#sorry Sesame u can take a break for now

[1driedpersimmon]

Revisiting my notes because I finally have a plan for stb so I need to make an intro for what’s gonna happen hehe

[ceeceetumbles]

Love your dad Donnie fics!! Can we get a Leo x Pregnant reader fic please?? ;u; if you wouldn’t mind? 🌸✨

aww thank you!!

i know it took a while, thank you for your patience :')) but HERE'S THE FIC FOR YA

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Leonardo x pregnant female reader ~ I'm no pregnancy expert,, please bear with any inaccuracies lolol

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“Snuffalupugus,” Leo says.

You wrinkle your nose. “Snuffalupugus? Isn’t that the wooly mammoth from Sesame Street?”

He chuckles a bit.

“Leo! This is a serious thing! We’re NOT naming our baby Snuffalupugus.”

“I am being serious,” he huffs, rolling his eyes and nuzzling closer to you. “Snuffalupugus.”

You sigh and continue scrolling through the list of baby names you’d found online.

“If we’d decided to check the gender it would really really help with narrowing down the number of names we have to sort through,” you grumble, tapping your fingers against the phone case. “Uh. Maxine?”

“Maxine?” He laughs.

“Leo, we don’t need commentary! Yes or no?”

“Okay, okay! No!” He presses his face into the back of your shoulder. “You alright? You seem a bit --”

“I’m fine,” you snap.

“Wow. Okay.”

You’re laying in bed together, trying to choose a name for your baby. You’ve shoved all of the sheets off of your body and Leo has gladly stolen them; you’re laying on your left side with a pillow supporting your swollen belly and your husband trying to spoon you from the back.

You’re hot. You’re sweaty. You’re uncomfortable. Your belly is full of child and the child is making its presence known.

“Get off,” you growl at Leo.

The baby tugs at the edges of your uterus. You want to scream.

Leo scoots away from you and you growl again.

“What?? What?? I’m backing away!”

“No, no, that wasn’t at you, that was at this -- this BABY --”

It kicks again.

“It won’t settle down,” you hiss, and the baby kicks you again. “It. Won’t. Settle. Down. The past six days, Leo. Kicking. And Kicking. And Kicking. I haven’t SLEPT. I. Haven’t. Slept. At. All.”

The baby kicks, hard, and you curl around yourself in pain.

“Aww. Y/n. Darling. I’m so sorry…”

“Darn right you’d better be sorry,” you mutter. “You did this to me, sir.”

“Hey. It takes two to --”

“Don’t you dare,” you growl.

Your baby sucker-punches you in the ribs. You shriek and wiggle.

“The past six nights?” Leo climbs over you, facing you now. “Six nights? And you didn’t say anything to me?”

“Don’t blame me for this,” you mumble, trying your hardest to get your baby out from under your ribs. “I’m the one growing the baby. Don’t add more to my burden.”

“Aw, honey. I’m not trying to blame you for anything. Just -- just why didn’t you tell me?”

“What are you supposed to do about it? Carry the baby for a while to give me a break?” You sigh deeply, rubbing at your temples. “I just gotta get through this. Like every other mother before me.”

His forehead is creased and wrinkled, his eyes suddenly solemn.

“Darling. Why didn’t you --”

“Leo, you’ve been living with me for the past eight months! You KNOW that it hasn’t exactly been A WALK IN THE PARK --”

“But you didn’t tell me you haven’t been sleeping thanks to internal baby abuse.”

“Well. C’est la vie.”

He rests his hands on your stomach and the baby kicks at him several times.

“Ow ow ow,” you grumble. “It won’t. Stop. It’s. So. Kicky. It’s. So. Active. I blame you. I read books all day, Leo. I haven’t been outside in fifteen years. I don’t think it got its LEVEL OF ENERGY from ME.”

“I’m so sorry,” Leo says, wincing. “You need some… some ibuprofen?”

“It doesn’t help. I can still feel the kicks. And the discomfort. OW. Leo. Hold my hand.”

He squeezes your hand and you curl up in pain again.

“Labor’s going to be worse,” you whisper at yourself. “I know it. Labor’s going to be worse. I can barely handle this.”

He runs his fingers over the back of your hand. “You got this. Believe me. You’re the strongest person I know.”

You groan and shut your eyes tight. “It’s in my RIBS. OW. OW. It’s trying to SEPARATE my RIBS from the REST OF MY ORGANS.”

