#yeah minecraft phase hello again

[kawoid]

reflection!!

[tea-the-not-understanding]

Tea stop cooking

too much angst tea too much

stop

the kitchen are burning

it's on fire but I am not stopping cooking with my fingers

I'm planning on either they be a villain or an antihero. Basically my idea is they go around, raiding and attacking others to assert dominance but also setting fear among others so no one would want to mess with them.

But another idea, is that because Sea bunny were part of the group that testing on the nudibranch family of his before the place got shut down/destroyed. Sea bunny have a few knowledge on their works on finding a cure or sort. So I'm planning on making a short post with these two hunting paying Sea bunny a little visits. Say hello to their ol' thief and interrogate about the information or better. Take that flask that has a curing property, even if it just a syringe that can bring someone from phase 3 back to phase 2 in a few minutes when consume something (Minecraft reference on curing villager-). It still something that these two (or one of them) really wants to have others will submit to their claws or praises.

And with the nerf thing on Layla and Aurora, this new design and new name, they gonna be Yin and Yang. Much more simpler design to model in blender and much better lore and background theme and goals with these guys in Dandy's wasteland.

My idea, they not only have very above tolerant to ichor, but only one of them able to transform into a creature of the Chinese zodiac by choices. But Yin only get to transform them in Daytime while Yang at night. And the specific creature that they transform, depends, they must wait for 3 days to transform into that creature again. And also depending on their condition and power, the sizes can variant as well.

This may sound broken but these two consume a lot of foods and they are very picky as well. Where Yang wish to eat mostly fruit and vegetable based while Yin requires meat and flesh to replenish their nourishment.

While these two seem to get along, they actually don't and bickering about everything. The reason they are together is because of their power forcing them to be together, if they were apart, then they start to never regain their magics back and will slowly grow weak by every hours.

So yeah, good guess, I've been cooking with flamethrower.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

It's been awhile but happy pride month Intimiccini! Now for some good flork of cows from your favorite snack

Gummy Worm Anon

Slender: Eat your vegetables or the dinner shark will get you

Younger Toby: Stop trying to scare me I know that's not real! *Flips plate*

Slender:....

*Dinner shark bursts through the table grabbing Toby*

Slender: OH FUCK-

Ben: This is my desktop I have spent thousands on it

Ben: I tell people I spent thousands of dollars on it so I feel better about spending so much in the first place

Ben: If I could still die I'd expect you to hollow it out stuff me inside it and bury me that way

Ben: So that I may rot as the Pharaohs did

Ben: The druid wins the strength contest

Ben: You take 3d10 damage

Jeff holding cards:...

Jeff: go fish

Tim going through old photos: Hey Slender whose this picture of? *Holds up antique painting of Teen Slender in victorian gothic clothing*

Slender holding the photo: Oh that's me when I was younger!

Tim: Wow you must have been going through a rough phase

Slender holding the photo closer: *scoff*

Slender: It wasn't "just a phase"

Younger Slender: Oh thank god you're here Dad! There's a famine and we need to find the cause!

Slender's Father: I don't understand the poor

Slender's Father: Why don't they just give money to their butlers and have them fetch food? Why are they so helpless?

Younger Sender visibly shocked and appalled:....

Slender's Father: Hello no-homer I am Slender's Father

Slender's Father: Here's a mortgage go buy a car or a house or whatever your kind does with these

Ghost s/o: ....

Ghost s/o: The interest rate is 40%

Slender's Father visibly disgusted: When did the poor learn to read?

Y/N wrapping their legs around Toby: Okay baby you paid me that sweet 6$ we can do whatever you want

Toby: you ever play Minecraft?

Y/N: What?

Toby: Yea man I got all these sweet mods on my server. I even built a T-Rex, you wanna see?

Y/N: Shit yeah I wanna see

Happy pride month to you too!!! Also I love that you referred to yourself as my favorite snack, that made me chuckle.

Thank you again for all the quotes, I loved them as always, especially the ones with Slender’s father. Always a great way to start my morning :))))

[hiveswap]

Hello, sorry, I don't mean to be mean about this, but I am not that interested in reading Homestuck(I have tried before but it doesnt appeal to me) but your posts show up nonstop in my dash. Is this gonna last for long? Is it a resurging love? I just need to know if I should wait it out or something

Sorry It's probably that long post that's bothering you, but...

im not trying to be rude either but i came to tumblr to be unapologetic about my interests in at least one place. Those interests kinda vary a lot. Only this summer i've been into good omens and marvel comics, but before that i spent like two years posting about minecraft roleplaying.

I got into homestuck in 2017, so yeah it's an older interest. My url is related to it. But I've been posting about it for only about a three days, and only tonight's posting was something i can imagine being annoying...

Unless we know/follow each other, i don't really care if you decide not to wait it out? It probably won't be a longer "phase" but like don't stay here if you dont want to.

Again if we don't know each other (hell even if we do) i dont believe i owe you self-conciousness about what i post

[hwoodsblog]

heyyy im so glad you're back again -🌻

ayee hello hello

yeah my tumblr phase is like everyone's minecraft phase. It goes for a month as if it was the first time ever using it and then you fall into a depression slumber, only to pick it up again 6 months later as if it was the first time you're playing it (again) and the cycle repeats.

