#the second one is absolutely Facepalms of Oh-God-I-Run-This-Company

[pocketgalaxies]

C3E43: marisha and travis + facepalms

[chilling-seavey]

Anything But Mine - The Girls’ First Words

A/N We never touched on the girls’ first words so I put together each sweet moment. Did you expect each girl to say the word she did first? 🥰

Clementine

“Good morning, Clemmy girl.”

Florence pushed open the curtains in the small nursey, letting in the bright streaks of sunlight into the room and across the pink carpet on the wooden floors. She was home alone yet again with the nearly eight-month-old, left with only the company of her daughter’s little babbles and her own mind.

“What are we thinking we wearing today? Maybe a pretty dress?” Florence talked aloud to her daughter across the room as she pulled open the dresser drawer and chose an outfit for the baby, leaving it on the side of the change table.

Florence walked back across the room and peeked over the side of the crib to look at her freshly awake daughter.

Clementine grinned up at the sight of her, her little legs kicking excitedly, offering a pitchy squeal of, “Mama!”

Florence’s mouth fell open in shock, staring down at the giggling baby, not able to believe her ears.

“Mamamamama!” Clementine babbled, making little grabby hands up to her.

“Oh my gosh.” Florence smiled, leaning down to pick her up, setting the baby on her hip and pressed her forehead against her small head. “You’re the love of Mama’s life, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

Florence got Clementine changed and dressed, basking in the pride of her daughter’s newly learned word for a few minutes. With just the two of them home, Florence took her into the kitchen to make them breakfast, serving Clementine a bottle in her highchair so she could call the first person she wanted to tell.

“Dani.” Florence grinned when he answered with a sleepy greeting. “Clemmy said her first word; wanna hear?”

Of course Daniel was just as excited as Florence and got dressed right away to come see the talent in person, the two best friends trying to get the baby to say all sorts of other words just for fun. But Clementine kept resorting right back to “mama” which only made Florence beam with loving pride.

Penelope

“Penelope Magnolia.” Daniel sang softly, bouncing her on his knee, hands secure on her waist to keep her from falling off. “Can you say ‘dada’.”

The one-year-old only giggled.

“I know you got it in you.” Daniel cooed, ticking her sides a little to make her laugh. “Say ‘dada’.”

Penelope grabbed onto the front of his shirt and tried to pull the material into her mouth, babbling to herself and staring up at him with big blue eyes.

“You’re spiting me, Miss Bug, aren’t you?” Daniel tisked. “You’re one whole year old and you haven’t said one single word.”

Penelope giggled softly, reaching her little hands up to his face and he leaned down to press little kisses to her palms. She wrapped her tiny fingers around his nose, making the both of them share mirrored smiles.

“Say ‘dada’.” Daniel whispered, bouncing the baby on his knee a few more times as she held gently onto his nose. “‘Daaaaada’.”

Penelope only stared at him.

“Anything yet?” Florence asked, coming back into the main area of the small apartment with freshly bathed Clementine.

“Nope.” Daniel sighed as he stood up, scooping the baby onto his hip to carry her to the playpen across the living room and set her inside with a few toys. “She’s still absolutely silent.”

Clementine rushed over to join them, grabbing onto the edge of the playpen and looked down at her baby sister, “Say my name, Nelly!”

Daniel ran his hand over her damp blonde hair, bending down to whisper, “If she outright says ‘Clementine’ as her first word, I will give you $500.”

“Don’t make bets you might not be able to keep.” Florence chuckled, starting on the dinner dishes that were still sat on the kitchen table.

Daniel walked over to help her clear them, smiling sweetly at his girlfriend and pressed a kiss to her cheek. They had barely set the dishes on the counter when there was a call of “dada!” from the living room a few paces away.

“That wasn’t me.” Clementine whispered, turning to look at her parents from beside the playpen.

Daniel and Florence stared at each other for a second, eyes wide, and then dropped the dishes to rush over to their youngest, both kneeling quickly in front of her.

“Was that you, bug?” Daniel cooed softly, almost disbelieving, running the back of his finger over Penelope’s chubby cheek. “Say ‘dada’.”

She reached up a tiny hand to him and smiled widely, “Dada!”

Florence grinned and praised her daughter excitedly but Daniel went absolutely silent, his face falling into an unreadable expression, staring down at the baby with tears welling in his eyes. His sudden blubbery sob had Florence and Clementine glancing over at him, both with matching concerned expressions. Daniel didn’t even care, crying loudly as he flopped backwards onto his bum on the living room rug, pressing a hand to his mouth as his other was clung onto by the baby.

Penelope giggled, watching his little meltdown, “Dada.”

“Oh God!” Daniel cried, laughing through his tears, seemingly unable to pick only one emotion.

Florence laughed lightly at his obvious exuberance, setting a hand on his shoulder and he turned to her with a loving smile, tears trickling down his cheeks and his smile nearly taking up his entire face. Daniel looked back to Penelope who had now pulled his finger into her mouth to try and munch on it, unphased by her new word and bored of her father’s sudden wave of emotion caused by her.

He pulled his hand back and stood up again, reaching into the playpen to pick her up, earning him another sweet “dada” as she cuddled into him. That just sparked another fresh wave of tears as Daniel clung onto his baby daughter and rocked her against his shoulder as he cried tears of love and joy. Florence only watched fondly from the floor, Clementine on her lap, as Daniel took five minutes to finally calm down.

Lucy

Florence and Daniel were one-for-one and they had pretty much placed bets on who’s name Lucy would say first when she came around. It was apparent she was a daddy’s girl from the start so Daniel was feeling pretty confident as the months went past. The doctor had said that babies don’t usually say their first word until nine months – Clementine was a rarity at eight months – so they didn’t think much was to come for a while.

Lucy was six and a half months old when she said her first word but, just to keep it fair, it wasn’t ‘mama’ or ‘dada’.

They had just returned home from their annual trip to Vancouver and Daniel was getting ready for his first day back at work. It was early – somewhere around 6:30am – but Lucy was wide awake with him, laying in his arms and drinking a bottle as Daniel patted around the kitchen to pour himself some cereal. Lucy just stared quietly up at him as she ate her breakfast, in awe by him. She was a complete daddy’s girl.

Daniel set his bowl of cereal at the kitchen table and set a spoon in the side of it before glancing down at the baby in his arm, “Gotta sit you down now, okay?”

Lucy whined slightly as he got her into her highchair and buckled her in, taking her empty bottle and tossing it in the sink before pulling her right up close to his chair while he ate. His left hand was occupied by the baby, her tiny hands wrapped around his fingers and picking at his wedding ring gently. He watched her as he ate, how entranced she was by him and his hand and he wiggled his finger against her neck to make her giggle.

With breakfast finished, Daniel carried his bowl to the sink and rinsed it to put it in the dishwasher before returning to the baby, bending down in front of her, “Dada’s gotta get his things together for work, okay?”

“Okay.”

Daniel and Lucy stared at each other for a moment, the apartment in silence. It sounded more like “otay” but certainly still passed as “okay”, and Daniel’s eyes went wide.

“Did you just…” Daniel looked over his shoulder as if expecting this to be a prank or something. He looked back to the baby.

Lucy kicked her legs in the highchair, whining softly in want to be let out, and he unbuckled her and scooped her up.

“Did you say ‘okay’?” Daniel asked her softly.

Lucy only blinked at him.

“Say ‘dada’.” Daniel tried.

Lucy nuzzled her little face into his neck and he set his hand against her back.

“Okay.” he sighed.

“Okay.” Lucy repeated.

Daniel leaned back to look at her again and Lucy giggled lightly at his expression, sticking her fingers in her mouth.

“Okay, dada.” Daniel pressed sweetly, patting his fingers against her back.

Lucy only giggled, flopping over onto his shoulder.

“Come on; I have $50 riding on you, Princess.” Daniel whispered.

Lucy was annoyingly silent for the rest of the morning as Daniel got ready to leave, carrying her around as he put his guitar and bag by the front door and trying to get her to say ‘dada’. By 7:00, Florence was awake to take the baby from him to let him leave and he tried to keep Lucy’s new boring word as a secret to hopefully give his side of the bet a fighting chance at something other than a stalemate.

Florence had the baby in her arms as Daniel pulled his coat on and then his shoes and he picked up his guitar in one hand.

“I love you. Have a good day.” Florence said softly.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I love you.” Daniel leaned in to kiss her softly a few times before turning to the baby on her hip. “Dada will be home from work soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Lucy smiled.

Daniel could have facepalmed right there at his poor choice of words, walking right into that one, and Florence gasped.

“Oh my gosh, that’s so early! She said ‘okay’! How cute!” Florence gushed, peppering kisses over Lucy’s chubby cheeks. “My good, good, good girl! Hear that, Dani?”

Daniel pulled a tired smile at his wife, not being able to hide his excitement about his daughter’s strange first word anymore, “I did. Very good, Lucy Lu. Dada is very proud of you.”

Florence smacked his chest, “Shush. Take the stalemate, you sore loser.”

“We could just move our bet to her second word.”

“Your on.” Florence held out her hand towards him.

Daniel smirked, taking her handshake, and pulled her towards him to kiss her again. A month and a half later, Daniel won the bet.

[miracul0us-multishipper]

OKAYYYYYY I SEE YOU I SEE YOU MARILLION SOUNDS FRIGGEN LIT

SHE IS, MY DUDE! LET ME GIVE YOU THE NEXT PART!

-

“N-Nooroo?”, Marinette asked when the light faded. Suddenly, the closet was empty safe for her, the little Kwami nowhere to be found. “Nooroo? Where’d you go?”

She could swear she’d seen him fly into her brooch, but... her brooch! It looked so... different. She looked different!

Gone was her white shirt, her jacket and her pink jeans. Instead, she wore what looked like a dark purple dress suit, its collar shaped like the wings of a butterfly. Black gloves covered her hands, and when she looked at her reflection in the doorknob, she saw a lilac, butterfly-shaped mask on her face. And these strands below her pigtails made them look suspiciously close to wings as well.

Well.

Her costume obviously had a theme.

