eating another muffin. How he can eat through something like this, I'll never know to be completely blunt with you. “I have never seen or experienced magic, sorcery, whatever ludicrousness you wish to call this mess. It makes no sense, if it is among these terms, for me to be here.”

“That applies to me too,” agrees Willy. “I can’t speak for Victor or Tarrant, but I know I live a perfectly normal life in my chocolate factory with my chocolate waterfall.”

Quirking an eyebrow, I look at Willy incredulously. "Nothing about having a chocolate waterfall is normal..."

“I have been dragged to the underworld by a corpse bride," stuttered out Victor, as if the statement embarrassed him. "It was a terrifying experience, but Emily wasn't too bad. She was simply sad and maybe depressed, not to mention a bit clingy. However, she was quite a sweet lady,” I'm not going to start with this one right now.

We all turn towards our last recipient, Tarrant, who is also eating without a care in the world, “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” he asks with a little laugh while we all look at each other in confusion.

“Um, I’ll think on it and see if I can figure it out Tarrant,” I reply, confused by his sudden abruptness.

He just laughs and continues his happy munching on his muffin, “Where I’m from everyone's mad! Sanity is insanity, and insanity is sanity. Up is down, and down is up. Left is right, and right is left. So to answer your inquiry, this is normal because it is, well, mad!” I giggle a little, despite my better judgment. Tarrant can be quite funny sometimes so this makes sense, but it was his perfectly sane question that caught me off guard. “What I want to know is about you, Ella? What year do you think it is?”

Everyone turns to inspect me upon hearing the question, and I answer it without a bat of an eye. “Barnabas’s year is the closest to mine, yet it is still off by quite a few years. As in, a fifty years difference is between the two of us. My year is 2022," I state nonchalantly, while everyone else's mouths gape open at the huge revelation.

“Ella,” Barnabas whispers quietly, “you do realize, that this means you know our futures. You know what will happen in our decades, how it will come to pass, and all of the most crucial moments of history. ”

“Barnabas,” I say, teasing him without a second thought about if it is a good idea, “you do realize, that this means you know my past. You know what happened, and how it passed into being. You know how we used to live, and have answers to the questions that have plagued scholars for centuries and probably will for centuries to come!"

He doesn't try to hide the emotions skirting through his eyes at my words. “You're beauty and wisdom continue to astound me with every little thing you say.”

“Barnabas!" I exclaim, my face turning beet red. "The thing is, people always focus on the future and they sometimes don’t stop to just wonder about the past. All of those unanswered questions and unknown methods of the olden times. Some people would kill to know about those things,” I wish that I could know more about the past and the secrets it holds deep inside of its ancient histories.

Barnabas stares thoughtfully into the wall, “That makes sense.”

“Willy," I ask as he turns to answer the question, "tell me your opinion of the Industrial Revolution, and I'll tell you my opinion."

Willy looks at me, and quickly composes his thoughts before talking, “I know that you are judging what I am saying and will say. That much is abundantly clear. I think that the Industrial Revolution is a good thing for our society and our economic growth. Kids are able to be paid to work, which helps support their families. Another thing is that women are able to work for money and they haven’t been restricted the right to work just because they are indeed a woman. It also gives more job opportunities for people on a whole. So, I think it will be a great benefit to history.”

Mulling it over, I carefully think over my wording before bearing my counterargument to the group. “I believe that the Industrial Revolution was a horrible thing. I appreciate what it did bring to bring technology to where it is today, but I hate it in the long run more than like it.”

“Tell us your reasoning Ella,” replies Sweeney, his eyes narrowing into their signature threatening look. “Prove why we should believe your opinions over Willy's.”

Shaking my head at their antics, I go to explain my point. Not everything is a standoff, but merely an exchange of opinions. “I’m not saying any of this to smack talk Willy in any way, shape, or form; however, it's important to show the differences in opinions between the time periods. To illustrate my position, I am going to poke into Willy’s little speech and use what he said to make my point. Is that okay with you Willy?” He nods his head, so I take that as a go-ahead.

“From my point of view, it was horrible for the working people. From a modern standpoint and the way that I grew up, it was a terrible time. The children were producing child labor; in other words, they were paid practically nothing for the work they were producing. Any concerns for safety were out the door, seeing as many people were mutilated or killed in the factories. Women and children were only paid a third of what the working men were; hence, why they were employed. Employers could employ women and children for less and essentially get free labor. Eventually, machines came into the picture, and that left many unemployed as their jobs were taken over by machinery."

Willy's head tilts as he considers what I have said, “That has never occurred to me. Do you have a story you could tell? It would help me further understand your point of view.”

Taking a much-needed moment to think about the question, I eventually remember the perfect story. It is horribly gruesome, but I think it is important that everyone understands and sees the cruelty of the Industrial Revolution. “There was once a girl named Mary Richards. She was known in the textile factory as being a pretty, young girl. At the time, she was no older than ten years of age.”

“Now," I pause dramatically, "Mary attended to a drawing frame. One foot below that was a shaft, and that was where all of the frames were turned constantly. Before I continue the story, I advise you to leave if you easily get queasy.” I wait, but no one moves. It seems that they wish to stay and their stomachs are stable, “Excuse me for a moment.”

Running to the bathroom, I throw up in the toilet. After a couple of minutes of puking and eventually dry heave, I tiredly sit against the wall as I collect myself. Grabbing a kleenex, I wipe my mouth off of the puke. Standing up, I quickly flush the toilet as I walk a lightheaded wobble back out by the others.

“Are you ill, love?” questions Jack for all of the worried men.

Grabbing a glass of grape juice, I drink it to get the nasty aftertaste of puke out of my mouth. Regathering my thoughts yet again, I prepare to continue with the story. The men are all looking at me as if they expect me to keel over any second now. “I'm sorry. I hate this story, and I feel nauseous every time I tell it.”

Willy looks at me gently as he whispers to me, “Ella, you don’t have to tell us the story if it makes you so uncomfortable.”

“No, this is an important thing to talk about, and I intend to tell you.” Taking a deep breath, I calm myself before continuing. “One night, while Mary was attending to her drawing frame, her dress got caught on the turning frames that were under the shaft. The poor girl was pulled into the frames before anyone could prevent it, and it was said by the factory workers that you could hear the most gut-wrenching screaming coming from the poor girl. The manager saw this occurrence and rushed over to help as fast as he could, but it was too late. Mary was already trapped between the frames. The factory administration stopped the whole sector, but by the time they got her out of the frames, it was far too late to save her. After the incident, she was barely recognizable and the pretty girl from before was gone.”

Slowly, Willy stands up before making a wobbly run to the restroom. At this moment, I'm sure we can all hear him puking. I know I can. Victor stands up and weakly grabs a glass and fills it with water. Drinking it, he slowly sinks down onto the sofa in thought. I can assure you that no one is eating anything now.

I myself stand up and go into the bathroom to gently pull back Willy’s hair. He doesn’t protest my aid, so I gently rub his back in circles. Eventually, he is doing nothing more than a dry heave. Eventually, he sits back and I can finally see his face clearly. In this moment of weakness, I realize that I hate watching him cry. It does not suit his demeanor. Grabbing a washcloth and gently wiping off his face, I pull him close to me and gently hold him in my arms as I rock him back and forth.

“Willy, which toothbrush is your’s?” I gently question him as he remains in my arms. He shakily points to the brown one in the myriad of colors. “The brown one?” He nods his head in confirmation. Grabbing a cup of water and the toothbrush, I put toothpaste onto the toothbrush and fill the cup up with some water. “Willy, are you able to brush your teeth and drink some of this water for me?” He does as I ask and when done, I gently lead him into the living room. It seems that everyone had the same idea as us while we were in the restroom.

Sitting down on the couch, Willy sits right next to me. He immediately snuggles into my side, but immediately backs off when he realizes that he is doing it. He looks slightly ashamed about it, which he has no reason to be, but then I remember that he is from an entirely different era. The boundaries of life he knows are so drastically different than the ones I grew up with. Turning towards him, I cusp his cheeks and look him in the eyes, “Never, ever, be ashamed to snuggle me. As long as you aren't touching what you shouldn't, you can always come to me and ask for me to hold you.” His eyes well up a little, before he dives into my side, hugging himself tightly against me.

