#they're just in 2 tiny boxes why does it take SO LONG

[mademoiselle-crabaletta]

I need to organize and sort my bjd clothes.......see y'all in 5 hours

[bellakenobi]

Tutorial: Renumbering Shoes/Necklaces Meshes to avoid conflicts and explosions

First of all, a huge thanks to people at MTS and to @virtual-hugs who taught me how to do it at the Creators Cave!

Also sorry for taking so long to write this! It's because I kinda struggle to write in english 😬

What will you need:

S3PE

Mesh Toolkit

Your shoe/necklace/accessory package ready, so you won't need to go back to TSRW to tweak something. This should be the last step on your CC creation workflow!

First, why does this happen?

Each CAS part has a vertices ID range, and when two parts with morphs have vertices containing the same ID, conflict happens and this is what make some meshes to explode. And this tends to happen when we put high poly shoes with morphed high poly necklaces because the shoes verts ID range is too low. Shoes verts ID starts at 30000, and accessories starts at 31500. In the pícture below there's the information provided by the Hint button at Mesh Toolkit with all the verts IDs, but it erroneusly says that accessories start a 0.

With all that said, we can try to renumber these parts verts to a different IDs to try to bypass that.

But let's go to the tutorial!

Again, your shoe/necklace package should be ready to do this, so you won't need to go back to your project in TSRW!

For this tutorial, I'll be using Arltos 109, converted by @rollo-rolls. You can do this tutorial with any CC high poly shoes/necklace, just please respect the creators TOU and do not upload it.

Note how there are tiny gaps showing when the shoes are worn with necklace! In this picture they quite imperceptible, but with some shoes/necklaces more distracting distortions might occur.

👠Step 1:

Open Mesh Toolkit, click on Package Tools tab, and in the Name Those Files tab open your package. Click on Add names, and then type a unique name for the CC part you're working on and save it. Here's what I named mine:

👠Step 2:

Open your package on S3PE, and select the LOD1 (or the LOD0, if you're working with some accessory that might have it) GEOM plus the four BGEOs (they're the morphs) and export them to a folder (just click on it with the right button, and select Export > To file...)

(see? this is why we added the names ^^)

👠Step 3:

Back in Mesh Toolkit, go to the GEOM Tools tab, then to [Re]Number Meshes tab. There, open your base GEOM mesh and BGEOs morphs accordingly.

In the "Number to start with" box, type the number which you want to start the verts ID. I'm usually going with 57000 for shoes, and with around 40000 for necklaces (so they won't conflict with old shoes that aren't renumbered).

Click on Renumber and Save. When asked, select the according number for the LOD you're working with (in this case is 1, but again, if you're working with LOD0, then select 0), and click in Continue.

Then the program will prompt you to save the renumbered mesh and morphs. It's good to create a new sub-folder for them to avoid any confusion.

These are the files we get. LOD1 is my base mesh, and the others are the morphs.

👠Step 4:

Go back to your package on S3PE. Right click on the GEOM mesh you exported before, then click on Replace, and select your new base mesh. Save and close your package.

👠Step 5:

Go back to Mesh Toolkit. Go to the Package Tools tab, and then to the Add Morphs to Clothing/Hair tab, and open your package.

Tick "Use GEOM morph meshes", untick "Change morph blend TGI".

Then tick the morph you will add to the package, and then in the according box (in my case,LOD1 box, but again, if you're working with a LOD0, put it in the LOD0 box) open your new morph.

Then click on "Add morph to package". A box confirming the action will pop-up.

Repeat this step with the other morphs, reminding always to tick the according morph or otherwise you might make some mistake (as adding a fit morph in the place of the fat one).

After you finished, save your package (either the current one, or save as new package).

👠Step 6:

Now test it in game! If everything was done right, you should see no distortion in the shoes and necklaces. Also check if the morphs are working as intended, because sometimes we can make mistakes!

Remember that you'll won't be able to have both the old and the new altered package since they're still the same, we just replaced the meshes and morphs.

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 9/25/24

Look it's Tuesday I made it! Somehow. Sentences under cut!

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Camila gives Gus a long look, raising an eyebrow. She probably doesn't believe it, which is fair, because it's not true. But she still leads them back to the area Gus and Hunter got left behind in. She grabs a bright yellow bottle off a shelf and places it in the basket. “Anything else?” Nobody else really wants anything in particular. Vee does look into the cart and frown at the many cartons of eggs. (They're so small. Griffins must be tiny here.) “We could eat lunch here,” Vee suggests. “So we can take all this right home after we leave. There will be time to show everyone the rest of town tomorrow.”

marble wall 3 for @valleyfthdolls @sourb0i @eriquin @aisalynn

Luz shakes her head. “It’s June, it won't be dark for a while. Uh, why don't we decide what we're, like, doing? Like, do we need a coffin or something? And what should we say?” “I don't know what that… is?” “Like a box that you bury people in?” That sounds kind of pointless. “It's supposed to, uh, protect the body? And it's, like, cleaner than… putting it in the dirt?” Luz adds when he doesn't answer her. There are many things Hunter could say to this.

Does Raine know what owl beast venom tastes – that's a stupid question. If anyone other than Eda would know… He sets the glass aside. “Don’t tell her about this.” “About the apple blood?” “Well, don't tell her about the apple blood either,” he groans. He can only imagine what Eda would have to say about that. “But that’s not what I meant.” Raine thinks for a moment. “You did lie to us about Lacey, didn't you?” He told the others that she had tried to haunt Belos. That her goals aligned with their own. Not that she became a ghost over some decades-long grudge. Possibly the only other people who knew her true motivation were Perry Porter and Mira Graye herself. “Weird thing to lie about,” Raine continues. “So she was a little petty. So what? So are you. So is Eda. Waiting around for years just to see a rival die? She would've thought that was so cool.” They're probably right. But grandmother's somewhat embarrassing prioritization wasn't the only reason he said that. “Would you have trusted her? If you'd known she didn't actually care that much about taking down the emperor?” he asks. They shrug. “Probably. She wasn't a hardcore loyalist or anything, right?” “Not anymore,” he says simply. “Oh.” Neither of them speak for a long moment. Raine takes another awkward sip of their apple blood. “I'm sorry,” they say suddenly.

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[chaoskirin]

Internet Ads, continued

I didn't want to hijack the pi-hole thread, but I did want to talk more about ads.

There are so many ads because it takes an incredible number of impressions for an ad to sell a product. Despite being absolutely inundated with ads, any single ad campaign which creates hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of impressions will sell only a tiny percentage of product. In certain unsuccessful ads, the company spends more money on the ad than they make back from sales. Average conversion rate is 2%, but the caveat is, people only buy products when they see the same thing advertised to them multiple times. This is why impressions are so cheap. If you buy 100 impressions, your conversion rate is likely to be much closer to 0% because of the uncertainty of who is being advertised to. Over half of all ad impressions are never even seen by a consumer.

When advertising is so cheap, anyone can advertise, which dilutes the reliability of products being advertised. If you recall, the recent automatic litter box that killed cats by asphyxiation was heavily advertised, and because it was slightly cheaper than the real Litter Robot (but advertised itself as a "litter robot") the company only had to do the math between buying ads and approximately 2-5% of conversions (purchases). It is impossible for a consumer to tell at a glance which products are reliable and which aren't. Understandably, this diminishes the trust consumers have in ANY ads, which forces all companies to be more aggressive with their campaigns, and the number of ads increases just to reach a profitable conversion rate.

Only about 44% of American citizens have ever purchased a product after viewing at ad, which means campaigns are successful with less than half the population. And this is an ALL TIME statistic. 44% have purchased AT LEAST one product from an ad. This does not mean they reliably purchase products from ads.

Advertising steals bandwidth. I first realized ads were a problem years ago when I couldn't load the WEATHER CHANNEL site, and when I did, I got auto-playing video and sound ads that made the experience terrible. Video ads suck up your data limit. And in an age where so many internet providers are unnecessarily limiting how much you're allowed to view per month, even ONE video ad can fuck you over.

Ads can click through to virus downloads. I don't think I need to say more about this.

There's a lot more to ads than just that, though. This is just the beginning. I could probably spend an hour talking about how all social media treats YOU the consumer as a product to sell to advertisers, and that's why they're so adamant about keeping you browsing for so long.

It's also not fair to compare TV or radio advertising with internet advertising. At most, a TV ad wastes your time.

You're also not charged more if your television runs too many ads in a 30-day period. Ads don't cover most of the screen while the show you're watching is running. Ads don't slow down your television, and you can't click on them to be taken to a malicious website. They can't hold your TV hostage until you download malware onto your TV. They don't run background auctions for your attention.

I can't comment on the regulation of TV ads versus internet ads, but the cost, regulation, need for network approval, and smaller number of television ads overall seems to make ads on TV less likely to be scams. This isn't always true. But I personally feel it's easier to regulate 25 ads over the course of an hour than thousands.

Anyway, ads are a blight on the internet.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

🎵 Whirling-in-Rags, 8PM

2. "Get a grip Glen. She went to law school."

GLEN - "So fucking what? Lots of models are actually really smart people, fuckwad!"

ELIZABETH - "No, Glen -- they aren't." Her tone is cold and uninvolved.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - This didn't change her opinion of you.

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - It's not her. She's not a Hardie girl. Definitely.

+5 XP

CAFETERIA WINDOW - Again you find yourself looking at that big old window...

3. [Perception (Sight) - Heroic 15] Look out the window.

+1 Inland told you... +1 Mysterious door seen. +1 You've been here for a long time.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Heroic: Success] - There's a yellow ribbon tied to one of the branches -- light yellow, faded with time. A tiny splash of colour in the blackness of the thicket. Hanging from it -- a bronze key.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Someone hid the key in the bush and attached a yellow ribbon to make it easier to find.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Easy: Success] - It's close enough to the latch up there -- one can slide it open and just take it. Surely not a coincidence.

"Someone's hid a key in the bush." (Point at the window.)

TITUS HARDIE- "Huh?" The big guy looks behind him.

"I need your guys to hand the key to me."

"Can you let me slide by so I can grab the thing?"

"Titus, can you hand the key to me please?"

TITUS HARDIE- "I'm not your janitor, cop." He glances at the window. "I don't even know what you're talking about. There's nothing there."

KIM KITSURAGI - "If he says it's there, it's there." The lieutenant takes his glasses off to clean them -- then puts them back on.

2. "Can you let me slide by so I can grab the thing?"

ALAIN - "I don't know about that..." The tattooed man yawns and settles more comfortably on the bench. "I'm comfortable here... don't think any sliding would really help right now."

GLEN - "Sorry, Fucko! Looks like you're gonna have to go bush-diving. Good fucking luck with that -- the hawthorn's got a bitch of a bite!"

SHANKY - "I'm gonna enjoy the sight of you in the bushes out there..."

THEO - With a loud thud the old man stands up -- pushes the window open -- grabs the key from the hawthorn branch and slides it across the table to you.

Take the key.

THEO - The key is brass. 'Workshop, Spare' is etched into its bow. The old man closes the window and sits back down in silence.

Item gained: Spare Key for Workshop

GLEN - "C'mon, man. We were just having some fun! Where's the harm in...?"

THEO - "I'm tired of listening to your shit."

"Thank you." (Nod to the old man.)

"Does anyone know why this key was hanging right outside the Union box window?"

(Look at the key in your hand.) "I wonder what doors does it open?"

[Leave.]

THEO - "Don't thank me." The old man takes out his pack of chewing tobacco. "I don't give two shits about your key."

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - There is a silence around this man's words -- unlike Titus, they're *afraid* of him. That's the type of respect he commands.

2. "Does anyone know why this key was hanging right outside the Union box window?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Didn't even know it was there..." The man looks at the key in your hand -- then around the room. "Boys?"

ALAIN - "No idea."

EUGENE - "Never even seen it. Someone must have hidden it there before this room became our place."

3. (Look at the key in your hand.) "I wonder what doors does it open?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It *could* open the door in the kitchen -- the blue door." He looks at the key in your hand. "It says 'Workshop, Spare' -- maybe there's a workshop there?"

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - It's worth a try.

4. [Leave.]

TITUS HARDIE - "It's you again..." He acknowledges you gruffly. "What is it?"

Scan the room.

"I want to talk about the hanging again."

"Me and Evrart talked. He promised you'd cooperate."

"I found someone who saw the hanging. A witness."

"So I talked to Klaasje about the tape."

"I'm going to take off now." [Leave.]

TITUS HARDIE - "Oh, so you went and talked to my mommy -- and now she's making me play with you?" He spits. "Is that it, lawman?"

SHANKY - "And what's going to happen if we don't?" The little guy leans forward. "You gonna go and *tell* on us?"

"Very mature, guys. Evrart sent word, right?"

"Why don't you push me some more and find out, gimp."

"I would *never* tell on someone!"

"Let's change the subject."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah yeah, I heard him. The fuck do you think I'm doing here? You'd have your ass handed to you if it wasn't for the bossman's word."

"Let me state this very clearly, coppo." He clears his throat and declares: "Hello, officer! I'm Titus Hardie and these are my boys. Hardie boys. How may we assist you?"

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Explosive laughter follows. To his men, Titus Hardie is a golden god. They want to laugh at his jokes even before they leave his lips. This guy is a born leader.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - It would take an army to bend Titus to its will, but having Evrart back you up like that... did seem to have *some* effect.

3. "I found someone who saw the hanging. A witness."

TITUS HARDIE - "A witness?" The tall man crosses his arms on his chest. "You ain't got shit. The locals would never come to you with this."

ALAIN - "That's just cop-tactics, Titus. Next he's gonna tell you one of us already rolled on the others -- and is in witness protection."

"My witness isn't a local."

"Let's just drop this."

TITUS HARDIE - Titus scratches the back of his head and asks: "Well, let's hear it then. Who is your mystery fella?"

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He's not alarmed by the sudden appearance of a witness. But he is surprised.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - This goes without saying, but nonetheless -- don't give out his name.

"Charles Villedrouin, a high ranking government official from Rue de Saint Ghislaine 33-B."

"Let's just say he's a high ranking government official -- and leave it at that."

"Who he *is* is irrelevant."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah, right... like we wouldn't know if an MI plant was in our town." Titus looks over his shoulder to his men. "Nice try, right?"

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - MI is short for Moralintern. Moralintern is short for Moralist International, the coalition that runs Revachol.

ALAIN - "I've seen this shit a million times, Titus. Flyfishing -- they're desperate." He turns to you. "Tell us, copper, what wacky claims did he make?"

"The witness said the hanging went down very quietly. No shouting, no commotion."

"The witness said he saw two people of Areopagite descent. And one Mesque."

"The witness said it all looked like a *surreal play*."

"Enough about the witness."

SHANKY - "It's you assholes that feel the need to go around like a fucking brass band -- the Hardie boys are dead silent."

ALAIN - "Yeah! It's like they put cowbells on you before they send you to the streets." He says provokingly. "What's with the cowbells, police man?"

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - They're avoiding having to answer this question.

"I'd imagined you guys drinking and singing lynching songs. What's with the funeral silence?"

Never mind.

GLEN - "We were drinking!" He looks around. "Weren't we guys? I hit the bottle hard. I was drunk as fuck."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Right. I'm convinced, Glen." He nods sarcastically. "Nothing off here. Just a regular hanging."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Bullseye! Glen looks around uncomfortably. The lieutenant hit a nerve.

2. "The witness said he saw two people of Areopagite descent. And one Mesque."

EUGENE - "Areopagite?" He starts laughing. "Boss, I think he's trying to say me and Theo."