Curious, she looked at the cane that had appeared in her hands when she transformed. It looked like the lower part could be taken off, like a sheath maybe, but it was its top that caught her eye. A sphere of glass sat atop the staff, and inside it...

“The Akuma!”

Not bothering to think about the physics behind it - How could it still be alive if it had dematerialized when Hawkmoth had turned back?! - she flicked her fingers against the glass. The black insect fluttered it’s wings, eager to be set free.

“Uhm... well, then?”, she stammered. Without Nooroo for company, she suddenly felt a lot less sure about this. But she couldn’t second guess herself now. He was counting on her!

“Okay,” she calmed herself, focusing on the Akuma. “We have to help Ivan! Uh... Go forth and give him the strength he needs?”

As if it actually understood her - did it?! - the butterfly phased through the glass and through the door, following the scent of Ivan’s distress. A beep came from her brooch and one of its wings disappeared.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Maybe some sort of confirmation that it had worked? She shook her head. That was something she could think about later. For now, she had a job to do!

She could feel the exact moment the Akuma reached Ivan. A glowing symbol appeared in front of her face, and a rush of emotion flooded her as their minds bridged. She gasped.

So that’s what happened!

Mylène had run off before he could even finish his song, she learned when his memories raced through her head.

“Oh no,” she whispered and Ivan raised his head. “Your confession went wrong, and now your crush is scared of you!”

“Uh...”, Ivan stammered, his eyes looking weirdly dazed. “You... are not the same as last time, are you?”

“No.”

Whoever it was that had the Miraculous before her, he had been mean to Nooroo. She would not be associated with someone like that!

“I am Mari-“ Wait. She shouldn’t say her real name, right? “Uh... Papillon?”

“Mari-Papillon?”

“No! I mean, uh...”

“Mari-pillion?”

“What? Nah-ah!”

“Marillion?”

“Damnit, no- wait. That doesn’t sound so bad, actually.”

There went her grande entrance. Not the point!

“Look, I know you feel horrible.”, she offered some comfort. “What Hawkmoth made you do wasn’t your fault, even if Chloé said so. She’s a brat, her words don’t mean a thing. I think you’re a great guy, not a monster, and Mylène probably thinks the same. You just need a little help to talk to her!”

Ivan blinked.

“Wow. Thanks? You’re really nice, compared to the last one. Where’s the catch?”

She shook her head.

“I’m here to help you! No conditions or favors necessary. I’ll give you the strength and bravery you need to set things right.”

If he even accepted her help, that is.

“Do you want to be my champion?”

“Yes, Marillion!”, was the swift reply - too swift. Shouldn’t he be a little more suspicious?

Before she could ask, he was already covered in purple fog and transformed. And a knock on the closet door made her cut the connection.

“Marinette? Are you in there?”, Alya’s voice asked from the other side of the door and Marinette squealed in shock.

“NO! I mean, yes! I mean...”

Oh my god! What was she supposed to do now? Panicking, she held the door closed. If Alya saw her like this, she’d freak out and think it was her that made Stoneheart destroy the city last time! Oh damn it, how did she transform back?!

“Is everything alright? Why are you in a closet?”

“I, uh...”, her mind was racing to come up with an excuse, “I wasn’t feeling very well, and... I was headed for the toilet! But then I heard a... scary noise? Yeah, and then I hid here!”

“A. Scary. Noise?”, Alya deadpanned, obviously not convinced. “But everything’s totally quiet-“

Just in this moment - thank god! - a roar shook the building. When she focused on her connection to Ivan, she could see the class through his eyes as he grabbed Mylène. Wait, he wasn’t supposed to just kidnap her! And, oh god, was he grabbing Chloé as well?!

“Stoneheart, what are you-“, she hissed under her breath, but a beep cut her off. With a flash, her brooch changed colors and her costume vanished, just before Alya ripped the door open.

“Stay in here!”, she ordered distraught, eyes wide with excitement. “The monster is back! Hide here!”

With that, she slammed the door shut and Marinette was alone in the dark again.

Well, almost alone.

“Nooroo!”, she whispered when her Kwami dropped into her hands, exhausted. “You’re back!”

“I fuse with the brooch when you transform,” he explained with a groan, “I completely forgot to tell you! And after five minutes, you turn back. Unless you say ‘Dark wings fall’ before, then you’ll turn back immediately.”

Storing that information away for later, she reached into her pocket to give him a bonbon.

“Oh, Nooroo, I think I messed up. Stoneheart is a bit too... overzealous.”

She opened the door an inch, peaking out. Nobody was there, the others must have fled already.

“We need to find him”, she decided. “Before someone gets hurt!”

Nooroo bit into his candy and nodded.

“I’m right behind you.”

-

Outside the school, the fight had already begun. Chat Noir had arrived and hit Stoneheart with his baton - foolishly ignoring the lesson he’d learned last time.

“Uh, my bad!”, he stammered when the monster started to grow. Marinette facepalmed.

“Superhero? More of a Super-catastrophe!”, Chloé raged, and while Marinette could only agree, she wouldn’t have said so if her life depended on said Catastrophe.

“Here comes the cavalry!”, Stoneheart declared, just before his copies walked around the corner. “Grab him!”

With that, he turned around and left his minions to deal with Chat Noir.

“Damnit!”, Marinette cursed. With his luck, the superhero would get himself killed and she didn’t want that! But she couldn’t afford to lose sight of Stoneheart either.

“Watch out!”, a voice yelled from behind her, and suddenly Ladybird swung down to help her partner. Marinette had never been this happy to see her.

“Come on!”, she said to Nooroo and ran after Stoneheart. “We can reign him in, they’ll handle the copies!”

Following Stoneheart was easy enough: he’d left a trail of chaos behind him. Finding the right one, on the other hand, was another deal. His copies were everywhere, making it hard to recognize which to follow. In the end, she simply stuck to the biggest one. He had his fists raised in front of him, but she couldn’t see what he was holding.

“How long until you’re ready to transform?”, she asked Nooroo, who was gulping down bits of candy to power up.

“I’m on it!”

Well, until Marillion was able to get close, her phone would have to do. Using the camera, she zoomed in on his fists. He was indeed holding Mylène and Chloé!

“That’s the one!”

Carefully, she snuck closer to hear what he was saying.

“Why are you doing this? Where are we going?”, Mylène cried, making Marinette’s stomach heavy with guilt. This had been a mistake!

“We’ll go to the most romantic place I know!”, Stoneheart grumbled in his distorted voice. “And then I’ll finally be able to tell you how I feel.”

“Geez, care to let me out before that? All this lovey-dovey stuff makes me sick!”, Chloé complained from his other fist, shrinking when he turned to her.

“Don’t worry, little monster!”, he assured her with a sinister smile on his rocky face. “You won’t be there to witness it for sure.”

That did not sound good.

“What’s wrong with him?!”, she murmured, ducking behind a trash can. “I thought he only wanted to confess! But now he’s all ‘Roar!’ and ‘Fight!’ and ‘Die!’. That’s not what I wanted!”

“Akuma’s are supposed to let people work through their feelings.”, Nooroo explained hesitantly. “They’re basically emotion personified from the moment the butterfly touches them. It can be a good thing to let loose sometimes! But...”

He sighed.

“It also causes him to be... irrational. Without a Butterfly Wielder to guide him, he’s out of control.”

“Wait, if he’s not himself from the moment the akuma touched him...”, she repeated, “did he even have a choice when I asked for his consent?”

“Of course he had!”, Nooroo snapped, obviously insulted. “There’s always a choice. Although... well, the connection between your minds let’s you read him, and lets him... empathize with you, which makes him more willing to accept your help. Hawkmoth abused that empathy to skew his perception in his favor, not giving him a fair choice.”

She was not sure if that was alright with her. Forced empathy still sounded like manipulation. Now, though, she had bigger worries: Ladybird and Chat Noir had moved the fight to them, and the Stonemonsters were wrecking havoc in the streets.

“What are they doing?”, she hissed, starting to run again. “Leading the monsters to the others just means more fighting for them! Ugh, why-“

She couldn’t finish her rant, because suddenly, a car was flying towards her. A whole goddamn car! She screamed and ducked, absolutely sure she would die. A metallic clank came from over her head, then a crash. But, miraculously, she was still alive. Chat Noirs staff had taken the brunt of the cars weight, saving her skin, and now a spotted yo-yo pulled it away from her.

“Are you alright?”, Ladybug asked anxiously. You’ve got to be kidding me! Her?!

“Yeah, I’m fine.”, she begrudgingly admitted. This time, they seemed to actually have done their job right. Realizing Ladybird was still looking at her, she added a pressed out “Thank you.”

“No prob!”, the red-clad menace answered with a smile that could be described as... cute. “Weren’t you supposed to stay hidden?”

How’d she know that?! An excuse, she needed an excuse!

“I was recording everything!”, Marinette stammered, holding up her phone. “For my friend’s blog! She’s a fan!”

God, she hated lying. And was accordingly bad at it. Fortunately enough, Ladybird seemed to buy it: she blinked, then smiled.

“Really? Ma- I mean, Girl! That’s so cool of you.”

She took a step back, ready to jump.

“Better get to safety, though. Let the experts handle this!”

With a wink and a flick of her hair, Ladybird swung off.

“Experts”, Marinette mimicked. “Don’t make me laugh!”

“I thought she seems really nice.”, Nooroo commented with crossed arms, swallowing the last bit of candy. She rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. We’ll take care of this before she knows it. Nooroo, dark wings rise!”

[vldaera]

task .002—

with special thanks for, and featuring, @vldareum​—

JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager yes ys i kniw JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager ill addition 4 fanny pack outing later :P JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager i’m bussy rite now tho ;)  it’ areum time MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Busy doing what?! What’s Areum time?! JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager s MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera TT MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera, why did you send a winky face? Is Areum okay? MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera please I do not have time for this you are so aggravating JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager ;) ;) ;_   MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera!!

Aera’s not so mean that she leaves their manager on delivered when she knows she’s probably gonna bust a nerve; no, she chooses to leave her on open, instead, so she knows she’s at least alive. Because for tonight, she has planning to do.