He presses his forehead against yours, still holding your hands, letting you squeeze the circulation out of his fingers. He’s feeling a heartbeat in his hands, his or yours, he doesn’t know, but he bites his tongue and lets you squeeze.

“Breathe,” he whispers, “breathe,” as you whimper and dig your face into his shoulder.

“Never again,” you’re muttering. “Never again. I hope you’re fine with one child. Never. Ever. Again.”

“Okay,” he mutters back. “Whatever you want.”

“I want to GET THIS THING OUT OF ME.”

You stay that way for the rest of the night -- you on your left side, him on his right, facing each other, holding hands. He puts on some relaxing music to try to soothe the baby down. It might help. It might not. All you know is the baby kicks and kicks and kicks and you doze off whenever you can.

When you wake up in the morning, still groggy and sore, Leo kisses your forehead and holds out a notebook.

“These are my names,” he says. “The names I like. For our baby. You can take a look? See if you like any of them? It might help it be less stressful for you. If you don’t have to sort through every single name.”

You blink sleepily at him and take the notebook.

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice groggy, and he smiles softly and kisses your lips and then cups your stomach with both hands and presses his forehead against it.

You hear him murmuring something to your baby, and then his voice trails off and you reach out a hand to touch his head. He’s asleep, fast asleep. He must have been up all night. You vaguely remember seeing him on his phone and writing, occasionally, when you opened your eyes and looked.

You glance down at the notepad. The top of the paper has your name written on it, surrounded by hearts, and a loud I LOVE YOU scribbled in the margins wherever he found the space.

You reach down and put your hand on your belly. The baby doesn’t kick; it’s probably asleep now, finally.

“You’re gonna have one heck of a dad,” you murmur to it.

[maiverie]

OMG STOP… IM BLUSHING??? IM SURE NOT EVERYONE FROM SYD IS HOT.. BUT I CAN CONFIRM THAT I DEFINITELY AM 🙄🙄 I HOPE YOU’RE DOING GOOD MY BELOVED!!! 🥰🥰 REMEMBER NOT TO OVERWORK YOURSELF AND TAKE BREAKS WHEN NEEDED. I HOPE YOU’RE DRINKING LOTS OF WATER AND GETTING THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF SLEEP YOU NEED. IF YOU EVER FEEL DOWN I AM/ALL OF YOUR FOLLOWERS ARE HERE FOR YOU!!! WE’RE NOT ONLY HERE FOR YOUR AMAZING WORKS BUT HERE TO SUPPORT YOU AND FANGIRL/FANBOY OVER YOUR TALENT!!! COUNT US ALL AS YOUR FANS YOU LORD SAVIOUR 🤍 ANYWAYS,,,, YOU ALREADY GOT ALL MY ATTENTION BAEE… SO WHATS THE NEXT STEP TO THIS MARRIAGE? A HOONIEMOON? ;) Jk I don’t have money for that 😩🙏…. Unless…?

owjiefjoiweoij i KNEW IT WE BEEN KNEW YOURE A SEXY BEAST AIGHT???? and oh my gosh PLS im the least hardworking person ever DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT ME WORKING TOO HARD OKIE'///// im lazy af iTS WHY I JUST UPDATED OPEN SESAME AND I COULDNT EVEN BE BOTHERED TO PROOF READ IT IM SORRY ;-; but ooft noooo i hope you're taking care of urself too bestie?? :<<<<< YOURE SO KIND AND CONSIDERATE WTF DID I DO TO DESERVE U??? AND PLSSS U KNOW IM HERE FOR U TOO WTH??? and STFU SELENA YOURE THE WORST I HATE U SO BAD IM LEGIT NOT EVEN ALL THAT BUT U ARE FR THE BEST HYPE PERSON EVER STOPPPPPPPPP im legit blushing aight this wedding has to start ASAP ??! did my parents pay u to say all this shit bc WTF STOP THIS RIGHT NOW AND NOPE IM A MASSIVE FAN OF HOT SEXY TALENTED SELENA FROM SYDNEY ??? hooniemoon sounds about right o-o i dont have money either lets just get jay to pay for it xxxxxx

