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howlingday · 9 months

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Ultimate Hunters V2

Mercury: Well, why don't we get the introductions outta the way?

Oscar: Huh? Introductions?

Mercury: I'm Mercury Black. Nice to meet ya! Guess I shoup tell you why I'm attending the Academy, too, while we're at it. Of course, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it's a special talent.

Oscar: It's not a special talent? What do you mean?

Mercury: I'm lucky.

Oscar: ...What do you mean?

Mercury: No, really, that's my special talent. I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student. Or that's what they call me, anyways.

Oscar: Ultimate Lucky Student?

Mercury: There was a world-wide lottery, and I just so happened to win the grand prize of getting to attend as "The Ultimate Lucky Student."

Oscar: (Thinking) Is that really a thing?. Can you really call being luvky a talent?.

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May: Hey~! Who're you dudes?

Oscar: Nice to meet you. I'm Oscar Pine.

May: Gotcha... And who's this other dude?

Mercury: What? Didn't we already meet?

May: Oh, right! Haha! My bad! I'm not the best at remembering names, and I've already met so many interesting characters!

Mercury: I'm Mercury Black. Please try to remember this time...

May: Yo! The name's May Marigold! Nice to meetcha!

Mercury: May's known as the all-around super athlete, the Ultimate Gymnast. They also say she's a bit of a troublemaker, but her athletic skill is already off the charts. But her basics and fundamentals are kinda all over the place, so most of her work is improvised. If she's in her groove, she's amazing! If not, then she gets bored and switches things up.

Oscar: No matter how you slice it, she still sounds like a troublemaker. Still, she's got an amazing physique, like a Vytal athlete!.

Mercury: Hey, what are you... Oh, I get it. You got a thing for sexy bodies, huh?

Oscar: Please don't say that out loud. People will actually take you seriously.

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Fiona: Squish! Squish!

Oscar: What's she doing?. She's just sitting on the floor, pressing her fingers to the dirt.

Oscar: Uh, are you okay? I haven't introduced myself. My name is Oscar Pine.

Fiona: Huh? I'm Fiona Thyme.

Fiona: Squish! Squish!

Oscar: She's not stopping. What is she doing?. And she looks so young... Is she really a high schooler?

Mercury: Fiona is the incredibly talented Ultimate Traditional Dancer. As a rookie, the dance industry expects a lot from her. She's already performed in other kingdoms many times. Her dancing is really popular with young audiences, which is rare for the dance industry. Then again, a significant number of her fans are also men.

Oscar: It's probably a niche thing, or something.

Fiona: Squish! Squish!

Oscar: Uh, what are you doing?

Fiona: Hm? I'm squishing!

Oscar: Squishing what?

Fiona: Mr. Ant! Duh! I'm squishing lots and lots of Mr. Ants!

Oscar: ...Come again?

Fiona: If you squish their bellies just right, it makes an awesome sound! Wanna try?

Oscar: H-Hell no!

Fiona: Aw... Okay! Pfft... Pansy...

Oscar: This girl... her attitude and her appearance don't match at all.

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Roman: Who the hell are you? Don't go acting all chummy with me, shithead.

Oscar: This guy is already so hostile.

Roman: Huh?! You got something to say, punkass?

Mercury: Easy, Roman. We're just introducing ourselves.

Roman: Introducing yourselves?

Mercury: Yeah. Not like you two have actually met before, right?

Roman: Hmph...

Roman: The name's Roman Torchwick... Just so we're clear, I don't plan on getting all chummy and shit with you.

Oscar: He looks so young, but he's also really rude.

Mercury: Roman is a student and also their heir to the Spiders.

Oscar: Spiders?! You don't mean-

Mercury: Ah, so you have heard of them. Spiders are the largest criminal organization in Remnant, with a membership of well past 4000 members. In other words, he's the Ultimate Gang-Boss.

Mercury: By the way, don't go mentioning his babyface around him, so be careful. You'll be outta fingers before he's done with you.

Oscar: I-I wasn't going to, but I'm glad I know now!.

Oscar: Mercury, you saved my life...

Mercury: Haha, you're joking right? ...Guess not.

Roman: Hey, if we're done here, you mind making like a tree and fuck off?

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Velvet: Excuse me, but aren't you the guy who was squatting on the beach earlier with your head buried in your arms?

Oscar: Er, y-yeah...

Velvet: You gotta keep it together, y'know? Nobody wants a crybaby for a husband.

Oscar: Y-You're right...

Velvet: You're waiting for me to introduce myself, right? I'm Velvet Scarlatina, and I'll be counting on you from now on.

Mercury: Velvet's the Ultimate Photographer. Naturally, she has a promising future as a photojournalist. I'm not exactly an expert on photography, but I hear she's already won a ton of awards. That said, she's known for her skill at taking pictures of people.