TITUS HARDIE - "Well yeah..." Titus nods. "What is confusing you? Eugene, Theo and Alain were there too. I already told you -- we were all there."

3. "The witness said it all looked like a *surreal play*."

ALAIN - "Those flaccid MI cocks with their *culture* language." The Mesque spits on the ground angrily. "Everything's a *surreal play* or a *sublime whatever*. Doesn't mean anything."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It means the whole scene was long and drawn out. Like it was from a *film*."

SHANKY - "What is this fella's problem?!" The little guy addresses everyone and no one. "Sorry, we didn't make it more action-packed. It wasn't the first thing on our minds you see."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Shanky -- it's Shanky, right?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "I thought there's something wrong about the lynching story. Now I *know* there was."

SHANKY - "You don't know shiiiiiit!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I know you're lying, Shanky." He writes in his notebook.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - You didn't break this wagon fort, but you did manage to rattle the people inside a bit.

TITUS HARDIE - "Some witness... I pulled the same shit. Came up with some shit -- then went and said it to people. Get a reaction. Don't have to go to cop school to try that."

GLEN - "You don't have to go to school for shit -- I never went to school and I'm doing great!"

EUGENE - "You doing a hell of a job, man! Hell of a job!"

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Okay, maybe it doesn't *feel* like this did anything to them -- but they have to be fretting a *little*. Everyone is afraid of witnesses. *Witness* is a scary word.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - So much bluster to hide the fact that they're uncomfortable with you having this info.

3. "So I talked to Klaasje about the tape."

TITUS HARDIE - "And?"

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He tenses immediately. Chest tightens. Jaw sets. Ready for another blow.

"And nothing. She stands by what she said."

"I'll get back to you on that one."

TITUS HARDIE - "That fucking fucker..." He stares at his beer for two seconds -- intently -- then turns to you. "You're the worst cops in Revachol! I gave you *gold* on that tape."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - That 'fucker' wasn't aimed at you. It was at *her*.

"Gold? It was just locker room talk. It's not evidence."

"It was dark stuff, but it didn't prove anything. And it didn't change her mind."

"Yeah it was bad. Honestly, I expected it to have more effect…"

"She pretty much laughed it off, Titus."

TITUS HARDIE - "Dark?! Dark is when you start a goddamn death-rock band! He said he'd rape her!" He shakes his head in disbelief.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Sounds like he wanted it to change her mind about the hanged man. This is definitely personal.

TITUS HARDIE - "What did she have to say then? Fine by her?! This is what people are *supposed* to be like? Fucking whoopty doo!"

"She did not say *whoopty doo*."

"It did not come as a surprise to her. And she definitely wasn't scared."

"Actually, I think it made her a little *nostalgic*."

"If anything, she seemed turned on by the whole doorgunning thing."

"Titus, she said she would like to be a little doorgunner herself, if she could."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I can confirm that."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - I see what you're doing there. Let's push him.

TITUS HARDIE - "She didn't? Well, *whoopty doo* then!" He's too angry to drink his beer. He just stares at it.

5. "Titus, she said she would like to be a little doorgunner herself, if she could."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. In fact..." The lieutenant looks at you, then him. "I think she thought it was a little funny."

TITUS HARDIE - "Funny?" Titus mumbles, his lips barely moving: "No good goddamn psycho whore..."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Seems like they wanted to give Klaasje a second chance to play along -- she *still* didn't.

TITUS HARDIE - "Alright!" He slams his giant fist on the door frame. "All-fucking-righty then! I guess it's good then! That fucking..."

ELIZABETH - "Please try to control yourself in the presence of *visitors*, Titus." Her voice is a bit softer than earlier.

TITUS HARDIE - "This is just perfect. Just fucking perfect. Any thoughts on this, lawman?" Titus rubs his chin with his palm, as if trying to grind it smooth.

Task complete: Doorgunner Megamix

+10 XP

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - You don't have to say everything out loud. Just mix and match.

There's not actually a *penalty* for saying everything.

"I think this is personal for you. I think you had feelings for her."

"I think you had a lie planned, but she didn't play along."

"Maybe she isn't who you thought she was."

"Maybe she is still in denial. You know, like a defence mechanism."

"Be straight with me, Titus: What really happened?" (Wrap this up.)

GLEN - "Pft!" Glen explodes with indignation. "Everyone's got feelings for each other! Where are you going with this?!"

TITUS HARDIE - "It's alright, Glen." He rubs his temple. "I just thought she... I thought *anyone* would come around if they heard that shit. Apparently I was wrong."

GLEN - "Yeah, that was fucked up." He smiles sympathetically.

SUGGESTION - He wanted her to see the man for what he was. Now that you know, you might wanna lay off this topic -- or else you might antagonize him.

+5 XP

TITUS HARDIE - "I just got too worked up. Big man lost his shit." He shakes his head. "It's cool now."

2. "I think you had a lie planned, but she didn't play along."

TITUS HARDIE - "I asked for your opinion, not a bed-time story. Tell it to your grandma."

"This tape was the last chance for her to do what was planned."

"Sure, I'll do that."

KIM KITSURAGI - "But she didn't. She knows she can't lie to us. Unlike you."

Hm.

TITUS HARDIE - "Fantastic. So *now* you remember how to do your job..." He despondently glances at his beer. "I'm so sick of this piss -- we should get something harder in here."

SHANKY - "Yeah, guys, we should get a party going tonight!"

THEO - "Why?"

SHANKY - "Uh..." He looks at the old man in the corner. "Maybe not then."

LOGIC - Success. They admitted to unlawful collaboration to derail the investigation.

+5 XP

3. "Maybe she isn't who you thought she was."

TITUS HARDIE - "Nah... I know her." He looks upstairs, distracted. "She's just a girl in over her head."

"You don't know?! She's a model! She won a pageant!"

"She's not some helpless girl. She handled the mercenary well enough."

"She's a hard-core party girl with a bigger death wish than mine."

"Huh, I guess you do know her then."

TITUS HARDIE - "*Handled* him?" He baulks. "She got into some stupid shit with that guy. Shit *we* had to take care of."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, yes, we heard all about it and the fact still stands: you were more disturbed by the tape than her."

4. "Maybe she is still in denial. You know, like a defence mechanism."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah... maybe. That is a possibility."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He does not sound very convinced anymore.

5. "Be straight with me, Titus: What really happened?" (Wrap this up.)

TITUS HARDIE - "I already told you." He puts his giant face in his hands and sighs. "We fucking hanged him."

New task: Get the whole story from Titus

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - There's less gusto in his voice now. His men too are growing increasingly silent.

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - They're confused. This is growing over their heads.

KIM KITSURAGI - "C'mon, Titus. We know you didn't hang him. He was *shot*." He taps on his notebook. "I know you're tired; so am I -- why don't you just..."

TITUS HARDIE - "You know what?" He gets closer. "I *am* tired. I'm tired of you *and* the whore upstairs."

"Next time you see her -- tell her Titus said FUCK OFF!" He throws his beer can down.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - This is the petulant rage of someone who's at the end of their wits.

TITUS HARDIE - "That lying, scamming... We're done! This is over, you understand? Your little investigation -- is OVER."

ALAIN - "Yeah..." There is a silence in the room. Alain starts saying something -- then thinks best not to.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - On the floor, beer drips out of the can, into a small puddle. No one does anything about it.

TITUS HARDIE - "What is this quiet funeral shit? What we need is some *beers* in us!" He looks around. "BARTENDER! Twenty beers for the Dockworkers' Union!"

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Why don't we make it FORTY, huh?" The man shouts from behind the counter. "Why don't we make it A HUNDRED beers, you're not loud enough!"

GLEN - "A hundred beers -- now we're talking!" Glen livens up. "Hoppity-hop over here cafeteria manager!"

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - The window might be closing. The more beers they get in them, the less cooperative they will be.

3. [Rhetoric - Godly 16] Convince Titus he is being manipulated.

+1 Mentioned surreal play. +1 Strange reaction to bullet. +1 Evrart asked to cooperate. +1 Understood why Titus is upset. -1 Pushed Titus on the tape. +1 Warned about the tribunal. +1 Discussed eighth Hardie. +1 Confronted about drug trade.

RHETORIC [Godly: Success]- Convince *Titus?* he's being manipulated? You should know by now -- Titus Hardie will never falter.

One of his boys will.

"That's it then. Case closed." (Look around.) "We're going home, Kim."

RHETORIC - Just remember it's about more than Klaasje. It's about these men and Martinaise: their district, their *responsibility*.

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - Outside in the evening light -- ruined and old, shadows lengthen on the pavement. A distant gunshot.

2. "That's it then. Case closed." (Look around.) "We're going home, Kim."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Huh?" The lieutenant raises his brow.

RHETORIC - He'll get it. Go on.

"Write it down, Kim -- in Martinaise they just kill you because they don't *like* you."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Got it." He takes out his notebook. "Kill you -- because they don't like you. All because..."

[legolasghosty]

“I think I deserve a kiss for this.” + Willex, plz and thank you?

Please pay NO attention to how late this is... But enjoy!

Willie goes over the plan again in his head. His dads will be here around 9, they'll do a little apartment tour, pour coffee, and eat brunch. They'll probably end up chatting for a while after as well. It will be fine. It's just his dads after all.

His super rich dads. Coming to their tiny 2-bedroom apartment. Which they just moved into a week ago.

Plus it's the first place Willie has ever had with a partner, which adds a whole new level of pressure. Sure, he and Alex have been together for years, and had been friends for ages before that, but still! This whole brunch thing has to go well!

Speaking of which, where is Alex? Willie has been up since 4, cleaning, but Alex hasn't appeared from his room, where the couple crashed last night. It's almost 7:30, and Alex is supposed to make the food. Willie is perfectly fine admitting they're a disaster in the kitchen. But that does mean they're reliant on Alex for this... and if he's not even awake yet....

Willie pokes his head into Alex's room just as the drummer's alarm goes off. The peppy chords of some Dirty Candy song from a few years ago echo through the room along with Alex's groan. He mumbles something unintelligible and reaches a blind hand out to smack at his phone screen. Willie allows themselves thirty seconds to enjoy the soft, rumpled, unkempt sight that is his boyfriend first thing in the morning.

Alex has never been a morning person, obviously. He's usually a bit of a grump until he's had a few minutes to take his retainer out and get a drink. Woe to anyone who dares argue with him before he's had at least a partial cup of coffee. He's always running into corners and furniture because his eyes aren't open all the way.

Alex is a mess in the mornings. Willie loves that they get to be the one to see that Alex every day.

However, they're on a time crunch today.

"Hey Babe, you up?" Willie calls.

"No," Alex grumbles, pulling the duvet up to his chin.

Willie chuckles, then glances down at his watch. "Sorry, but I need your kitchen skills," they point out, walking over to the bed and tugging gently on the edge of the blanket.

"Too bad," Alex mumbles. "Too many boxes yesterday...."

Willie winces sympathetically. It's true that Alex had spent most of yesterday finishing up the unpacking of their stuff. Willie had helped as much as he could, but he'd had a double shift at work so they'd been gone most of the day. But they still have people coming over so...

"Baby, please?" Willie requests.

Alex groans again and sits up, just like Willie knew he would. "You play dirty, Covington, no pet names this early," he informs them. The glare that accompanies the statement doesn't hold any real anger though.

"I love you," Willie responds, giving him a hand up. Then they're headed back to the living room. The kitchen is already clean, but the couches need to be straightened and the TV isn't actually plugged in yet and the bathroom could probably use another once over...

"What am I making again?" Alex asks as he enters the main room a few minutes later.

"Eggs, french toast, fruit, coffee," Willie rattles off.

"I deserve a kiss for this," Alex mutters as he flips on the coffee machine.

Willie laughs and pecks him on the cheek as he passes, heading for the paper towels to wipe down the bathroom counter. But before he makes it out of the kitchen, Alex catches them by the forearm.

"Are you okay?" Alex asks, eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Of course," Willie responds, surprised. Why wouldn't they be? They just want this to be perfect.

"How long have you been up?" Alex inquires, not letting go of his arm.

"Since like 4:30 or something," Willie answers. "Not that long. I gotta go clean the bathroom."

Alex still doesn't let go. Why isn't he letting go? "Willie, you're freaking me out," Alex says softly. "This is just your dads, right?"

"Yeah but I want it to be perfect for them," Willie says. "I gotta be perfect, this is a big deal."

Willie catches his own words a beat after Alex does. "Oh," they sigh, deflating a bit.

"Yeah," Alex agrees, finally letting go of Willie's arm to pull him into a hug. "It's okay, you're okay. Caleb became your dad when you were, what, 7? And Trevor and Caleb got engaged when you were 11? They've both stuck with you for all of that time. They love you. It's okay if it's not perfect."

Willie forces himself to just lean on his boyfriend and listen to his low, sleepy words. Right. Brunch doesn't have to be perfect. Willie doesn't have to be perfect.

"Sorry," they mumble after a minute.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Alex promises. "It happens. That kind of stuff is hard to train yourself out of. Believe me, I get it."

Willie chuckles and reaches up to wrap their arms around Alex's neck. "Thank you," he murmurs before pressing a light kiss to Alex's mouth. "For all of this."

"I love you," Alex responds simply before reconnecting their mouths.

Willie knows Alex can hear their I love you too loud and clear as they kiss in their new, shared kitchen. It might as well be written on the walls already. It's the truth that got them here after all.

Brunch is far from perfect. But it's great regardless(even if the food is a bit late).

[sundere1181]

you made your own version of turtles??

tell me everything 👀👀

sorry it took me so long to answer it i WAS gonna put a detailed description of everything here but it got deleted halfway through writing it and i am Too Tired to rewrite it so here's a bunch of different discord snippets ive written abt it + a character list thing.

Donnie: Spotted pond turtle. The oldest. Deaf, uses modified sign language and AAC to communicate. Has the power of foresight. Very powerful visions can cause seizures (not fun) the spots on his shell are often painted purple by Leo.

Leo: River cooter. Middle child #1. Likes to cause trouble for fun and do dangerous things. the artist of the family. Has lightning/electric powers. Speaks fluent Japanese and sign language. 