[witchie-writings]

BOO HELLO I'M BACK AGAIN

I WAS WONDERING- halo matchup!

I'm not exactly sure WHAT i say so ill just give you a few things about myself and hopefully it'll help you out 😅

I'm 5'6" :)

I like to write... An excessive amount

I also like Minecraft. An excessive amount.

I enjoy music to an unhealthy extent- typically stuff like Starset and Shinedown. :)

I also like cooking a lot! Like... A lot. But I bake a lot too!

I'm typically a bit quiet when i first meet people, but once i settle in with that person i become the pure embodiment of chaos. It's great. :DD

I also enjoy physical affection to an unhealthy extent but I don't get it too often SO THERE'S THAT

But yeah- thats about it! I hope i gave you the info you needed HAHA

-🔪

knife anon u already know who imma put so buckle tf up 🔪

I ship you with...

Douglas-042!

I know who you simp for, so don't even try to come at me knife anon- the minute you put that you write an excessive amount and love physical affection it sealed your fate immediately. Because Douglas is a big fucking writer and he lives for affection pretty much.

Douglas will definitely want to know what you write about! It doesn't matter what it's about, if it's uncomfortable for you to talk about? That's okay! Doug will understand entirely and if you don't mind, he'd love about the stories he writes about too. Mostly romantic books since a certain Noble member lives on the genre.

The notebooks he has are still in the rough draft stages, but Douglas always fills them up to where they span across at least three to four notebooks a piece.

Would love to bounce ideas off between you two when either are planning to get started on another book. Which is like every other weekend if I'm entirely honest.

Doug prefers to be more of a traditional writer with a pen/pencil and paper, but if you are the type to prefer digital writing, he'll try and order in a good ass laptop so you can store all your ideas. Also he'll buy you a USB drive for extra storage.

Has absolutely no idea what Minecraft is, but he's interested in it! Honestly the skeletons, creepers, etc. don't really phase him, so if he dies he's pretty casual about it. Loves how creative you can get with the creations! He's probably built so much shit in his own little creative world, it's practically a museum at this point.

He tries to get Jerome and Alice to play. Jerome keeps trying to troll Doug while Alice tried punching the computer when a creeper came too close to her character... rest in peace, moniter.

I see Doug being more of a pop, orchestra type of person, so he doesn't listen to much rock. He's willing to try it out though! Feel free to play it on speaker while in his room, if anyone has noise complaints he'll go chat with them for ya.

Oh my god please teach this man how to cook and bake, he'll be in Heaven.

It's definitely a challenge seeing at how fucking massive his hands actually are, you'll find a work around though. It was a fun process to say the least, since Douglas accidentally burned a few dishes along with maybe putting the kitchen on fire. He said he was sorry!

Note to self, don't allow Doug to cook. Even if it was enjoyable to watch him play with the cookie dough.

He'll hug you. A lot. Also he'll hold your hand, probably carry you everywhere. Sappy love poems. Positive words of affirmation. Depression literally ceases to exist with Doug around.

Whenever you don't feel loved or you're hitting a breaking point, spartan 042 is there to uplift your spirits. He'll take you out on walks, hold you while you cry into his shoulder, cook you something, anything. He'll even throw away his reputation as a spartan and crack some stupid ass jokes that are so stupid that it's funny as hell.

He's just... he's just so amazing, honestly.

[redorich]

Out of This World

Niki watches despairingly as her new roommate, one Mr. Wilbur Soot, once again pours water into his cereal. He seems to prefer it that way; Niki can’t help but wonder, not for the first time, whether her roommate is a literal alien from outer space, or just the weirdest motherfucker she’s ever met.

What kind of a last name is Soot, anyway? She thinks to herself unkindly. At least he doesn’t leave dirty clothes on the floor for her to clean up like her last roommate did. But seriously, Niki can’t tell if this man is a crackhead or not.

“Niki, can you pass the salt?” Wilbur says, breaking her out of her reverie. Without thinking, she plucks it from the lowest shelf of the tiny kitchen cabinet and hands it to him. She regrets it instantly when he begins to salt his cereal.

Breathing deeply so as not to grab him by his bony shoulders and shout, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”, she flees the scene of the food crime. When Niki was in college, she was surrounded by people who asserted they had the world figured out. Atoms and gravity and wavelengths. But Niki knows that humanity is desperate to control the uncontrollable, define that which cannot be explained. Science, Niki knows, isn’t just throwing out what doesn’t fit, but rather taking all the data and asking the question, “Why?” So, she thinks, let’s consider the data. 

-------

Niki sneaks trepidatiously to the door to Wilbur’s bedroom. Who knows what sort of unholy, confusing mess he’s got in there, lurking in wait for its next unsuspecting victim. A pinch of guilt hits her. Yeah, Wilbur may be a lunatic, but an alien? Really? It’s a bit uncharitable of her to think such a thing. Shaking herself, she knocks on the door.

“Yes?” Wilbur’s voice carries from inside the room. “Come in.”