“Now, I have noticed something that has been subconsciously bugging me and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. This place is a… mess to put it lightly.” Looking around, they seem to be quite confused as to what I mean. “Guys, come on. We need to clean at least a little bit of this place. Do you want to live in a dump?” Begrudgingly, they all shake their heads no in agreement, though I have a sinking suspicion that some of them - Jack - are used to it.

Heading to the bedroom, I manage to find all of the cleaning supplies. Why it's all in the bedroom... I honestly cannot tell you. While I hate cleaning, it is much better than living in a dump every day. At least I have a sense of hygiene over laziness, but my Mommy would have disagreed with me on that. Looking through the cleaning supplies, we thankfully have plenty of supplies. Grabbing the toilet bowl cleaner, the anti-bacterial wipes, glass cleaner, and finally the spray tile cleaner, I shove everything into one giant bucket. Quickly, I add a rag and a scrubber to the bucket, and I head out to rejoin the boys.

Coming out of the bedroom, I exclaim in a singsong voice, “Alright, it's time to clean! Yay!”

“UGH.” Men all have one reaction to cleaning, but under the surface, I vibe with it. I really hate cleaning.

I smile with a sweet sarcasm that comes quite easily to me, “I know we are all sooo excited! We’ll have so much fun!” Collectively, they give me a face with the underlying meaning of shove off and I start to drag them around to begin the long day ahead of us.

#ella powers #sweeney todd #demon barber of fleet street #barnabas collins #dark shadows #edward scissorhands #willy wonka #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #tarrant hightopp #mad hatter #alice in wonderland #victor van dort #corpse bride #jack sparrow #johnny depp #some people only need a little love #k!dnapped

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 3 years ago

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Cinnamon rolls are perhaps the perfect dessert. It's impossible to screw them up. Even the worst cinnamon rolls are okay cinnamon rolls; the worst thing you could say about them is that they're unremarkable. I've never had one that was offensively bad. Sure, I've had a couple that I wouldn't want to eat a second of, but I didn't hate them and I didn't throw them away unfinished; I could have eaten a spoonful of brown sugar and cinnamon and had the exact same level of enjoyment, but that doesn't change the fact that brown sugar and cinnamon taste good.

It's not like pizza. Some people say that there is no such thing as bad pizza, that even the worst pizza is okay pizza, but they are wrong. Bad pizza is inedible. I'm talking mass produced, frozen and thawed and refrozen and thawed again, dollar store, elementary school cafeteria, bullshit pizza. You know the kind I'm talking about. It's cardboard covered in red and yellow paint. It's a glorified cracker with ketchup and an indestructible layer of Cheese-Flavored Dairy Product™ that all peels off on the first bite. Pizza is so variable that everyone is gonna have a different definition of what constitutes "good," but I think everyone can agree that cinnamon rolls are good, full stop.

#cinnamon roll #pizza #i speak the truth #and you know it

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marypsue · 3 years ago

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how about Danny Phantom?

the first character i ever fell in love with: Sam!

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: I wouldn't say don't like, but it is infuriating how the show just refused to acknowledge Sam's flaws or pretended they were strengths, and it got especially egregious towards the end of the show.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: For the same reasons, I don't find Sam/Danny as much of the uncomplicated positive as I used to.

my ultimate favorite character™: It is...still Sam, haha. I just see a lot of my teenage self in her.

prettiest character: I mean, they're all cartoons. I can definitely look at Vlad fanart for a significant amount of time, though.

my most hated character: Whoooooo in season 3 annoyed me the most, who in season 3 annoyed me the most...

my OTP: It was Sam/Danny for a very long time but these days it’s mostly Vlad/letting his hair down. Show us the locks, old man!

my NOTP: Vlad/Maddie. I’ll fight you. (As usual, there may be exceptions made for interestingly fucked-up AUs and/or triad scenarios.)

favorite episode: Oh man it’s been a million years since I watched the show, but I remember having a particular soft spot for “Pirate Radio”. I just love ‘ordinary people working together defeat supernatural threat’ and ‘the peripheral supporting cast get drawn into the Secret World somehow’ and ‘rivals/enemies/nemeses are forced to team up against a greater threat’.

saddest death: I mean technically nobody perma-dies but also technically all the ghosts are dead. But we don’t actually know from canon how most of them died, and Poindexter’s afterlife is sadder than his death imo - what about that Danny clone who melted? I think his death. He didn’t ask to be made! He had no idea what was going on! He was, like, minutes old! None of this was his fault!

favorite season: It has, as mentioned, been a million years, but I think season 2 was really where the show hit its stride.

least favorite season: Season three can eat my shorts.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: I just don’t caaaaaaaare about Dan that much. There really aren’t any other interesting stories to tell about him. I’m okay with never seeing him again.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Sam. I would love the show to have acknowledged her hypocrisy and ‘not like other girls’ nonsense. Also, Vlad is a terrible human being but oh my god he’s so much fun.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Jack you sweet, well-intentioned dingus, go eat some fudge and stop firing ecto-weapons wildly and overenthusiastically into things that are not ghosts.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: eh, not really anything I can think of? Maybe Future Valerie and Dan? You could do interesting things with that if he was...slightly less omnicidal.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Again, I don’t know if I really have one? Somebody mentioned shipping Jazz and that punk she tried to psychoanalyse in a throwaway gag one episode once, and I could get there.

#chatter #danny phantom

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dekuspet · 4 years ago

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Oblivion - Part 1

Deku/Izuku Midoriya x Reader x Kacchan/Bakugou Katsuki

Part II here!

Genre: Angst, Fluff

"He told me he'll never leave. He lied."

"I love you. You're the most beautiful thing I ever laid my eyes on. I'll never leave you.", he said to you as he speaks between your kisses.

"We will make a family. We will make little Bakugous. How many kids do you think will we have?", he smiled.

You laughed sarcastically as tears started falling down your eyes.

"Why are you laugh-crying?", the man who's eating your pussy was shocked. Who is he? You don't know either. You just fuck around. Fuck with strangers. Then leave. No strings attached.

Afterall, they'll all just leave you. They will, you know that.

You continue laughing sarcastically. The man who's about to fuck you isn't horny anymore.

"Damn, kid. Go see a doctor. You're creeping me out.", he left right away.

Ah, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You did it again. Is it because of the alcohol and your low tolerance?

Why do you keep remembering that shitty asshole? Earlier, you're horny. And now you're left, horny and sad.

You laughed again. Maybe you're really crazy. It's been five years. Five. Goddamn. Years.

You sighed. You force yourself to get up and move your ass to go home. Or maybe find another fucker to fuck? Afterall, you're still horny.

You have no problem getting fuck again and again. As long as there's condom.

No, it's not because you don't want to be pregnant.

Hell, you would want to be pregnant. Really.

"Little Bakugous"

Ah, again. You're real shit. You keep pitying yourself.

"You're infertile. You can't have babies. I am sorry Mrs. Bakugou."

You covered your ears as tears fell from your eyes.

Make it stop. Please. Make it stop.

"Aah babe, faster.", you stopped crying for a little as you heard your door bang. The two persons look like their about to fuck. You really can't see them clearly. You're to lazy to wear your eyeglasses.

Ow, maybe wrong room? Well, you don't give a fuck. You're leaving anyways.

You're about to leave, muttering sorry but not bothering to look at them. But the guy held your arm.

"Y-y/n wait!", you turned around. Now closer. You saw who is it with your puffy eyes.

Those curly green hair partnered with green caring eyes.

"I-Izuku! H-hi!", you smiled forcefully.

"Hey babe. Who is she? Aren't we going to fuck? Or will this be threesome?", the other gurl said.

"I-I am sorry. I am not in the mood to have sex. I-I can find you another partner.", the girl looked at her with disbelief and she slapped him as she called him asshole. She left right away.

"I didn't know you can be an asshole sometimes, Izuku.", you laughed a little. Izuku scratched his head.

"I-I just want to comfort you. You looked like you just cried.", he said. You smiled. He's still the same caring, innocent boy. You both sat at the corner of the bed in the private room at the bar.

They know what happened five years ago. Well, not really everything. They don't know you're infertile. They just know the decision for your relationship is mutual.

You laughed sarcastically again.

"Hey, are you okay?", You looked at Izuku as he held your shoulder. Am I okay? It's been long since someone asked you that. You got teary eyes. It's like all your emotions are triggered to be released.