[isthatovid]

tag meme: list 3-5 pieces of literature/media that live in your head rent-free to the point where you have them memorized; write them down from memory, no cheating allowed! tagged by @olreid, this is your fault, you made this happen 😈

i have so much of angels in america committed to memory just because i’ve seen it so many times and pretty much constantly re-visit it. but the first lou & prior scene always sticks in my head. PRIOR: poor louis, i’m sorry that your grandma is dead. LOU: tiny coffin, huh?... i’m sorry that i didn’t introduce you to everyone. i just get so— closet-y at these family things— PRIOR: butch. you get butch. “cousin doris! you don’t remember me, i’m lou, rachel’s boy, lou”. not louis, cause if you say louis, they’ll hear the sibilant s. LOU: i don’t have— PRIOR: i don’t blame you. it continues but i don’t remember the rest of this bit until LOU: you’re in a pissy mood, the cat still missing? PRIOR: not a furball in sight. and it’s your fault. call an animal little sheba and you can’t expect it to stick around. besides, it’s a dog’s name. LOU: well i wanted a dog in the first place. (he continues on) also of course but still. still. bless me anyway. i want more life. i cant help myself. i do. and HARPER: when you pray, what do you pray for? JOE: i pray for god to crush me, break me up into little pieces and start all over again. and on a good day i can recite the tell me some more about justice scene but not today <3 

an embarrassing amount of bits from glee including no! i don’t want it to get better. i want it to be better, like, right now from the michael jackson episode (audience sighs) and also BLAINE: god, roxy music makes me want to build a time machine just so i can go back to the 70s and give brian ferry a high-five. KURT: do you think i’m boring? BLAINE: are you crazy? you’re the single most interesting kid in all of ohio. (please keep in mind that blaine is dancing to roxy music during this entire conversation) KURT: i mean like... sexually. we are playing it very safe by not granting our hands visas to travel south of the equator. BLAINE: (he’s still dancing) i thought that’s what we wanted? KURT: it is. i’m just wondering, have you ever had the urge just to rip off each others’ clothes and get dirty? BLAINE: uh yeah. but that’s why they invented masturbation (here he does jazz hands) KURT: it’s so hot in this room, can we open up a window? this is what’s going on in my head at any given time. one half of me is having a crisis in a leopard print sweater and the other half is just dancing to fucking roxy music

anything that feeds into an inside joke i have with @itsmydime: in your orange shirt you look like a better, happier saint sebastian (having a coke with you by frank o’hara) take heed, dear friends to the promptings of love and truth in your heart (advices and queries 1 from quaker faith and practice) INTERVIEWER: does elmo have ears? ELMO: say whaaa? INTERVIEWER: does elmo have ears? ELMO: no. INTERVIEWER: does elmo have a last name? ELMO: elmo monster! naturally! (from the sesame street wired autocomplete interview) 

BOY: hey, justin! wanna suck me off? BRIAN: no! but i’ll kick your tight little virgin ass so hard you wont sit down for a week! from the first episode of queer as folk US. iconic! 

also anything i have memorised for class including the entire first section of msteif’s the raven king chapter 59 for a speech & drama exam about 3 years ago which i will not write out, a million bible quotations (deuteronomy 6.4-9, proverbs 3.3 and matthew 21.12 are my favourites) and a lot of random shakespeare bits... the very mercy of the law cries out / most audible, even from his proper tongue, / ‘an angelo for claudio, death for death!’ / haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure, / like doth quit like and measure still for measure (measure for measure) for saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch / and palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss (romeo & juliet) 

my brain is truly full of mush! @itsmydime @rainist @queerbucky @minecraftparrish @saoirseronanlynch @wooners @warcotuj & anyone else do this if u want to but u don’t have to tehehehe 

[jihyosforehead]

can we pls have dubchaetzu fluff please

i like how super polite u were and said please twice omg absolute cutie uwuuu (also im so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for 72 years)

…

“hey dude, did you need to grab any food?”

chaeyoung looks up from her laptop to peer at nayeon.

“what?” chaeyoung asks, sheepishly.

“i asked if you needed to buy any food. you know, from the line?” she says patiently. she throws a hand behind her, and chaeyoung’s eyes follow the movement; jeongyeon and momo are waving so frantically at them that they’ve begun to cause a scene.

“nah, i brought something from home. it’s leftovers day,” chaeyoung tells her with a bright grin, happiness coating her voice. nayeon is completely unable to help herself from patting chaeyoung’s head affectionately. she leaves with a final head pat, storming over to grab momo from backing into a group of bystanders.

chaeyoung pulls out her lunchbox from her bag and a small blue post-it note flutters down to rest on the table in the most dramatic way possible. black ink lettering the paper in careful, delicate strokes.

chaeyoungie,

i think you’re eggcellent :)

there’s a drawing of three eggs in a sizzling frying pan with smiley faces.

a goofy grin creeps across her face and doesn’t leave even when she’s home in bed, staring at the ceiling.