Phase One of Operation: Surprise the Socks Off Areum is long since over and was a huge success. Phase One is the simplest part: text Areum to come over tonight for another Star Wars marathon. They never got to the sequels.

Phase Two is the thick of it: cook a fancy dinner fit for a princess, hire a masseuse to pamper both of them in— ahem— Aera’s brand new(!) apartment, turn on absolutely any movie of Areum’s choice, give each other mani/pedis, and then end the night with giving her sister a woven bracelet that Aera personally made for Areum herself.

Phase Three: catalogue every second of it on her phone and watch the look on her sister’s face.

Ha. And Areum thinks it’s just going to be Star Wars.

It’s a bit of a thank you, in a way, for her sister to know that Aera really appreciates her, and also to let her know that Aera’s doing just fine, thank you very much, living alone. Sure, it gets lonely sometimes, but besides Areum, Naeun comes over! And Saeun! And Hamin! And... that’s pretty much it...

Clowns! One time Aera hired a clown to come and entertain her while she cried on the sofa over a stupid romantic comedy. It was sorta funny to watch how obviously uncomfortable the clown was ‘cause she paid him double to leave a kid’s party early to keep her company. He wasn’t expecting one of the members of one of the nation’s top girl groups to be sprawled out on the floor with a bottle of wine, she doesn’t think, but whatever. As you can see, she’s having the time of her life.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

Step One of Phase Two (that’s right, she’s that organized) is to go figure out what to eat. After their excursion to Tokyo, she’s thinking some miso broth ramen and spicy tuna rolls, so she makes a quick stop by the market to go pick up some seaweed and fish. She has a plan and everything; she’s gonna cut up some seaweed to say “I Love You, Areum!” and stick it in the broth like alphabet soup. It’s gonna be so cute—

Hey, what’s that? Bunnies for adoption??!! Ohmigod no way!!!

Aera hasn’t ever whipped a car into a parking lot so fast. Ten minutes and 40,000 KRW later, she drives home with a bag full of seaweed and fish and the newest addition to the family, John Brad Crumb. She’s pulling away when she realizes 1) she made a HUGE typo on the iPad, 2) both “John Brad Crumb Jeon” and “Jeon John Brad Crumb” are stupid names, and 3), though it came with the intention of paying homage to her fans, with Aera’s Earthshine nickname being John Area, she’s effectively just named a rabbit after herself.

But hey, the adoption certificate says John Brad Crumb, so that’s what he is.

She pulls into her apartment and the elevator dings to the top floor. It’s only recently that she managed to unpack, so she unloads all the groceries into the fridge and puts the rice in the cooker, then gets to work dedicating a sizable corner of her living room for John Brad Crumb. One could call it John’s area.

One thing to note about Aera is that what can go wrong, will go wrong, but it’ll go wrong with a flourish and probably fireworks, too. The cage is actually pretty well set up, and she wants to do this cute thing where she gives Areum her bracelet by wrapping it around John Brad Crumb’s neck like a collar, and she’s in the middle of doing so when she smells something. Umm... what’s burning?

She rushes to the kitchen and smacks her head when she realizes that she forgot to put water in the rice. Now what?

Aera stands there for at least a full solid minute watching the rice as she wonders what her reaction should be. She wonders if it’ll catch fire.

Um, duh.

Fortunately, she keeps a Brita filter in the fridge, and so she begins pouring water on the flames. Really she lucked out, because she manages to put the fire out without the help of the fire department, but her rice cooker is, like, totaled. That’s fine! She’s adaptive. Instead, she decides to cook it manually. She definitely won’t forget the water this time, she thinks smugly as she fills the water almost to the top of the pot. After adding the rice, she returns to the living room...

...only to find that John Brad Crumb has all but gnawed the bracelet to pieces.

“John Brad Crumb-ah! Are you serious?! You are so unaware.”

She lifts the bunny and picks the dangling threads from his mouth, pouting as she witnesses the shreds of what she made with such love and care. Luckily for Aera (and also for John Brad Crumb, whom she’ll forgive eventually because he already means the world to her), it seems to be salvageable? Maybe?

John Brad Crumb fits in the front pocket of her hoodie, so she puts him and some rabbit food in there and returns to the kitchen where the rice has, obviously, boiled over. Cursing, Aera cleans up the mess and tastes the rice that was saved. Well... it’s not bad.

Putting the ramen to a boil, she checks the clock and sees that she’s got a little over an hour before Areum’s supposed to arrive. She fortunately had the hindsight to buy pre-made tare and simmer the broth this morning, so it’s not like she has to simmer things for three hours. but it’s still kinda crunch time.

You know what she just realized? She totally forgot to buy one of those bamboo rolling mats. Printer paper should work... right?

“Let’s do this, John Brad Crumb-ah. For Areummie!”

HHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHH MY GOD ROLLING SUSHI IS SO HARD is what she’d say if there was anyone around to hear her, but there’s not. It’s written clearly across her face, though. The rice is too mushy and also the printer paper keeps falling apart, so it’s kinda... papery rice? Wrapped in nori? Yuck.

It’s kind of a disaster, so she decides that it doesn’t have to be pretty and abandons the paper in favor of trying to hand roll the sushi, which naturally doesn’t work as the sushi falls apart. The result is, like, this weird sushi salad thing that honestly works in the same way that a poke bowl does. Whatever; it’ll have to do. Twenty minutes till Areum gets here.

Turning around, she spoons some noodles into a pot and tastes the broth that she made. Okay, what...? That’s actually super good. Pleased with herself, she dumps in the sauce. But again, this is Aera, and what goes wrong is that, facepalming, she realizes that what she thought was chicken sauce was actually chocolate sauce... ugh...

The whole thing has to be tossed now, so Aera does so quickly and checks the clock. Ten minutes till Areum gets here.

In a last-ditch effort, she throws some instant ramen on the stove and bounds into the kitchen to comb out and rebraid Areum’s bracelet, when her phone pings.

SEOUL THERAPEUTICS ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Jeon Aera-ssi, this is Kim Daeho, owner/operator of Seoul Therapeutics. I am texting to inform you that your masseuse has fallen ill and will be unable to arrive tonight—

(Somewhere, on the other side of town, Kim Daeho, owner/operator of Seoul Therapeutics, feels a chill run down his spine.)

—and, as all other masseurs are booked, I have issued a refund to your account. We apologize for the inconvenience.

Well, she tried. She really did. Sorry, Areum, she really wanted to throw you a big thank-you dinner, but turns out Aera’s actually going into hermitage instead. Would you like to come visit her cave? Oh, please do make yourself at home, don’t mind those scorpions crawling on her bed made out of twigs and sadness...

She stands in the kitchen, contemplating the best mountain beneath which to move all her things, before deciding that she just moved and it would be too much of an inconvenience. The weird chocolate ramen is in the trash. That salad thing is on the counter. The movies aren’t rented, the nail polish isn’t bought, and the bracelet is wearable, but ugly. The instant ramen is literally what they ate everyday for years, and also the weight of John Brad Crumb on her hoodie is starting to hurt her neck. One minute until Areum—

Ding dong!

“Gah! John Brad Crumb-ah, we can’t let her see us like this!”

With a certain kind of determination that only Jeon Aera possesses, she decides to make her grand escape. But the reason it’s Jeon Aera name-brand determination is because it wouldn’t be Aera’s if it wasn’t tinted with just a little bit of recklessness, ‘cause in her attempt to escape the embarrassment, she tries to escape out the front door, where Areum is standing.

“Areummie!”

Her face flushes bright red and she wonders what Areum thinks of the sight before her: Aera, in a hoodie, with a rabbit in her pocket and a ratty bracelet in her hand, covered in chocolate stains and mushy rice and her hair falling out of her bun.

It’s then that she realizes that she probably does know what Areum’s thinking, and that’s why she loves her twin so much in the first place. There’s no one else she’d rather go on this adventure with. No one else would so easily deal with her. Of course her sister wouldn’t judge her for the disaster that was Aera’s poorly planned surprise. Just seeing Areum makes the embarrassment wash away, and Aera gives her a smile. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for smiling when I’m ditzy instead of rolling your eyes. Thanks for supporting me through thick and thin. Thanks for being the best sister a girl could ask for.

“Thanks for coming, Areummie. Let’s order in some takeout. I’ve got the craziest story to tell you.”

[dracula-in-purple-story]

From Enemies to Friends

CHAPTER TWO

Author’s Note : All of this is ENTIRELY NON-CANON. I’m still working on my writing skills. Thank You and Enjoy, hopefully.

It was late at the dark, gloomy night. Most residents are deep into their dream wonderland. Some are doing their shady businesses. Unfortunately for the hidden residents of Inkopolis, there were no rest for them.

Multiple alarms blasted out in the massive fortress located deep in the forest of Mount Nantai. Most of the people emerged from their slumber quickly and get dressed before waking up those who are a deep sleeper. After they geared up, they immediately rushed to the nearest kettle in order.

Nicholas, who had just walked through the gate door of the main entrance, heard the alarm and, with a little bit of hesitation, dropped everything he was holding as he rush straight to the emergency kettle at the corner of the front garden wall, where it was hidden by flower bushes. He changed into his other form and swam right into it.

As soon as he emerged from another kettle, the place around him reveals to be an underground base. Full with equipments, gadgets, computers and weapons. He rarely went here ever since he became a co-guardian for his young master but he knew, for a fact, that this place is now chaotic. 

Half of the night-shift people are typing away in their computers and tried to keep track on their task or rushing around, while another half of them seems to be missing, but it soon replaced by bunch of day-shift people fully suited up and lined up right in front of an old but fitted lady, who aged pretty well for a 130-years-old.

“Nicholas, just in time.” the old lady said in a firm authority, “Before we address the situation here, how��s my grandson?”

Fond murmurs were heard among the people before got silenced by the glare from the old lady. Nicholas sighed in bliss, “He’s fine, Mistress! He is still the pure boy who worried over small things.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, smiling a bit, before broadcast a image onto the huge projector screen in front of them. A crashed unidentified flying object. Half of the crowd gasped. “Isn’t that a failed prototype of Thunderstrike? Why is it here?!” Suzuki, another co-guardian of Erek, speaking her mind out in fear. 