Mikey: Gulf coast box turtle. Middle child #2. Fire powers. Looks up to Leo a lot and often goes with him on his trips to cause trouble. Punk, wears lots of black and orange. Has a minor crush on Casey (but like who doesnt)

Raph: Albino wood turtle. Youngest child. Short ass mf. Density manipulation (ITS COOL I PROMISE LOOK https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Density_Manipulation ) . Often doesn't get visibly/verbally angry at his brothers, but does get very obviously violently angry at literally everyone else. (AKA rise raph around his family, 2012 raph with everyone else)

thinking about the fact the Kraang while trying to make the baroque turtles into super soldiers because their robot bodies are weak af gave them like these insane powers so when Splinter adopted them this poor, grieving, traumatized old man had to not only take care of four rambunctious and mischievous turtle babies, he had to take care of  four rambunctious and mischievous turtle babies who could set themselves on fire and walk through walls and short circuit every electronic device in his house just by sneezing, and have prophetic visions. poor guy

like imagine the terrible twos splinter is running around trying to find Raph because its bath time but he keeps walking through sewer walls, he's carrying Mikey but he has to drop him because he spontaneously burst into flames again, Donnie is literally the only one who is in the bath because he knows they're going to watch his favorite movie as a treat afterwards, and Leo read somewhere that electricity powers mean you can possibly read someone's mind, so he's following Splinter around trying to read his mind. and splinters like "How did I get into this situation"

okay so in this vers Splinter and his father had come from Japan (Haven't figured out why yet) and somehow ended up in a sort of rebellion against the kraang (it's just them two trying to thwart their plans) ne day they go in because they heard they're experimenting with some kind of supersoldiers, and they find out that they mutated four teeny tiny helpless baby turtles. So they're like "we gotta save them!!" But in the process they set off a mutagen bomb accidentally which mutates Splinter into the rat (Idk they just had some sopping wet pathetic rat dna in it or something) Splinters dad fucking dies but he manages to escape to the sewers with the turtles and trains them in ninjitsu. However, 15 years later he learns that his father DIDN'T die, he was brainwashed by the kraang and is now the Shredder and he wants to fucking kill them

I am also currently thinking about. newverse karai (Sentient robot)

I wasn't originally going to have voice claims for the baroque boys but then I listened to War! and heard Zach Callison go "What? You didn't know?" And now that's B!Leo's voice claim

the baroque was an artstyle in the late 1400s and as told by this snippet, this fits my turtles in more ways than one; the turtles, who are mutants and therefore not accepted by society and probably would be described by humans as grotesque or ugly or whatever. But they're also elaborate. Leo (who is the artist of the family in this version) cut's his mask tails into little lightning bolts and starches them so they keep their shape. raph is a creamsicle. Mikey is punk (spikes) and also has his mask tails cut into little flames (unstarched, though) and even Donnie has Leo paint the spots on his shell purple

(not a discord snippet, but i havent actually talked about my kraang or bishop in depth yet) in this version, the kraang (who look more like 2012 kraang but arent a hivemind) are still aliens ofc, but thereres these four kraang who are ostracized by their alien society bc theyre kinda pathetic, so they banded together and came to earth in hopes of taking it over and transforming it yadda yadda to prove to the other kraang they arent bitch ass losers. when they get there, however, they meet a cyborg woman with a mysterious past who offers to make them a wonderous mostly robotic army. they agree, not realizing that shes manipulative and insane, and she ends up just taking over their whole thing, the four kraang are kind of just her servants now but she works under their name. (this is bishop, by the way. if rise can make casey a woman than i can make bishop a woman #feminism)

[sophiewritesworld]

Dating Eddie would include ...

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader A/N: It's part of my grieving process.

Dating Eddie is a BIIIIG Adventure (Yes, capital A).

You had the biggest crush on him ever for the longest time possible but since you hang with the popular crowd, the only way for you to get close to him is through drugs.

At first, he thinks you're just making fun of him so he refuses but you insist, almost begging him to meet you in his regular spot. Thinking about it, you cringe at how desperate you sounded.

You buy from him. Once. Twice. Five. Ten times. Each time, you talk more to each other, you laugh more and just that makes you happier than ever.

You never use whatever you buy from him though. You hide the tiny bags in a metal box underneath a broken floor board in your closet.

It takes you a while and a whole load of courage to tell him the truth. Again he thinks you're messing with him, which lowkey breaks your heart because you thought you built some sort of trust overtime. And when you're sad, you get frustrated and just run away because you know you'll start crying. “You know what? Forget about it, I shouldn't have said anything.”

But it's Eddie and he is not the type to run away from things (we wish he did in volume 2). “Why would you like someone me?”

You find yourself sitting on the wooden bench listing every little thing you like about. From his insane hair to his incredible confidence. You do it in one go, you even gesture him not to talk when you see him about to say something, you don't want him to cut you off, you need him to listen. “You couldn't just talk to me like a normal human being would do, could ya?”

That's how it all started.

Eddie teaches you how to play guitar.

One afternoon while chilling in his bedroom, he grabs his guitar and starts playing one of your favorite songs of his.

“Teach me how play. Something easy though.” You say when he finishes playing.

So he does. Whenever you have a moment, he'd sit behind you on the bed, holding the guitar on your lap and guides you.

You're a fast learner and before he knows it, you also play songs he taught you.

And D&D.

Your interest in the game grows bigger each time you see him plan a campaign and be so invested in it.

His passion shows and you just want to share this with him.

So you ask him to explain the rules one day.

It surprises him that you even show the tiniest bit of interest in the game but as he explains, he clearly sees how interested you're in it.

He helps you create your character but you refuse to join Hellfire. “But why?” “I don't wanna make a fool of myself in front of the others.” “Seriously baby, they're the last people on earth to ever make fun of others.”

You eventually agree to one campaign.

One leading to another, so that you find yourself part of the group.

He makes you a Hellfire Club shirt.

You help him with school.

You take matter into your own hands to help him pass not only Ms. O'Donall's class but get better grades in the rest.

It is complicated to keep him focused for a very long time so you bribe him. “For each good answer, you'll get a kiss. How about that?”

It works like magic.

You are the one to say "I love you" first.

It slips out of your lips while you're both laying in bed, him mindlessly tracing random patterns on your bare back. You're half asleep against his chest.

Eddie doesn't register what you say right away. Neither do you.

“What did you say?” He asks after a moment.

You repeat yourself, this time looking at him.

It knocks him breathless to hear those words coming out of your mouth. He never heard anybody say these words to him.

“I know I'm asking for too much but could- ” “I love you Eddie. I love you so much.” He flips you over on the bed and smiles, the brightest smile he ever had on his face. “I love you too, baby.”

From then on, you make sure to remind him how much you love him every single day and every single moment of it.

Wearing his clothes.

Eddie melts whenever he sees you harbouring his clothes be it just around him or in public.

The first time you dared to put on his t-shirt, he swore his heart almost stopped beating. “You are never wearing anything else but my stuff, doll.”

At school, you often steal his vest or have his bandana wrapped around your wrist showing Hawkins High that Eddie was yours and yours only.

He doesn't wear your clothes, for many obvious reasons, but he always has one of your hair ties on his wrist.

Pet names.

He is so into giving you different pet names - depending on his mood really.

The more often, he calls you ‘sweetheart’ or ‘baby’.

When he is in the mood, it's often ‘baby girl’ or ‘doll’.

You call him ‘my love’ because you know it makes him all soft and sweet - which he is 101% of the time - but this just makes him extra soft and sweet.

You don't have to switch names, just tones.

If by any bad luck you're mad at each other, you never call each other by your full names but just nicknames.

Kisses and more.

Eddie pours his heart and soul into his kisses, they're always warm and full of love.

He either has his hands on your face or around your waist so he can pull you as close to him as he physically can.

Forehead kisses in front of the kids. “We don't want to traumatize them now, do we?”

But some of his kisses can be rough and extremely demanding. You're dating Eddie Munson after all.

He would kiss you until you're breathless.

He adores it when you moan against his lips, he feels so proud that he has gotten you to lose some self control by just kissing you.

Hear me out, Eddie is definitely an ass man. When you're making out, just expect him to grab your ass. And if he gets too carried away, the very next day, you'd find light bruises from his fingertips digging into your skin.

When Eddie kisses your neck, be certain that he won't go without leaving hickeys. He has a thing for marking you - not that you mind anyways.

He is so into teasing you to the point that you're a begging mess in front of him then he gives you what you want.

Eddie is an experienced man. He didn't have a real relationship but one night stands? He lived on that until you.

Hand holding.

Eddie won't take a step if you are not holding his hand. It's vital.

Driving, sitting, sleeping, cooking, whatever this boy is doing, he would be holding your hand in one way or another.

He feels safe.

Getting matching tattoos.

The idea comes many months after you start dating.

He is the one to say it, as a joke in case you find it too rushed or too much.

You agree under one condition. “We'll do it after you snatch that diploma from principal Higgins in a few months. Deal?”

You get something small and simple but meaningful to both of you.

Even if you don't last forever, this will always be a sweet reminder of the most beautiful thing that ever happened to you.

Movie nights are a ritual.

Every Friday, Steve sees you at Family video to pick a movie or two, alone or with Eddie.

It's often in his place since his uncle works at night most of the time but if your parents aren't home, you'll crash in your living room and enjoy your horror movie together.

When you get two movies, you'd either be asleep by half of the second or you'd be busy making out.

Listening to music together.

Music is a big thing for Eddie.

You knew it before even exchanging a word with him.

It's not surprising that your styles are polar opposites but again, you learn to enjoy what he likes and the other way around.

Going to every single performance of Corroded Coffins.

You're his number one fan.

He writes songs just for you which only make you fall in love with him even more.

Most of the time, you bring Dustin with you.

Eventually Mike, Lucas and the rest of the group start to come as well.

Late night drives and camping in his van.

Some nights are rougher than other, so Eddie drives you around Hawkins, music playing on the radio with the volume down until you're knocked out, snuggled in his leather jacket.

Some other nights you just like going on rides, singing your favorite songs on top of your lungs.

Eddie often takes you on week-ends in his van.

It's nothing luxurious but he does his best to make everything comfortable for you.

You sleep with the doors open, cuddled against him, stargazing and all that.

Meeting his uncle and him meeting your parents/siblings.

When Eddie brings you up to his uncle, the man can't believe his nephew has finally found happiness. Wayne can tell from the way Eddie's eyes are shining as he speaks about you and his inability to suppress the smile on his face even when he stops talking about you.

“Ready?” Eddie asks you before you both get in the trailer that you visited countless times before. You're nervous but Wayne is very welcoming and makes you immediately comfortable around him.

He even brings up some embarrassing memories from when Eddie was a kid. “You really have to do this, uh?”

You, on the other hand, have to tiptoe on your words to tell your parents you have a boyfriend. But the hardest part is to tell them who the said boyfriend is.

“Munson? Wayne's nephew?” Your father asks and you nod, looking straight at the vegetables in your plate. He doesn't say anything else.

It's only a few days later that your mother casually says “Why don't you bring Eddie over for dinner tomorrow honey?”

“What am I supposed to wear? I can't wear this to meet your parents.” Eddie is panicking.

But once he meets your parents, he relaxes. They welcome him just as warmly as Wayne - or uncle Wayne as he asked you to call him - did.

If you have siblings, they'll love him. Despite the look, Eddie is a big softie and he is amazing with kids.

[let-them-read-fics]

Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (2/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the second half of the request, featuring Rosé and Lisa. If you want to see the first part, with Jisoo and Jennie, click the link below. I hope you enjoy!

Click for Jisoo and Jennie

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Rosé

Park Chaeyoung: The girl who hung with the wrong crowd.

Your problem lied more so with the people she associated with than her herself. You couldn't wrap your head around why such a kind person like her would spend time with the class clowns and bullies, and to make matters worse, she would stick up for them as well.

She spent most of her days in either the art or music room, creating the masterpieces that her brain came up with.

But as soon as school was over, she'd be hanging out with them again and getting into trouble. For instance, because of her talents, they would invite her to go with them and graffiti various hot spots around town. She never vandalized any monuments or landmarks of importance -- she typically stuck to bridges or abandoned buildings -- but after getting caught with them multiple times, it was inevitable for her to be held accountable.

She was given a week's detention to make up for her actions

You, coincidentally, had a teacher that absolutely loathed you for no reason at all. No matter how good of a student you were for him, he didn't care; he had a vendetta against you for some reason, and he patiently waited for the opportunity to ruin your day.

You came in literally 10 seconds after the bell rang, putting the breakfast sandwich you stopped to get on the way into your mouth so you could open the door. He was standing at the front with a smug grin on his face, and you already knew what was coming.

You were also given an ungodly sentence of a week's detention.

Turning Point

"If I see you on your phones, I'm taking them." The monitor informs before sitting at the desk, reclining in the chair and putting his feet up soon after. You sigh and lean back in your seat, attempting to find a way to pass the next two hours without getting in trouble. Your eyes scan across the room, eventually landing on Rosé, where she sits a couple rows away from you. Sunlight is streaming in through the window next to her, its golden rays peeking through the breaks in the clouds above to shine on her. She looks gorgeous as she doodles away in her notebook, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear when it falls in front of her face.

After waiting on the monitor to fall asleep and sending one last glance to double check, you quietly stand from your seat and go sit next to her.

You barely know each other, but she's your only hope of remaining sane and occupied.

"Hi," you greet, looking into her eyes.

"Hi," she copies, a tiny smile forming on her lips when she notices your impressed expression upon gazing down at her paper. You have to hand it to her -- she's really talented.

"You're really good," you compliment, still admiring the artistry. Seeing as how you're looking down, you fail to notice the blush that works its way to her cheeks. Coming from you, the simple remark meant a lot to her.

You spend the rest of the day making small talk and getting used to one another, leaving detention later with the hopes of sitting together again.

----

The Next Day

"Hi again," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder to ensure that the coast is clear. The monitor is out like a light, with his mouth hanging open and an obnoxiously loud snore coming out.

"Hi," she giggles, watching as you dive into the floor for cover when the man shifts in his sleep. You thought he was waking up, and if he finds out you moved seats, he'll definitely have something to say about it.

"The coast is clear, cadet," she nods like a soldier, assuring you that it's okay to move back after a minute.

"That was close," you breathe out in relief, glad to live to see another day.

You share a laugh, though it has to be hidden behind your hands and kept a minimum. It's cute though -- like a little secret between the two of you, only for you to know.

"What're you drawing today?" You ask later, laying your chin in your palm as you gaze down at her work. Her reply comes out stuttered at first when she feels your leg innocently brush against hers under the table.

"D-dalgom. My friend's dog." She manages out, mentally smacking herself for looking like a fool.

You smile, thinking she's adorable. "I bet it'll be great," you encourage. She grins back as her eyes scan over your face, committing the memory of you to heart. She's always had a thing for you, ever since the time you were paired up in Biology last semester, so she's been enjoying detention more than she thought she would. Seeing you makes the time go by faster, though ironically, she wishes it would slow down a bit.

You make her feel appreciated for more than just what she's capable of producing, and the divide between you and her friend group is blaringly obvious. They like her because of the rush she can help them achieve; you like her because of her.

That thought persists in her mind for the rest of detention, and before she knows it, the monitor is releasing you again. She bends down to put her notebook in her bag when a thought pops into her mind: she wants to ask if you want to go to the park with her. When she's done zipping her bag up, she looks back up at you, only to find you on your phone, talking to someone.

"Yeah, mom. I'll stop by on the way home. So milk, cereal, ramen, and paper towels, right?"

She watches as you wait for a reply, tucking the phone into the crook of your neck as you move to write the list down on a spare piece of paper.

"Alright, love you, too. See you later." You hang up before looking back at Rosie. She looks a little down, and you have no idea why.

You pause for a moment, silently psyching yourself up for what you're about to ask. "This is gonna sound really strange, but do you want to come with me to the store?"

Her heart's pace increases at that, happy to know that you want to spend more time with her, just as she does with you.

"Actually, yeah. That sounds like fun."

You grin at her before spinning around and doing a little celebratory dance, which wins you a strange look from the monitor. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing her hand and rushing out of the room, hearing his disapproval shouted after you.

--

"Milk?"

"Check."

"Ramen?"

"Check."

"Cereal?"

"Nope."

You nod at her words, now reminded of what you were forgetting. You push the buggy towards the aisle of cereals, gazing around in wonder at the huge selection. Rosé is just the same, eyeing all of the options like a kid in a candy store. After grabbing your mom's favorite kind, you decide on one for yourself and bring it back to the cart. Rosie scoots her leg over, making room for them beside where she sits, reclined in the cart.

You grin when you see her eyeing a box of fruit loops. Huh; fruity. Go figure.