"I am not, Izuku.", you cried loudly. He is hesistant at first but he hugged you. You told him the whole story.

"I am sorry Katsu, I can't give you a child", Katsuki is silent. He is confused.

"Give me space.", he said as he left. He didn't return for days. You let him.

Your eyes sparkled as you heard the doorbell. It's probably Katsu.

You opened it and you saw Katsuki holding a paper.

Divorce papers.

"I am sorry. I want to have kids.", he didn't look at you.

Your heart clenched but you didn't cry. You signed it rightaway. When he left, you cried until you had enough.

"I am here. Ssh. I am here.", those comforting words. Damn. You don't know you need those. You acted tough when you and Katsuki separated. So no one will worry about you.

But not until now did you realize that you need someone to lean on.

It's been hours of you crying. And Izuku patting your back. Izuku's clothes are wet with your tears. Then you stopped. You looked at him and you raised your hands so he'll face you. He looked at you with troubled eyes, like he don't know what to say. You kissed him fast.

He's shocked. So he pushed you lightly.

"What are you doing, Y/n?", he asked as he looked at you with different emotions. He is sad, confused. You rubbed him down there as he moaned.

"I know you're horny. You set it aside to comfort me. I am horny too. Let's just follow our bodies. This will just be for one night. We will forget it afterwards. We will remain friends, okay?"

"B-but I don't have condom."

"Ssh, as long as you're not sick.",you didn't let him respond as you pushed him on the bed.

"Oh fuck.", you held your head. It hurts so much.

"Good morning, Y/n.", you heard Izuku said as you muttered 'morning'.

Eh?

Eh? Izuku?

"I-Izuku!", you jumped out of bed as you remembered what happened last night. The blanket on your body fell and your body is exposed to Izuku. Izuku's jaw fell and he hurriedly turned around.

"I am sorry, Y/n!", you laughed at him. He is still innocent. He acted like nothing happened to both of you last night.

And you must admit, he isn't innocent in bed.

You quickly picked up your clothes and you moaned as your head hurts again.

"I bought medicines for your hangover. Let's leave afterwards and let's eat breakfast.", he turned at you and he smiled.

Izuku has a simple car. Of course he'll have a simple car. Even though you know Izuku makes lot of money because he is the number 1 hero, you expected this. Afterall, he doesn't like being flashy.

And maybe he bought lots of All Might Action Figures, even he is the current number 1 hero.

You both reached a restaurant. He removed his seatbelt and muttered a wait to you. He'll probably open the door for you. As he run to open your side of the door, a guy wrapped his hands around Deku's shoulder. You look at the smiling blonde with that red eyes. Bakugou Katsuki.

You know Katsuki and Izuku are in good terms now. Katsuki isn't bullying Izuku, and he didn't hold grudge for Izuku being the Number 1 Hero.

"Oi! Who are you with? You got a date?", Katsuki said.

Izuku is hesitating if he should open the door so Katsuki opened it. His grin fell as he saw you.

"Y/n."

You gulped. You feel like your legs are becoming jelly. You can't move. Izuku held his hand for you so he can pull you out.

"Kacchan, we are just go-", you stopped Izuku.

"Why are you explaining Izu, you're so funny.", you playfully hit him and you wrapped your hands around his arm.

"I'm so sorry, Bakugou, but I gotta snatch your friend. We're really hungry.", you smiled at him as you didn't let him say another word. You and Izuku entered the restaurant. You are glad Izuku let you drag him.

Katsuki is staring at you as you walked. You called him Bakugou. And you are with Deku. He is confused.

Why?

He has lot of questions. He felt like he is betrayed, even though you two already separated.

Deku doesn't know the bro rule.

Katsuki sighed as he left confused and angry.

You and Izuku ate and bid farewell after.

Afterall, you agreed that it's just one night stand.

Izuku become closer to you. And now you're somehow angry. He pitied you. That's why he's caring. You don't want to be pitied.

"Hey Y/n.", Izuku showed again at your agency with a bento box. You admit, you love his homemade food but you're both getting rumored dating as he always show at your work.

You pulled him and you brought him where no one can see. He is looking at you, confused.

"Look Izuku. Stop this.", you looked at him seriously. He looked hurt. He stare at the floor.

"Okay. Just, take this. I'll not bother you anymore. Call me if you need someone. Bye.", he left looking sad. Then you became guilty. You can't hurt this Cinnamon roll. So you run after him.

"Okay, Izuku. I am sorry. I just, don't want to burden you. You have problems too. And I don't want to trouble you with the rumors.", you told him sincerely. He held your shoulder.

"You will never be a bother to me. I am your friend, Y/n.", you smiled at him. You muttered a thank you. He smiled before he turns to leave the agency you're in.

"Let's meet at friday! Let's drink! Usual place!", you shout and he turned back to nod.

You both part ways. Your friendship with Izuku became stronger.

People gasp as Ground Zero attacked Deku. Kirishima and Kaminari stopped Bakugou. They all work at the same agency.

"Man, what is wrong with you.", Kirishima glared at Bakugou.

"That fucking traitor don't know bro rule. Deku, you don't date your friends ex!", Bakugou is loud. Fortunately, they're still at the agency and all heroes here will not betray them, probably.

"I am not doing anything! We are just friends!", Deku whispered.

"Fuck that friendship. What kind of friends meet early at the morning and eat breakfast? Remember Deku, bros before hoes. We are in good terms, man.", Bakugou is still angry.

"Y/n isn't a hoe. Stop being an asshole. She needs a friend. What you did isn't nice, Kacchan. She needs a friend.", Everyone's surprised as the Number 1 Hero glared at Bakugou as he left right away. Bakugou avoid his eyes as his guilt eats him.

You wake up feeling nauseous. It's Sunday. You know you didn't drink alcohol last night. You ran to the bathroom and vomit. You breathe heavily. Realization hit you after you vomited.

No this can't be. How?

"Congrats, you're 2 months pregnant.", you looked at the doctor, horrified. The doctor sense it.

"Is it an unwanted child?", she asked.

"No. I want to have a baby. But I am diagnosed as infertile.", you said.

"Did you get second opinion? If not, maybe the doctor's wrong. We have checked it Miss Y/n, you're really pregnant.",she sais as she smiled. She left you alone.

Ow what the fuck. You didn't have sex with anyone in the last 3 months.

Just Izuku.

You're confused. You are glad that you are fertile. But, what would Izuku's reaction will be?

You know he'll accept it. He's kind. But what if it'll hinder his work and dreams?

You shrugged the thought off. You walked to your car to visit Izuku.

"Deku!", Katsuki is knocking at Izuku's apartment.

"Kacchan!", Deku opened the door and let Katsuki enter.

"I'm sorry. I doubted you. And I understand that I became an asshole with Y/n. I thought I needed kids. But after we broke up, I can't find a wife. They're not y/n. I don't want kids. I want Y/n. But she is distant to me after we broke up. I didn't have time to apologize.", Izuku rolled his eyes internally.

"Kacchan, you should apologize to her.", I'm glad you're a dick so I can have chance with her.

"I-I don't know how." Figure it yourself, dick.

Both Katsuki and Izuku turn around the door as the doorbell rang.

Who could it be?

You rang the doorbell. You planned to say it at his face right away. You held your breathe as he opened his door and you pushed him in right away.

"Izuku, I'm pregnant.", Izuku looked shock. You saw blonde hair behind Izuku. Oh fuck.

"B-Bakugou."

Bakugou when he found out that you are pregnant with Deku's child even though the reason that you two broke up is you being infertile, add up with the fact that Deku said you two are just "friends":

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emachinescat · 4 years ago

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I've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.

My Thoughts on S1E2, "Metal Saw"

Seriously love the music in this show!

THE FREAKING BELT GRAB. You can tell they've done this kind of thing before.

I always love it when Jack and Mac have heart-to-hearts in the middle of super intense, dangerous situations. Like... it's sweet, but time and place, guys?

"Hi, I'm Jack." Nervous Jack is bebby.

Ew, sweat. Like, I know it's "realism" to have sweat stains on clothes in situations like these, but that's one bit of realism I can always do without. Gross.

Is that a bit of PTSD I'm seeing with Mac there on the couch? That's a kind of realism I can always get behind.