“Minale, come here and report on what the Scout Squad D had discovered, please.” the old lady said with simple directness. A three feet being, equipped with a large propeller helmet, zoomed right behind the crowd. “As you can see from the picture,” she started her report while landed on the table with grace, “a failed prototype military aircraft, Thunderstrike, crashed outside the city, with a corpse of a Mini Zapfish that was used to operated the aircraft. Bless its soul.”

“The Scout Squad D previously assumed that it was just a public test run from the underground Oct-”

“Wait,” Nick rudely interrupted Minale’s report, “what do you mean by ‘previously’?”

“It is where I’m trying to get to the point, Mr Nicholas!” she scoffed, “If I may continue, they thought it was just a test run until a power outage happen. It only last for approximately five minutes before the power came back.”

“Ten minutes before we activate the emergency alarms...” Minale continued along with a stressful sigh, broadcast the picture of Inkopolis Tower, “...the Great Zapfish is gone.”

This statement alerted the uneasy crowd as they scanned the picture. Indeed, the Great Zapfish is missing from its tower. The Mistress clapped lightly to gain their attention back to her. She nodded to the Scout captain who zoomed back to her post, giving out commands as she spoke to the microphone that wirelessly connected to the Scout Squad D.

“So far, the conclusion of the report is that Thunderstrike is merely a distraction tool in order to steal the Great Zapfish. Even though we all know that we got more than enough Zapfishes to supply our power source and they have other resources to generate power,” the old lady halted her talk for a few seconds, “why would they want the Great Zapfish for? Any possible answer? Or someone knows exactly why he would need it?”

The absolute silence is eerie until Suzuki shakily raised her hands. The old lady arched her eyebrows before nodding to let her answer. “Twenty years ago, I... I participated the project before I escaped, Mistress Octivia. He’s building some... sort of heavy spherical aircraft with some built-in turntables and mixers... along with some Wasabi supplies...” she gulped, “...the module were estimated to use large amount of energy... but Alivia and Alivia Jr helped me sabotaged the process before aiding me to escape that hell hole!”

“Calm down, dearest.” a tall figure, wearing a set of laser sight goggles, patted her shoulders sympathetically as she cried uncontrollably.

“Go calm your wife, Hayato. I fill in the rest of the details to you two later.” The lady in charge pardoned them as they walked back to the kettle. “Unfortunately, even with their best efforts in sabotaging, the heavy aircraft was built. If he manage to tame the Great Zapfish to do his bidding, Inkopolis is doom to be destroyed.”

“And as Octarians ourselves, we know how Octavio operated behind his DJ set. If we let that happen, we would be back to the starting point! Are you ready to oppose against the hypnotisation once more, my fellow friends?!” she shouted in a fierce tone.

“YES, MISTRESS!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Erek woke up early in the morning, the sky was bright and the sunlight shone through the windows. Lazily, he stretch his body as he get up from his bed and walked out from his bedroom. The birds were chirping and enjoying the cool breeze when he opened up the slide door that leads to the balcony. The dew drops were falling from the leaves of various flowers he potted yesterday. The sun was rising up from the clouds as he water his flowers.

Just as he walked back to his bedroom to take some clothes for his fresh debut, there came a huge knocking and loud ringing on the main door. 

“Must be the neighbours... Cod, I forgot about introducing myself to them yesterday!” the boy mentally slapped himself, “Coming!”

He rushed to the door, not before he tied his tentacles to Topknot, and opened it to see three inklings standing there. One of them, the cyan ‘inkling’ girl, looks familiar but he couldn’t pinpoint on where he seen her before. The middle one of the group, a pink inkling girl, decided to talked.

“Hello there, rookie! The name’s Callie Mac N! Callie for short. On my left is one of my Roller buddies, Mike!”

Mike, an orange inkling boy, raise his Octoglasses and rest it in his forehead, “Hello~!”

“On my right is our little floof of our humble crew, Jewel!”

The cyan girl smiled brightly, “Hewwo, I’m Jewel. Your neighbour at the corner over there! My mommy told me about your arrival yesterday. What’s your name?”

The three of them stared at him with excitement. Nervously, he scratched his head before replying, “Oh... uh... My name is Erek! Nice to meet you all! Want to come in? I’m about to change my clothes and start cooking breakfast.”

“Oh, great! Thanks, buddy. Don’t mind us crash-... WOAH!” As soon as they were welcomed into Erek’s home, they were met with the most freshest living room they ever seen. A bookcase full of the latest video games, a clearly expensive LED TV along with its loudspeakers, limited edition of Chirpy Chips poster with the members’ signature and, is that a freaking CoroCoro hoodie hanging on a coat rack that was supposed to be out in like, next year?

“Umm, guys? You have been standing here for a long time. I made some light breakfast so we could... uh... chat?” Erek, now donning the Starting Gears, was quite concerned about his new friends, who gawked at his living room quite a long time. “Is it weird? My living room?”

The trio snapped out of their daze. “What, no!” Callie exclaimed, “It’s just... woah! My daily earnings couldn’t even pay for this kind of luxuries! Let alone that hoodie! How did you managed to get that?! It was supposed to come out next year!”

“Next year? But I got it for my birthday three days ago. My friend, Kevin, who gave me that just said they have extras so... yeah!” Erek recalled a little. 

“Dude, you don’t actually mean Kevin, the famous trendsetter who just opened a company called Cuttlegear? That guy knows his stuff about fashion!” Mike gushed, “This Octoglasses? Automatically became my favourite headgear after he post some cool model pictures with them. And you know him?!”

“Yes? He works for my Grandmama and he take care of my wardrobe since I was young.”

“Wow! That is crazily fresh! Can I check your closet?”

“Mike, that is rud-”

“Sure, go straight and turn left, you should be able to reach my gear wardrobe.”

Mike cheered as he rushed to the location. Jewel facepalmed, “I’m sorry about my boyfriend.”

“It’s fine. I could give some gears away if he loved it so much. I was planning to buy my own clothes with empty slots anyway.”

“Wait, wha-”

“OH MY GOD! CALLIE! JEWEL! LOOK AT THIS! EREK HAVE SUPER FRESH CLOTHES! EVEN THE SLOTS ARE GOD TIER! I’M IN HEAVEN!”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Gramps, come on... pick up the cells already...” Marie is pacing around the studio. After her cell ended with the monotone message and a beep, she heavily huffed before looked helplessly at her cheerful cousin, which now have a frown on her face as she fiddling with her thumbs. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.” she plopped down to a sofa as Callie sat down nervously beside her. 

“It can’t be... he usually would answer us in a few rings. And now this happens!”

“It’s going to be alright, Cal. Once we finished our broadcast, we head straight down to Octo Valley to check up on him. He’s the strongest squid we have ever known.”

“I know, Marie. But, it’s Gramps we are talking about. Possibilities are limitless! What if his SquidCell is broken? What if he was kidnapped? What if-”

“Callie, calm down!” her cousin smacked her head slightly before caressing it gently. Callie pouted before surveying around the studio. The production team is a hectic mess. Bumping against each other frantically, papers are flying everywhere, the cameras are being thrown left and right.

“Squid Sisters? Five more minutes before we start the Inkopolis News!” a female show betta glided gracefully in front of the two cousins, pointing at her blue watch impatiently.

“Ms Betty!” the Squid Sisters immediately stand up and bow to her. “Sorry, me and Marie were-”

“I know,” Ms Betty halted the black inkling, “I’m not blaming you girls. This is probably the first time we have to broadcast this kind of news. If it weren’t for that Great Zapfish to go missing on us...”

“We understand, Ms Betty. We truly do.” Marie grimaced a bit before following behind their director. Once they arrived at the Inkopolis News Studio, they immediately went into position, just like they had been practised for the last few weeks.

“Don’t be nervous and follow the script. Add some colours into it like you are not reading whatever was written here, okay? That was what made this program famous for.” Ms Betty addressed, “We are ready in three, two...”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Man, you are a really good cook!” Callie complimented Erek as they finally arrived at the Plaza. Jewel nodded shyly, agreeing what she had said while Mike is burping loudly, “Yeah, you should totally teach me that recipe! I could cook for my babs and mother-in-law too!”

“Mike!” Jewel slapped his back softly. They laughed loudly at the interaction. Probably loud enough to cause four certain inklings to turn their heads to them. 

“Oh, you guys! Where have you been?!” a dark blue inkling boy with glasses asked. Callie shrugged it off when her new friend have a questioning look, “Those guys are the rest of my crew. From left to right, we got the ever so quiet Kitty,” she gestured excitedly to a lime green inkling girl who just waved before turning her focus back to her SquidPhone.

“Marcus, the ‘cool guy’ wannabe,” a purple inkling boy just flicked her some fingers before finishing his drink.

“Blitz, my roommate and another Roller Buddies,” the boy with the glasses offered to shake hands. Erek accepted it and shake politely.

“And Marlee! Our new member from last week!” a dark green inkling girl grinned at them.

Once introductions are done, Blitz pondered a bit, “I’m going to assumed you haven't watch the news, yes?”

“No. Why?” Mike asked back, “Are the news reporter some blacklisted musicians?”

“No,”

“Racist?” Jewel cautioned.

“No,”

“Famous enough to actually expect them to report Inkopolis News?” Callie guessed before squinting at the big window where the reporters would be sitting. “Well, yes! But it’s not the point right now! The content-”

“HOLY ZAPFISH, IS THAT THE SQUID SISTER?! I’M A BIG FAN! HEY CALLIE, WE HAVE THE SAME NAME!” Callie Mac shouted enthusiastically as she run up the walkway and squeezed her way through the crowd outside.

“Why do we elect her as the captain?” Marcus scoffed at her behaviour. “So crazy, that woman...”

“I’m a big fan as well... but not as hyper as Callie is.” Erek giggled. The crew laughed it off for a while. 

“So, back to the topic, what do we miss?” Mike questioned with a curious tone.

“You see, well,” Blitz looked at his clueless teammates, and a new friend, with a sense of guilt, “I don’t think we could participate this month Splatfest.”