You wordlessly grab the box and hand it to her, feeling your heart melt when she looks up at you like you hold the key to the universe.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Rosie." You say, putting your hands on the bar as you begin pushing the buggy again. "Now, I say we see how long it takes to get to the paper towel aisle. My last record was 30 seconds."

She looks at you, clearly impressed, with her eyebrows raised. Without question, she pulls her phone out and gets the stop watch feature ready to go.

"3...2...1... GO!" She shouts, commanding your legs to start pumping as you race down the long strip of store before you. A couple kids dart out of the way just before getting smacked into, quickly turning around and cheering you on as you charge forward.

Her giggles fill the air as you drift around a corner, shouting apologies to the lady you almost bumped into.

"Sorry ma'am!"

A few seconds later, chest heaving and legs sore, you come to a stop in the aisle, dramatically collapsing in a heap next to the buggy. Rosé checks her phone as she reaches down to poke you.

"22.18 seconds, champ," she declares victoriously, smiling when you magically regain enough energy to stand up and celebrate.

"Woohoo! Team Y/S/N (Your Ship Name) for the win!"

She laughs along at that, joining in on your celebration, but she's blushing like crazy on the inside.

-----

The Last Day Of Detention

Ever since your trip to the store, you and Rosé have grown closer and closer. You traded numbers and text occasionally, though nothing beats having her all to yourself for 2 hours straight with no distractions. She feels the same; when she's in class, she can't wait for the bell to ring and signal your reunion. Part of her wants to get in trouble again, just to see you more often.

So, as you'd expect, it's really no surprise that you're sat right in front of her again, telling jokes and asking about her day. You've grown a bit more bold with every step closer you've taken towards her heart, and now you reach down to intertwine your fingers with hers.

She happily accepts, even bringing your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to the back of it. She smiles against your skin after it, making butterflies take flight in your stomach. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and you don't even try to fight it anymore.

The sound of the classroom door opening alerts you, making her lower your hand. She doesn't let go of you, though, and that fact warms your heart for some reason. The squeaky hinges groan out again as the door opens wider, revealing about 4 or 5 people from the friend group that she hangs out with. They motion for her to sneak out with them, but she just shakes her head.

"Come on, Rosé!" They whisper-scream, offering her a way to freedom. Little do they know that she'd take this imprisonment over freedom any day, so long as you're by her side.

"No! Get out before he wakes up!" She whisper-shouts back, eventually convincing them to leave.

"Why didn't you go?" You ask once they're gone, toying with her fingers as your hands rest on the desk.

"Because I like spending time with you." She admits, letting her defenses down.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you smile, letting her know that you feel the same.

The Fallout

After detention, the two of you walked out of the school, hand in hand

"Would you maybe, I don't know... wanna go to the park with me?" She asks nervously, glancing up at you.

"You read my mind, Rosie." You smile at each other and head towards the parking lot.

You started hanging out more, and she distanced herself from her old crowd

You encouraged her to enroll in your school's art program and show her work that way

"You're really talented; it deserves to be seen."

Your support meant the world to her, and she never failed to let you know

"Thank you, Y/N. Having you behind me means the world to me."

At one of her art shows, where she was tasked with unveiling a new piece that she'd been working on for months, you got the biggest surprise of your life.

She created a mural of you, all decked out with every color of the rainbow, utterly gorgeous

She lit up when she saw your reaction

"This piece is titled 'Mine', which I hope the girl in it will soon be." She says into the microphone, looking at you with hope shining in her eyes.

You nod your head with a smile and walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was long-overdue. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer with her sweater-padded hands and kissing you again and again.

The crowd claps for you, happy to see such an ending.

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Lisa

I couldn't choose between these two gifs so enjoy both for the price of one ^^^

Lisa Manoban: Cocky, smug, and self-assured. The dancer knew she was hot shit, and she wasn't afraid to show off.

You're all for people being confident and happy with themselves, especially when they're talented, but something about Lisa always seemed to rub you the wrong way.

Whether it be her lack of a filter or the arrogant swagger that she naturally exuded, you weren't sure. People wanted to either be her or be with her, but you fell into neither of those categories.

She always left you frustrated in one way or another, whether it be from her teasing or her witty comebacks

The teachers loved her, as did the students. She was the class clown, so her position was pretty sacred in the grand scheme of things

You, on the other hand, irritated her for other reasons. You were the only person she couldn't get to crack; you never gave into her charms, and it infuriated her to no end. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted (as childish as that may seem) and having you, one of the most attractive girls at school, turn her down? Well that was a massive blow to her ego.

You weren't afraid to say your piece, and that both pleasantly surprised and upset her.

She constantly tried to flirt with you in class, but you knew it was all for the attention. She just wanted to make her friends laugh, which they always did.

"Y/N, come here babe. There's an empty seat next to me," she coos, batting her eyelashes as you walk in the door. It's a free day, so everyone is sitting with their friends, wherever they like.

"I'm good," you decline, deciding to sit against the wall beneath the large window of the classroom.

"Oooo, denied," Lisa's friends laugh at her this time, chuckling harder when she sticks her middle finger up at them.

"Yah, shut up," she says, nursing her bruised ego as she turns around and opens her phone.

You smile as you continue working on the homework you cracked open, scribbling an answer down onto the notebook paper in front of you. Your fingers glide over your textbook in search of the definition of the term you're on, and Lisa secretly watches from afar. Without realizing it, she grins when you light up upon spotting the answer.

Sometimes her flirting does work, though, and you turn into a blushing mess

*whistle* "Damn, Y/N. You're looking fine today," she exclaims, fanning herself. You worry that she doesn't really mean it, but when her eyes remain on you a second too long to just be friendly, you blush. She's taking in all of you, looking impressed all the while.

"Right back at you, Manoban." You wink, sitting down in your seat across the room. She lightly blushes back, though she does a good job of concealing it.

Considering you share a couple classes and the class sizes are relatively small, it was pretty likely that you'd end up paired together eventually

You weren't happy about it, especially not after the way she had acted that week. Her cockiness had been at an all time high as of late, leaving you frustrated and upset. She was so full of herself; all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off her face.

"Y/N, you'll be paired with Lisa," your photography teacher informs, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.

"But Mrs. Ta--"

"Pairings are final," she cocks her head at you, persuading you to give in. With a sigh, you respond, "Yes ma'am," and attempt to ignore the sound of Lisa's friends high fiving each other in celebration.

The Turning Point

"My parents are gone for the rest of the week..." she says, holding the door open for you as you carry in your equipment. A hint of suggestiveness lies in it; she's alluding to exactly what you think she is, and you push her shoulder upon realizing it.

"Knock it off, Manoban."

"Okay, okay," she chuckles, listening to you for once. The surprise is clear on your face.

She leads you towards the backyard, where you set up one of your highest power cameras and turn it on. You have to create a gallery of different photos, all under the same theme. You both agreed to do a time-lapse of the sunset, and take pictures of the stars after.

Once she makes sure that the timer is set correctly and that the auto shut-off feature is enabled, she motions for you to follow her back into the house. You do, and she leads you into the kitchen.

"Do you want a snack?"

"Sure, do you have any ramen?"

She nods, quickly busying herself by bending down and searching through the cabinets. After she finds it, exclaiming a pleased, "Aha!", she tells you to go get comfortable in the living room.

Three minutes later, from your place on the couch, you begin to smell something burning. You scramble up and rush to the kitchen, only to find Lisa running around like a headless chicken, attempting to put out the small fire she started.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO BURN RAMEN?" You shout, though your tone isn't angry. You're just very shocked, and loud about it. You push her away from the pot, albeit gently, and get the flames to go down relatively quickly. You turn the burners off and put the pot in the sink, leaning against the counter to recover from the adrenaline rush.

"Oops?" She asks more so that says, with a growing smile evident in her voice.

You shake your head and chuckle despite yourself, turning around to face her. "You can order a pizza now to make up for that." You point a finger at her, grinning stupidly when she presses the tip of hers to it.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

Thankfully you're already walking away as she says that, so she doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing you blush.

---

"Lisa, I can't keep going." You groan out, sweat dripping down your face. The pizza you ate earlier is giving you a stomache ache, paired with the physical activity you're doing.

"Y/N, just a little longer, we're almost there," she huffs out, keeping her movements steady somehow. You're a mess by now, so you don't understand how she's still going.

A couple minutes later, the TV in front of you lights up, saying, "Awesome moves! You win!" as you collapse to the ground in a heap.

Why you agreed to play Just Dance with her after eating is beyond you.

"Good job," she compliments, grabbing your hand to high five herself with it.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll over, catching your breath.

She lays down beside you as you recover, telling jokes to hear that laugh that she loves so much. She prefers yours over anyone elses, so it's always such a reward when she gets you to crack up.

"We should probably head up now," she notes, realizing that the stars will be coming out soon. You agree, and she carefully helps you up.

"Here, I'll carry you," she turns, bending down so you can get on her back.

"Lisa, you can't carry me," you brush off, feeling insecurity bubble up again like it always does when you're offered a piggyback ride.

"Y/N, I promise that I can. Trust me," she reassures, looking into your eyes sincerely.

"Alright," you sigh, standing onto the couch to get on easier.

"See?" She asks, sliding her warm hands up your thighs to keep you secured against her. "I've got you, babe."

You tuck your head into the space between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

"I'm gonna punch you if you drop me," you whisper, feeling her laugh against you.

"Fair enough."

-----

Later, On The Rooftop

"Careful," she instructs, outstretching a hand to help you climb out the window. Her camera hangs around her neck, and she takes the cap off of the lense once you're both safely sitting on the roof.

"Wow," you sigh, gazing up at the sky in wonder. Her house is far enough away from the city that you're rewarded with a gorgeous view of the stars, unburdened by the industrial fog that hangs over the cosmopolis.

"It's beautiful out here," you say, looking back at her. You tense up a bit, not expecting her to already be looking at you.

"Sorry," she laughs at herself, looking away once she gets caught admiring you.

"It's okay," you reach down and gently squeeze her hand, making her blush lightly.

"Let's get started," you conclude, pointing at the camera. She nods, knowing that she'd never get the assignment done if you didn't step in to tell her to (considering she'd rather admire you), and she points the device to the sky.

After snapping a few pictures, she lays back in order to get a better vantage point of one of the star systems. She hands it to you after she's satisfied with her work, and you take your turn with it.

She notices that you keep brushing your hair out of the way when it falls in your face, so she decides to help you.

"Here," she says, saddling up behind you. She gathers your hair up, running her fingers through it to neatly pull it up for you. Thankfully she always keeps a spare tie on her wrist.

"Thanks," you smile, snapping another picture. The simple act warms your heart; she's being selfless for once, and helping you without even being asked. It's a refreshing change of pace.

"You're welcome." She chirps, sitting back down beside you.

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Later, In Her Bedroom

"Oh, I really like that one!" She says excitedly, pointing at the TV. Her phone, which is connected via Bluetooth and automatically receives pictures of her choosing from the camera, is displaying some of your best shots.

"Yeah, you did really well with that. I think we might beat everyone else if we use that as our cover piece."

Your compliment makes her momentarily shy, and she quickly realizes how much she loves your praise.

The two of you continue like that, reviewing the different pictures and choosing your favorites. She always finds ways to compliment yours, noting your technique or the filter you used, and it always makes you smile. She's different than you're used to, and it's throwing you for a loop, pleasantly surprising.

---

Lisa steps out of the room to go to the bathroom a few minutes later, leaving her phone connected to the TV. A ding sounds out across the space, pulling your attention away from the stack of notes laid out before you. Your eyes dart up to the screen, reading the text message that appeared at the top of it.

Austin ⛓: "Dude, did you get into her pants yet? We're literally betting over here 😂"

You blink a few times as their words sink in, making your chest hurt. You were really beginning to believe that you had been wrong about Lisa; clearly, though, your instincts were right.

Feeling betrayed, you shove your folders back into your bag and stand from the chair, willing yourself not to cry. The sound of the sink turning on lets you know that she's almost done, so you hurry your movements and make your way towards the door. She steps out into the hall just as you exit her room, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" She asks with furrowed brows, approaching you. One of her hands lands on your arm, and you shrug it off as you brush past her without another word.

"Y/N, did I do something wrong?" She asks from the top of her staircase, watching as you walk towards her foyer.

"Why don't you ask Austin?" You bitterly call over your shoulder as you turn the knob, slipping out the front door. She hangs her head upon registering your words, realizing what must've happened. She makes a mental note to give him hell when she sees him again.

Tears sting your eyes as you exit the house, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself. You should've known something like this would happen. The chilly night air bites at your skin, stealing more of its warmth away with every step you take. The temperature doesn't change your mind, though; you're upset, and you'd rather freeze out here than be face to face with her right now.

"Y/N, wait!" She calls after you, blasting out the front foor. Her footfalls sound off behind you, announcing her rapid approach, but you don't turn around. Realizing this, she darts in front of you, keeping you from walking any further.

"Please, don't go. He's an idiot, Y/N."

"He might he an idiot, but that doesn't take away what he said," you scowl, clenching your jaw. "Betting? Really, Lisa?" You ask quietly, hurt evident in your voice.

"It was a stupid thing they tried to convince me to do. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop them from talking once you and I were paired up. That's not what I want, though. I'm not just in it for that."

"How am I supposed to believe that? This is your M.O., Lisa."

"It's different with you, I don't know why." That's a lie; she knows exactly why you're different than anyone else she's flirted with in the past.

You stand there before her, silently weighing your options. After seeing the pleading look in her eye, her dark orbs full of sincerity, you relent. "Just take me home. We'll work on it another day," you compromise, allowing her in just enough to take you home, but not enough to stay at her place any longer. You're still weary after a text like that, and you will be for a while.

"Thank you," she breaths a sigh of relief, clasping her hands behind herself as you begin walking back to her house. She notices you shiver on the way, and she slips her jacket off without hesitation to cover you. Neither of you have to say anything; one glance from you is enough for her, and she's content knowing you're warm.

The Fallout

From there on out she was always honest with you and actually spoke out when her friends tried to do something stupid

She still remained the charming class clown that she naturally is, just getting rid of the not-so-nice parts of herself

You slowly let her regain your trust, little by little

She did nice things for you on the daily, whether it be holding the door, carrying your books, or offering to buy you some lunch

"Morning, Y/N. Wanna grab some breakfast?" She asks, moving her head to the side towards the café at the center of campus.

"Sure," you smile, laughing when she celebrates.

She invites you to her dance perfomances

When she goes to championships, you're always first on her list of invites

"I want you there." She declares, handing you the flyer.

"You've got it," you decide, knowing there's no where you'd rather be. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

At said championship, she won the highest title and claimed victory for your school

You joined the rest of the team on the stage to celebrate, congratulating the solo dancer on her achievement.

"I'm so proud of you, Lis--"

She suddenly kisses you, clearly high off her win. She pulls back when she realizes what she just did, a worried look on her face.

"Shit, I'm sorry." She looks between your eyes, attempting to gauge your reaction.

"Get your ass back here," you order, feeling butterflies take flight when she eagerly presses her lips to yours again, wrapping her arms around you to spin you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" She mumbles against your lips.

You squint, pretending to think about it. "Maybe... or maybe not."

Her subsequent gasp is quickly muffled by your kiss, which she can't seem to get enough of.