…

dahyun sighs heavily. she was so run down from assignments and homework. there was a six page essay about like? space or something? a group assignment about pollution. and her personal favourite: studying for the end of unit chemistry test. but for now. dahyun is going to eat some lunch.

sana and mina are sitting across from her chatting. or flirting. who knows with these two sometimes. dahyun is eating in peace. dahyun is chewing. dahyun is enjoying her chicken. dahyun is not thinking about homework -

“what’s that, dahyunnie?” sana asks suddenly, ending her train of thought. dahyun looks up at her mid-chew, making a confused noise.

sana snatches a blue post-it note at dahyun’s elbow and her eyes scan over it quickly and then holds it to her chest and sighs theatrically. mina shaking her head exasperatedly before handing the note over.

dahyunnie,

all you knead is love.

under it, is a drawing of a bag of flour kneading a ball of dough.

dahyun somehow powers through her study guide and gets started on the essay.

…

saturday morning finds chaeyoung two hours into an eight hour shift at the local music shop. it’s been a really hectic day, an almost unending stream of customers keeping her occupied since opening.

“excuse me do you have this poster in stock?” “well, can you check in the back?” “why don’t you carry one direction vinyls?” “by the way, someone knocked down the display stand with all the christmas CDs. yeah i didn’t see.”

she barely had a second to breathe. and plus her co-worker had called in late so now chaeyoung was behind on inventory.

but.

it’s leftovers day again and chaeyoung is looking forward to her ham and cheese sandwich. but mostly she’s interested in the strawberry tart she’s going to eat for dessert. there’s another blue post-it note, this time it’s stuck to her apple.

chaeyoung grins widely at the familiar careful, black lettering.

chaengie!

i’m soy into you. :D

there’s a carefully drawn piece of sushi and a bottle of soy sauce directly under it.

chaeyoung feels her day immediately brighten, warmth tightening across her heart. a shitty customer isn’t a match for a truly solid pun.

…

there isn’t really a word to describe how much dahyun detested group assignments. her team members had all conveniently forgotten to email their drafts by the agreed on date.

“dahyun i’m sorry, i just haven’t had time” “i totally forgot about that my bad” “i had practice all week!”

and now. they were running behind. (not really).

but they were running behind according to dahyun’s very well put together, well-crafted, truly excellent planning board! (they were two days behind). she’d have to completely overhaul it and adjust everything.

(the assignment wasn’t due for another two weeks).

dahyun slumped in her uncomfortable plastic chair, pretending not to look put off by how animatedly her group members discussing something completely irrelevant over their uneaten lunch. she pulls out her juice-box with a huff, stabbing the straw in aggressively. she yanks out her cutlery and a blue post-it note floats out gently behind it. dahyun snatches it out of the air, brows furrowed.

dubu!!

i lava you!

there’s a picture of a volcano with red lava spilling from the top to form a heart. dahyun feels her frustration leave, warm affection in its place. okay so maybe, she could probably loosen up her deadlines. maybe.

dahyun’s definitely seen this pun. it has chaeyoung written all over it. 

…

chaeyoung’s perched at the edge of her seat, munching absentmindedly on carrot stick, occasionally dipping it into an unidentifiable sauce. it tasted vaguely like mayonnaise and pickles but it was kind of good so she’s not really going to question what’s in it. instead she’s typing rapidly at her laptop, sighing every few minutes.

she was so so so behind on the written section of her portfolio. she’s not really sure why she left it last minute knowing full well she had a whole twenty pages of her own work to analyse. she chews more aggressively at her carrot sticks.

jihyo pokes at her shoulder. hard.

“you have to relax.”

“i can’t!” chaeyoung tells her, obscurely aware that she sounded very panicked, “i have so many words to shit out! and so few minutes to shit them out in!!”

jihyo gives her a deeply unamused smile. chaeyoung can’t find in her to care that she’s cursed in front of her mother.

“you’ll be fine,” jihyo says, firmly. “when’s it due anyway?”

“in two days!”