The trio gasped. They were shocked, especially Erek. His first day of debut had clashed with a horrific news. The kind of news he didn’t expect to happen in the first place.

“Are you serious, mate?” Mike fretted, “We never ever have a Splatfest cancelled before! All they need is to postpone, like they did in that Pencil vs Pen Splatfest!”

“News Flash, brother.” the purple inkling roughly tilted his friend’s head up, the rest of them followed suit, “Our humble energy source had disappeared!”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Staaaay fresh!” was all she last heard before turning off the radio. Furrowing her eyebrows, Tres quietly packed her Splattershot Jr. Before she could even tiptoed towards the old, rotten door, she was hugged from the back. Usually, she would roundhouse that person who dared to risk their life to hug her but there are few exceptions, especially this little yellow figure behind her is her baby sister.

“Paula...” she turned around before kneeling down to hug her back, making the little inkling giggled silently. Tres smiled softly, “Go back to big brother, would you? Breakfast’s ready.”

“Annnd you are going to stay this time, Big Sis.” another yellow figure, slightly smaller than Tres, spoke sternly while pointing a pan to threaten her. Tres smirked a bit before running to the door. She was succeeding before her face got stuck. A freaking clear tape prank. 

“Cielo... Zona...” she pulled the tape immediately before screaming in pain, “Again?”

“It’s ya fault that ya makin this easy for us, Big Sis.” two small orange figures appeared outside the door. They laughed heartily at her before shrieked as their eldest sister hugged them off the ground. It’s not long before the rest of the siblings decided to join their group hug.

They settled down after they finally convinced their eldest sibling to stay back and properly eat her breakfast. Although it’s been a while since they have breakfast together, Tres still wolfed down her share of food. Diego couldn’t stand this any longer as he hit her softly but still painful enough with the very same pan.

“Eat it slowly, Big Sis. It’s not like the Inkopolis Tower is going to run anywhere.”

“I know but the faster I earn some cash, the sooner we can get the surgery to be done.”

“Big Sis...” the small twin-tailed inkling mumbled before she quickly snatched back her small bits of bread from her twin brother. The eldest grinned at this sight before excusing herself from the table. She pecked each one of them before heading out.

“Be careful not to overwork yourself, Big Sis!” Diego shouted. Tres halted her movement before glancing back at the eldest brother of the house. “I can’t promise that.”

She sighed before whispering, “Not when our dad have his life on the line.”

[19mrs-barnes17]

The Move

Summary: You have moved in with your Aunt in Queens and are starting at a new school

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Part: 1/2

Warnings: anxiety?

Word count: 2,273

A/N: This is my submission for @beckzorz 1k writing challenge! Idk where this went lol, but, I had fun writing so enjoy! (Shoutout to @asphalt-cocktail for helping me out)

You were absolutely pissed. Why? Why do you even bother?

Your parents decided they were going to ship you off to Queens, instead of letting you get a job to help out so you could stay in Chicago. Now, you stood in front of  an apartment building, suitcase growing heavy in hand. There was dread in your heart.

Making friends isn’t easy when you have social anxiety. With friends you could switch from chatter box to complete silence fairly quick.  Sometimes within the same conversation. It was almost as if you had a social fuel tank and the more you socialized the more it depleted.

You’d have to explain yourself all over again, find a new lunch seat, and new places to belong. This made you anxious.

Nerves were spiking and your annoying 13 year old cousin, Alec, was not helping in the slightest. He was playing some game and shouting into his mic. You rolled your eyes as you unpacked, your room was right next door. Paper thin walls. Great.

“Dinner!” Aunt Clarissa hollered from the tiny kitchen. You were still unused to being cooked for, it was almost always you making your own meals. Chicken Alfredo to a cup of ramen. The result varied.

Dinner was quiet, fueled by awkwardness that you felt responsible for, and ended rather quickly. Alec was soon back on his game and Aunt Clarissa began to wash the dishes. You sat in silence, alone. This felt normal. But somehow with people in the room it became colder, more isolated.

Your first day began with a tour from Liz, who you assumed was that girl  everyone just knew. And then, lunch. Liz offered for you to sit with her and while you were grateful, it felt odd. It wasn’t where you belonged. They talked of homecoming and boys, while you doodled in one of your many sketchbooks. You were no mega talent, but, you had always had this itch to create something. Anything.

“That’s really good (Y/N). You should take art here.” Liz was leaning in to study your sketch of a table across the room, all you had so far was one boy. “You should talk to him.”

“What?” It was the first word apart from ‘hi’ that you had spoken all morning, and she seemed surprised. A small smile danced upon her lips.

You turned back to your sketch, filling in details and outlining the boy next to him so Liz wouldn’t think you were obsessed. When you could feel her eyes leave your work, your pencil gravitated back to detailing the first boy’s face. He had kind eyes. What Liz may or may not realize, was that they were on her and not you.

Class felt slow, introductions were not needed since it was second semester, and you were behind on all subjects. So much for relaxing this weekend. Thank  god you had Gym next, at least no homework could stem from that. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised.

Somehow the slow day was better. At least something was going on, now you sat a little apart from Liz’s group on the bleachers. You were currently doing your best to ignore their gossip until you heard a familiar name.

“Spider-Man? Isn’t that the guy who shoots webs?” Liz smiles, but her friends roll their eyes at your lack of knowledge.

“Yeah. He’s like our neighborhood’s personal  hero.”

“And Liz is totally in love with him.” Liz shoved her friend playfully as she laughed and confirmed the statement. The others began to throw questions at her and you started to tune out until a boy, one of the two you began sketching at lunch, shouted across the room.

“Peter knows Spider-Man!” His friend was quick to his feet, stammering over an explanation.

Now this, is interesting.

Peter, who was the only complete part of the sketch you had elected to move on from, tried to cover his friend’s mishap. It was clear he didn’t want anyone knowing about his internship with Stark Industries. You grew curious. Liz invited him and his ‘supposed’ hero friend to her party.

“Oh. And you’re welcome too (Y/N).”

Fuck.

You were the opposite of a party person. You were always in the corner on your phone, no one electing to talk to you. You were not a dancer and knew maybe four people there at least 90% of the time. But with her looking you straight in the eye so sweetly, you found yourself having trouble saying no.

“Yeah, sure. Text me the address and I’ll be there.”

Your Aunt was surprised that you had already had an invite to a party, but didn’t have a car to take you there. You were furiously texting Liz in your last class of the day while the teacher brought up the PowerPoint. 

Liz: Try asking Peter Parker.

You know the boy you were sketching at lunch?

I think he might live around your area.

Great. Now she was just enjoying matchmaking. You replied with a tongue sticking out emoji before pulling out a notebook and pen.

Peter’s locker was directly across from yours, but your nerves began spiking. How the hell do you just approach someone like this? What do you even say?

“Um, excuse me? You’re Peter right?” He was so distracted he nearly jumped at the sound of your voice behind him.

“Yeah. And… you’re, uh, (Y/N). Right?” He seemed to have the same nerves he had around Liz and you suspected he was the same with all the girls.

“Yup. Um, you’re going to Liz’s party right?” He nods. “Do you think I could tag along? My Aunt doesn’t own a car.”

“Oh, uh, sure. My Aunt May should be okay with that.”

“Cool. Uh, here’s my number and address. You’re a lifesaver.”  He slipped the paper in his pocket as you walked  away.

Over Your shoulder you shot him a small smile and a wave before heading to your bus. When he began to follow you nearly facepalmed, recalling that Liz said he lived by you. You sat in the empty second seat, right side of the bus, blocking the other half with your bag. Peter and his friend sat behind you. Your headphones were in, and the rest of the ride passed in a blur.

God certainly wasn’t short on humor.

Peter seemed equally shocked that you were both approaching the same lobby door, curious as to how you missed one another.

“I missed the bus this morning.” He stated, as if answering your thoughts. “May drove me.”

“Ah. Oh, Thanks.” You nodded and walked through the door he held open.

Outfits lay spread out on the bed, your mind doing calculations a mile a minute. Settling on black leggings and a Harry Potter t-shirt (Marauder’s Map), you began debating a jacket. When a knock sounded at the door you gave up and tied one around your waist, just in case.

Peter stood awkwardly in the living room/kitchen, your cousin bugging him relentlessly. He looked like a tomato. You chuckled at the sight.

“Is he your boyfriend? He won’t say anything but ‘um’. Is he why you moved here?” Now you were rendered speechless.

“I-uh. Oh Jesus, just go play your game, will ya?” You rushed Peter out the door, grateful  Alec lost interest. “Sorry about him.”

Peter shakes his head like its no big deal before glancing down at your shirt.

“My eyes are up here Parker.” His eyes widen and somehow turns a darker shade of red.

“I-I was just admiring your Marauder’s Map shirt.” You giggled at his frantic mumbling, shaking your head.

“Only kidding. Shall we?”

The ride is only quiet when Peter’s Aunt pauses or runs out of questions. She is an extrovert in every way and you wish some of that would rub off on you before you entered the party.

“May this was a mistake. Maybe we should just drop (Y/N) off and go home.” There was no way you were letting this kid ditch. If you were going, then at least you’d have company in that corner you always ended up in.

“He’s so stressed out lately.”

“What helps with stress is going to a party. So, we should go to the party.” Ned was anxious to get inside and he was the only one.

The three of you stood on the lawn, gazing at the already raging party within. You glanced at Peter and saw your own nervousness reflecting back at you.

“Not a party person?” Peter leaned over and whispered.

“Not even close. I'm terrible at saying no.”

Inside the noise was  pounding off the walls. Kids stood with actual red solo cups in hand like it was a teen movie.

Some kid was already picking on Peter and it's not even 2 minutes in.

“Hey. You're the new girl, right?” The stranger flickered a smirk  as you nodded. “I'm Flash.” His wink had you staring in disbelief. Why would you be interested in someone who literally just insulted a person right in front of everyone on a mic.

“And I'm, not interested. C’mon, let's go get a soda or something.” Peter and Ned did their best to hide smiles as they passed him by.