[randompurplepanthergorl]

EW Clone HC's:

Well, this info was going to be for an AU but nah now it's straight up headcanons,

Headcanons under the cut:

The Clones in General:

.The fuckers are EXTREAMLY durable, they CAN die and get injured and scarred but it takes a lot more to hurt or kill a clone than it does to kill a human

.They have iron guts pretty much, they can LITTERALLY eat toxic waste and be 100% fine

.The clones can feel hungry and eat but for them it's more for pleasure because it's not at all necessary for survival, this does not go for liquids however for they still need to drink water and such

.They're stronger than humans, not a lot but they are

.Each of the "Fully functioning" clones where based off of a tiny portion of each of the boys personality's or likes or dislikes

.Some of the clones have fucked up voice boxes, or none at all, not just the rejects some of the ones that where "good to go" too, some examples is that Scribble Tom only speaks gibberish, and Toni has Legacy Tord's voice (Real Tord has classic Tord's voice) and some of the 4.M clones where mute

.If they stayed alive long enough they would have developed emotions and proper mindsets and become "fully" functioning beings of society

.They can kinda shift their facial features (teeth and eyes), and if focusing hard enough maybe the body build and minorly the headshape still mostly look like the originals though if they want to look MORE different they have to do it like a human would (cut hair, grow out hair, grow facial hair, etc. etc.)

.The clones don't have nipples (Don't...Don't ask about this one...)

.The clones have stretchy arms, not werehog sonic stretchy but they can stretch their arms more than a human can

.All the rejects escaped the rejects room while Bing and Larry where looking for the main clones

.The clones all have their own identity's, tastes, speech patterns, sexuality's, gender identities, etc. etc. They just needed to be alive long enough to develop to become they're own person

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Toni/Tobi headcanons:

This is Toni/Tobi,

Pre Toni/Canon Toni/Tobi:

And Toni/Tobi after I proceeded to yeet headcanons onto him:

-.Toni uses He/Its pronouns, using He/Him and It/Its he's fine with it if you use strictly he/him or it/its or if you use both he/him and it/is on it, those are just the pronouns its fine with

.His gender is "clone", he is (intentionally, I say intentionally cause he would have tried to look/be more feminine/unisex if not) masculine in appearance and physically and voice wise but it's specific gender is "clone" not male even though he's intentionally masculine and uses he/him pronouns but "clone"

.It's hoodie is black because the color looked nice on him and as a reference to classic Tord when he used to wear black

.He hates Tord, not hate his guts but strongly dislike him and it's more of a comedy thing than a rivalry

.Toni constantly steals Tord's shit and once ate his slippers, right in front of him too

..Tord actually has constantly called Toni a goth due to his dark clothing style and makeup and multiple piercing's and Toni may or may not have eaten all of his slippers as revenge

.Toni hates the letter Y that's why his names Toni and not Tony (It's pronounced the same just spelled different)

.In the headcanon canon Toni is good and lives with the main EW boys but in the canon hc Toni is evil and pretending to be Tord, so basically Toni has two alt routes good and evil I just focus on the good version more

.Toni had to learn how to write and speak

.He can't read ("Hey whats up, I'm Toni the Tord clone, I'm an adult man and I never learned how to F^%^ING read")

.Mentally and physically Toni is around somewhere in his twenties (possibly late twenties) but chronologically he'd be about 2-4 years old

.Toni is also called "Tobi" (Same pronunciation as Toby just spelled different cause it hates the letter Y for some damn reason-) I just don't use his other name that often cause I thought ME using "Toni" and "Tobi" to refer to the same character it'd get confusing so I'll only really call him Toni (maybe I'll use the other name at times) but he has a second name which is Tobi

.Toni/Tobi uses Legacy Tord's voice from The End, Real Tord uses Classic Tord's voice

.Toni CAN speak Norwegian since Tord is but Toni can't fully speak it unlike Tord, Toni rarely uses it anyways, but instead Toni is bilingual by speaking English and Scribble talk ("Scribble Talk" is a made up language that only Scribble Tom and other Scribble clones speaks, Toni leaned the language while he was still dealing with a brain the size of a pea, he just remembered it when he fully developed)

.Toni also knows a little Russian (Just the curse words "gun" and "clone" though)

.If Toni's angry at you he's ether gonna A: eat one of your bed items or any of your utensils or B: Scream at you in a huge language jumble, one second in English the other in Norwegian and the other in Gibberish/Scribble with a few Russian F-bombs in there so unless you understand all four languages all your gonna receive is an extremely angry word storm-

.How Toni got his names on the good boi route is the first one was "Toni" when he was welcomed in like a puppy with a tiny clone brain, Matt named him, he came up with the dumbest names before saying "Well, your a clone of our friend "Toni" so I guess we should give you a similar name" and while Tom corrected him saying his name was "Tord" Toni pretty much plucked "Toni" from the sentence and went "Yeah this is my name now"

.How Toni got his second name Tobi is he saw some people change their names or have multiple names, this happened while he was establishing his sexuality and identity, and he wanted an alternate name, so it picked "Tobi"

.Toni is really good friends with Blue-Matt and the rejects, he just has not seen his reject buddies in a while

.Toni is bi

.Toni likes "adult anime" like Tord

.Toni would seriously swing from your ceiling with scarfs, rope, sausage links, anything you could swing on-

.On the evil route he actually does not have a name, I just still refer to him as "Toni" cause it's annoying to refer to Toni/Tobi as "Tord clone"/"The Tord clone"

.There's MORE for Tobi but I could not be damned to type the rest-

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Blue-Matt hcs:

There are not many Blue-Matt headcanons on my end-

.I'm coming up with a headcanon name for him but for now he's just literally called "Blue-Matt"

.Blue-Matt uses He/They/Its pronouns, like Toni he's fine with it if you strictly use any or use all of them He/Him They/Them and It/Its are just his pronouns

.He and Toni are roommates on the good Toni route

.He actually may or may not have a minor crush on Toni- He's just too chicken to admit it cause have you SEEN Toni?

.He and Toni are BFFS

.Blue-Matt's Pan and Demisexual

Yeah that's it for Blue-Matt right now-

[heresathreebee]

That G-D Ring of Yours

High Fidelity’s Robyn Brooks X Female reader

Summary: You seek comfort from your neighbor Rob

Masterlist

There's probably gonna be a part 2

Word count: 2.5k words

Warning(s): +15 | implied cheating, internalized homophobia, heterosexism, author and Rob swearing, no hate to polyamorists but major hate to bad faith players, shameless self insert, no beta, barely edited, long as fuck I'm so sorry

Author's note: I'm having anxiety for no discernable reason and my brain has decided this is ideal fuel for a fic, so please enjoy. EDIT: ha ha yeah still anxious but we're doing stuff about it

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"-- And she just touched my hand by accident and I just felt this–  this spark between us…" 

It was so sweet how he was talking about it. Or at least it would be were this not your fiancé explaining how he had been seeing another person behind your back. Had you rushed into things with him? Gotten hitched after three months because of familial pressure to settle down and start your family? Quite possibly.

But it didn't make that stabbing in your gut hurt any less. 

You had been a little gung-ho from date number 1, but he had been right there with you the whole time. Date number 2 happened the following weekend and then you just kept seeing each other more and more until before you knew it you had been introduced to each other's extended families and announced your engagement on Valentine's Day. 

You started to suspect something was amiss on Sunday, when you were braiding your hair on the bed and he had gone to take a shower. He accidentally set his phone screen aside with a text chat still open. Thinking nothing of it (he had already told you he was talking to Mark about getting drinks tonight), you looked at the name and saw it belonged to a woman you had never heard of before. Your immediate reaction was 'she must be a new coworker or a cousin,' but then you glanced again and saw the text conversation mirrored the same kind of ‘sentiments’ he texts you. 

The dirt burned into your brain for eternity: 

You had looked away then. You were actually not going to say anything at all to him that night– had planned to bring it up after Tuesday dinner with your auntie's family, but something came up. It turns out that Jessabelle also frequented the same Starbucks as you (and she's your age, not a teen like you worried). You can't even find it in you to be mad at her since it seemed like she had no idea who you were when she showed you the picture of her date at a baseball game. You tried not to puke as you asked for her number and to send her that picture "for her contact profile." 

You hadn't heard a word your fiance had said since the beginning of the phone call and you cut him off with some excuse you barely remember. You tossed your phone carelessly onto the couch and laid back on the cushions in defeat. What now? 

You weren't really a drinker or a smoker, and you didn't exactly have friends who would be supportive right now. You could hear them now, your family too– asking you what you did wrong, telling you to just forgive him or how to get even, or simply saying 'well what do you expect? Boys will be boys.' 

Maybe… no, you definitely need to get this off your chest before you do something stupid like pretend to forget about it. You had a bad habit of that because you tend to fall fast and hard. Perhaps your neighbor could give you some advice. 

Thank the Lord for fire escapes. Rob lived on the floor beneath you, always playing something good from her huge collection of vinyl records. You've told her at least a hundred times before if she played nothing but Phil Collins for the rest of eternity, you could die happy. You crossed your fingers and hoped you weren't being weird or invading her privacy. 

Thankfully, she seemed to be expecting you. She even motioned that the latch was undone and waved you inside. Ok the second wine glass made your face grow hot. 

"I'm not interrupting am I?" 

Rob gave you a warm smile. "I could hear you pacing around your kitchen for about an hour. Was about to come and get you actually." 

She pressed the glass into your hand and you made an effort not to grimace. Rob liked her drinks cheap and strong and she never held back. You tried a sip just to be polite, and she snorted at the face you pulled. 

"That's right, you like that sweet stuff. What's it called again?" 

"Stella Rosa," you mumbled, grateful when she takes the glass back and hands you a water to replace it. 

"Favorite flavor," she asked looking at her phone. 

"Uh… the peach and the rosé. They're all pretty good, not gonna lie." 

"OK, take this, grab a blanket from the hall closet, and tell me what's going on." 

You curled up on Rob's couch and put your feet up. There were piles of records all over the place, empty beer cans and a pizza box or two on the coffee table. Your neighbor tapped away at her phone screen before silencing it and slipping it in her back pocket. She gave you a minute or two to speak up, sipping her drink like you two had all night. Which actually you did as you did not want to see your fiancé right now. 

You felt two fingers gently tap your forehead. "Come on, dreamer, tell me what's going on in that head of yours." 

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I feel a little over dramatic saying my life is about to fall apart." 

Rob raised her eyebrows at you. "Damn, OK." 

You rush to correct yourself– explain your weird sentiment in more detail but you end up just vomiting words until your voice is hoarse. 

"I mean– like– like it's not falling apart per say or whatever– I… the rest of my life is fine its just my relationship that's screwed. Which I guess I'm more worried about because it's gonna screw up all my other relationships for a while too– dang it, let me start over–" 

"Babe! Slow down. Breathe." Rob switched drinks with you and against your better judgement you took a sip. Oddly enough it did calm you down. "So… it's your fiancé, right? What did he do?" 

You stared at her trying to unscramble your thoughts. "He… I found out he was kind of... dating another person. After I found out, he tried to explain that he didn't think I would mind–" 

Rob barked, "let me guess: he didn't think you were exclusive? Pull the Main Chick, Side Chick schtick? Tried to claim 'polyamory' after he got caught?" 

Two and two clicked together at last. "Yeah… yeah, he did!," you scoffed, "and it's not like it didn't ever come up in conversation: we spent our third date talking out our, like, sexualities and fantasies and fetishes and shit. If he was polyamorous, wh- why wouldn't he have brought it up then?" 

"That is so fucked." 

You took a deeper draft of her wine, coughing before setting it aside. Up until now, you've been numb. Now there's this wave of anger boiling up to the surface and you hear yourself getting louder. Rob doesn't flinch but she does give you this look of empathy unlike anything you've seen before. 

"If he– if he would have just asked me, I would have told him it was fine. My family does shit like that all the time: nobody bats an eye! If he really thought I wouldn't mind, he wouldn't have been so freaking sneaky about it. He literally lied, Robyn!" 

You whipped around and for a brief moment you knew you looked crazy. "He said he was going out for drinks with his guy friend, but he was making plans to go to a baseball game with a girl I've never heard of! If he really thought I wouldn't mind, or if he 'thought I would understand,' then why would go out of his way to lie about who he was with?" 

Someone buzzed Rob's door and she left you on the couch momentarily, coming back quickly with two bottles of your favorite wine. "Damn girl, these are kinda bougie: Peach or Rosé?" 

"I--"you choked, "Robyn you didn't have to–" 

"Peach it is!" She unscrewed the caps and handed you the whole freaking bottle of white, downing the last of her merlot and getting a fresh glass for you. 

You felt a little guilty she had spent money on you. But then again it had been her choice. If she didn't want you there, Rob wouldn't have let you in in the first place. Maybe you were just a tinsy bit worried you shouldn't be here. 

You and Rob took a break from talking to put on music and get a little tipsy. It came much easier with the help of the Stella Rosa, though Rob initially complained it was 5.5%, she did get accustomed to the sweetness pretty fast, and after consuming half the bottle, realized it was a little easier to get carried away with a drink like this. She admitted it was her first time trying rosé and now she was hooked. Eventually you started talking again, just spilling your guts out with no filter anymore. 

"I really think I just hate myself," you said cuddling the cool glassware. "When I found out, I wasn't even thinking of it as a betrayal of my trust– it felt like I was trying to come to terms with it so I could continue with the relationship. Not because it would make me happy but because… I don't know… it's what everybody else wants me to do. They don't even know about it and I was fully prepared not to tell them even though they'd want me to marry him whether they knew or not." 

Rob barked a laugh of surprise. "Doh-K!" 

"What?" 

"Nothing, nothing…" she said, "keep going." 

You stared off into the middle distance and leaned into her side. She was a tiny bit warm despite her lithe figure. Made you want to throw your blanket over her shoulders and share your greater warmth. 

So you did (you're not great at acting out your desires but this is nice!)

"It's just easier," the words left your mouth unbidden, "I don't even know what that means, but it's true. I don't want to marry him anymore but I don't want to break it off. Not marrying Fiancé means disappointing my family. It means having to find an entire new man to marry sooner rather than later because I'm already 'behind' and lowering my already low expectations. 

"It's not gonna make me happy, but I just think it's easier to keep this wedding going because at least I won't have to find somebody new who might not be as good for me just because I didn't want him. Another man won't make me happy so there's no reason to drop him... except that I don't want him." 

Rob's brow furrowed. "Are you saying it's easier for you to please your family than it is to be happy?" 

"Yes? I– no, I– … I don't know," you sigh. "I guess you could say my priorities are a little… mismanaged." 

"Sure, you could say that." Rob wrapped her arms around your shoulders and you inhaled the scent of her soap and cigarettes. "What if you tried… like… not doing that anymore...? You just said you do whatever your family wants you to do. So, just like do what makes you happy for a change." 

It really does sound so simple the way she puts it, doesn't it? Why are you doing this to yourself? You're not dependent on them for money or security or happiness for that matter. So... why has your whole life been centered around pleasing them? 

"I think… I think I've never really sat down and thought about what makes me happy," you admitted. "I think it's just been that way forever and I might have been too scared to try anything else." 

Rob hummed. "Are you still scared now?" 

Are you? You look into her eyes and ask yourself a question that has never crossed your mind with such depth. You used to be scared– but what is it about your happiness that you are so afraid of? OK, let’s start a little simpler: what are things that make you happy? 