Riley finding Mac and Boze in that compromising position will never not be funny. "But he was on top." I love Riley more every episode.

Riley is a really good liar from day one.

I love the joke about ex-cons benefiting from being in relationships with stable people (i.e., fake boyfriend Bozer), then the immediate cut to Bozer with his whole arm inside the vending machine. Great stuff.

Love the Riley and Bozer bonding... right up until the cringe-tastic "Slide me your digits."

"Soon, I'm gonna woo you the same way Romeo would have wooed Juliet if they had Snapchat back in the Renaissance." Bozer and his surprisingly accurate pickup lines. The Renaissance did in fact start in Italy around the 14th century, when R&J is thought to take place.

I love all this psychoanalyzing of Mac. "Adapting is his survival mechanism." Also I'm living for Jack sticking up for Mac to Patti.

"This place has been searched by everybody and their dog." Is this a Texas thing or an old guy saying? Either way it's great.

Nothing beats the early days of Mac and Jack. Nothing. I wish we had gotten more interactions where Jack has to parent Mac: "Stop touching that. Look at me." ❤️❤️❤️

Jack so concerned about Mac and putting on the kid gloves = everything I could have ever asked for and more.

Jack has such a big heart. Poor guy, the look on his face when he sees that the reporter is actually Sarah...

Paperclip sculptures: When I first started watching the show, I thought they were lame. Now I miss them so much. Does that mean I've gotten lamer or that they were always cool and I was always lame?

"Closest time I ever came to coming home in a box." Oof. This line hits different now, and not in a good way.

I just love how Jack is this big tough ex-Delta who is so open about his emotions, particularly with Mac. And the way Mac reassures him... Their bromance is top-tier.

"Oh, like when they invented fire!" Another zinger.

Mac grabbing that giant cigar right out of that dude's mouth 😂😂😂

Love some good fight-scene Mac whump! 👏👏👏 And bar fights are always a blast!

Riley with the car door - such a boss. "What? You told me to stay in the car, and I did."

I've seen some people say they don't like S1 Mac's hair. I kind of dig it, to be honest. He looks like he's 5, but I love it.

Mac has made a lot of DIY cutting torches in his time, but they never get less impressive.

Jack trusting Mac to save Sarah while he keeps watch is just *chef's kiss*!

These early episodes have so many MacGyverisms. One right after the other. It's awesome.

I've never been a big fan of the dark either, Mac.

The first scene with Mac and Sarah is so beautifully tense and whumpy (he way he scrabbles for purchase, gasps for breath, that hitch in his voice as he tries to squeak out Jack's name) that I had to rewind and watch it again.

The hopeful disbelief in her voice: "Jack Dalton came for me?"

Sarah can kick some serious ass. I can see why Jack likes her. Too bad she's about to lead him on the rest of the episode, while actually having a fiance...

Sarah: *leans out of car, shooting her weapon with deadly, terrifying precision* Riley: I agree, this woman should not have kids. 😂 Everything that comes out of Riley's mouth is gold.

Riley asleep in the back of the car while Mac sits quietly and Jack and Sarah have a sweet moment is like mom and dad with the kids in the backseat. Except mom has a fiance and hasn't told dad yet, even though she's had ample opportunity.

Because seriously, Sarah. It's not that hard to tell him the truth. Giving him those big eyes and flirting with him, thinking he has a chance is just cruel. I have never liked her character, and this is why.

Mac and Jack giggling about Jack's crush on Sarah like middle-school girls is life.

"You're just gonna have to let that go." Man, I love their relationship.

Gosh, the scene where they find Luis always hurts so badly. These early episodes did not play around.

"There isn't always time to beg some suit back home for permission to do what's right." I'm not a fan of Sarah, but I love this line. Also, this is pretty much the synopsis of the whole show.

Riley's hair used to be so LONG! 😍

The loyalty of these three! And I love the OG trio so much.

This sleazy guy in the computer place makes my skin crawl.

Love how Patti's like, "Mac will be back by then." Not Jack, not Riley. Just Mac. Can we say teacher's pet? I actually lowkey love this though.

"Who is this guy?" Much like Doctor Who's "It's bigger on the inside," I never get tired of people being equally amazed and confused at the stuff Mac can do.

I've never been the biggest car chase junkie, but Barrios jumping over the car using that log in the road is pretty dope.

Sarah's rage is chilling. And Jack talking her down breaks me every time.

Again, I love the loyalty of our team. Everyone sticks up for each other, ending with Mac's totally unbelievable but still somehow 100% genuine "It was me. I forced them." TOO good.

First mention of Oversight this early. Just thinking about who it is that doesn't like unsanctioned ops just makes me 😤 I wonder if the writers knew who OS was at this point or if it was a later development.

I do wish we could have gotten more conspiratorial, approving Patti. She's so much better than expressionless, bland Patti.

The way Sarah never told Jack about her fiance Jeff (who is in fact a cinnamon roll but still a discount Jack) pisses me off. "I tried to tell you." Yeah, right. It's not that hard to say, "Yo, I'm in a relationship."

Jack NEVER should have found out about Jeff the way he did. There's no excuse.

It's not okay, Jack. She did you wrong. You didn't deserve that. Stand up for yourself, man. Gosh, he's so broken here, and I hate it.

"At least we have each other... Don't look at me. I know how weird it sounded." THESE TWO I SWEAR 🤣🤣🤣

Poor Mac. I do love how we get his obsessive tendencies so early in the show, and how they keep coming back, even as late as season 5. As someone with clinically diagnosed OCD, this makes me feel seen and I love being able to relate to my favorite character.

Love the found family antics at the end. Riley and Bozer making dinner while Mac and Jack play basketball? Perfection.

Lol, Bozer calling Riley a "caramel goddess" has such Schmidt/Cece vibes from New Girl, and I dig it!

Ew. More sweat. I know some people find sweaty men attractive, but that is NOT my vibe. I prefer my men clean and freshly laundered.

The way Riley glances back over her shoulder at them as she walks away, as if to make sure they're really there, that this is actually real!!!

"That's not even... that's true, actually. That's sad." Jack 🤣 Also, "I'm hungry." Big mood.

As a Grandpa Harry stan from the OG show, I eat up any mention of him in the new one. I just wish we'd gotten more of that wonderful man in the reboot. Still, I'll take what I can get!

I'd honestly forgotten how much I enjoy this episode! So solid, full of bromance, found family, and lots of good-natured bickering. Can't wait to watch the next one, hopefully tomorrow! In the meantime, please keep fighting for our show! Together we can #savemacgyver!

If anyone wants to join me in my re-watching and tweeting adventure, please do! It's my way to take about an hour a day in my busy, busy life to commit to the #savemacgyver movement. (And to enjoy my favorite show yet again!) If you do tweet as you watch, make sure to tag EVERY tweet with ONLY #savemacgyver so we can keep that hashtag trending! :)

Thanks for letting me share my (numerous) thoughts on this episode. This was really fun, and I hope it's something you all enjoy, too. I'd love to know what you all think of the episode in the comments! ❤️

#macgyver #jack dalton #riley davis #wilt bozer #macgyver rewatch #my thoughts #episode review #save macgyver #we can still save our show #s1e2 #metal saw #emcatreviews #spoilers

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shadowknight465 · 4 years ago

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Sons of the Moon

Is the warlock is evil as the legend said? If so then why do those things so that he can make my scythe?

Nightmare thought quietly while taking Dream to a road trip. He stop in surprise when he heard the cries of horses. He slowly turn his head to the sound, and saw the monstrous snail. "Moon,... you're being more quieter than usual; is something wrong?" Dream asked. "Lou Carcolh." Nightmare whispers. "Really? Let me see." Dream whispers as quietly as he could in excitement. The twins look the creature in awe. Both deciding they should camp here for tonight. Nightmare grab necessary items so they can make a smokeless fire. While Dream hunted a few animals and gather some berries. After they were done they went to hunt the largest bear they could, and use it's skin for a bed; while it's paws for pillows. Because they knew the creature takes life from any valley it could, they decide to camp in a cave. "Bonne nuit, lunaire." Dream whispers, as he is frightened by the desperate cries of the equestrians. "Bonne nuit, peu de soleil." Nightmare reply back. The dreams he had weren't as pleasant as he thought it would be. He keeps seeing so many people that reminded him of Dream turning into fire elemental-spider-like entities. He struggled to try to control his dreams when he woke up. Seeing Dream paralyzed, while looking sick to his stomach. "Is something wrong Dream?" Nightmare whispered. "I-I saw her.." Dream mutter under his breath. "Who?" Nightmare asked. "Les Lavandière..." Dream replied. "What?"