“That was great. Can you do that again cause I wanna sell tickets to that show.” A girl leaned against the wall, a small smirk on her lips. “I'm Michelle.”

“We could have a Ted Talk on how to not be an ass.”  You couldn't help but laugh with her at the thought. “I could do it in like two lines.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. It would go something like ‘Don’t be a dick. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.’”  Peter nearly choked on his soda.

“You alright there Peter?” Liz appeared from around the corner, a look of confusion plastered on her face.

He smiles and nods, cheeks flushing. What a dork, you thought.

“Okay. Well... I'm glad you guys could make it. Have fun.” She was gone as quickly as she had arrived.

“I feel like my Ted Talks would have no chill though. I'm told I'm too open about topics that make people uncomfortable. Like periods and such.” Michelle glanced at you, smile growing.

“I think we'll get along just fine.”

It took you a few minutes to notice Peter and Ned had migrated toward the back door. You followed, sending Michelle a wave as you went. They became aware of your presence and their hushed mutterings ceased.

“Its okay if you leave us. Just so you know. You don't have to stuck around. We can find you later.” Peter didn't look you in the eye as he said this, instead opting to stare a hole in the floor.

“Oh.” That stung. You aren't sure why considering you hardly knew them. However, something had you feeling like this might've been your place. Ned. Peter. Michelle. You were a squad of misfits that seemed to piece together.

“He didn't mean it like that. You're more than welcome to hang with us.” Ned sent a sympathetic smile your way before leaning closer to whisper, loud enough that Peter could still  hear. “He’s just nervous.”

“What? Why? Cause of the party?” Ned shook his head and pointed at you. “Me? What did I do?”

Peter shook his head. He really was nervous. His hands were constantly on the move, in his hair or smoothing his clothes. His feet kept shifting his weight from one to the other.

“It's not something you did.”

“He just likes you.”

“Dude!”

“Is that true? Peter?” You felt bad because he clearly wanted to tell you himself. But, you couldn't help but smile at the fact that Peter had a crush on you.

Though you weren't quite friends, you could tell he was a good guy. You now knew the lovesick stares he had sent from across the room were directed at you, he had jumped at the opportunity to drive you, and personally came up to your apartment to escort you to the car.

“Peter…”

“I um…. I'm gonna get some air.” And just like that he disappeared out the back door.

You could see him pacing the yard, looking as though he was chastising himself. It was hard to contain your smile.

“I should go talk to him.”

“No. I'll talk to him. You enjoy the party Ned. Rock that hat with confidence.” He beamed as you stepped out into the yard and gave you a double thumbs up.

Peter's head whipped around at the sound of the door, face flushed.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Your voice was small. Now you were the nervous one. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine.”

“Liar.” He chuckles at this. A smile dances on each of your faces. “Is it true?”

Gulp. He nods.

“Peter…”

“Its okay. I get it. You don't feel the same. It's not like we've been friends for years. We're strangers.”

“Not for long.”

“What?”

“Well, Ned basically invited me into your friend group. So I'm not going anywhere. Because, for the record, I think you're a great guy. Also, I expect a seat at your table. Yeah?” Peter's smile widens at the prospect.

“Really?” You nod.

“I'm afraid you're stuck with me Parker.”

“I think I'll live.”

Something, whether it be adrenaline or courage,  gives you the strength to grab his hand and lead him back to the party. Or more specifically, the dance floor.

This was only the start. Maybe the move wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[theorynexus]

Double Fives are first, today-- or two together-arranged, 55, I should say.

Also, we’re at Meat 30.   It would seem Jake, Karkat, and Dave are spending time together, this time.

Oh gosh...   I hope Karkat wasn’t made to endure that, considering he supposedly only ever left his house once per year, even if that might be a hyperbole. @w@            His interests and Jake’s are strongly opposed on that from, it would seem.   Thus, it might have been bad for deal-making, for reasons of souring Karkat’s mood; regardless, let’s see whether their other interests might align, or some non-detrimental arrangement (for Karkat, but hopefully for Jake too) might be found between them.

Ouch.    On the other hand, at least Karkat seems to have (likely) become more comfortable with outward signs of his blood’s color.   I doubt he would have failed to realize that it likely gives that impression, even if he originally intended it to be a sign of his closeness with Dave. He almost certainly would have semi-paranoid-ly weighed the pros and cons for his emotional well-being and/or all other consequences involved, and only come to the decision that the suit was acceptable for him to wear after deciding both connotations were acceptable.

Honestly, all things considered, Jake is very much correct. Considering the boost from all his rungs on the escheladder, there’s no way his physical capabilities should be that bad.  ... Though Jake’s estimates probably would be wrong for any other sort of being that was traveling with him. I don’t think his expectations are probably all that well gauged to the individuals in his company. It’s not that I think poorly of his intelligence, mind you. It’s just that Jake can be... rather oblivious, sometimes, if memory serves.

Yeah, his judgment is totally based on his own experience. Still, though, even coated in like 5 layers of fur, Karkat shouldn’t be that worn out. At least, from a world-building perspective, this doesn’t contradict the established rule that-- oh, wait, that was ghosts changing to fit the person’s perceptions, not God Tier players’ appearances, wasn’t it?  Hmmm.

Yes. Karkat’s diplomatic skills are impeccable.  There is absolutely nobody that can beat this guy when it comes to maintaining good relationships and reputations among the important powers of the world--- nobody!

I would suspect that Alt!Calliope is being petty, here, but I think it’s just Karkat being so tired that his coordination has dropped a bit.   (Also, this is honestly rather cute, and I appreciate the opportunity to giggle at it.)

Frack, Dave is good at bringing things up in the most awkward way possible. Also, that Karkat only estimates himself as being able to beat 99% of all humans in a “threshecution threshing match” is both quite comical and somewhat sad. ._. One Percent is a whole lot of people.

***facepalms with the greatest of groans***    SHE REALLY SHOULD FRICKING NOT!!!                        (Internet freedom for all!)   That said:  GAH, Dave, are you trying to sabotage Karkat’s chances, here? On the other hand: Maybe this propensity for blunt, careless words is one of the reasons that he decided he didn’t want to run for President, himself.   If so, good on him, I guess, for knowing himself that well.

( I will say, though, that that was honestly a nice segue, despite the fact that he sortof botched the lead-up to this via his rudeness.    Karkat gets a pass, though, because everyone knows he’s crude, and that’s part of the appeal.)

The real question is:  Are these campaign dollars as in a certain allocated amount that is allowed for each candidate, or money which was donated to the campaign by those who support them and/or Dave/Karkat?  That is a pretty important distinction, politically.  Not that either will likely be addressed and/or matter directly to the outcome of the race, probably. Oh, and those adds sound incredibly silly. I am not 100% sure that they will actually in all likelihood be effective, but they sure do sound comic-(sans)-ical. On the other hand:  Jake seems to be trying to mentally suppress what’s happening to him, probably due to his feelings toward Jane.   Welp.   :|

This is a very complicated issue, and for the sake of not offending either side, I shall choose to remain silent on the real world matter at hand, here.  On the other hand, I love the way that Karkat is just like, “SHUT UP, ALREADY.”   XD

Reminds me of Caliborn.     Indeed, that is definitely the reason why such committees are actually put into place (other than the compelling economic reasons incentives).    Doesn’t mean that they actually succeed in doing so perfectly, however.    It just makes it a grey “I guess maybe they were involved,” regardless of whether the person actually suggested such adds ought go into effect or not. Buuuuut... I’m going to refrain from pushing my promised non-commentary further than that-- and only did comment with this because of its relevance to Jake’s thought process.

It seems that Karkat agrees with my assessment of this matter.  Also, Alt!Calliope sure is quite sassy, compared to the grim and highly reserved person I thought she was. I wonder if it’s because she’s been watching essentially television for eons in order to properly understand humanity+maybe the trolls or whatever, or if it’s because she’s doing it on accident, as was my initial guess/impression, as related earlier in my liveblogs.

That’s not the point, Dave. The point is that, for one, it probably makes the audience think of you as irresponsible; secondly, it wastes the most precious resource in politics: the citizens’ limited attention spans; finally, it may actually make the two of you come off as being condescending and/or not having any actual idea what you’re talking about, which would be absolutely horrible for your chances, come election time.    While campaigns can indeed turn around in the latter months of election season, first impressions are also very important!

That is a very interesting point/question. And very ironic for him to ask; not that Dave actually can’t be properly understood through his layers of irony-- but rather, while he does indeed have a talent for that, his other qualities obscure it so badly as to make it seem quite unremarkable and hidden. And there Dave goes again, saying “thats basically true [sic.]”.   Magnificent. ***will not touch the matter of how straight-forward Dirk is***

...     Man.  Hopefully, this will serve as a lesson to the both of them.    Jake’s reaction is so bloody on the point, though. @w@

I do honestly appreciate that too.  Wow, though, he is being surprisingly civil and respectful as a result of this.  It shouldn’t honestly be a surprise, considering who Jake is.  It’s just... wow. I really appreciate the breath of fresh air.

Yeeeeesss!!!~    <3       I love everything about this that follows!    While he can be quite oblivious at times, I have always thought that Jake’s intelligence was top-notch, and I quite appreciate his flexing it, as well as that wonderfully noted breath of FREEDOM whizzing into his sails!

Boooooo!!!~     I really quite appreciate the correct and excellent display of entomological knowledge, here, but DANG, if Dirk isn’t a slimy piece of garbage, sometimes!     I mean, my gosh, the sociopathic logic, here.  It’s horrific! As for Jake:  I am very proud of him, and appreciate his very appropriate question. Everyone should ask the qualities that politicians bring to the table, policy-wise, and their (+ dis-)advantages--- not just how charismatic they are. Of course, such a statement is stating the obvious. ‘s still good to see it in practice. ... Wow, I really love Alt!Calliope’s sass. So much.

HECK YES! :’D

***grooooaaan***    

FINALLY, CERTAINTY!!!