“I like…” you swallowed, trying to break down the barriers you’ve built years and years ago. “I like… coffee. I like… short skirts. I like… girls– I like… my job. I like… music. I think I’d enjoy camping, you know, some day…” 

Your words… these things seemed so arbitrary and trivial. But in your house, these things cause dissent. “My family has an opinion about everything. There’s no right way to live in all of their eyes, but I think I figured out a way to get past it. Keep my head down and do what’s expected of me. Graduate college, get a respectable job, find a man to marry, drop the job and become a mother. Just… don’t make waves. It seemed better because the cousins who didn’t or couldn’t… well they became the butt of every joke at the family dinner. Lisa had one miscarriage so she was a ‘failure’ and Don never dated girls so he was gay and that was ‘bad,’ but grandma Zelda did everything a good Christian woman could do and they still gossiped about her behind her back… 

“And I just… I just let their ignorance control me for my entire life.” God, you could cry right now, but somehow it just felt too good to say it outloud. “That.. that is so fucked.” 

Robyn snorted, and you turned to her as if you’d forgotten she was there. There it was again, that sympathy. Not pity, she did not burden you with tears of her own or try to be angry for you. She just listened and understood. You twisted the diamond encrusted ring on your finger and stared at her. You felt it, that feeling in your heart. No one else had given you that look, like she could really see you. 

“You’re not going back to Fiancé, are you?” Her question was equal parts worrisome and hopeful and you already knew the answer in your heart. 

“No.”

And that was it. Decision made. Actually easier than you'd thought. Maybe not down the road but it felt good for now. There's the telling your fiancé it's over, the moving out, the public announcement, the inevitable feeling of failure, your family, god, his family too. Untangling your lives would be long and hard. You're not sure if you have that level of commitment and motivation in you but fuck it. Problems for tomorrow.

You rest your head on Rob's shoulder and hope your not pushing any boundaries. She doesn't stop you though, in fact she snuggles you deeper into her. You get the feeling she's been here before though your not sure which side or how bad it was for her.

"I like you way more in the few times I've met you than any man I've ever dated," you heard yourself say. "I'm sure that means something but I'm too tired to decide anymore. No tonight at least."

Rob chuckled. "I like you too, sugar."

If you made it this far, hi 💛 appreciate you, leave me a comment! Or just comment "💛"

[florvinhara]

my detectives (part 2)

celebrating the end of this semester w infodump part 2 ft luna! (part 1)

Luna [redacted] Kingston

Romances A or M

Age: 27

Birthday: September 12

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 5'3"

Hair: black, wavy and shoulder length w choppy front bangs

Eyes: dark blue

Other appearance details: eyesight is bad enough that she usually wears glasses but she can still mostly see w/out them. long scar on neck from the murphy attack. old scars on knees and elbows (the Klutz special).

Languages: Conversational fluency in lots of them!

Stats:

Charming/Intimidating

Impulsive/Cautious

Sarcastic/Genuine

Friendly/Stoic

Easygoing/Stubborn

Heart/Mind

Optimist/Pessimist

Team player/Independent

Primary skills: Deduction & people

Strengths: Outgoing, kind, trusting, creative thinker, jack of all trades, open-minded, thoughtful, devoted, loyal, strong-willed

Weaknesses: Guilty, flighty, overactive imagination, clumsy, low self-esteem, unfocused, nervous, dishonest, impetuous, irrational at times

Personal:

her middle name is currently [redacted] bc im pretty sure rook's sister is Evil and for the Drama im gonna make luna's middle name the aunt's first name ;) if it turns out the aunt isnt a villain then.... idk maybe she still will be in my heart <3

she's worn glasses since she was 12, but her vision is. Technically good enough that she can mostly get by without them, leading to her always putting them on top of her head and subsequently losing them

in my heart she's an investigative journalist who moved back to wayhaven after sm things went down at her old job that made her want to find out what really happened to rook and reconnect w rebecca, but then got caught up in the murder plot with UB starting book 1, but in the vein of canon, she joined the force to follow in rook's footsteps etc.

she was kind of a weird kid, always daydreaming and making up her own very in-depth games and stories in the corner- she was pretty shy! sometimes she wld write them down and that's what first got her interested in writing

the car is named Tracy and she is a LADY who is doing her best!!!! at this point tracy is a cherished friend, jokes about her being bad will Not be well received >:(

she's very much in her head all the time, smtimes her sentences sort of meander and just go off on tangents and then kind of drift off at the ends

rebecca sent her to boarding school for a while following an Event in luna's childhood that made rebecca feel like wayhaven wasn't safe for the time being, she had lots of fun but that's kind of the time when luna started to worry she'd done smth wrong and that's why rebecca didn't want her around, since she'd kind of blocked out the Incident

many nervous habits! including but not limited to: cleaning her glasses, braiding small strands of her hair, jostling her leg, cracking her knuckles

she is actually v smart! in a book sense at least :0 she's clever and good at solving puzzles, and she remembers a lot of rlly obscure info abt lots of things- look into her eyes and you can basically hear the mii music playing, but she is intelligent!

she loves animals :') walking anywhere with her takes Ages bc she wants to stop and look at birds and if there's a worm on the sidewalk everything comes to a Halt while a rescue operation is performed

rocks!!!!! she's a huge geology nerd and she Loves them sm, fun crystals and pebbles alike :) she collects them all and if you picked one up and asked her abt it she wld know exactly when and where she got it

she hates seasonal music!!!! halloween songs and Especially christmas songs!! she cant explain why but it drives her up. the. wall. during the last few months of the year she's like that gif from community of the woman hitting the guy with a candy cane like "its December 10th!!!" its the one thing about the holidays she doesn't like

lots of her favorite books are from the golden age of detective fiction! she also reads a lot of poetry and history books, and loves nonfiction :D she's a sucker for any book with really in depth worldbuilding and/or a map on the front inside cover- she DID read the entire silmarillion AND enjoy it! she loves animated and stop-motion movies, laika is her Favorite studio and she owns every studio ghibli movie

she loves any food or drink where the main ingredient is sugar <3 catch her eating lucky charms dry straight from the box! she'll only drink coffee if it has like. vanilla or sm other sweet flavoring added to it along with 12 packs of sugar

her sleep schedule.... oh no! she had insomnia even before murphy, and now with the nightmares, it's even worse :( it's ok though! she uses the nighttime to work on art or baking or writing etc.

she listens to lots of indie/folk music- the oh hellos are one of her favorite bands! also she's a big fan of fun pop music- carly rae jepsen, bleachers, hayley kiyoko, HAIM, etc. also smdfnsj she Does listen to lofi music

she's loved chess since she was a kid and often plays against herself or another opponent- she also usually has a puzzle she's working on, and really likes crossword puzzles/sudoku games!

background noise is a Friend <3 it rlly helps her focus!

she loves her potted plants a lot! she has very detailed instructions on how to take care of them and she does talk/sing to them to help them grow

her house Looks minimalist? she values the aesthetic but she cannot commit- open any drawer in her house and you'll find like 7000 receipts she hasn't thrown out yet

she is Sweet but! untapped Rage is there... she has a tendency to bottle things up until one tiny thing makes her Go Off with all the stress and anger she's been holding back :( she Will cry and yell and then be completely horrified and spend the next 3-4 weeks apologizing profusely

she feels bad about. Everything :( she blames herself a lot,, it's easier to tell herself that things are going wrong bc it's her Fault and she did smth wrong rather than accept that it's out of her control

on that subject things with rebecca are Awkward!! they kind of drifted apart and luna feels like she shld have tried harder to keep in touch

her primary love language... probably words of affirmation or physical affection! she's very open w her affections and telling/showing people she loves them (to the extent they're comfortable with it! she prefers to let whoever she's with dictate the pace of the relationship)

if you see her Sleeping on the floor.... just leave her be,, she's sleepy

she is. weirdly lucky at small things and games of chance? catch her being dealt a full house right out of the gate during card games or finding quarters on the street all the time! she wins carnival games like nobody's business <3

absently she knows all the Lucky things to wish on! shooting stars, ladybugs, eyelashes, pennies, 11:11, etc :)

she dresses like. a very specific kind of influencer lowkey, w the oversized t-shirts and jeans ksdfm, the Sweaters/coats, etc.

hot weather does Not spark joy- she owns like 700 fans and loves getting to wear all her cute winter clothes :)

she's not allowed to watch cooking/baking shows unsupervised anymore, following the Incident where she watched one and then spent the entire night building a Giant gingerbread mansion spreading across the floor of her apartment

she deflects. a Lot! not even intentionally really but it just Happens :/ she's naturally a pretty open person but smtimes she just naturally is Not Talking abt it and tries to play things off, especially personal things abt her feelings/reactions to things <3

she is Nervous,, her base level of stress is. kind of up there! surprises Do Not work bc she will just Shriek and drop what she's holding sndfsjn.... it was like that even before murphy but. you know. it's more pronounced now :/

in her heart she is like. a human golden retriever! she's excited!! she wants to be friends!! she's roaming around,, take her for a walk and maybe she will find a cool stick to carry!!

she walks with a little bit of a skip in her step! on her toes a bit so nobody can tell she is Short... (it doesnt work)

[sorenskyhigh]

Pets They Would Have pt. 2

Karasuno

Hisashi Kinoshita

Hisashi is a Train Company Employee. This means he works a lot of hours and just does not have the time to take care of, love and train any other pets

Fish are a really easy to take care of

All you have to do is remember to feed them and have a water filter to constantly clean their aquarium

Some fish, if handled when young, can get big and will let and love for you to pet them

But, they also are just very nice to have

Just to watch them swim around all of the plants with the light on at night

As I said, they don't need alot either

Hisashi could just let them be

They wouldn't beg or need constant love and attention like a mammal (dog, cat, rat, bird)

They also don't need constant vigilance for health issues or specialized diets like amphibian and reptilian pets

Hisashi is going to be tired when he gets home from work, so he needs a pet that is more ornamental than a chore

I feel if Hisashi were to have fish, he'd get the weirdest ones in the pet store

Hisashi seems to have a very strong inner child

So he would want either the flashiest fish, or the ones that cause a double take everytime their passed by in the store

He may get only one or two or get a whole tank full

I honestly feel like it could go one of two ways:

A- He has an aquarium for a wall in his house filled with his wild choice in fish or

B- He has a small, round, spherical bowl with two fish in it

It'd be funny if he had just the two fish to start with then they had babies even though the worker said they were both female

Obviously they weren't

They laid eggs and he had to transfer the female and daughters to one large tank and the father and sons to another so they wouldn't keep having babies

After this he has like 14 fish in total

Then he keeps finding himself at the pet store looking at the "ugly" fish no one wants

He buys these fish and ends up having two tanks that cover a whole wall

One's for his male fish the others for the females

But he screws up and learns the hard way that clownfush can change genders to help make babies

I'm being terrible to this poor guy let me stop

He so would be that fish owner to get real plants and "not those toxic plastic ones, how do they not hurt the fish???"

I honestly love the thought of Kinoshita just spacing out in front of his fish as he just watches them swim and do their own thing

Or if he were to only have a couple fish and he lets them get really big and pets them

Kazuhito Narita

Now, I know what you're thinking

Aren't Ferrets incredibly high maintenance?

Not really

Kazu ends up working at a Realty Firm

Generally their work hours are supposed to be around 40 hrs a week

But they often have to stay longer considering most clients can only meet up on weekday afternoons

So this means Kazu has to work a lot

Ferrets may be mischievous and a little destructive, but that's easy to fix

If a ferret is to be left at home alone for hours at a time, just get it a really big cage and tons of toys to play with

Plenty of food and water too, of course

But ferrets are honestly pretty chill

All they need is for you to clean out their cage around once a week, some light grooming here and there, and some time to run around

Apartment or house doesn't matter with ferrets

They love to just mess around and only need a couple hours of free time a day

They sleep most of the day, 17 to 20 hours usually

They also aren't very vocal

They have a specific noise they make when excited thats barely heard by most human ears

Fun fact about ferrets is they actually have pretty poor eyesight, but their sense of smell and hearing more than make up for it

The only real problems Kazu would have to worry about are hairballs getting lodged and dental issues, no different than a cat

I didn't pick a cat though bc, Kazu seems like the kind of person to have something that doesn't get riled up on a whim like a cat

Cats often have unpredictable moods, ferrets on the other hand can be energetic but won't get into a bad mood at the drop of a pin

They're generally very fun loving

Though, it is always recommended to get a pair

Ferrets are highly social animals, so they would need a buddy for when your not able to be there for them

Kazu would probably get one almost all white ferret and one almost all dark brown ferret for the symbolism

I love the thought of Kazu wrestling with one ferret, it wrapped around his hand, and then the other one if climbing on his back and sliding down the back of his shirt in playful retaliation

Tobio Kageyama

I really really wanted to give Tobio a turtle, but with him being a volleyball player in his adult life, that just won't work

Turtles need very specific temperatures and surroundings so they can live happily and healthily

I honestly feel in terms of personality, nothing but a cute little Eastern Box Turtle would fit him perfectly

I honestly struggled to find something that, to me, fit Kageyama Tobio but also would be manageable for him as a pro athlete

He's a very complex character and something with fur or feather just did not seem to suit him to me

The only problem is.......reptiles and amphibians are generally really demanding pets

From the food they eat, the the temperature their home has to be set at, its a lot of constant care

Some of them may not like constant physical touch, but they still need to be cleaned and have a constant watchful eye to check for any skin abnormalities

I decided on the African Fire Skink after much much MUCH consideration

These lizards don't get large, onky around 14-15 inches

And, unlike many reptilian nd amphibian pets, they don't require any specific heating or lighting

As long as your house isn't like consistently hot or cold or constantly changing between the two, their fine

They do need a substantial amount of dirt to dig and hide in

They mostly eat insects and one very rare occasion would appreciate a pinky mouse

These lizards are also shy and like to be admired from a distance

They don't like to be touched too much

They also have few and far between health problems uike other lizards

The only real problem is you can't find them at local pet stores but, they generally sell for around 25-70 USD

They also live for around 15-20 years

I feel like Tobio would have gotten his lizard as a middle schooler bc he didn't have very many friends, but he also didn't want a really needy pet since he doesn't know how to socialize well

Since this lizard like to be left alone, he could admire it from afar and this lizard could help him learn how to social better

Sorta.....

Imagine Tobio at a table in his room, doing some homework and the little Skink is just lazing about in a sunspot next to him 😍

Shoyo Hinata

YES YOU ARE SEEING CORRECTLY

At first for Shoyo I thought, okay maybe a hamster or a Guinea Pig or something like that

Ya know, something small but mighty and also, incredibly cute!

But I took a look at a list of pets that travel well and one of pets that can be left at howm for days with a proper care taker

I nearly shot myself bc I totally forgot that Hermit Crabs can be pets!!!!!

And they suit Shoyo so well!!!

They are small and sturdy

They fight back and pinch when threatened but can be very nice little pets to have

Hermit Crabs also love, sadly, for only around 10 years and can grow up to 6 inches long

Also, three to five shells per crab should be available

I am living for the idea that Hinata bought a bunch of shells for his crabs and painted them with little volleyballs and crows and ornage and black 🥺

These are good bc as long as you have someone reliable to feed them when they need to be while you're gone

Usually, if they're small, they're tiny wittle claws can't grab onto pellet food, so heir is a specific kind of almost dust like food for Hermit Crabs

Also, dark leafy greens like kale and broccoli or fruits like apples, bananas, and grapes are good too

Just choo them up really really tiny

They also need 2-3 inches of soil, silica play sand, and (optional) coconut fibers for them to burrow in when they molt

They also need a place for water to keep their little shells moist

They also need specific temps and maybe even mist their terrarium with water now and again

Something that us important and why Shoyi would need someone to come in and check on them is bc they are every vulnerable when molting

When a Hermit Crab molts they need to be separated from others so they don't get hurt

Like with many smaller pets you also have to thoroughly wash your hands before and after you touch them

Shoyo would fight Tobio when Tobio said his Crabs are boring and go into a long detailed argument about how each Crab has his/her own personality and how interesting they are

Kei Tsukishima

Did you expect this Dino loving nerd to have anything else other than a reptile?