"I woke up feeling really thirsty and decided to take a drink from the river, and that's when I saw her..." Nightmare try to analyze the situation. "Who's clothes was she washing?" Nightmare asked firmly. Dream's eyes widen. "I only saw her eyes before she screamed." Realizing he forgot that one simple thing to do whenever he sees a ghost like her. "I'm sorry-"

"You're just terrified so don't be." Nightmare reminded him. The brothers comfort each other until they fall asleep on each other's arms.

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"Dream, The croissants are ready." Nightmare call his brother. No answer. "Dream?" Nightmare called out again while removing his apron. He then heard some laughing, and followed the sound of leaves shaking. Seeing a few of his bullies, and Dream on top of a tree. "DAYDREAMER! GET YOUR HIPBONE BACK DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Nightmare yelled with a hint of worried in his voice.

"Daydreamer?" He overheard a bully. "Its what my brother calls me when I'm in deep trouble, or if he's worried." Dream answered. " Daydreamer." Nightmare calls again. "I got to go, see ya." Dream told everyone goodbye. "Is something wrong?" Dream walk towards him. "Breakfast." Nightmare answered. Dream got confused there's only remembers he skipped breakfast. " OH! Breakfast; what are we having?" Dream asked. "Croissants; with a new recipe." Nightmare replied as they went back. Dream took a look at the croissants, and noticed some brown stuff. "Cinnamon?" Dream asked. Nightmare shook his skull as he began eating. Dream took a bite. "Chocolate."

Nightmare nodded. As the twins were eating, Dream say something that was almost out of his character. "You know sometimes I think these chocolate croissant you made remind me at the moon."

"Because of the crescent shape?" Nightmare guessed. "That and itself."

"Hmm?"

"On the outside the moon may seem beautiful, yet plain; but if you break them you can see some dark secrets it's been hiding." Dream explains. Not knowing it made Nightmare feel guilty about giving him a amnesia spell. Plus some worrying? Maybe he's just over analyzing. "Moon, are you ok?" Dream snapped out Nightmare's thoughts. "Y-Yeah just doze off for a bit." Nightmare reply." Then again, Dream did beg Nightmare to give him that amnesia spell since no one else can do it for some reason. "Before I forget. A friend of mine is going to labor, and she asked me to see her baby, and the trip is a day away from here, plus 10 by catching up to do; so you think you can take care of the tree on your own?" Dream asked. Nightmare nodded. Knowing this is a perfect opportunity to go out at night without being question. "Sure. Just grab what you need, and I'll give you a navigation book. This time with guides." Nightmare replies. " I am not going to go till tomorrow, so I think I have some time for us to have a conversation." Dream said.

Nightmare thought about the 200 year old urban legend. How is scared of him and Dream at the same time, yet none of them said their thoughts about it.

"Remember that 200 year old urban legend? With the half demon half heroes being massacred?" Nightmare started the conversation. His first time doing that actually. "It send me chills every time I think about it, why?"

"Well it's because I've been trying to find what gender is that moon demon character is. I mean I get that the moon demon is born a girl, yet she wants to be a boy so should we regress her or him as his/her preferred gender?" Nightmare dance around the truth while trying to see if Dream also sees Moon as a boy. Even if the Moon wasn't born one. "Thank God, you were also thinking about that." Dream expresses relief.

"I thought I was the only one who thought of about that." He later explains. He took a sip of his tea. "Personally I think we should address Moon as a boy. Because if it makes him uncomfortable being a dress as a girl, then address him as a boy." Nightmare smiles. "Do you remember the other eleven urban legends where the main character is basically suffering the same thing?"

"If those characters were still alive today I want to address them as what they want to be, and maybe try to get all of them to be your friends."

"Hm?"

Dream put his cup aside. "Do you remember the stories you tell me? All of them are basically outcast just like you are; so I thought birds of a feather flock together in a way?" Dream tries his hardest to explain.

"What about the girl that had a crush on Moon? Better yet all those people that seems to be their only friends?"

Nightmare asked. Both of them knowing full well that he was referring to all 11 urban legends embodiments of evil, being outcast, for them to be scapegoats.

Dream fell silent.

Did I upset him?"

Nightmare thought. "Dream?"

Dream woke up from his trance. "Sorry, it's just... all of them are extremely toxic, or abusive in some form to those poor scapegoats; and yet for some reason I see their reasonings while feeling connected to them-don't get me wrong I'm very angry about what they done to their friend. I just wish that they could've done better." Dream answered holding his cup hastily. Nightmare thought of the 11 victims, and wonder if they're all connected somehow until.

"EKK!" Dream yelled. Nightmare realized he was in a trance again, and ran went to see the problem. "What is it?" Nightmare asked. Dream pointed at a orange golden spider that's as big as his hand on his bed. Nightmare took a closer look at it to see what kind of spider is it, so he can be sure if it's venomous, or not. Surprisingly it's not the spiders he ever read about. Nightmare knew that he has to take a risk, but he needs more information. Nightmare walk towards, and cupped the spider with his hands. No reaction.

Maybe it's dead?

Nightmare use his thumbs to rub the spider's adamant, and felt a warm beating heart. He knows he'll look crazy in front of his brother, but it's worth a try.

"Hey little guy, what's wrong?" Nightmare asked while placing it down on a desktop. The spider makes a web with the words. "My friend needs help."

Nightmare took a seat along with Dream.

"Where is your friend?" Dream asked. Spider rearrange his web. "At the fountain the giants got him." The twins look each other, then remember the new fountain.

Nightmare grabbed the spider, and place it on his shoulder. Lucky for them the bullies got away. However they didn't expect an octopus to be spider's friend. The octopus was a pretty sight to behold. Purely black with cyan colors on both the shining pattern and underneath it's tentacles.

The twins took a strong look at each other, then back at the friends.

"Dream, I need you to grab the biggest bowl we have." Dream nodded, and came back with a big bowl of salt water. The two later found a river full of sea water, and placed the octopus there. With the spider crawling on top of it. Sitting itself down like a crown as they dragged themselves to the sea.

"Kind of reminds me of us." Dream said. Nightmare turn to him. "You the octopus, and me the spider." Dream explains. Nightmare roll his eye-lights as the two went home.

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Well, this is it.

Nightmare thought as he was about to leave his home. Nightmare walked out of the village, and ring the bell to grab a wagon. Not surprisingly when the wagon arrive. The carrier, and the passengers looked at him distastefully. Nightmare got on, and kept both his hands and his feet to himself feeling awkward every situation. He can feel the horrible whispers turned into judgmental eyes.

"Where do you want to go, demon?" The Carrier asked. "T-To the ruins of the celestial heroes." Nightmare hastily answered. "Aren't celestial heroes part demon?" A passenger asked. "Why would you want to go there?" Another asked. "W-Well.. I wish to exercise the ruins. Even ghosts of demons need peace, right?" The others turned away. Nightmare felt like an idiot. The journey went on with an awkward silence until his stop. When he got off he noticed someone. However the little shadow disappeared into the ruins. He trying to catch up, but ended up losing it. He then heard a a owl's hoot follow by the sound of purrs. He look behind him, and saw the skeleton of a griffin purring at his legs. "Hey little girl what's your name?" He asked the Feline-Strigiform. Only to find a collar with a crescent moon, yet no name.

I guess, I could let the griffin follow me.

Nightmare took a deep breath as he walked towards that very ruins seeing a gallery of weapons with astrology signs in the carving on top of the room they were in. From the mercury bow and arrow to the Magic stuff of Pluto. Then he heard a voice. He turned and saw what could be a female ghost in the Mercury room crying. Nightmare then glance at the other rooms seeing more girls in their respected rooms. All have shown some parts of mutilation and hollow eyes. Their skin is like death it's self some were rotting with maggots and other bugs.

This must be the ghosts of the demons-heros.

He thought. He's not sure if he should feel happy or more scared when none of them said a word to him. Just staring. A few tried to look away from him. Because no one else is around and he's near the end of the hallway he felt like it's appropriate to talk a little.