Aside from his lack of attraction for her, which says nothing of importance, I do in fact agree with Karkat, here.  This is essentially the equivalent of the moment when the United States switched to the Constitution, and the country absolutely needed a Washington.  If Adams had actually been elected, instead of getting the second-highest sum of votes, then both the contry and the entire world could have turned out quite differently.  I, too, do  believe that Crocker could be reasonably said to have a fair chance at acting as a President who doesn’t really shake things up too terribly, and actually manages to set a perfectly fine, perhaps above average standard for Presidents to come.   There are, however, certain points in history which require great leaders if things are going to pan out well in the long-term. Crocker just presents far too many potential problems while not offering enough in the way of positives for me to give a strong endorsement of her, despite my desire to see a female president eventually take office in the United States’ equivalent of the station she and Karkat are competing over.

(SUPPORT KARKAT FOR HIS BETTER APPRECIATION OF FUNDAMENTAL PHILOSOPHICAL ORDERS OF IMPORTANCE.)

Yeeeeaaaahhh...   She was already quite twisted up (read: pained) inside during the session as a result of her concern for maintaining appearances and manipulating peoples’ perceptions of her, unless my memory is horrible in this particular act of dredging up long-ago readings’ implications, so I could certainly see that growing to be a problem as she grew up.    I’d sortof hoped that that would cease to be so much of an issue, after their session was won, considering the rewards involved/gained as a result of that.    :/

...    Yeah, that is a good deal of whiplash. I am honestly pained.

Dangit, I was so swept up in my spiel about the direct political consequences of that decision/strategy that I forgot to emphasize the very obvious danger of it actually alienating Jake from her!

***sobs***   I am so proud of him!    (Though this is not exactly the best reason for choosing one’s political decisions, I can definitely get behind the idea of him striving for independence from that manipulative cur.) 

What Dave said, but less profanity-laced! Also:   Am I incorrect in remembering that God Tier players past a certain Tier are able to wield any weapon they desire, regardless of whether they have a       Kind Abstratus of the appropriate sort in their strife specibus?  That could become relevant, some time in the near future.

[otteron-the-sun]

[5] Two side of a coin

State : In progress Characters : Moobin x Rocky x OC (Mee Joo) Genre : fluff / a bit of angst (it’s starting guys) Featured : Poly!Rockbin and College!AU Summary : Being a college student seems to be easier for your love life, little did I know that a bet between two guys won’t make everything goes so smoothly after all. Word count : 2,300+ Side note : Ok, I love this chapter, I loved writing it, and it’s finally starting to have a bit of sense (also I write more than the first chapters oops), but yeah, I hope you’ll like it as much as I do ♥

Previous part

For the last two weeks, after the first date, a question occurred my mind,every single day. Since Rocky me took me to the first date, plan everything for the afternoon, shouldn’t it be my turn to take care of the planning of the next date? I didn’t really know what I should do in this case, because of how little the number of date I had was. Almost every day I hesitated to send a text to Rocky, asking if I should plan the date to a date that was good for him. But I didn’t, because it was a bit awkward to ask him like that. Even though “awkward” was  a thing I do quite a lot with him. It was a normal Tuesday morning, in class, just on the same table as my best friend. It wasn’t the best part of the year, having our end of the semester finals and trying to sort out our life in general. It was the kind of days where we were only running thanks to coffee, and no one would be really surprised if we learned that some of us are more on drugs to keep going at this period of the year. Like, yeah, almost relatable dude. For once, though, I was keeping up with this time way better than the past years, I wasn’t asleep in the first hours of morning, and Shin-Ae asleep the afternoon. We just seemed to be fine, just drinking three coffee per day. And to add to our joy, the morning helped us to learn the fact that our afternoon classes were cancelled this very morning, since our teacher was sick. How things could be better today, honestly. Just the mere thought of having an afternoon off to go home and study a bit more for the finals was a thing I could’ve only dreamed of before. To be honest, the past years, I would have taken this free afternoon to go have some times with friends around the town. Like grabbing a coffee with a few friends of my class or things like that. But no. Not anymore. The end of the morning went on like usual, with a few students sleeping on the last row, some others doodling in their notebook rather than listening to the class, and some others nodding and taking notes. And to be realistic, Shin-Ae was the doodler one, and I was the annoying little nodder by her side. She knew that, if I was taking notes in a class, she could do whatever she wanted and ask for it after, like we always did, one for the other. Never one of us were actually using the other to take all the notes to do nothing in class, but it was more like an exchange of information. Lunch break came pretty fast, allowing us to either go home and eat our own food, with proper balance of things, or staying at the cafeteria, with a quite questioning menu and dishes. And with that way of thinking, the choice was quickly made for everyone. It wasn’t that bad, it’s just that, some dishes we had at the cafeteria in the past years were particularly questionable. Not to be mean either, but seriously, who thought that some of them were a good idea? Walking down the way to go back to my apartment, with Shin-Ae by my side for once. The walk was pretty silent, both on our phone. Not the awkward and embarrassing silence I could usually create, but more like a comfortable silence. Nothing needed to be said out loud. And if anything to say came in our mind, we probably pushed it in the back of our head to talk about it while eating. During the time I was cooking something, I realized that I wasn’t really used to have two people to feed and not only myself. Jeez, I should ask people to come over more often than that or I’ll end really lonely someday. Maybe. Yeah, probably. And while I was busying myself in the kitchen, Shin-Ae was just chilling on my couch, both of our phones in hand, probably having some fun talking to people as me. Couldn’t blame her honestly. At least, I couldn’t, until she let out a little whimper, before shouting to me, without even moving. “ GUESS WHO IS INVITED TO WATCH MOONBIN AND ROCKY DANCE THIS AFTERNOON!” I sighed heavily, coming back to the coffee table to put down the tray with our plates and everything to eat, before quirking an eyebrow. “Wow, tell me, great friend, who’s the idiot that is going to hang out with my two future husbands this afternoon? To know who I have to defeat, of course.” If she couldn’t hear my sarcasm, I’ll probably gave up on her. I didn’t really care about who was the lucky girl who had a chance to hang out with them. And watch them dance. Absolutely not jealous. At all. “It’s you, you stupid, they both asked you to come when I told them we didn’t have class. Oh, and I accepted for you. I know, I’m fantastic, you’re welcome.” oh. OH. OH JEEZ. How to feel really stupid in one lesson. At this point, I didn’t even know if I should be thankful to her because she did all that, but at the same time, it meant that I’ll be just with two of my frickin’ crushes, at the same time. Watching them dance, appreciating all heavenly good they look. It also meant not studying, but that’s a thing I could do at night, instead of sleeping. Alright. Not panicking. Not freaking out. Everything is going to work ok. “Oh. Okay, thank you for planning my afternoon then. I guess you’re just gonna spend some time with my baby best friend instead of studying the new chapter with me then.” Yeah, my whole point here is to keep a cool façade in front of her. She just smirked, adding the fact that she’ll take responsibility if we fail at this chapter. Wow, so nice. SO. NICE. Only an hour after, I ended up in front of the practice room of the dancing student. I wasn’t only panicking, I was really questioning my motives of coming to them to watch them. But obviously, since Shin-Ae told them, as me, that I’ll be there, I couldn’t just cancel, in less than an hour. It wouldn’t have been really serious to do that this way. So here I was, standing like a statue. For the thousandth time, I rearranged my flannel on my shoulder, asking myself if it was alright, before doing my ponytail again to be sure it was perfect. And then, my flannel again. For once, I wasn’t wearing any high-waisted pants, just some black leggings with a white crop top under my red flannel, and some converse. Such a casual, cute, and a bit sexy outfit. Why was I wearing that?! OH. MY. GOD. I was really close to facepalming myself now. Deciding to leave my terror aside, I knocked two time on the wooden door, waiting for an answer while I was switching from a feet to the other. But instead of just a “yeah”, or a “come in”, the door swung open quickly just in front of me, making me jump. Sometimes I tend to forgot how lively and dynamic Rocky is, especially when it’s about spending some time together. And just behind, I can’t see Moonbin, stretching carefully. At the same time as I try to not drool on the floor just at this sight. Oops. Without hesitation, Rocky pulled me in the room, always so excited to talk, asking how I have been during the last two weeks, when we couldn’t see each other a lot because of school. Meanwhile we were both talking excitedly about the two weeks, Binnie was there, left aside, knowing the two stories since he never stopped talking to one or the other during the two weeks. Except the beginning, which was, not really surprisingly, awkward. After I just sat in the back to watch them dance, everything seemed a lot more relaxed, the both them in their environment. It was their world, I couldn’t deny that. And it was really beautiful, just watching them be. They’re having fun, enjoying the company of the other, and I wasn’t too much in here. The mood was so light and so nice. Suddenly, Binnie stopped dancing to turn around and look at me. Even if he could see me in the mirror in front of us, but anyway. A sly smirk appeared on his face and he extend a hand to me. “SanHa told me you are a good dancer, and even if you were quite great at the party, I want to really see it. Please?” And then again, he switched to his puppycat smile. How could I resist to that? And in all honesty, I knew SanHa must’ve dropped the hint before, that’s why my outfit was practical enough to dance with them. Even if I’d take a sweatpants over a legging anytime. But yeah, less cute. I got up and walked over to them, poking Moonbin’s nose, smiling softly “This kind of smile is cheating Binnie”. I stuck out my tongue to him before a little giggle, without seeing how flustered it got him. I stretched a bit, just testing a little my now-low flexibility. Rocky jogged to the stereo, choosing a song on his phone to see how I’ll dance to that. Especially when I hear one of my favorite song blast through the speaker. Well, I’m kind of happy that he’ll remember me telling about this song when we were at the coffee shop, the first time. I started to move, slowly first but gaining confidence quickly, getting a bit faster. I had to admit that I was kinda shy to show them in the first place, but I forgot their presence to dance freely on the beat of the song that I liked way too much. I closed my eyes and that was the mistake I made… Eyes closed, I couldn’t see the look on their face. Rocky, smiling widely and clutching his chest at the feeling of his heart beating faster. Or Moonbin, smiling softly at my figure, growing fonder of me at each step I took. But at the second the song stopped and I opened my eyes again, I just saw two smiles, and an excited puppy Rocky who jogged to me, before jumping up and down with my hands in his. “It was so great Mee ! You should dance with us more ! Pleaaaase !” I just patted his shoulder, with a laugh. I removed my flannel to tie it around my hips, adding my hands on each sides, daring them to dance with me for the rest of the afternoon. And they took the challenge really seriously. As I walked home, Rocky by my side, I just couldn’t stop smiling, all happy of the time spent together. And like the last date, he slowly took my hand, intertwining our fingers, in a way that my heart skipped a beat before going twice his normal speed. If only he knew how this little kind of actions made my heart flutter, and my cheeks heat up. If only he knew the way he make me feel. But as we made our way to the front door of my apartment, finally letting one of them enter more than the hall of the building, I thought that, maybe he knew. And the only reason he kept doing it, was because he felt the same way about it. Wow, hold your horses and think about it just a second. We are talking about the popular Rocky, the crush of half the girl of this campus. Not even talking about the other girls on the rest of the country. How Rocky, the popular, kind, sweet, super handsome could like me? Well, he’s holding my hand but that’s not really something big, is it? Before going any further in my thoughts, he poked my cheek, in front of my door. “So, Mee, it was kind of our third date.. I walked you home and all..” “Yes, I think I  was pretty aware about all that.” “Is it the time where I can kiss you goodbye and ask you to be my girlfriend at the same time?” Everything froze, my breath got caught up in my throat, will my eyes were widening. And I made the shyest nod I ever did, lips slightly ajar before he caught them with his. With a hand on my cheek, and on of mine on his chest, all of this was so softly executed. So natural but so new, we both had closed our eyes the second our lips met. Nothing in it was random or amateur. The shyness slowly disappearing on both side, his second hand find my waist to pull me carefully closer. And when the kiss was broken by his smile, I just became aware of the lack of air in my lungs. All my question were erased from my head, and I felt so light. “Will you be my girlfriend then?” “Honestly Rocky, do you really need an answer for that?” “No, but I want to hear it..” I whispered a little “yes”, before leaving a little peck on his lips. And a big smile came across his face, holding me close for a few minutes, in silence. Just enjoying to be this close with each other. Eventually, he let me go, letting me go back home, to finally take a shower and start studying before eating to continue even after dinner. That was my plan before seeing a few texts on my phone.