“you’ll be fine.” jihyo says, sounding completely unconvincing. chaeyoung leans back in her chair and stares at the ceiling. “here, eat something.”

she’s digging in chaeyoung’s bag and then holds out a banana and a neatly packaged container of salad. there’s a blue post-it note stuck to the lid.

chaeng

i’m always thinking a bao you :P

there’s a picture of three baos, lined up in a row, with tiny pink hearts between each one. jihyo’s lips are twitching into a smile at chaeyoung’s enamoured expression. chaeyoung thinks dahyun’s really outdone herself this time.

(chaeyoung hands in her portfolio in on time and also gets a 97%).

…

dahyun’s aware of the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. she’s in the bathroom, back against the door, breathing heavily. like she’s escaped a murderer or something. She catches her reflection in the mirror and her hair is sticking up in sixteen different directions, she’s got a weird green stain on her collar and she’s holding a bar of chocolate protectively against her chest.

she’s locked herself in a room away from screaming children. okay. so the children were her cousins. but. they were screaming and she needed a break. there were only so many times she could watch the elmo’s world theme song on repeat. it’s ingrained so deeply in her brain that if aliens kidnapped her and wiped her memory completely, she’s sure that the elmo song would still be embedded in there somewhere. like a sesame street sleeper agent.

and also she wanted to eat her chocolate in secret. if she’d learnt anything, is that kids take the sharing lesson very seriously. especially when it comes to chocolate. especially when it comes to dahyun not sharing her chocolate. there’s a blue post-it note stuck to the back of the packaging.

dubuuu !

you always make me hap-pea :o

there’s a drawing of three peas in a pod and an almost ridiculous amount of emoji faces surrounding the picture. dahyun feels her heart swell at least three sizes. the kids are somehow easier to face.

…

tzuyu watches chaeyoung stick another blue post-it note into her journal, gluing it down to the page carefully, tongue sticking out in concentration. she tries not to notice the intensely deep affection warm her entire body when she notices that the entire page are those post-it puns she’s been giving secretly. chaeyoung’s filling in the blank spaces, seemingly at random with pops of purple and green and little drawings of cookies and yoda.

dahyun is tilting her head to one side, blonde hair falling down her back with her movements; kind of like a puppy, tzuyu thinks, her nose scrunching up at how adorable the sight is. and she tries not to notice the affection grow when dahyun holds both hands up, her index fingers and thumbs forming an L-shape, lips jutted out dramatically, one eye closed, she’s crouching on the floor.

dahyun’s spent the whole afternoon rearranging her blue post-it note collection, and blue-tacking her favourites to her wall.

tzuyu’s aware that dahyun thinks chaeyoung’s been giving her the post-its. and vice versa.

(but she’s completely unaware that dahyun and chaeyoung have known it was her from the second a dopey, proud smile crossed her face when they first showed her their post-it notes.)

they think tzuyu’s proud, dopey smile is their new favourite thing.

right up there with tzuyu’s heart.

[uci-fanfic-requests]

Matsumoto on a mission all alone? His way of fighting? (I have a little headcanon that instead of weapons he uses toxic poison or chemicals to fight) Maybe he kind of tries to persuade rather than fight?

Admin Notes: I wonder what kind of missions Matsumoto would likely go on. He doesn’t seem like he fights at all, does he? Matsumoto’s scouting mission is on! -Admin Hirahara

It wasn’t every day that Matsumoto got called to Rokkaku’s office, so he was actually beyond nervous. He usually just stayed in the lab all day, working on his medicines and poisons, or went to Licorice General Hospital to help out the Doctor with the patients. So there he was, standing outside the closed door, shifting his weight on his feet. “T-this is Matsumoto! I’m coming in!” He called, before opening the door. Rokkaku wassitting at his desk, looking over a piece of a paper when the escort entered. He smiled when he saw Matsumoto, ushering him forward.

“I have a mission for you,” Rokkaku said, cutting straight to the point. “I would ask the others, but they just came back from a rather troubling assignment. It would be best to have them rest up, first, before I send them off again.” Matsumoto could understand. From what he heard, it was about some deceased one that that went crazy at a school. “It won’t be too hard, I promise,” Rokkaku reassured, putting the piece of paper down.

“I can handle it,” Matsumoto smiled a little nervously, although he wasn’t fully sure if he could. He, after all, still didn’t know what it was yet.