Steeling herself, she turns the doorknob with a sweaty palm and is faced with…

A bed. A desk with a computer on it. Two pairs of shoes lined neatly near the closet. Wilbur is taking off his headphones-- he was playing Minecraft. How… ordinary of him.

“Hi, Wilbur. Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted, uh, to see how you were settling in.”

Wilbur smiles his pretty smile. “Thank you. Quite unaccustomed am I to the comforts of-- apartments.”

What Yoda-ass kind of phrasing is that? Niki thinks. A figurine of the marshmallow man from Ghostbusters stares her down from its place on Wilbur’s desk. She meets its eyes warily.

“Oh! Noticed my Ghostbusters statuette, have you?” Wilbur says brightly. “I have more in my closet, if you should like to see them.”

Niki is filled with a sick sense of curiosity. Yes, she wants to see whatever insane thing Wilbur hides in his closet, but she also doesn’t. She idly wonders if Wilbur has ever read The Cask of Amontillado. She feels like he has. This is not comforting.

Wilbur doesn’t sense her hesitation. A small corner of her brain thinks it’s because he’s unfamiliar with human body language. Without pause, Wilbur opens the closet door, revealing…

Niki’s first thought is, where does he keep his clothes? Because the closet is filled with Ghostbusters paraphernalia. The entire. Fucking. Closet. It wasn’t even that great of a movie?? How much did Wilbur spend on this, anyway?

Her roommate misinterprets her blank uncomprehending stare as a marveling gaze. He puffs up proudly.

“Such a profound impact have these movies made! I am truly fortunate to have met a lass of such upstanding artistic caliber, that you should also enjoy the Ghostbusters franchise.”

“Thank you for showing me this,” she says slowly. “I need to-- water the dog. I mean, I left the stove on. At my friend’s house. Uh, see you later.”

She beats a hasty retreat, leaving her apartment for Eret’s place. Something whispers in the depths of her mind: Doesn’t one of the Ghostbusters movies have aliens in it?

-------

Orange is her favorite nail polish color. Eret paints the nails on her right hand in that soft warm shade of orange as he listens to her complain.

“Am I being irrational? Like, do you think I’m going too far?” 

Eret hums noncommittally, putting a little flamingo sticker on her index nail. “He does sound like an unusual person, but I don’t know if I would say he’s an alien.” 

Niki nods her head, since she can’t gesture with her hands. “Okay, yeah, sure-- but he puts salt in his cereal with water. He has a literal dragon’s hoard of memorabilia from shitty movies that came out like three decades ago. And his vibe is just...off. Like when I talk to him, he’s there, but his head’s drifting off somewhere in outer space. God, I’m the worst.”

Eret protests. “Hey, hey, you’re not the worst. Look. I don’t know why this dude is bugging you out so much, but you said he didn’t seem dangerous, right?”

Niki nods dejectedly.

“So, we can figure this out together,” Eret says with a flourish, screwing the top back onto the bottle of polish.

The tender moment is interrupted by Niki’s ringtone. It’s from Wilbur; speak of the devil and he shall appear. Gingerly, so as not to ruin the wet paint on her nails, she picks up the phone and puts it on speaker. “Hello?” she says, motioning for Eret to remain quiet.

“Ahoy, Niki! Wherefore are mine frog legs gone?”

“What?” Eret mouths at her. Niki doesn’t understand either.

“Sorry, Wilbur, what was that?”

“My frog legs,” comes the crackly timbre of a phone in an area with poor reception. “They are no longer in the refrigerator.”

Niki sputters. “Why did you have frog legs in the-- no, never mind. I don’t know what happened to your frog legs, Wilbur.”

The phone line repeats static to her for a moment as Wilbur pauses. “Interesting. Perhaps they walked away, as legs are so oft wont to do. Niki, would you mind dearly to purchase some more? And perhaps, be you willing, some condensed milk?”

Eret silently gags at the idea of frog legs and condensed milk together. Niki doesn’t blame him.

“Okay,” Niki says. 

Eret shakes his head at her, as though begging her not to torture herself like this. The moment Niki hangs up, the first words out of Eret’s mouth are, “That man is one hundred percent an alien. I am so sorry I ever doubted you.”

-------

With frog legs, condensed milk, and an Eret in tow, Niki enters her apartment the following morning with new-found assurance. The rest of the evening goes about as normal as it can, with Wilbur humming nursery rhymes and stirring a pot of, quite frankly, poison. Niki and Eret hide in the living room watching all the Ghibli movies until the only light left comes from the TV in front of them. The front door opens and the floors creak as Will enters. I thought he was in his room?

Eret seems to be on the same page as her. “I didn’t hear him leave,” he says, distant fear in his eyes.

Niki’s ears pick up a faint sound. “Shh!” she hisses. “He’s on the phone.”

Though the apartment is dark (the only light being the TV), Wilbur’s eyes glow like an animal caught on camera. Niki shivers. She only barely catches a glimpse before he ducks back into the entrance hallway, but what she sees unnerves her.

“Philza, calm down,” Wilbur says from the hallway as he takes off his shoes. “It is fine, she suspects not.” 