[18:46] Rocky : Binnie, I won the bet, she is my girlfriend. I’m sorry you lost ㅋㅋㅋ

And everything fell apart. I was just a bet then. How surprising.

Next part >

[salty-dracon]

ace hang invites more people to fuck around on youtube

THE REAL VAMPIRES OF RC | Interview with Adrian from PerpetualThirst!

Adrian: So being a vampire... it’s like, you know, being gay. Not that you’d understand since you’re not gay. Well, I’m not either, but I’m a vampire.

Lily: O...kay?

Adrian: Like, no one chooses to be a vampire. It’s just a thing that happens. Like when you’re gay. And you can tell because you have these huge pointy canine teeth and you really want to drink blood. Kinda like when you’re gay, and you want to fuck people that are the same gender as you. 

Val: Heh. So do people like, want to kill you for it or something?

Adrian: Yeah, I’ve gotten arrested once or twice for like, just trying to get my fill. It’s really hard. People just aren’t willing to donate their blood anymore. So, like, you have to take it. Sometimes by force. Using a knife.

Lily: So you’ve actually attacked someone for their blood?

Adrian: Yeah. It’s normal.

Val: ...

Lily: ...

Adrian: You know how the cops used to attack gay people for being gay? It’s like that.

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BUSINESS LADY | Interview with some business lady!

Amelia: So tell me about this... YouTube.

Lily: Well, it’s the only major and general platform for sharing video with the general public. Well, not “only”, more like “biggest and easiest to use”.

Amelia: I see, I see. So, what other platforms exist?

Lily: Uhhh, Twitch?

Val: But that’s more livestreaming stuff, and it’s gamer-oriented. Oh, and DailyMotion. And Vimeo.

Lily: But DailyMotion is laggy and annoying, and Vimeo’s geared towards professional animators and stuff like that. And we’re just regular ol’ kids who edit videos of us gaming. 

Val: But YouTube has its share of problems. Like demonetizing videos that contain otherwise nonoffensive words like “lesbian” or “gay” or stuff like that. Like, now they’re demonetizing everything. And for people who basically make a job through this service, it’s absolutely devastating.

Lily: Yeah, and YouTube also does nothing for content creators that actually ruin the system for everyone else. I’m sure you’ve heard of the PewDiePie scandals. 

Amelia: Thaumas?

Thaumas: *offscreen* A very popular YouTube star has made a number of antisemetic and racist remarks in the past. 

Lily: Oh yeah, and then there was the viewcount drop for whatever reason. 

Val: Is that even over?

Lily: I have no clue.

Amelia: Ah, interesting. I know there are parts of my company which use this platform to... train others. So, what is the relation of this platform, to say, consumers like you? If you do view videos.

Angel: *offscreen* Ms. Fisher, the tea is ready.

Amelia: Does he know you run this channel?

Lily: Of course he does. We even had him show up in some of our videos. 

Amelia: Can I see?

(Lily and Val exchange worried glances)

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UP TO Y’ALL | Talking Asexuality w/ Straight Ass Narin!

Narin: So, like, what if you four were stuck on an island together? Would you, like... fuck?

Arthur: No.

Narin: But you’re asexuals, which means you don’t necessarily dislike sex. You just... don’t want to fuck people on sight. Right?

Lily: No one fucking touches me.

Val: I don’t really care about fucking.

Brid: It’s not like I want to screw strangers.

Arthur: I’m uncomfortable with the idea.

Lily: Besides, I feel like babies would be a bad idea on a desert island. And maybe they have STDs, I don’t know.

Narin: But couldn’t you fuck Brid?

Brid: N-No! I mean, Lily’s just... she’s not someone I really like... 

Lily: Brid could have a yeast infection or something!

Narin: Just use condoms or something.

Lily: On a desert island?

Narin: Make your own!

Everyone: ............

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THIS GAME IS SATAN | Doki Doki Literature Club w/ Clubs and Hearts!

(Some jumpscare happens. Val jumps back, Lily almost screams but starts choking on her own spit and collapses on the ground, Brid looks like she’s about to have a panic attack, and Arthur looks like he’s about to cry)

Lily: GAHKKK... KFFF... water... *loud coughing*

Arthur: JESUS FUCK DONT KILL ME!

Brid: OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD

Val: Iswearmyheartjustfuckingstoppedohgodmybodyscramping.... fuck *falls out of chair*

(Angel walks in. He sees the kids in varying degrees of pain. After trying to contemplate what to do for a few seconds, he leaves.)

Val: I don’t think we can move on. So thanks for watching, that’s the end of this episode of Doki Doki Literature Club. Like and subscribe, comment down below, please tell us how to get the good ending.

Arthur: *actually starts crying*

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FILMING IN LILY’S HOUSE | Danganronpa Chapter 3 w/ Not Narin!

Brooke: So where’s your sister? I’m kinda getting paid by the hour to tutor her.

Lily: Who knows. Just let us know if we’re being too loud. Silently. We’re filming Danganronpa today. 

Brooke: ...what?

Val: The video game. Danganronpa.

Brooke: ... My brother’s going to pick me up, just saying. So, if you see this red Tesla out front, it’s his.

Val: Tesla? Holy shit.

Lily: His name’s Grey, right? My mom won’t stop asking me to ask him about college and shit. And then she does it herself. Oh god, he must feel awkward.

Brooke: Yeah. He’s probably not interested in you or your mom, to be honest. No wonder your sister can’t stop complaining about her... Can I take my smoke break now?

Val: You smoke?

Brooke: Oh god, not again... Listen, I don’t care if I die from lung cancer-

Val: No, we’re fine with it, just not in the house. And my dad’s downstairs talking with her mom. About tea. Just not around them.

Lily: Yeah, my mom will never let a smoker in the house. 

Brooke: ...Thank you.

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BE A MAN | Life Lessons w/ Angel!

Angel: *addressing lily and brid* While you may receive enjoyment out of nonconformity to gender ideals, it’s your conformity to various aspects that will help you rise in the educated world. For example, a woman should always be well-dressed. Never immodest, but well-dressed. 

(Lily blatantly doesn’t care, Brid’s listening but looking bored)

Angel: A woman should also be confident in her own sexuality, no matter what society tries to tell her. When you’ve ascended high enough in the social ladder, and trust me, you’ll know when, you can afford to be confident in that way. Until then, you must rely on your wits. The same applies to men. They must always follow the same rules a woman does, to uphold a standard that is to be respected. Furthermore, as women are historically more fragile and important creatures to mankind’s survival, a man must take every step to protect the women in his life, as well as to never hurt a woman themselves. Women should never be afraid to defend themselves, and speak the truth. 

Brid: Okay, I think that’s enough-

Angel: However, you may meet a man one day that you have... feelings for. Know that the hot feeling you get down there is absolutely normal for a woman your age, and is nothing to be ashamed of. You may start to crave the feeling of... something... down there. Long and phallic. While men aren’t necessary for the long and phallic nature of the object you want in there, it’s perfectly normal to want something.

Lily: Okay, okay-

Angel: If you do decide to stick objects up your vagina, men would rather you keep it a private matter. I don’t mind, of course- but men in general would rather that the only thing that enter your sacred flower be their penis-

Lily: And that’s all the time we have for this episode. Tune in tomorrow for more shenanigans involving video games and sh-stuff. Bye. Like and subscribe.

Angel: And comment in the comments section! Only nice things of course!

*Brid facepalms*

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HOW TO BOOB RESPONSIBLY | Shantae: Half-Genie Hero!

(Giga Mermaid Level)

Lily: ALL I WANNA DOOO IS SEE YOU TURN INTOOO A GIANT WOMAN

Val: WITH BIG ASS BOOBS

Lily: THIS IS LITERALLY A GAME FOR LESBIANS

Michy: *pops head in* Lesbians?

Val: OH MY GOD I DIED

Lily: Big booby mermaids!

Michy: Dude, what the fuck? I wanna see!... that is one thicc mermaid