Rokkaku nodded, then began to give the details of the mission. Apparently, there was a rare flower that bloomed every twenty years in different locations in Gokuto. Although beautiful, it was also powerful, and unfortunately, it was completely sought after by bad people. “You might also be interested in it,” Rokkaku added. “But mainly I’d like you to bring it back to the Manor. At least here, it will be well guarded until the season has passed.” Matsumoto nodded, wondering what kind of flower this could be. He’d actually never heard of it himself.

“It’s a scouting mission?” He asked, just to be sure. Rokkaku nodded, much to Matsumoto’s relief. “You can leave it to me, then, sir!” With that, Rokkaku gave him the map of where the flowershould be found, and sent him on his way. Matsumoto excitedly took the map, looking over the circled area. It wasn’t a huge area, and he was kind of glad it was limited to such a small place.

He was off moments later, after Kirika decided she should pack him some lunch. Map and food in hand, Matsumoto easily passed through the capital and eventually ended up in a deep forest, checking his map every so often to make sure he was in the right area. Of course, now that he was in the right spot, he realized how hard it might be to find a single flower, even in the limited space. It was a forest, after all, and all sorts of things bloomed at the undergrove of trees.

“It’s… light green,” he double checked the picture. “So it might be kind of hard to spot…” Little did he know, he was currently being trailed by something, also deeply interested in the flower. Eventually, Matsumoto had to take a break from searching, and he sat down to unpack the lunch Kirika had packed. It was three neatly wrapped riceballs, each one a different color.

“Wow!” He smiled, biting into one and tasting a hint of sesame and salt. “Kirika-san is the best!” He took another bite before he finally got the feeling that someone was watching him. Frowning, Matsumoto looked around him, wondering where exactly the feeling was coming from. His eyes landed on a tree not too far away. Certainly, he thought, there was someone behind it.

“Someone… there?” He asked, squinting to get a better look. Some leaves shifted, making him jump. “C-come out…!” Matsumoto assumed that it was just an animal or something, but he deeply regretted asking to see it when it did step out. It was definitely a monster of some kind, with sharp claws and fangs. It was completely dark in color, and its multiple eyes glowed a dark color.

“Map…” it muttered, smiling when it saw that Matsumoto didn’t have any weapons. “Give me the map to the flower…” Matsumoto got up immediately, stepping back. “Or… I’ll take it by force!” With that, it lunged at Matsumoto, nearly taking his arm off with it’s fangs. The escort was lucky enough to dodge to the side, but not undamaged. The thing had bitten off a few fingers, and the escort yelled out in pain. “The… map…” the monster muttered, going for a second lunge.

Again, Matsumoto managed to dodge it, the thing just slipping under his cape. Its claws caught Matsumoto’s leg, though, and the escort went down. “O-ow…” he winced, realizing this was going to make dodging a lot harder. At this point, the monster was looming over Matsumoto, it’s mouth gaping open as if to eat him whole.

“The… it’s not working as fast as I thought it would…” Matsumoto muttered, just barely audible.

“Hah?” The monster frowned, before suddenly feeling a deep pain in his chest. “W-what…?”

“Maybe… I needed to put more Sulfiric Acid…” Matsumoto continued, slowly getting up and scooting away from the monster. The monster, on the other hand, was completely frozen in place, his face swollen in pain. “U-um, you should be feeling a tightness in your chest right now, and your eyes probably burn a little too. You might not be able to swallow, either. And your muscles… well, they’re supposed to be stiff, but you tell me.”

“Did… you d-do…?” The monster just barely managed to mutter, unable to move his mouth properly either.

“U-um, the first time you lunged for me, I dropped one of my test tubes in your mouth.” Matsumoto displayed his injured hand. “I don’t think you noticed, though, probably because you took off some of my fingers. It has an uncanny taste similar to that of blood. It’s a poison I was developing, but the results… aren’t as great as I hoped. I’ll have to play around with it some more if I want it to take instant effect.” He then displayed an empty test tube in his other hand. “And… just in case, I also used this paralysis medicine I was going to test on Hirahara later. It stops the blood from reaching your muscles, although I might have to cut back on the dosage. Too much, and your heart might stop.”

The monster was already feeling the effects of the first poison, its whole body burning up as it thought it would melt. “Sorry,” Matsumoto smiled nervously, pulling out the map from his cape as well. “If it was a completed experiment, you might not have to suffer so much when you pass.” With that, he turned around, continuing to follow the map away from his attacker.