A pause. The other person on the line, Philza, is talking. 

Wilbur replies, “She was impressed with my Ghostbusters collection, you know-- Ghostbusters is a great movie, fuck off!”

Another pause. Wilbur sighs.

“Aye, I must admit you may have been right on that one. Pretending to be human is--”

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

Wilbur’s head peers around the hallway’s corner in a panic to see Niki and Eret. Niki is pointing her finger at Wilbur with pride on her face, and Eret looks as though he wants to be doing the same thing.

The two in the living room both flush a bit at the outburst, but Niki doggedly continues. “You’re an alien!”

Even though Wilbur’s phone isn’t on speaker, Niki and Eret hear Philza’s laughter from all the way across the room. Wilbur sputters and angrily hangs up the phone, before turning the corner to properly face the two humans. His eyes are actually glowing, it wasn’t a trick of the light, Eret observes. Of course, he also notes that Wilbur’s eyes are the size of dinner plates, and he looks about ready to jump out the window to run from them.

“I am… not an alien,” Wilbur says softly.

“Wh-- but you just said--” Eret says, then cuts himself off when Wilbur phases through the fucking floor.

“He’s a ghost,” Niki whispers, all the pieces clicking into place. Old English, weird taste in food, Ghostbusters are you kidding me. If Niki didn’t just watch her roommate evaporate, she’d be banging her head against a wall and asking her professors to revoke her degree.

Wilbur phases back up through the floor, much closer this time but still hesitant. He sits down a few feet away from the pair of humans nervously. He’s more afraid of us than we are of him, Niki thinks. Like the bears at the zoo.

“For many years, observed the living have I,” Wilbur begins slowly. “I wished to commune with them once again, as one of their own. My father-- Philza-- said unto me that I knew nothing of the modern era. I confess that he was right. Willst you cast me out of your home, knowing now of the spectre that I am?”

Niki tries and fails to suppress the amused quirk of her eyebrow. “How about this: Eret and I show you the ropes of being alive in the 21st century, and in return, you keep the frog legs on your side of the fridge?”

Wilbur smiles that pretty smile again. “Deal.”

-------

“Niki? What is an OnlyFans?”

FIN

[electro-kins]

hello! can i have a matchup for genshin please? any gender tbh! i’m an infj, leo sun(though i feel like i don’t fit that), ravenpuff, ace demi-biromantic trans man! hmm what else? i’m quiet in class and important things but i’m very loud and outgoing otherwise although i’m horrible at talking to and understanding other people. i possible have autism and/or adhd. i enjoy playing video games when i find the motivation to, such as minecraft, portal, skyrim and pokemon(and of course genshin)! i don’t enjoy very calm games or things with really no end goal because i find them boring and i can’t be bothered, but i also don’t enjoy very linear challenging games because i find them too constricting and also boring! i enjoy baking, going on tumblr and playing games with my family! i tend to hoard things a lot or keep things i don’t need, such as rocks or drawings! talking about rocks, i collect gemstones! i used to be very into the meanings of them and witchcraft and such but i found it too overwhelming and stopped eventually. i love going on walks in nature with people and picking up cool things i find such as pebbles, coins and pine cones! i have ‘phases’ in interests and personality where i become obsessed with one character/aesthetic/media for a day or two(sometimes more but i usually move on by then) and consume that and do things to do with that a lot for the time period. i currently like pastel rainbows and archery a lot! i make bad jokes a lot too. i make some mean jokes accidentally sometimes(never intending to be hurtful or mean, but it just comes out that way and i feel so bad after :((), but i care about my friends and those close to me a lot and apparently i’m quite kind! i’m quite gullible when it comes to dumb jokes or mean people but i’m quite smart(also apparently, although i don’t think so) and i do alright in school! i want to learn lots of things, like instruments and languages, but i can never concentrate for long enough on them to actually learn anything. i ramble a lot also dvskdb! i want to be an astrochemist one day too as i love space and chemistry! that’s probably a lot but yeah! that’s me! tysm, i hope this isn’t too much and it’s alright!! tysm again!!!! -☁️🎨🌿

you kin...

BENNETT!!

hiihii!! a lot of your personality reminded me of him <33 he may not be a leo but he gives me leo who doesn't think they match their zodiac sign energy!! also the idea of him collecting gemstones makes me happy and is canon now╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ he would struggle with understanding others,, we were robbed of canon adhd/autistic bennett!! the part about your love for adventure games definitely helped me decide on him, he would dislike calm games without a goal and games that are too constricting and difficult. thanks so much for the request, i hope you're happy with the result!!

[auroraknux]

Incorrect Shadow Boom Quotes - Part I’ve Lost Count

Unlike the previous times, I do actually know where most of these quotes are from. However, there are still a few I don’t know the origin of. Also, as always, I have modified some of them.

Anyway, sorry I keep posting these lol. I just enjoy collecting quotes that fit the characters in my AU.

Amy: A strong relationship is built on clear communication and a shared bloodlust.

Maria: I came up with hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed.

Rouge: As my mom always used to say, if a cop handcuffs you to a bike rack, there's always something you can gnaw through.