I tried to find one, as you can imagine, that would fit his adult life schedule but also his personality

I really wanted to give him an Iguana or Chameleon butbthey were really demanding with care

Now.....I know

Anole are native to the Southern US and Southern Hispanic countries such as Mexico, Clolombua, and Venezuela

They are around 20cm long and only live a very short 3-5 years

Also if you own many most should be female and only one should be male if you choose to have any males at all

The males get very territorial and will fight one another

Also the males flair our their dewlaps (skin flap under their chin) in defense and when they feel threatened

The dewlaps are usually pink, red, or on the rare occasion blue

Females have these as well but don't flair them out as much

Anoles are very high energy but don't care to be touched too much

These lizards also can't be picked up by their tales as they have evolved to lose their tales and grow them back

Kei would like these as they are so odd

They're not only descendants of Dinosaurs but they can lose their tales and grow them back at will???

I feel like Kei would constant have new ones

His massive tank (you need big ones for these guys, they are very active and will resort to cannibalism if their space is too small) is never empty, always at least three

He has analbum on his phone of all of the Anoles he's owned and maybe even has a picture book with their names on it

Yamaguchi to this day is the o ky one that has had the privilege to see said book

Yamaguchi is also the only person Kei trusts to take care of his precious Anoles

And when one dies he has really small but none the less grand ceremony for a descendant of the mighty race of Dinosaurs

Yamaguchi always helps him set these up

I fell like he would give them really weird names as well

Like twig, stick, sock, glove, kneecap or some weird shit idk

I'll have Yamaguchi, Yachi, Yui, Natsu, and Saeko in the next one

My requests are open and I hope you enjoyed

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[thebraingremlinsaremad]

Daily Blog #15: August 22, 2021

Dollar Tree is honestly pretty fucking awesome 👌👌👌

I set my alarm for like 6:25 this morning, but it took 6 minutes for the "Horsin' Around" theme song instrumental to wake me up. I was pretty tired lol. I just dismissed it and went back to sleep.

I only went back to sleep because I knew I had another alarm set for 7:00. That got me up.

I should mention that this was still in the RV over an hour away from the house.

After I got up, I went to go get a shower, and did so successfully.

Unfortunately, I had forgotten my brush this time and had to do it afterwards after my hair had a bit of time to dry, which did make it a little more difficult lol.

I got dressed and grabbed my stuff, putting it into my car.

I made it a point to see and say "see you later" to my grandparents before I left for the flea market.

My dad insisted that I stayed to say goodbye to my mom, so I left.

I did NOT have cell service up there, as was mentioned in my previous 2 blogs of which I could only post today, so finding my way was a tiny bit difficult until I got some service to ask Google to take me to "...".

It worked and I got there.

On my drive, I listened to 1 by Simple Kid, a CD I had previously purchased at a Dollar Tree location.

I got a call from the guy at the flea market saying that I had some people there waiting for me. He asked how far away I was, to which I said "about 10 minutes." Ironically, that call made me miss my exit, as Google couldn't talk during the call, and added about 3 minutes to my arrival time lmao.

I did sell the Xbox that he said someone was interested in. I got $40 for it. I spent 27¢ on it. Pretty good return if you ask me.

I couldn't sell it with anything other than a power cord because the controller and AV cables I had been using to play it there were for my personal console. I'm just glad I can actually hook my Xbox up and stop having to drag them to the flea market along with a small library of games.

Not too long after I sold the Xbox, someone came in and asked if I wanted to see some electronics he had in his car. I went out with him. It was a pair of 3ft speakers and a Pioneer audio system with dual cassette decks (although neither of them works) and a 25 Disc CD-changer, as well as the standard AM/FM tuner. Additionally, there was a Fisher amplifier and AM/FM tuner as well as a Fisher Direct Drive turntable. He said he wanted $60 for em, but before that he casually, and probably accidentally, dropped that he was just gonna take em to the thrift store.

Big mistake.

I got em for $35 lmao. THERE GOES MOST OF MY PROFIT.

Oh well.

I tested everything. As I mentioned, the cassette decks don't work, but everything else does apart from the turntable needing a new stylus.

I posted some new photos of the shop to Facebook, and someone soon DMed me about a stereo system.

I priced everything, and it turns out I have about $300 worth of equipment from that deal, the Fisher amp and tuner being worth about $150.

The buyer will hopefully show up next weekend, for he wants to buy the Fisher stuff ($185 with the turntable), the 3ft speakers, an 8-track deck, and a Kenwood deck we've had for a week or two.

The speakers are listed for $50 (and are worth around $100-150), the Kenwood Deck for $50 as well, and the 8-track for $35. That makes it about $320 in equipment. Since he's buying so much, I'll knock it down to $270 and essentially give him the speakers or cassette deck for free lol.

Apart from that stuff, not much happened at the flea market. I sold some records, cassettes, CDs and I think 2 DVDs. One person bought a VHS tape? That money was the other guy's though. Oh well xD.

I can't say that I didn't miss my wonderful partner while on the trip. I actually brought along the stuffed animal they gave me (who's name is Greg) and snuggled with him both nights.

I was very happy to hear from them UwU.

They let me rant and I let them rant.

I honestly give them too much responsibility over me xD. I'm like, "Okay, I'm gonna do this. HOLD ME TO IT."

I know I can't hold myself to anything I personally say (this blog being the only exception apparently), but I listen to them pretty well I think 🤔. If they tell me, "No, you don't need that VCR," so long as it's not some weird specialty thing, like a worldwide VCR 🥵, I'll be like "Yeah, you rite bro."

I love you man xD. You control my craziness pretty well. I'm so thankful for you UwU.

#relationshipgoals

So part way through the flea market day, I went over to Dollar Tree to buy some snack, but ended up looking through the CDs to see if there was anything good. I took photos of about 18 CDs and flipped through them online for the remainder of the flea market day.

I deleted the photos of the ones I didn't want and kept those that I liked. Surprisingly, I ended up buying 13 CDs there, but not before dropping them on the floor like the dumbass I am.

Also, sorry for all the nerd shit I spilled on your lap earlier. No one cares about amps and tuners xD.

I'M LISTENING TO ONE OF THE DOLLAR TREE CDS RIGHT NOW THO.

I already transferred over to my online library on iBroadcast and put the disc into my CD changer, which is now holding 164 CDs.

Its max capacity is 300 discs 🥵

WHY AM I NERD

Oh well

I like being a nerd gurl

Also maybe a technosexual 👀

I get really excited over some electronics. Like. REALLY excited.

Some editing VCRs are like "Holy shit that is SEXY. Look at those goddamn VU meters 🥵. And hhhh there are like 7 inputs on this thing and individual controls for left and right audio gain, not to mention Hi-Fi S-VHS recording. Hhhhhhhhhhh please gimme 😭. Why are you so expensive?"

I uh, mean, uh, *cough* look, pretty lights.

Oh yeah, I was gonna say the album I was listening to xD. MAN I GOT SIDETRACKED.

It's 37 Everywhere by Punchline. Def give it a listen; it's pretty heccin good.

Another notable album I picked up was Page One by Steven Page. I very much like the first track, "A New Shore." It's quite catchy and he has a great voice imo.

Also at dollar tree, I bought a regular bag of Fieras and 2 bags of Fieras Sticks, which were marked down to 75¢/bag because they're expiring soon.

I honestly like the generic Dollar Tree version of Takis more than actual Takis. They're a lot more flavorful when it comes to the lime, but also hotter at the same time.

Don't get the hot nacho ones tho. Hot nacho? More like hot pile of shit.

HAH

Goteem.

They're not that good xD.

THE REGULAR ONES ARE FIRE THO

"How do you do fellow kids?"

I got home and started working on putting the CDs onto my computer, and then onto iBroadcast, but not without first adding The Music Man to my digital library, something I had neglected for a month or two. The CD had just been sitting there lol.

I also switched my digital file for "The Black Parade" to that of the uncensored CD, which I had purchased before I event started working over 2 months ago.

MAN I'M LAZY

I eventually get around to shit tho lol. I guess it's just a matter of priority.

What usually takes priority is digging through everything to find something that I forgot about but then remembered, making a mess in the process that I would then have to clean up, at least partially.

I think the album just ended. I've been writing for a while xD. I'ma start "I Made You Something" by The Island of the Misfit Toys.

I'll tell you where that album came from in a minute.

In the meantime, where was I?

I kinda lost my train of thought despite reading up to see where I was. Oh well. On I go.

I ate dinner and kept working on those CDs, eventually putting my clothes from the week into the washer.

I FORGOT TO PUT MY SHAPING UNDERWEAR IN. FUCKING HELL MAN.

I wanted to wash em for this week 😭

No tight pants for Leonna I guess qwq.

Meanwhile, the box of my CD album cases is overflowing. I need another box.

I keep all of the album artworks in a big CD folder. That's almost full.

I wanna fill my entire CD changer. That's one of my big goals in life. Idk why, but I just wanna legitimately fill the entire thing.

My clothes are in the dryer now. I don't think I have the time (or energy) to fold them tonight. I'll leave that for tomorrow morning before work.

And God. Fucking. Damnit. I start school again on Wednesday. NOT looking forward to that, and neither are my 2 coworkers. We already have low enough staff, but only the two of them working is gonna be a pain in the ass.

I'll still work Saturdays.

I need to contact my guidance counselor to get out of the gym class I signed up for. I scheduled this shit before I found out I was trans, and I don't wanna deal with the fucking locker room situation 🙄 I have far more important matters.

Okay so anyway, the album I'm listening to came from a cassette. I bought this cassette a few months ago at the flea market along with a few others. The reason I bought them? They were all newer cassette releases from the 2010's, and they're all actually pretty good music from very indie bands.

Currently getting mad at iBroadcast's compression algorithm. It's unnaturally fucking anything over -10db up. Oh well, there's not really anything I can do about it.

I have like 13GB of music on my phone btw. That's about 3.5k songs on 268 albums.

I'm kind of an audiophile, but I'm too cheap to pay for a lossless service. Oh well.

They do actually have a lossless service on iBroadcast, but once again, too cheap.

Someone just sent me a friend request who legitimately posted that BLM and the democratic party are hate groups.

BLOCK.

Goodbye ho.

I don't get that. They call the democratic party a hate group when they hate people like me, and I, being more of a democrat although not fully because the 2-party system is fucked, think nothing more of them than they're very wrong about certain things, especially, as shown, that black people, as well as asian, Indian, native, and people of all ethnicities and backgrounds, are not equal to white people.

Yeh.

Totally.

You go buddy.

Anyway, yeah, I can, and do, convert music and video from analog formats to digital files in order for me to archive and listen to whenever and wherever I please. I've actually made a bit of a business out of it, but I don't get too much work from it. At least I'm not overloading myself xD.

I honestly have so much more to say, but I should probably go to sleep soon.

A few final shoutouts to the following people and companies:

-Dollar Tree

-Steven Page

-Broken World Media

-The Island of Misfit Toys

-Simple Kid

-Punchline

-My incredible partner QwQ I love you so much. Thanks for being the best all the time. I hope I can give you the best life ever.

Anyway I suppose this is goodnight. Lmk if you want a full list of the CDs I bought today! I'll link that song by Steven Page here.

And here's a good song from Simple Kid

I really like music lol. Enjoy these pieces.

Anyway, goodnight lol.

Lots of love,

-Leonna.

[eternalscribbles]

(I jave done 2 prompts, botj of tje same story! I really wanna make tjis story a tjing, I like it a lot, but tjere are too many jurdles unfortunately, wjicj is annoying. Won't stop me from writing it till I give up on tje idea tji! Enjoy! Tjis is kinda far in said story. Prompts botj from @writing-is-ruining-my-life! I wonder wjat people could get from tjis, wjat tjey would tjink tje cjaracters are like and sucj witj a fuller picture... Oj well, if anyone reads tjis, I jope you enjoy!)

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"Highly, please!"

Hivemind's pleading eyes stare into the white sclera of her friend's. In her hand, she was shakily clutching a butcher's knife. "We can just... talk! I'm sure they can be reasoned with!" Her free hand waves about with her words, as if trying to cast a spell of understanding on Highly. But it fails, as they look forward with a frustrated glare. "They cannot. We have tried, you have seen and even done, our efforts are found wasted on that dangerous thing."

"They're not a 'thing'!" She snaps, her rise of anger quickly retreating. "Please, we could come to a peaceful conclusion together!"

"No, we cannot." Their voices gains volume, starting to echo. "You saw what happened to Unorthodox. Beaten and sickeningly snapped as we turned on our heels and ran like chickens. He cannot even walk anymore, bedridden, he is. He has not gotten better in days- for all we know, he could be dying! And to even try to befriend what could very well have caused his demise is but utter stupidity, and an insult. Not to mention how likely it is to spell out demise as well! We are to put it down while it is weak. It is our best chance of surviving." Hivemind shakes her head.

"There's good in everyone! There's good in them! And even if you don't believe me, I'm not gonna just hand over the cleaver for you to do the job either! I am going to talk to her, we are going to solve this all out, and Unorthodox is going to be okay!" She yells, her voice straining at the last bit. Her hand tightens it's grip on the handle. Her demeanor speaks her resolve as she begins to move past Highly to the door in which they were chained in. They grab her by the wrists and pull her back, only managing to push her a few inches away from the door before she starts to fight back and push towards the door. "Why does it even matter if I fail or not! She's chained up, I'll be fine!"

"But you do not know that, she could be faking it until we have our guards down!"

And there begun their screaming match for why they should or shouldn't kill her.

What was only minutes felt like hours, the two in a constant stalemate as they were matching in power. But not for long. Highly spreads out her wings, white with the tips tainted in black, looking as if paint was thrown on it, and flapped in Hivemind's face. She closes her eyes and her grip slightly weakens, her ticklish nature not coming in handy as she slightly giggles with the ebony tips brushing against her. Highly took this chance to take Hivemind by her lavender scarf, spinning and launching her into the wall. A loud thud, followed by a crack (fortunately from the wall), followed the pained yelp that came. The butcher's knife now laid on the floor, having slipped out of her grasp. Highly wasted no time collecting it, literally looking down on her. Her wings were spread out, highlighted by the lightbulb above. "No- wait! Please! Highly please!"

"You cannot do what needs to be done. You are weak." Eyes clouded with thought and no doubt a slither of hesitation, her head turns back to the door. With a quick glance to Hivemind, she mouths an apology. One she knows will never be enough for shattering her merciful world, and soon her friend from long ago even if they were long gone long ago. Despite everything, she does not falter in her steps, each one filled with confidence and resolve. Behind her, she hears the pleas and cries of ever so desperate friend, all tuned out into mere muffles. The door opens with a creaks, the tiny box if light shining onto the one the room help captive. And by their stare of utter fear, the two were too loud and they heard. But it mattered not. The door shut with a slam, and a scream if horror rang through the small space. Outside, Hivemind's eyes widen as tears pool but do not fall. In her minds, there's a moment of silence and mourning for her lost companion all over the multiverse. Too bad she already lost them long ago.

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"Wjy did you do it?"

"I got tired of letting my friends die."

Highly's eyes were stuck on the ground, a frown etched across her face. And beside, sitting in the rock 'bench', an all to curious Scribbles. "I did not have a choice. If they got out, it would have spelt our doom. But she did not understand that, she wanted to talk to them."