"Are all of you really the ghosts of the demon-heros?"

"Yes?" One responded.

"Well let me just say.." Nightmare put his supplies down.

"You cunts got what do you deserved."

Then he heard the sound of giggling. Nightmare quickly turn around, and saw a young girl with purple yet Silveriest-white hair gradient, and the heaviest violet eyes he ever seen. Wearing a witch apprentice clothing. "You must be him." The girl said revealing her skeleton hands.

Nightmare look at her hands, then back at her. "Pardon me if I'm rude, but who are you?"

The girl blush in embarrassment. "Right, I'm sorry. My name is Hecate." She said. "I am his apprentice. Though between you and me; he's more like a dad." Nightmare nodded. "Can you lead me the way?" Hecate blush again. "Why do I always forget?" He heard her whispering to herself. As they begin walking Nightmare felt like he needs more answers. "So how old are you when you started working for him?" Hecate scratch her head. "To tell you the truth, i'm not sure. Maybe 2 1/2 years? Because all I remember him offering to teach me when I was 10." Hecate turn to Nightmare.

"Why are you so interested in that?"

"Because I always thought there's an age limit when it comes to apprenticeship."

Hecate nodded. "By the way,

why are you interested in necromancy? And how do you found Moon."

Hecate uncomfortably chuckled. "It's a long story. Plus he was the only family I had ever since my parents were murdered when I was just a baby." She answered. Nightmare nodded understandably, and took a look at the night sky noticing it's changed purple.

Nerco magic?

He thought. "We're here." Nightmare return his focus to the lunar scythe. The legend said that the scythe was silver, not black. Nevertheless he tried to walked towards the scythe when he heard. "You were supposed to wait for him." Nightmare turn around and saw another person standing next to Hecate.

The person almost black and white, except for should been his eyes, and parts of his hair, and appears to be missing arm replaced with what he has assume to be a magic-prosthetic version of it.

Nightmare gulped, and proceeded to ask for his name. "The name's Nox. I was an experiment partly created by W. D Gaster to travel worlds, unfortunately I got stuck in this one." "Quit it Nox, you're scaring him." He turn back to the scythe, and saw a ghost with a large wound on his chest before he turned into a person of the night. "Are you the warlock?" Nightmare asked. The warlock nodded. "I hope you don't mind me interrupting, but do do realize there's a little girl here right?" Nox cuts the conversation short. The warlock looks at Hecate, and transform to what he might have looked like in life.

"Anyway, without further interruption I guess we should get started-"

"Wait."

The warlock raise his only eyebrow. "Should we start introducing ourselves?" Nightmare suggested.

"Hmm.. I suppose we could do that first." The warlock snap his fingers revealing the room they were in is a graveyard. "Um..My name is Nightmare." He introduce himself. "Moon." Moon reply. Moon then chuckled. "At first I thought you were Nim reincarnated."

"Why would you think that?" Nightmare asked. "Because I taught her the reincarnation spell. One of my best students truly, but isn't willing to work under my wing."

"Um..what does she look like?" Nightmare asked suspiciously feeling uncomfortable.

"Aside from her clothes. Just a tree spirit with green skin, darker green hair, and a little cute tree branch on her forehead."

"That's my mom." Nightmare could easily see Moon blushed in embarrassment.

"Anyways before you can get your scythe I need you to do this small favor for the moon."

"And that is?"

"Stop the sun's children before they hurt another innocent soul."

"Are you suggesting me too..?"

"Yes, kill them."

"Why couldn't you do it?"

"My friend, I am bound to my scythe."

"Oh." Nightmare chuckle at forgetting that last part of the legend.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Aren't you already asking me a lot of questions?" Moon questioned Nightmare.

"Right.. anyways how can you talk to the moon, and are there others like us?"

"We are the moon's sons call the Lunarians, and yes there are ten more."

"Are there also Solarians?"

"They're called Solarite."

"Every Lunarian has at least one Solarite. However unlike us the Solarites contain every color of the dawn in the sun so this might help you get started on your mission. Anymore questions?"

"No, in fact I am completely satisfied that I got all of my questions answered. But so you're expecting more then what does a little light orb things that appears when I'm alone?"

Moon smiled. "Those are the little Astros, citizens of both the Sun and Moon Empire." Moon summon a base of Nightmare's scythe. "It will be done in 12 days. You can use this time to find and eliminate the Solarites. However it won't be easy."

"12 days?"

"Yes, and the moon asked me to give you some gifts. Most of them are from the Moon, but this one is from me."

"And that is?"

"Temporary Immortality. And it's not what you think it is."

"You mean I can get hurt?"

"Yes, as well every time you appear to be dead you're just in a deep sleep for a few hours."

"That doesn't sound like anything in the books I read."

"Magic always has a price to pay." Moon reply.

"But first just know that they can't be killed with just any weapon. They can be killed by our scythes. And the book the Astros gave you is a bit outdated."

"What-"

"There's actually 12 realms of hell. One is controlled by three queens."

"Oh. But my scythe-"

"You can use mine. Temporary of course. Nox."

Nightmare turned to Nox, and can tell that he doesn't like the idea of giving the scythe to him. Nevertheless it seems he agreed on it. As soon as Nox had it over Nightmare was blinded by a beaming white.

"It has been done."

Nightmare rubs his eye-lights realizing that the scythe is missing, then look up to see Moon smiling. "You know out of all the lunarians you seem to be the only one that has both his eyes-"

"Actually my right eye-light is fake." Nightmare then proceeds to take it off. "See?"

Moon stared at the fake light for a while then back at Nightmare. "Also I really like your Griffin. Is it the same one back when you were alive?" Nightmare asked. "What are you talking about? I don't have a griffin back then. Though I did have a memory of seeing a dead Griffin. Come to think of it I don't remember any happiest memories back when I was alive." Nightmare felt like he should've brought Dream along. "But let bygones be bygones." Moon offered Nightmare to shake his hand. Nightmare proceeded, and felt something off about it then remembered Dream. "You're not fooling me with your gloves."

"Hm?"

"My brother basically wore gloves all the time so I know you have a skeleton hand as well." Nightmare explains now fully knowing the full costs of necromancy. Moon took off his glove revealing a similar hand like Hecate's, yet Nightmare doesn't feel any fear. Just comfort. "By the way do you have a spare book that will teach you how to read? I want to give it to my brother before he goes on a trip."