Shadow: Your mom always said that?

Shadow: So, just wanted to double check. How do ethical philosophers feel about murder?

Amy: It's frowned upon.

Shadow: Okay. What if the reason you want to murder someone is to make your life easier? That's okay, right?

Sonic: (holding Pikachu) Don't ever talk to me or my son again.

Shadow: I'm a champion of karate and friendship.

Amy: Your home is on fire, you have sixty seconds. What do you take?

Shadow: A nap.

Knuckles: (holding baby Blaze) What are her stats?

Amy: If you had 5 apples and gave 3 to a friend, how many apples would you have?

Sonic: *tears up* A...a friend...

Sonic: *takes a deep breath* I ha--

Knuckles: Yes, you hate Shadow, we know. You hate Shadow so much. He's the bane of your existence. You hate him so much. You just hate Shadow, we KNOW. You hate Shadow. You fricking hate Shadow. Okay, we know, we get it. YOU HATE SHADOW. WE GET IT.

Sticks: The moon landing was fake.

Sonic, deciding to mess with her: Pffft, you believe in the moon?

Sonic: In case you haven't noticed, I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in. I don't want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without a small Pokemon on my head? That's weird.

Shadow: When I was younger I had a crush on a girl in my class and didn't know how to deal with it, so I wrote her a letter that just said "get out of my school".

Rouge: ...THAT WAS YOU?!

Shadow: SONIC FUCK OFF

Shadow: AND BY FUCK OFF I MEAN FUCK OFF RIGHT BACK HERE AND LISTEN, YOU INSUFFERABLE PRICK

Knuckles: It's so beautiful out here.

Sonic: Yeah, it's just me, you, and the moon.

Amy: *somehow standing on the moon* HEY! YOU TWO SHOULD KISS!

Sonic: And this is Pikachu.

Knuckles: Uh, he has a knife.

Pikachu, holding obvious knife: (in Pika-speak) Wha? No, no I don't.

Shadow: Rouge said I was the most handsome hedgehog in the world.

Sonic: Knuckles said that to me, too.

Shadow: THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE.

Rouge: Hey! What did you get for your birthday, Shadow?

Shadow: I got older.

Knuckles: Want to see an impression of my parents?

Sonic: Sure.

Knuckles: *leaves*

Sonic: How much do you love me?

Knuckles: *cradles Sonic's cheeks in his hands and looks deeply into his eyes*

Knuckles: Hella

Shadow: I'm going to defeat you with the power of friendship and this gun I found.

Rouge: I'll buy us both dinner when you bail me out.

Shadow: It's a post-jail date.

Tails: Don't say some truly stupid stuff like that to me. In a kitchen. Where the knives are kept.

Shadow: You know it's going to be a rough day when you scream "Get fucked" at your alarm clock.

Rouge: I still can’t get over the fact that Shadow thinks I have my life together. That has to be one of the nicest yet most sadly misled things anyone has ever said about me.

Amy: Relax, Shadow. Patience is a virtue.

Shadow: WHY DOES PATIENCE HAVE TO BE A VIRTUE? WHY CAN’T HURRY THE FUCK UP BE A VIRTUE?

Tails: What are you guys dressing as for the costume party?

Shadow: Sad.

Amy: Gay.

Rouge: Sexy.

Knuckles: Minecraft.

Sonic: Also Minecraft.

Sticks: You should feel lucky I'm asking you out. I'm a very sought after girl, I've been kidnapped like twice.

Amy: I'm sorry, are you bragging about being kidnapped?

Sonic: *has just gotten done explaining his tragic backstory*

Shadow: I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Sonic: How would you know that? You don't even talk to me.

Shadow: I do talk to you. I just say mean things.

Rouge: Red is such an edgy color, but it's also the color of love and cherries and Valentine's Day and it's so lovely and fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love you, Shadow the Hedgehog!!!!!!!!

Knuckles: You had me in the first half, not going to lie.

Shadow: She had you in the second half too, you fucking coward.

Sonic: My problem is that I push people away and then get mad at them for leaving me.

Sonic: What were you planning to do with the rest of your night?

Knuckles: Probably watch cooking videos and fantasize about pie.

Rouge: Wait, Shadow had a stoner phase? How high did he get?

Amy: He asked me if I ever met a talking rock and when I said no, he looked me dead in the eye and said "Today is your lucky day" then curled into a ball and started talking...that high.

Rouge: Anyway, at least being paid in opium makes a cool story.

Sticks: Are you inviting me to ice cream?

Amy: The subtext of everything I say to you is inviting you to ice cream.

Sonic: (to Shadow) Did we seriously just get in a fist fight over Kit Kats?

Knuckles: Glitter fights sound a lot funnier in theory.

Rouge: I can handle him. I'm made of spite and hot wings.

Infinite: Don't worry, I have logic...just not morals.

Shadow: But there's so much I want to do before I have kids. Like die.

Shadow: All I heard was Rouge saying "I swear it'll be funny" and then we were in jail.

Shadow: I'm sorry I tried to stab you. I just really want those mozzarella sticks.