He was lucky not to have to travel too far on a bad leg. When he was far away enough, he accidentally tripped on a rock and fell right in front of the flower he was looking for. “Oh…!” Matsumoto smiled, seeing how pretty the thing was. “There you are. Rokkaku-san needs you to come with me.” He extracted the flower and it’s roots, along with some soil, and placed it in a box to take back to the manor with him.

When he did return, He was rather beat up and tired, and his hand still hurt from the attack. However, he was smiling happily, and when Rokkaku asked how the mission was, he just mentioned something about “having a lot to learn about chemisty” before returning to his lab.

[therealmaggiemedia]

The Wilsons E206  Alice’s First Day

FADE IN

INT,THE WILSONS KITCHEN-DAY

Alice  is a little nervous today as it is her first day at Greenforth Nursery!

GEORGE

Alice I hear your going to nursery today are you looking forward to it?

ALICE

Not Really Daddy I am a bit nervous!

GEORGE

you'll be fine sweetheart, tell you what I'll come in with you if you like!

ALICE

Thank you Daddy but what will  the Governor say if your betty bate!

GEORGE

I don't care I only care about you and Susanne Alice!

SUSANNE

That's nice Dad!

MAVIS

Alice are you all set for your first Day at Nursery?

ALICE

I guess so!

INT, GREENFORTH NURSERY-DAY

George has brought Alice to the nursery for her first day the teacher Mrs Appleby greets them with a smile.

MRS APPLEBY

hi I'm Mrs Appleby I'll be your teacher while your here!

GEORGE

Mrs Appleby!

MRS APPLEBY

hi Mr Wilson!

ALICE

What are you on, whatever it is I think you have had too much already!

GEORGE

(WHISPERING) Alice! (NORMAL VOICE)Sorry  about that Mrs Appleby!

MRS APPLEBY

That's quite alright Mr Wilson Alice why don't you introduce yourself to the others while I talk to your Dad!

ALICE

okay Mrs Appleby!

Alice joins the other kids while George talks to Mrs Appleby

GEORGE

She isn't normally like this she is a good girl really she is!

MRS APPLEBY

I'm sure once she gets to know me a little better she'll settle in with no problems!

AT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM

Alice  is talking to a boy.

ALICE

hi I'm Alice I've just started here!

BOY

If you've got lice tell Mrs Appleby!

ALICE

I  don't have Lice!

Then the other kids start saying she has lice.

IN THE BATHROOM

Alice  has been put in the bath by the nurse and she has some Lice killer on her hair.

ALICE

I don't have Lice Holnest!

NURSE

Leave it to me sweetheart!

The nurse rinses her hair.

ALICE

Don't like, Don't like!

BACK IN THE CLASSROOM

Alice  is now wearing some clothes that says surfin babe while her own clothes are being washed.

ALICE

This is your fault telling people I have Lice!

BOY

well  you don't now!

ALICE

what is your name anyway!

BOY

jerry Peterson!

ALICE

ah I hear your brother is in a young offenders home!

JERRY

So what Alice in wonderland!

Alice is getting fed up of Jerry's rudeness.

INT, SUSANNE'S BEDROOM-LATER

Susanne is doing her homework when Alice enters the room.

ALICE

Susanne  I'm not going back to that school ever again!

SUSANNE

why did something happen?

ALICE

yes  it did there is this boy called Jerry Peterson who seems to dislike me for some reason!

SUSANNE

Who could dislike you, your funny  and most of all your my sister when you go tomorrow all you need to do is be yourself and who knows this boy might want to be your friend!

ALICE

I don't think so!

INT, GREENFORTH NUSERY SCHOOL-DAY

the  kids are sitting on the carpet listening to Mrs Appleby.

MRS APPLEBY

Today we are going to sing the alphabet song!

ALICE

I  know every word to this song!

MRS APPLEBY

in that case Alice you may go first!

Alice gets up from the floor and stands in front of the class.

JERRY

this should be good!

MRS APPLEBY

When your ready Alice!

Alice sings the alphabet song

ALICE

(IN SONG) A BC D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y and Z now I know my ABC's next time won't you sing with me!

MRS APPLEBY

very good Alice but you pronounced Z wrong!

ALICE

i'm quite sure I didn't because big bird says its Zee!

MRS APPLEBY

who is big bird?

ALICE

He's a big bird on sesame street I watch it on DVD!

MRS APPLEBY

Next time say zed instead of zee!