Moon nodded, and summoned a copy of that book. From the alphabet sounding to words sounding. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

~~~~~

Should I tell him the truth about his friend, and what they really are when his back is turned?

Nightmare thought as he watch his brother packing. He tried making the visions appear to him, but it didn't work for some reason. He took a deep breath, and made up his mind.

"Hey Dream, there's something I need to tell you about your friends."

"Hm?" Dream turned. "You see whenever you're not around, and I'm left alone with them they are a bit hostile." He explains. "What do you mean?"

"I mean they would attack me, and rarely torture me. Calling me horrible names, and tells me to kill myself." Nightmare hold back his tears. Reliving the memories is worse, than him being there. "Are you telling me that I shouldn't go?" Dream questioned his brother. "No, I mean- It's your decision if you want to go or not. I'm not forcing you to stay, but i'm not gonna force you to leave either." Nightmare explains. Dream put down his belongings, and went up to Nightmare. "I'll try to get them to stop while in the trip, OK?" Dream continue on. "And I did have a new friend, and he recently lost his arm, his wife, and his son. So maybe you two can try to be friends."

Nightmare has his doubts, but he did had some comfort in his brother's words. " What's his name?" Nightmare asked. "Neil." Dream answered. The boys, then heard the whistle blowing. "Wait." Nightmare rush himself, and grab the book from the Moon. "Something for you to read."

"But I can't-" Dream looked at the book. "Does this teach you how to read?"

Nightmare nodded as The second whistle blows.

"I gotta go, goodbye." Dream said. As the golden twin ran to the cart to get to the boat Nightmare whispers to himself. "Goodbye."

#daybreak #dream!tale #uncorrupted nightmare #dream!sans #nightmare!sans #my art

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rainbowsoulofficial · 5 years ago

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My babies pt.2 owo

Age: 11

Species: Human

Soul: White (it doesn't have a trait)

His trait was determination, but all of it went inside his body to keep him alive when his AU was being destroyed. So now he doesn't have a trait, leaving his soul with a pure white color.

Frisk used to live in a zombie apocalyptic AU were LV consuming beasts, called Loved Ones, would try to infect as many creatures as they could and grind as many HP as possible.

After Frisk's AU was destroyed he was dumped in one of the Gardens.

He didn't understand how he could have survived the horrors he had just witnessed and he couldn't bear to live in a room that was determined to trap him inside with the images of his dying family still lingering in his mind.

He reached for two buttercups, which he knew were poisonous, and ate them.

But instead of abandoning life, he had created life.

Their names were Faye and Faas.

And so the F trio I love so much was born!!!

Frisk has become a very planning obcessed person since he got to live with Faye and Faas he has a very personal Bullet Journal (don't dare call it a planner in front of him!).

Faye sometimes draws a cover for it for the beggining of each month.

Because Frisk is the only survivor of his AU he is the user that has the last L.U.C.K. device (aka LOVE Universal Converter Kit), which used to be used for self-defense in his own AU, but has now become a very dangerous object in very dangerous hands (Nightmare's hands to be exact...).

Frisk used to be very rude and only care about his old family, but now I think he's finally understanding that life gave him a second chance and that's what he has to focus on right now.

He likes to collect rare flowers when they travel through different Gardens. (More on that later...). Frisk also used to aware a lot in his AU, but now he tries to watch his language ever since he met Faye.

He has a crush on Faye btw (They're my OTP...), but he's in the friendzone.

Back to the trio, when Frisk ate the flowers what actually happened is that they created two new beings to share his soul with, completely at random.

No one has a part of the soul in particular.

Because of this only one of them can take control of their physical form at once.

Sometimes there could be a arm of one of them showing and the other one controlling the other parts of the body. What I mean by this is just that they cannot exist fully, the three at the same time.

For some reason, the garden is the only exception to this rule. And the 3 phisical forms appear at the same time.

The trio doesn't age.

They don't have a trait since the original soul (Frisk's soul) didn't have one.

Age: 12

Species: Human

Trait: Same as Frisk (since the soul is shared)

Faye is the cutest cinnamon roll you'll ever meet!

She's my favorite and if something bad happens to her I will kill everyone in this whole website and then myself! (After you politely give me your addresses of course UwU).

•~°°°°~•

Faye is a huge hopeless romantic! (#I_relate)

Whenever a Sans passes by she instantly blushes and thinks she has found the love of her life.

I won't be the one to stop if you want to call her a Sans Fangirl, but... She's just so much more than that.

Faye is also a really innocent person.

She is immensely shy with new people (everyone that isn't Frisk or Faas really...) and because of this every time a Sans goes by it actually looks like Frisk and Faas are blushing since the face swaps are happening so fast you can't even see it.

Since she's the one carrying the strongest emotion she should be the one assuming control, but Faye fights it, and manages to give that effect.

(This is awesome for Ink, because he seems to never get tired of pranking the three by flirting with Faye.)

Despite her shy nature, she's extremely extroverted, bubbly and energetic with Frisk and Faas. She can even become a little annoying sometimes.

•~°°°°~•

She is a writer and has quickly become the creator with the most number of AUs, even if he's only been alive for less than a year.

She promised Frisk to never delete an AU even if she doesn't like it.

She also writes about other stuff too, that are not Undertale related.

Because she's a creator she can't visit her own AUs unfortunately.

But she sure can watch Game of Thrones with the Underfell bros. (They cover her eyes and ears. Don't worry!)

•~°°°°~•

Faye has a parasite flower on her back (though in the reference is on the wrong side).

Yeah... The flowers in the Garden can eat you in your sleep... Faye woke up with one of them glued to her back, but she actually likes her a lot.

She likes to say, and I quote:

"I really like her. Sometimes she talks to me, though you cannot hear. That makes me feel safe since, well... I'm the only girl and the group and sometimes that can be a hard thing. But I definitely don't want any more of these anywhere near me. One is enough, I don't plan to share my nutrients with anyone else in the future. I'm not that crazy."

(I could about this character for hours as you can see...)

Age:????

Species:???

Soul: Same as Faye

Faas is a mystery. No one knows what species he is (he claims he's not monster) and no one knows how old he is.

Don't worry though, behind all of that there is actually some ancient wise advice.

What we know for sure is that he acts like an absolutely egocentric jerk.

Just...

Be sure to get all the salt off first.

I made this character because at times my writing becomes very sarcastic and salty. That way I can dump all of it in here (95% here and 5% on Melissa if you read the other wiki).

Faas barely moves at all.

He floats lazily in the air and only uses his fire powers he has on his tail to slightly readjust his position in the air.

He is always hungry and asking for food and when he does get it, he's so fast you can't see him moving.

The only evidence you have is now a clean plate and possibly an empty storage where you keep all your food.

He has the record in the Multiverse for being banned from most Grillby's and its variations across AUs.

He has fire powers, however aren't very powerful however so he can't fight with them, or...

So he says. It's more likely he has never tried.

Faas has tried to escape the soul several times, but he always fails.

He says he wants to see the world, but feels trapped inside the soul the universe chose for him.

Faas doesn't trust Frisk and is always in the look out for him, to see if he doesn't hurt Faye (no matter how much he says he doesn't care).

#undertale ocs #undertale comic #undertale #ocs #meet my babies!!!!

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yoosungiib · 7 years ago

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Sorry 'bout adding another request to your list, but what about the RFA + minor trip and a MC who's overly-food-sensitive during her time of the month? Like, she sees they're out of hot cocoa or sausage rolls and totally starts to sob because she says, and I quote,"I just wanted one more,"?

I. Relate.

RFA + Minor Trio w/an MC overly-food-sensitive during her time of the month

~~~

★ Yoosung ★

Yoosung immediately threw his headphones and shut out of LOLOL when you came into his room, tear streaks down your face and your eyes swollen.

“Baby? Cutie? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did I do something?”

You shook your head before running into his embrace and sobbing into his chest.

Smol cinnamon bun is confused.

“MC? Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I… I just wanted one more.”

Yoosung crooked a brow and maneuvered you against him so he could tilt your head back and look into your eyes properly.

“One more what?”

“One more piece of cheese. We are all out of cheese, Yoosung, all out of cheese!”

Confusion. You’re crying over… cheese?

He laughed awkwardly, moving you to sit in his spinny chair and pushing the hair out of your face. “W-well, that’s ok. I’ll go get us some cheese! You just sit here and play games if you want.” He puts his coat on and is just about to go out the door but stops, turning to face you and ask, “Do you by any chance need… um… tampons?”

“You’ll get me some of those too?”

Yoosung chuckles, giving you a thumbs up and going out the door. “Superman Yoosung will do anything to save his lady in distress!”

♪ Zen ♪

He was just cleaning up his face when suddenly the bathroom door opened, you walking in with your head down.

He was about to make a joke about you being impatient but you suddenly looked up, revealing your pale face and red eyes.

Protective boyfriend activated.

“Princess, what’s wrong? Come here,” he cooed pulling you to his chest and letting you cry into his shirt.

Zen with his arms wrapped around you protectively lead you out of the bathroom and brought you to the living room. He sat you down on the couch then knelt before you, one hand resting on your thigh and the other cupping your cheek. He swiped a tear away and gave you a tender smile.

“Zen,” you sniffled. “We are out of chicken.”

His caresses stopped and he gave you a confused look. “I’m sorry?”

“Chicken, Zen! We are out of chicken!” you shouted before bursting back into tears, pulling your legs up to your chest and collapsing back down on the couch.

He was really confused for a moment, but then it suddenly clicked.

“MC? Don’t take this the wrong way, but… are you on your period by any chance?” With your head still covered by your hands, and your body plopped on the couch, you nodded, letting out another sniffle. Zen chuckled, rising once he kissed your head.

Zen would be your prince, your knight in shinning armor, and he would get you chicken, chocolates, and anything else you may need.

❀ Jaehee ❀

I mean, she probably relates.

It was time for her third cup of coffee; Jaehee just settled down her work and was stretching out the chair, tiredly walking to the kitchen,

But she stopped in her tracks when she saw you staring aimlessly into the fridge with tears running down your face.

She rushed to your side, closing the fridge and pulling you into her arms.