Infinite: Well, personally I like to keep my blackmail in well organized folders.

Knuckles: When I asked you to bring me back something from the beach, I meant like a conch shell!

Sonic: *struggling to hold a Wingull* Fucking say THAT, then!

Knuckles: The echidna life is a strained and tense one. I envy the life of a smooth rock resting on the beach…warmed by the sun…unaware of the trials and tribulations of sentient life…

Sonic: Do you need to talk?

Knuckles: I wish I was a croissant.

Sonic: Hello 911? Yes, hi, I accidentally stepped on my Pikachu's tail and I need to be arrested.

Beaver Policeman: Mr. Hedgehog, we’ve talked about this.

Shadow: Dad, I’m ready to go.

Black Doom: Hi ready to go, I’m Dad.

Shadow [tearing up]: Did you just make a dad joke?

Black Doom [sobbing]: Did you just call me Dad?

[at an amusement park on the teacup ride]

Shadow and Rouge: *spinning calmly while talking*

Sonic and Knuckles: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Amy: Why is your report card on the ceiling?

Sonic: You told me to bring my grades up.

Amy:

Amy: I did say that, let me have a look--

Sonic: Thanks, Mom.

Amy:

Sonic: Why is everyone staring at me?

Knuckles: You just called Amy your mom. You said "Thanks, Mom".

Sonic: What? No I didn’t! I said "Thanks, man".

Amy: Do you see me as a mother figure, Sonic?

Sonic: No. If anything, I see you as a bother figure, ‘cause you’re always bothering me.

Shadow: Hey! Show your mother some respect.

Sonic: a romantic poem for you:

hella cute

hella fine

be my hella valentine

Knuckles: i’m swooning how are you still single

Knuckles: Awww! Congratulations on the baby!

Shadow: *actually smiles for one in his life* Thanks.

Rouge:

Shadow: Darling, aren’t you going to say something?

Rouge: You know, congratulating someone on a new baby is basically congratulating them on having sex.

Rouge: Are you a cuddler?

Shadow: I AM A MACHINE OF DEATH AND DESTRUC--yeah, I’m a cuddler.

[bowtomycoolclocks]

Just Let Go Part 1

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Summary: The core five have just met you, the new bad-ass of Riverdale. However, when you first meet them it doesn’t go as smooth as some predicted until you met Archie Andrews. Will you level with the core four or lose Archie in the process?

Warnings: Anger, smoking (DONT DO IT KIDS YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR), slight cursing.

A/N: Hi everyone! It’s been quite some time, I know. I’m sorry and to be honest, I was procrastinating to write this, and I don’t want to lie to you guys. However, I’m back on track baby! I love Riverdale and to be honest, it’s quite enjoyable writing as Jughead. Before we begin, I have the schedule of when I’ll be posting. It will be anytime Wednesday and Friday. I am starting school in a week so it might have to change, but for now, it’s all good. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy more to come soon! Don’t forget tags and requests are open!

Jughead Pov

Here in our unearthly town named Riverdale, life before Jason Blossoms death was very… trite. Then following the death of football star Jason Blossom, everything in Riverdale turned to shit. However, in every cloud there is a silver lining, so to speak. For Archie Andrews, my closest, and dearest friend, she would be his silver lining. It was like every day in Riverdale, lackluster and inconsequential. Like my father always said, “Everyone in this goddam town, is like a monkey. Doing the same damn thing every day, pickin’ bugs out of their hair, shittin’, and eatin’. Every day.”. This was true, until a very unique female, walked into “Pops”. 

She wore a red and black flannel and black skinny jeans with rips at the knees. From what I could distinguish, she wasn’t like every run of the mill suburban girl that Riverdale bred. This girl was contradistinctive from any female I had witnessed or been acquainted with. She meandered with such confidence it was uncanny to any I have seen. At the time, Archie, Betty, and I were sitting in the once plush, but now deteriorating booth. I was sitting next to Betty while Archie was across from us. Then soon after the girl marched into “Pops” with a look of petulance. Her E/C orbs glared once she turned her head to Betty and me’s direction. She had cursed under her breath and journeyed up to the counter. Pop walked to the counter, with a bounce in his step.

“Hey there!” He exclaimed.

“Hi. I’m here to pick up my food.” She spoke, venom in her voice.

“Sure thing Honey. Whats the name you put the order as?”

“Y/N.”

“Well okay then, I’ll be out soon.” Pop walked away into the kitchen. With the girl we had all assumed to be Y/N, she rested against the counter, with her arms folded. I could tell that she had no interest conversing with anyone. However, Betty- at the time we were in the first stages of becoming intimate- being the over exuberant, gregarious person, I’ve grown to adore, was predetermined to introduce herself to the new girl. Betty had stood up and dusted her pink, peter pan collared shirt.

“Betty, what are you doing?” I had questioned, raising my eyebrow. I knew that if Betty went up to this new girl, she’d be chewed up and spit out, it was almost guaranteed.

“Juggie, is it wrong wanting to introduce myself to someone new?”

“Bets, you know she’s going to piss on you.” I explained, straightening my crown hat.