ALICE

yes Mrs Appleby!

Alice sits back down on the carpet.

JERRY

told  you, you would get it wrong Alice!

ALICE

I'd like to see you do it better!

JERRY

I'm fine!

ALICE

Mrs Appleby Jerry would like to sing the alphabet song!

MRS APPLEBY

In that case Jerry come  and stand in front of the class!

They all shout Jerry

JERRY

see what you started now Alice!

Then the bell rings for breaktime.

JERRY

saved by the bell!

MRS APPLEBY

okay Everyone you may go outside and play in the playground after breaktime we will be doing some paintings!

EXT, PLAYGROUND

Alice  is talking to some girls.

GIRL 1

Hello my name's Jane!

GIRL 2

and I'm Amelia!

ALICE

I'm Alice!

They shake hands with each other.

ALICE

Lets play house in  the bushes!

JANE

okay!

They follow  Alice to the bushes.

IN THE BUSHES

they are playing house the two girls are standing up because the ground is wet but Alice is sitting down.

JANE

Alice!

ALICE

yes Jane!

JANE

why  are you sitting in mud?

ALICE

what are you talking about?

Alice stands up and she sees all mud on the back of her trousers.

ALICE

I really should learn to use my mince pies!

JANE

Do you have Mince pies?

ALICE

doesn't everyone!

JANE

Yes but only at Christmas!

ALICE

well  those  people won't see till Christmas then!

JANE

What is Mrs Appleby going to say when she sees your trousers?

ALICE

Mrs Appleby is least of my worries because what will my Dad say when I get home?

INT, CLASSROOM-LATER

Alice has just come in from break and Mrs Appleby as seen the mud on her trousers.

MRS APPLEBY

Alice Wilson you have mud on your trousers take them off right now!

ALICE

in front of everyone I don't think-

MRS APPLEBY

Now!

Alice does what she is told  Jerry is making fun of Alice because he has seen she wears pull-ups.

JERRY

hey  look Alice wears Nappies!

ALICE

they are not nappies they are big girl pants and you should not be looking!

MRS APPLEBY

your right Alice, Jerry naughty corner!

JERRY

I'll get you for this Alice!

Jerry goes in the naughty corner.

INT, THE WILSONS KITCHEN-DAY

Alice  has just come from Nursery School she walks up to Mavis and gives her, her trousers that have mud on them.

ALICE

mummy  I had an accident at school please don't be mad!

MAVIS

Alice sweetheart  why would I be mad i'll get these clean for you and you go to your room and put on some more!

Alice does what she is told.

IN ALICE'S ROOM-LATER

Alice  is now wearing clean trousers.

ALICE

now  no one will ever know!

Then George enters the room

GEORGE

Alice  I was wondering if me and you would go somewhere!

ALICE

Well  I'd really like to go to the park!

GEORGE

park  it is and in the park you can park your bum there get it!

ALICE

Not  really Daddy lets go to the park!

EXT, GREENFORTH PARK

Alice and George are sitting on the bench.

ALICE

I'm going to play on the swings!

GEORGE

okay sweetheart stay where Daddy can see you!

OVER BY THE SWINGS

Alice  sees Jerry from school so she walks over to him.

ALICE

Hi Jerry fancy seeing you in the park at the same time as me!

JERRY

(NASTY) What do you want nappy girl!

ALICE

Right now I need the toilet!

Alice dances around  trying to hold it in.

ALICE

(YELLING) Where's the toilet?

JERRY

Its over there!

ALICE

I can't make it I'll have to do it in my pull-ups!

Alice stands there and pees herself.

ALICE

Lets hope my Dad doesn't notice I'm potty training!

Alice walks back to the bench hoping her Dad doesn't notice that she had an accident.

AT THE BENCH

Alice is standing in front of George and he sees a wet patch on her trousers.

GEORGE

When I get you home you're going straight  in the bath!

ALICE

I  hate baths!

IN THE WILSONS BATHROOM-EVENING

Alice is in the tub playing with her toys when Susanne enters the room.

SUSANNE

well  look at this Alice taking a bath!

ALICE

Susanne  you don't know what happened and it would be nice to get a little privacy around here!

Alice closes the curtains around the bath.

LATER IN ALICE'S ROOM

Alice  is now in bed with her teddy bear when Mavis tucks her in and kisses her on the forehead.

MAVIS

Night sweetheart!

ALICE

Night Mummy!

THE END