"And I tjink we all remember jow tjat went." Her eyes look away.

"Yes... Badly." They take a deep breath, it comes out as a sigh. "You should have seen her face. I saw it. When I walked out of that room. She was horrified, a sobbing mess."

"Not like tjeir scream was tje quietist tjing tje world tjougj."

"Yea... She will not even look at me now, though. I want to talk to her about what happened. I want to apologise. But I do not know how when I am treated like the plague! I... do not think there is any coming back from this. She always believed we could go through everything without fighting- without hurting people- but that is not how the world works! Everybody gets hurt, even if the intent was to save! We could not have done anything for her friend. She was already too hurt to fix."

"...You say tjat, but are ya sure?" Highly's head swiftly snaps to Scribbles. "Wh- yes I am sure! We have dealt with every other adversary with kindness and mercy, but we tried kindness and mercy here, and that got Unorthodox on his death bed! We cannot talk our way out of everything, and we certainly could not talk our way out of that!"

"I'm not sayin' tjat talking is our go-to ticket or anytjin', I'm sayin' tjat I don't tjink tjey was beyond jelp."

"So what, I have just murdered someone for no reason? That I have stained my hands with blood that could have been civil!?" They stood up.

"No- wjat I mean is- agj, I can't explain it! Just- listen to me, Highly." Turning to look Highly in the eyes as much as one can when the other person doesn't have eyes (or at the very least pupils), she also stands. "Nobody is beyond jelp. Wjat's done jas been done, but now we look to tje future and don't repeat tje past. Hivemind is very upset, but tjat doesn't mean you two can't resolve tjis. Jowever, Hivemind doesn't jave to forgive you and you can't force jer or anytjing. Like jow tjougj you could do tjis again, you aren't required to. But just remember tjis for next time, maybe: nobody is beyond jelp. Now I may not be good at giving advice, in fact I'm awful at it! But I just jope tjere's sometjing in my words tjat'll jelp you or sometjing. And no, I wasn't implying you killed for notjing, but tjat tjere was anotjer way we could've at least tried." She sighs. She knew she wasn't a very good advice giver, but she had to try, right? A pit forms in her stomach, but she doesn't know why. And she'd rather not know. She lightly shakes her head in an attempt to make sure Highly doesn't notice, before resuming. "I jope you and Hivemind work it out, but remember tjat sje is not obligated to forgive you. Especially since ya kinda murdered jer old best bud." Highly just stares at Scribbles in thought. "Well, I gotta go now. Cya later, Highly!" Scribbles turns and begins to walk, leaving Highly alone with their thoughts. One awful thought kept bashing at her skull though. 'You are a murder, and you did it for nothing. Hivemind will never forgive you.' And they don't move, they know it's true. Hivemind will never forgive them, they will never have the bond they had before.

They were kinda glad Scribbles left, they needed some alone time anyway.

(Altogetjer, tjat makes 1375 words!)

[sonicasura]

Sonic May Cry

Today is Groundhog Day and the entire internet is going into a huge 'Into the ___Verse!' shtick. Basically an Into the Spiderverse based trope where alternate universes cross into one another specifically the characters. This story came from a recent What If situation involving Sonic the Hedgehog that was stewing in my brain yesterday.

And taking alternate universes thing, I delved in deeper with an another alternate universe involving the original Devil May Cry. Mix them both together and I got this.

Time is a very fragile thing and the wrong move can break it. Or: Classic Sonic/Kid Sonic gets blasted into the Devil May Cry universe and causes some big changes.

"Sonic! Run! The rift is closing! If you don't get out of there, you'll be lost in time and space forever! No! Don't do it! Don't leave me! Please! Sonic!!!"

Time was a very precious thing to have. It should never be taken for granted and should never be toyed with. The mechanized menace called the Time Eater had done more damage than either Robotniks could've estimated. The rifts were closing even faster than they should. Someone was going to be left behind with no choice. His best friend Tails wasn't going to be that person if he could help it. His best buddy would be fine without him. For this was his end not Tails. The end of Sonic The Hedgehog. And he welcomed it with open arms.

Great sacrifice comes with a greater reward. Fix their broken hearts, brave little warrior. Heal the wounded hearts of the Sons of Sparda, Sonic the Hedgehog. Right now, they need you the most.

Mitis Forest on the outskirts of Fortuna, a light shone brightly in an open flowerbed. The soft daffodils, petunias and dandelions were greeted by the weight of a small light blue furred hedgehog. The little beast barely reaching 2 ft in height with both face and stomach round with baby fat showing he was quite young. White gloves and red running shoes were the only clothing worn. His muzzle was light peach along with the center of his stomach.

Quills slightly long just like the ones on his back and stubby little tail. Black pupil like eyes slowly opened to be greeted with a vast starry night sky. 'Huh?' Thought Sonic the Hedgehog as he took in his surroundings. He was alive yet… 'What happened? I should be dead.' Sonic thought for a moment. 'This isn't my world that's for sure. And why does my back feel stiff?' The hedgehog then he picked himself off the ground and looked at what he was previously lying on.

Shock became evident as eyes widened when they laid on 7 gray lifeless stones amongst the grass. They looked to be cut into perfect diamond shapes but to Sonic these gemstones were far more precious. 'The Chaos Emeralds?! Why are the Chaos Emeralds here? No better question, why do they look so dead?' He thought picking up one of the lifeless emeralds. It felt really cold to the touch but the hedgehog could feel a tiny bit of energy in the stone.

'Could the emeralds have saved me? No… It did something else. Before I blacked out I thought I heard something. I also feel different too. I feel the same but I can't shake the nagging feeling that something about my body had changed.' He thought before looking at the lights coming from up ahead. He picked up the stones before hiding them in his quills. It was sorta weird on how the Emeralds could hide themselves in his fur like they weren't there but he never bothered about the details.

Sonic walked a bit closer up the hill to see the lights were coming from a large city. What struck him as odd were the large demon statues scattered about the whole place. 'Ain't getting any answers standing here. That city looks like a good place to find out where I am.' With a goal set in mind, he disappeared into a streak of blue as he ran over to the city at supersonic speed.

This city was very odd and quite creepy to the blue blur. Everyone was wearing hoods over their heads, there were armed soldiers about and the place seemed...tense almost ominous. It was the kind of feeling he got running into Robotnik's base or places like Chemical Plant Zone. That something nasty was brewing on the surface. A feeling that no town or city should have.

Speeding past everyone had earned a very unexpected cry of sorts. "Demon! There's a demon!" Demons? This was even stranger to him than meeting his older counterpart that could TALK. His voice box was stunted so he couldn't actually talk but the problem would resolve himself once he turned 10 years old. A few years didn't look so bad though it'll suck if no one can read his charades well.

A tiny hand grabbed his nose surprising the little hedgehog that he nearly crashed into a dumpster when he skidded to a halt. Plucking the nose grabber wasn't as shocking as finding out who had done the deed. A little human baby with white hair and blue eyes had managed to hitch a ride on him. A baby boy in a blue onesie had hitchhiked a ride on the FASTEST thing alive.

'#$#!@ How the heck did you get on me?! You must have insane reflexes to grab me in mid-run!' Sonic thought looking at the baby. His brain halted upon spotting what was really odd about the infant. His right arm was blue with little red scales and had tiny blue claws! It was even glowing light blue through the cracks of each scale! 'Nevermind. You ain't no normal baby because human babies don't have an arm like that.' He thought with a deadpanned expression.

The baby merely babbling as he tried to grab Sonic's nose again though Sonic pulling the baby away from his prize. The child was giggling and all happy before he immediately began to cry strangely. The hedgehog easily catching onto the sound of what he could guess were soldiers behind him yet they were talking about a 'project Nero'. Sonic immediately looking at the baby or Nero in his hands and couldn't help the rage bubbling inside him. He pushed it down before cradling the child in his arms and breaking into a sprint.

'No way those jerks are getting ya little buddy! They're insane to think babies are some kind of science fair project! Time to ditch this crazy island!' Sonic thought as he began to steadily speed up. He needed enough speed to run across ocean surface and he didn't want to accelerate too quickly or he would end up hurting Nero. It was a good thing to know that city was an actual island so he had many places to go from there.

The hedgehog glimpsing a map about a port town that was the closest to Fortuna or the island he was on. A smile grew on his face as he saw what looked like a pier leading straight towards the wide open blue. Without hesitation, Sonic sped up further before using the pier as a ramp. Both hedgehog and baby flying high into the air as a blue streak of light amongst the starry sky.

Nero giggling happily at the sight before him and the rush of wind going by his form. 'Glad you like the wind as much as I do. Have zero clue on caring for a baby but I could find some way to take care of ya.' He thought with a smile before looking down to see they were getting closer to the water. Being quick he immediately began to run after touching the top gliding across the dark blue surface.

Finding land once more was a good feeling considering he had been running for quite a bit. Truth was that the hedgehog wasn't fully recovered after waking up in this new world. The effects were beginning to show as fatigue was starting to slowly wash over him. He rather not drown with a baby in his arms. Sonic sped up a bit more so he can at least reach the beach.

He could rest there with Nero for the night before picking up his search for answers tomorrow. The hedgehog quickly slowed down as he skidded off the water and into the soft beach sand though not without tumbling up a bit at the end. Seaweed had gotten tangled around his legs leading the blue blur to take a header though taking the brunt of the impact so Nero wouldn't.

Something hard hitting his head was the last thing he felt before falling to his side and vision going black. Yet for a short second, he felt saw something red and blue coming closer to him. Everything was whispers leading to silence.

"Are you sure that woman wasn't hallucinating on what she saw? Humans tend to easily be mislead." A cold male voice said with irritation. Two twin males with snow white hair and pale skin walked across the beach shores sand. One whose hair was slicked back, eyes verdant, dressed in black shirt, long blue coat embroidered in gold and blue katana being the only difference to his twin.

The other had his hair down, bright blue eyes and wore no shirt but a black shirt, red coat, and had a giant black broadsword on his back yet walked easily as if the blade weighed nothing. "Lady swore on her own mother about what she saw Verge. Something was travelling across the ocean. A blue blur faster than even you! She said it was heading towards this very beach." The male in red fired back.

"My name is Vergil. You know that so use it foolish brother. I don't know why you took her words or judgment to account so quickly Dante." Vergil growled back at his twin. "Says the guy who raised a giant tower in the middle of the city." Vergil was ready to stab his twin when a streak of blue grabbed their attention. It was coming from over the distance as it glided upon the watery surface.

It slowed down enough for both twins to see what it actually was: a small blue hedgehog in red running shoes. They didn't question the absurdity upon noticing the little guy tripping before rolling into a rock head first knocking the fella unconscious. The brothers running to inspect the injured animal who was nearly balled up into a perfect sphere.

"A demon nestling? No, the little guy doesn't feel like it yet he does have some odd energy. Yet there's something demonic on him." Dante spoke loosening the hedgehog's balled up form to uncover a sleeping Nero cuddled into the hedgehog's fur and stomach. Vergil's eyes widened upon the baby's demonic arm and the energy flowing from it. 

Dante quickly catching onto who the baby actually was. An amused yet heartfelt grin growing on his face at the very conclusion he came to on Nero's identity. "Holy shit. The little fuzzball must have took all the impact so this little fella wouldn't. Never suspected ya to be the first to get laid without protection." Dante quipped only to earn a snarl from his brother.

Verdant eyes soften upon the sight of the infant before looking at the hedgehog that shielded his child from harm. 'The little furball is a mere nestling in age yet it's unfathomable for him to have that type of speed. If trained properly, this young creature will be a powerful force to be reckoned with. A worthy comrade and general." Vergil's devil hissed within the depths of his mind. Neither of them weren't blind to the massive potential the little hedgehog had.

"Vergil! Earth to Vergil!" Had snapped the young man out of his thoughts. He realized that he was cradling both his child AND the hedgehog in his arms. "Looks like someone's demonic maternal instincts decided to kick in. You snatched both the tykes and growled at me." Dante joked with a mischievous grin on his face. Vergil secured the two children into his left arm before pulling out his sword, the Yamato.

He brought the blade slicing a rift in the center of time and space revealing the interior of a shabby shop. He sheathed his sword while a blue spectral one stabbed into his laughing brother's chest. Dante recoiled from the sudden weight yet was still laughing as he followed his brother into the rift. He'll clean up the blood later. Teasing 'Mama Vergil' was more important.

After all, it isn't everyday that a little hedgehog who can run at supersonic speed across the ocean before crashing onto the beach with your older twin brother's baby with him. Or said brother instantly going into papa devil mode and growling at you for even trying to help take care of the unconscious tykes.

It was hilarious on how quick Vergil's personality just swapped because of his primal maternal instincts. The little hedgehog had a nasty bruise and cut on his head from hitting stone at how fast he was going earlier. Vergil threatening to stab his brother if Dante didn't get any bandages to wrap around the injury or any baby products for his son Nero which was the name on the tyke's onesie.

Yet, when Dante came back to seven lifeless stones on the counter of his desk as Vergil sat on the couch with a sleeping Nero nestled into a long silver black tail fast asleep coming from said brother's spine. The little hedgehog was on Vergil's lap while the older brother applied some ointment to the little guy's injury. The hedgehog wincing from the sting but not fighting back or even screaming in pain. "Looks like Sonic is quite the trooper. Despite being conked out, he ain't even letting out a whimper." Vergil gave his brother an odd look.

"Sonic?" The oldest asked in pure confusion. "Got to call him something until he wakes up. Since he was running across the ocean at Mach 1 speed, I thought the name Sonic suited the little guy. He must have some insane pain tolerance though. A bump to the head with your crappy homemade medicine would have me howling." Dante quipped as he handed the medical tape and bandages to his now growling brother.

"By the way, why are there a hunk of rocks on my desk?" The younger male pointed out casually picking up one of the stones. His eyes widened a bit upon detecting the small bit of peculiar energy hidden deep inside the stone. "It was on 'Sonic'. Hidden amongst his fur and quills when I went to inspect for any other injuries despite the absurdity. There is or was some intense power within all 7 of the stones. Something must have drained them dry except for a miniscule amount." Vergil explained giving his brother a serious look.

"Another mystery added about our fuzzy little guest until he wakes up. Glad you still follow the rules that I've set up after the 'recent' incident. 'No hoarding or using any items of potential magic or otherworldly power without Dante's knowledge.'" Dante joked before getting stabbed with another spectral sword in the stomach. The youngest twin had locked the jewels into a lockbox before stuffing them away. After treating both children, Vergil retired to his room upstairs.

Laid both Nero and Sonic down onto his bed before curling his warm body around them followed by his blanket. His demonic nature giving him the incentive to have both in his 'nest' and to keep watch of his 'young'. The thought had him let out an amused snort. Vergil rested his eyes and arms holding both kids near his chest before drifting off to sleep. It was the first night in years that his dreams weren't plagued by gruesome nightmares.

That's it! Kid Sonic basically babynapped Nero from Fortuna, ran across the ocean all the way over to the beach in Capulet before accidentally knocking himself out.

Sonic is like 5 years at the time during the events of Generations. This takes place after the events of Devil May Cry 3 but Dante didn't let Vergil fall into hell. Vergil is under 'Dante' arrest hence that rule until he can be trusted.

He isn't as distant since the events in later games didn't happen so expect this Vergil be a bit softer.

Plus neither of the brothers are blind to the potential our blue blur has and Vergil is going to take the initiative quicker than Dante. This Sonic is going to be OP as hell.

Until next time folks! Jambuhbye!