“What does that mean Jughead-? Never mind, it doesn’t matter, I’m just going to go over there.” Archie by now turned around, to see the damage Betty would have to take. Betty walked up to Y/N. Y/N, turned to the side and looked at Betty, she rolled her eyes, piqued.

“Hi, I’m Betty Cooper! I can assume that you’re new so I just want to say hello. I couldn’t help but overhear that your name is Y/N,” Y/N was silent, she didn’t speak a word, “I’ll take that as a yes. Well anyways, I was hoping maybe you’d want to meet my friends?” Betty inquired, tilting her head. Then Y/N looked at Betty up and down, however not in a flirtatious way, but in a more judgmental way. 

I was puzzled, why was this girl, whom we never met, so impertinent towards us? Pops then walked up to them and placed the take-out food on the counter. Y/N turned around, handed Pops the cash and started to walk out of the diner. Despite fully exiting the diner, she turned on her heel, looked at Betty, scoffed, and shook her head. After that, she exited, the bells chiming in happiness for her descent. Betty turned around and slumped back to our booth.

“She is something.” Archie pointed out, shrugging his shoulders. Betty then looked at him.

“Maybe there’s a reason why she acts like that.” Betty tried to reason.

“Or Bets, she’s just naturally like that.” I turned my head. I could tell Betty felt distressed. I tried to comfort her, emphasis on the tried. I awkwardly wrapped my arms around Betty and gave her a thin-lipped smile as she looked at me.Then I turned my head to the window and saw Y/N take a drag of her cigarette. She was leaning against her boss 429 black Mustang. Her eyes shifted to mine, and she stomped the cigarette on the ground. Y/N then entered the car, slammed the drivers’ door, and zoomed away from the diner. I then faced Betty and Archie and took a bite of my burger. That was the first encounter with sweet little Y/N.

The next one was just as bitter as the first. It was the following week. Just an ordinary October day in Riverdale high. You have your jocks, taking steroids in the locker rooms, your geeks, playing Minecraft or dungeons and dragons, your sweethearts, greeting everyone, trying to make the world a “better place”, your populars, sneaking alcohol in a water bottle, and your outcasts, sitting around, observing the world around them, but not participating in it. Betty, Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and I were standing in the hallway. Betty, Kevin and I were standing against the lockers.

Then she walked in. All heads turned to her, the high school of Riverdale stopped in time when Y/N waltzed into the halls. Y/N at the time wore a black Metallica shirt, ripped jeans, black Dr. Martens, and wrapped around her upper body was a leather jacket. Y/N sashayed towards us. When she proceeded next to us, Betty greeted Y/N. Much to Betty’s dismay, Y/N kept walking forward. Betty frowned and looked to the ground. Veronica, however, wasn’t keen on Y/N blatantly ignoring Bets.

“Hey, you!” Veronica called out to Y/N. My face had a look of confusion as well as the rest of them. Y/N turned around, her gaze on Veronica, then she turned back around and started to walk away.

“Hell no, if she thinks she can just walk away she has another thing coming.” Veronica spatted.

“Just stop Ronnie, it doesn’t matter.” Betty spoke shyly.

“Well, it does to me.” Then with that Veronica stomped to Y/N and grabbed her arm, forcing Y/N to turn around.

“Who do you think you are? Listen, new girl, if you ever do that to any of my friends, you will regret it.” Veronica seethed spitting out venom. Y/N laughed, almost menacingly, it was unusual, and quite frankly scary.

“You seem like the type of person to boss people around, so let me tell you something. If you ever lay a finger on me again, I promise you, that finger won’t be there anymore.” Then Y/N shoved her arm out of Veronica’s grasp and walked away.

Everyone stared in awe, no one had challenged, much less threaten The Veronica Lodge. Veronica looked at our classmates.

“All of you turn around! This is none of your business!” She screeched to our peers.

It was the same day when all of us encountered Y/N again. It was lunch and we all sat around our usual lunch table outside. I was quiet while everyone else was chattering. I moved my head around and saw that Y/N was against her car, smoking another cigarette, she looked up at me, then looked ahead at the sky, pursed her lips, and blew out the smoke.

“Juggie what are you looking at?” Betty inquired, then she turned in the direction in which I was looking at. Then she turned back to me.

“Hey, maybe you should talk to her?” She spoke lightly caressing my arm.

“I don’t know if I want to talk to the Kraken.” I replied, laughing slightly. Betty returned the laugh.

“She seems a lot like you, it couldn’t hurt.”

“Are you sure?” I smirked, and Betty lightly shoved me, that implied for me to get up. I had put my hands up, surrendering, and walked away from the table. Kevin and Veronica asked something to Betty from a distance as I walked to Y/N.

She looked at me, taking a long inhale, and blew the smoke out.

“Now you too? Are your friends obsessed with me?” She interrogated.

“For some reason, Bets is really set on us trying to ‘befriend’ you. She’s wasting her breath.”

Y/N genuinely laughed, it sounded foreign but nice.

“I’ll drink to that. So what is she? Your girlfriend?” Y/N questioned taking another puff.

“Maybe, we’re still in that development phase.” She nodded her head, and dropped her cigarette, jamming it to the ground.