Oscar: The Ultimate Photographer, huh? Makes sense, seeing that camera around her neck.

Velvet: To be honest, I'm a little relieved. You seem decent enough.

Oscar: Decent?

Velvet: There's a lot of weirdos here. I can't tell if they're Ultimates, or just insane. I'm eager to get along with everyone so we can all get off this island.

Oscar: Get off? What do you mean?

Velvet: Huh? You don't know? It's what that stuffed animal Somewhat said. After you finish getting everyone's Hope Crystals, we can all go home and leave this island together.

Oscar: Th-They said that?! We can go home?!

Velvet: You should pay more attention! This is super important!

Mercury: You must feel relieved after hearing that, huh, Oscar? So long as you get along with everyone, we'll be heading home in no time!

Oscar: I guess, but why go through all this trouble in the first place? What's the point of us being on this island anyways?

Mercury: Beats me. Doesn't seem like that big a deal.

Oscar: Not a big deal? It couldn't be any bigger of a deal!.

Velvet: Hey!

Oscar: Ack!

Velvet: Don't "ack" me! I gave you my introduction. Now give me yours!

Oscar: O-Oh... Um, I'm Oscar Pine. It's nice to meet you.

Velvet: Oscar, huh? Well, too bad for you, because I've already made a mental note as "Unreliable Oscar". It'll be hard to change my mind, so you better be a man and do your best!

Mercury: Haha! You're already so whipped, Oscar!

Velvet: I'm talking to both of you! Got it?!

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Hazel: Hm? Oh, right. We gotta do introductions.

Hazel: I am the Ultimate Team Manager, Hazel Rainart!!

Oscar: U-Uh, hello. I'm Oscar Pine.

Hazel: Hey! Your voice is too soft! Speak from your gut!

Oscar: U-Um... I'm Oscar Pine!

Hazel: Louder! You can do better than that!

Oscar: My name is Oscar Pine! Pleased to make your acquaintance!

Hazel: I AM HAZEL RAINART! I AM THE ULTIMATE TEAM MANAGER! Don't forget it, even if you go to hell!

Hazel: I am the Ultimate Team Manager, Hazel Rainart!

Oscar: Y-You don't have to keep repeating your name so much.

Hazel: HA! I agree to your terms!

Oscar: He's so boisterous... It's not just his voice, but his whole body seems loud.

Mercury: Hazel Rainart, as you probably figured, is the Ultimate Team Manager.

Oscar: What does that mean? He's not on a team, but he manages it?

Mercury: Not JUST a team manager. He's an Ultimate. He's gone from town to town and played an active role in managing various sports clubs and their teams. In fact, he led a delinquent team of rugby players to victory in the national playoffs, rescued a baseball team from shutdown and took them to a finals victory, and rumor has it he's training some hotshot new champion in Mistral.

Oscar: If that's all true, then he definitely deserves the title of Ultimate Team Manager. But... with a build like his, he should be PLAYING those games instead.

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Oscar: Urgh!

Mercury: What's wrong?

Oscar: N-Nothing...

May: ...

Oscar: Why is she staring at me?.

May: Ah, uh, um...

May: Um, you know...

May: ...I-I'm sorry.

Oscar: Why is she crying?!.

Mercury: Bullying a girl? That's not cool, Oscar.

Oscar: I-I didn't do anything!

May: Oh, your name is Oscar. If you don't mind, I'd like to remember it.

Oscar: Uh, no, I don't mind you remembering my name.

May: M-My name is May Zedong. From the bottom of my heart, I hope we can get along.

May: Um... You know... Um... Um um um... Uh... My mind is drawing a blank... I'm so nervous! And I even went through the trouble of preparing over 5000 topics for us to discuss after introducing ourselves!

Oscar: Talk about excessive...

Mercury: It's okay to take your time. We can wait as long as it takes. Heck, we'll wait forever if you want us to!

May: Huh... AAAAH!

Oscar: You're just putting more pressure on her!.

Oscar: I guess I'll ask you instead. What's her deal?

Mercury: May here is the Ultimate Nurse. Anytime you're hurt, she'll help you out, so you should probably get along with her. Chances are that if you get wounded and don't get it treated, it'll get infected and you'll die!

Oscar: Don't say something so morbid so naturally...

May: Heh heh heh..

May: AH! I'm sorry for laughing so suddenly! I... I just can't help myself. I'm so happy,I can't remember the last time I made any friends... Ah, not that you actually want to be friends with me! I'm sooooooo sorry I said something so presumptuous! I'll do anything you want! Just please don't hate me!

Mercury: Bullying her again? So not cool, Oscar.

Oscar: Why does this keep happening?.

May: I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry!

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Ilia: Peeking... Peeking... Oh haiii! Who're you?

Oscar: U-Um... Oscar Pine?

Ilia: Helloooo? Your tension is too low! You feelin alright? Ah, well, introductions are already a go-go!