“MC? Are you ok? Do you need to sit down for a moment.”

“Jaehee…”

You sounded so defeated. Jaehee’s concern was growing by the minute.

Did someone hurt you? Did something happen? Did she do something? So many possibilities were spinning in her head as she tried to figure out what could have happened to make you cry. She hates to see you cry.

It’s heartbreaking.

She sat you down at the kitchen table and proceeded to rub your back, speaking softly to you ask she asked once again what was wrong.

“I was so looking forward to it,” you started, hiccuping a little as you cried. “I just wanted… one more. But no, I can’t even have that.”

“One more what, darling?”

“One more slice of pizza.”

Jaehee was baffled. She stopped stroking your back and pulled back a little, her brow crossing together and her lips parting slightly. “I’m sorry? You’re crying over a slice of pizza?”

“Yes! Pizza is the only thing that will take this pain away.”

“What pain?”

“My cramps!” Now Jaehee knew what was happening. You were on your period. She laughed a little, slightly exasperated. She told you she would order you and her a pizza once she was finished with her work. For now, she had you lay on the couch and watch one of Zen’s musicals with a blanket around you and a heating pad.

☂ Jumin ☂

Jumin dropped everything, including his cup of tea all over his important paperwork when you came into his office distraught and in tears.

He was quick to your side, pulling you to him and in his warm embrace. “Shh. Shh, sweetheart. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Crying will not do you any good.”

He pulled back and wiped at your tears, then cupping your face in his large hands and giving you a gentle smile.

“Are you in any pain?”

“I just wanted one more, Jumin.”

You took Jumin’s hand and lead him to the kitchen solemnly. On the counter was an empty box of crackers. He looked at you confused as you handed him the empty box.

A single tear slipped down your face as you pitifully said, “Just one more cracker, Jumin. They’re so good. So tasty… but they’re all gone.”

“You’re kidding right?”

Jumin is not the most sympathetic in this situation; he thinks this is pretty ridiculous and stupid.

But either way, you are crying, and he will not allow this.

He has every box of crackers at the closest supermarket purchased and brought to the penthouse. The amount bought could feed a whole country!

When your period is over, you apologize for the breakdown you had over the crackers and explain that you have always been overly-food-sensitive during the time of your month.

Jumin just laughed and kissed you. You are so different from everyone he has ever met. He really loves you, especially now learning another of your weird, yet fascinating quirks.

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

Naruto’s it to where you are. Defender of Justice can not let his 606 cry! And when he sees you in your shared bedroom through the cctv cameras crying, he’s running to you to save the day.

Jumps on the bed next to you, the bounce on the bed enough to bounce you up in the air, but fall back down into Seven’s embrace.

Shushing you softly, he tucks your head underneath his chin and hums softly.

“Ah, ah! Please don’t cry! It’s break my poor heart! What can I do to stop these tears?”

“Seven? Did you eat the last of the ice cream?”

The red head shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure Saeran did.”

“O-oh. Well then that’s ok. He deserves it more.”

“Did you really want some ice cream?” Seven asks. You nod shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Seven lets out a loud laugh before flipping you onto your back causing you to squeak, but suddenly go into a fit of laughter as he pushes up your shirt and starts blowing numerous raspberries into your stomach.

It’s not until he starts to kiss your stomach, his lips slowly going down to the waistline of your pants that you start to push him away. “N-no, Seven! You can’t go there… right now…”

He lets out a laugh, leaning up to kiss your lips then nose before grinning. “Oh, honey, please, I know you’re menstruating. Why else would you be crying over ice cream?” A deep blush crosses your face, causing Seven to let out another hardy laugh as he pinches your cheeks. “Come on, let’s go get some ice cream! And Saeran will come with us! And then we can go to the supermarket and stock up on some ice cream to have even more tonight. That sounds fun, doesn’t it? Defender of Justice 707 can fix anything!”

❆ V ❆

A huge, bright pink line goes straight down across the latest painting he was working on when he hears the sudden, pained sob.

He drops his palette and hastily follows the sound of your crying until he finds you at the kitchen table with your head hidden between your arms.

Slowly, he sits besides. He does not touch you right away; he doesn’t want to startle or upset you. He whispers your name softly until you look up from your arms.

“My shining star? What’s made you cry this hard? Can I please help you?”

You let out a breathless laugh, wiping at your face. “Yes, but you don’t need to help me.”

“Of course I do,” he says with a grin. “You’re my darling wife, and I’ll do anything for you.”

“So… you’ll get me some more carrots?”

“C-carrots? Is that what you were upset about.”

Shyly, you hid your face, but turned back towards V to playfully swat his shoulder as he laughs. “As you wish, darling. Is there anything else that you need?”

You hide your face again as you mumble that chocolates would be nice…. As well as some pads.

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

He was on the computer, lounging on the couch when he suddenly heard your soft crying coming from the kitchen.

Concerned, he put the computer down and hurried to the kitchen.

He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, gasping a little at you on the ground, clutching something to your chest as you cried.

Poor boy is confuSION.

You were fine a hour ago. In fact, you were rather chippy that he found it a little odd. You’re normally a happy person, but not like that.

And now you’re on the ground crying?

And what are you holding?

“Eh? MC? What’s wrong?”

You slowly looked up to him revealing your tearstained face. Saeran can never bare to see your face streaked with tears. It makes him sad. He got down on his knees and gently wiped some of the tears off your face.

He then looked down to see what you were holding to your chest, but was shocked to see that it was only an empty cookie box.

“Why are you holding an empty box?”

“I just wanted one more, Saeran. One more.”

“What?”

“Cookie! I wanted one more cookie! That was all I wanted but there are none left,” you wail before breaking back out into sobs.

b r u H

Saeran rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Obviously, he wasn’t gonna let you just sit on the floor and cry, but he was a little confused as to why an empty box of cookies caused such a reaction from you.

“Come on, quit crying, we’ll go to the store and get some more.” At that, you were suddenly happy once again, wiping your own tears and letting Saeran drag you to the car.

As he drove to the store, he kept thinking about your mood changes, and he was still just so confused as to why you were crying over cookies. You rarely ever cry unless it’s something dire or you’re hurt. But today you were crying over cookies.

But then it popped in his head.

“You’re fucking bleeding again aren’t you?” You nodded timmedly, a faint blush on your face. “Ah, fuck.”

✌ Vanderwood ✌

The last thing he wanted to come home to is the cries of his girlfriend. He puts his stuff down and follows the sounds of your cries.

He’s really confused when he finds you standing in front of the fridge, wiping at your face furiously.

“I just wanted one more, one more,” you kept saying.

“MC? What is this?” Vanderwood asks, slowly approaching you.

He looks in the fridge – nothing looks out of place or wrong. So why are you crying? And why are you crying this hard for god sakes.

“Oi, that’s enough crying, hey,” Vanderwood says trying to take a softer tone. “Can you tell me whats wrong?”

“I wanted one more, Vanderwood,” you say softly, looking up into his amber eyes.

Vanderwood lets out a sigh. “One more of what, MC, I need you to be a little more specific, hun.”

“One more chicken nugget. But we are all out!” you say, a few more tears slipping down your face.

double b r U H

“Oh, come on, MC, this is ridiculous.”

Has even less sympathy then Jumin. But again, he cannot bare to see you cry so he will fix this.

He sets you up on the couch with a blanket covering you and a cup of tea, and he promises to go to the store and get more chicken nuggets for you.

Truth be told, Vanderwood is really confused as to why chicken nuggets set you into a crying fit. You are not one to cry unless it’s something really serious, so what is up with you crying over blasted chicken nuggets?

Everything becomes clear to him when he sees the bed sheets in the washing pile and blood on them. Though he’s a little frustrated with the outburst over chicken nuggets, he understands to some extent that a woman’s period is painful, and during a woman’s cycle, their emotions can be pretty high.

He definitely plans to start monitoring your period.

He sucks in his pride and babies you for the day. Vanderwood has always been gentle with you, or more gentle with you than anyone else. But now knowing how sensitive you are, he works to be extra tender by willingly giving you messages to your stomach and bringing you all the tylenol you may need.

He also feeds you the chicken nuggets he buys! And he actually enjoys it. Just the smile on your face as he brings the piece of chicken to your lips is enough to make him realize he’d get you the moon for you if he could.

~~~

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