“Aren’t you FP’s son?” My eyes widened, how could she have possibly known that?

“Uh yeah, why are you asking?” I inquired raising my brow.

“‘Cause I go to the Whyte Wyrm often and heard your name spilling through FP’s drunken mouth more than a few times. He tells me how much he respects you and wishes he could be a better father.” My mouth at the time gaped in shock. I never saw my father, he had yet, at the time, told me what Y/N just did, even more, he expressed those feeling to a stranger more or less.

“I’m confused. Are you a serpent or do you just hang around there?”

“Soon I’ll become a serpent.” Y/N answered.

“That’s why you don’t have the jacket.” I spoke to myself. She nodded her head.

“You don’t seem like a bad person so what’s the act?” I interviewed. Then like a switch, Y/N went cold, her eyes shot daggers at me.

“Why don’t you just go to your posse?” She disputed and looked the other way. Meaning she was done talking to me. I then walked back to the table.

“So how was the wicked witch of the west?” Kevin asked chuckling. I sat on the cold seat and fixed my crown hat.

“Apparently she knows my dad, and she’s going to join the south side serpents.” I told them.

“Now it all makes sense.” Veronica spoke out, I glared at her.

“I’m just saying!” Veronica declared.

“She’s not as ruthless as she lets out to be, I think. I’m just saying, it wasn’t the most unpleasant conversation I’ve ever had.” I remarked.

“I told you!” Betty exclaimed hugging me.

“She’s probably luring you into a trap so she could strike us.” Veronica debated.

“Maybe she has a barrier that has to be let down.” Archie voiced.

“Archiekins, once you’ve talked to her, come to me, and then you can tell me how she is.” Veronica answered.

Archie smirked, “Maybe I will.”

Archie’s POV

I stood in front of “Pops”, hands in my letterman jacket. I walked up the stairs, my foot bounced with each step against the slippery concrete. I pushed the door forward, Pops greeted me with a smile. I nod my head and searched through the aisle for Jughead, he was nowhere to be found.

Then I saw her, Y/N, and my interest my piqued. I think I’ll take Veronica up on that offer. Y/N was reading a book, I couldn’t distinguish it from the distance I was standing. I walked towards her, hands became clammy after every step. When I reached her, I stood right in her line of sight, she slowly dropped her book and looked up at me. I took my hands out from my jacket and wiped them against my jeans.

“Hey there-“

“Now pretty boy is deciding to talk to me huh? Must be my lucky day. Woo.” She spoke sarcastically, and I stifled a laugh.

“So, uh, what book are you reading?” I asked, scratching the back of my head.

“Aww is token boy a little nervous talking to the big bad wolf?,” She pouted, “But if you must know, it’s the ‘Grapes of Wrath’, written by John Steinbeck.”

“Oh…”

“Do you not know what this book’s about?” I shyly shook my head.

“Figures.” She spoke underneath her breath.

“I’d like to know! Maybe I could sit with you and tell me about it?” I questioned, eyes bright. She started to laugh, and I tilted my head in confusion.

“I see what you’re trying to do, and I’m not falling for that cute boy act. Plus, you’re not my type.” Now I was more confused than before. Then I understood what she meant. I started to blush like crazy.

“No! I don’t mean it like that. I genuinely want to know what the book is about.” I replied.

“Shouldn’t you be off with your friends or is this a game to see who the new girl can talk to first?” She seethed, clearly angry. My face looked down, despair written on it. I turned around starting to walk away.

“Wait,” She spoke defeated, and I turned back, “If you honestly want to know what it’s about, you can sit.” I smiled brightly and walked up to the booth, and slid in across from her.

“Okay, first I should tell you about Tom Joad, the protagonist of the book…” - “This book sounds amazing!” I gushed, and she laughed and took a bite out of a fry.

“Who knew that pretty boy would be into a book like this?” Y/N asked, shaking her head.

“Can I borrow the book? I really want to read it.”

“Isn’t there a library you could get it from? Plus you’d be helping the library industry, God knows they need it.”

“I understand…”

“Ugh, fine,” My head popped up, eyes widened.

“After, I finish the book again.”

“Thank you so much!” I thanked her, and for a couple of seconds, we sat there in silence.

“So, I, um, see that you smoke a lot. Why do you smoke? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Well, I know the repercussions of smoking, I’m not an idiot. However, I guess I do it because I feel free, I don’t have any troubles in the world. I know, why not do yoga? Or run? I guess, I just have been doing it for so long, it’s like second nature.”

“I don’t know how to reply to that…”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to. I can understand that it’s different from most kids smoking things like weed.”

“I don’t smoke weed.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“I mean I obviously have the option to, but I don’t and I’m perfectly fine with that.” I defended myself.

“He don’t get so uptight. If anything,” Y/N moved in her seat uncomfortably, “I think it’s cool you don’t have to smoke just to feel alive. You have yourself and people that make you feel that way. I respect that.” I smiled at her, and for the first time, I saw her. She was broken, like a beautiful porcelain China doll crashing on the ground, and all I wanted to was glue her back together.

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