Ilia: Ih! Lee! Uh! Am! Ah! Toh! Lah! Put it all together and whattaya get? Ilia Amitola~!

Ilia: Alright, introductions are done. More importantly, check out this supermarket! Hamburger, ramen, chili, bratwurst, spaghetti... OOH! Melons!

Ilia: Valian, Vacuan, Mistrali, and Atlesian... Even folks from Menagerie would shop here! Man, I'm getting hella stoked! I am thirty-one flavors of stoked for all of this deliciousness! And when I'm hungry, I get reeeeeeeeeeeal munchy-crunchy! It doesn't make sense! Why am I always hungry when I get excited? Hahaha! The body sure is a total mystery!

Mercury: Uh, yeah, this is Ilia Amitola, the Ultimate Musician. She used to play guitar in an all-girl band that was super popular with other girls our age. Their number one hit, "After Class Poyoyon Hour," sold over a million copies.

Oscar: A super popular all-girl school band... Why does that sound so familiar?.

Mercury: Sadly, like so many before them, they broke up due to creative differences.

Oscar: Creative differences?

Ilia: You wanna know?

Oscar: Ack! You heard me?!

Ilia: Duh! Ilia Amitola IS a musician! Like the other greats such as Schnee, Wine, Merlot, Polendina, and Willows... I am an awesome musician, too!

Oscar: Oh, I guess it does make sense that you have good hearing if you're a music- Wait, some of those people aren't even musicians.

Ilia: Don't sweat the details~.

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Oscar: An airport? Wait, can't we use those bullheads to escape?

Robyn: Nope, sorry. Even if they were broken and busted, I could fix 'em. But it looks like they're just for show.

Oscar: Just for show?

Robyn: There's no engine. Can't fix what isn't there.

Oscar: No engine?!

Robyn: Oh, right! I forgot! I'm Robyn Hill, the Ultimate Mechanic. Nice to meetya!

Mercury: I guess I shoulda known the Ultimate Mechanic would have figured it out. Robyn's a bit of a savante when it comes to machines. If she says it won't fly, then it definitely won't fly.

Robyn: Even so, if someone took out the engine before they brought us here, then they planned this out to a T.

Oscar: Kinda weird, don't you think?

Robyn: Yeah, it's weird, but it's a kind of weird I can understand.

Oscar: Huh?

Robyn: It makes sense, though, don't it? Whoever dropped us here... I mean, it's not like they're expecting us to kill each other, right? That's what the school regulations in our e-handbook say.

Robyn: Besides, if you look enough at that cute mouse plushie, you might actually fall in love with them.

Oscar: I really hope it doesn't come to that.

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Sienna: Stop right there! If you value your life, do not take one step closer!

Oscar: ...Huh?

Sienna: I said stay back! Oh, very well... I shall accept your courage!

Oscar: What is she talking about?.

Sienna: You wish to know my name? Kehehe! Some may think your courage recklessness, but I welcome the challenge. In honor of your courage, I shall reveal to you my name! I am Sienna Khan! Remember it well, for it is the name that shall rule the world!

Oscar: R-Rule the world?! She's kidding, right?.

Sienna: Now I must ask you; whose master are you?

Oscar: What?

Sienna: Don't play dumb! Which tribe did you make a pact with? Answer me!

Oscar: Um, what do you mean by "pact"?

Sienna: Answer me now, though I shall cast you to the sea once you do!

Oscar: Then I'm definitely not answering!

Mercury: Uh, maybe I should explain. See, she's asking you what kinda of pet you used to have.

Oscar: P-Pet? I've never really had a pet. Closest thing I had to a pet was a hermit crab we passed around at school.

Sienna: A hermit crab! No better than an insect! Why, your magical essence caps at a mere five! Absolute trash!

Oscar: Trash? Really?

Sienna: Is it wrong to call trash "trash"? Why, trash like you dare not speak against higher beings like me! I am Sienna Khan, Overlord of Fire!

Oscar: H-Hey! Something just climbed out of your robe!

Sienna: Allowing the beasts to bed upon my person in exchange for their servitude is the secret of the Khan Empire!

Mercury: Yeah, seeing all those rats crawling around on her might seem like something out of a horror movie, but it's just another part of what makes her the Ultimate Breeder.

Sienna: As the Dark Beast of the South, Ghira Belladonna once said, "There are no gods or kings mighty enough to fell the bonds of brotherhood!"

Sienna: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Mercury: Yeah, I, uh, know she's kinda weird, but she does really well as part of her school breeding club. They say she can tame any animal and even proliferated an endangered species. I've even heard she can speak with animals, but I don't think it's true.

Oscar: It sounds crazy, but... she does have more than a few rats crawling in her robe.

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Coco: ...What do you want?

Oscar: This girl's presence is overwhelming. Even her body seems too overwhelming for me to approach!.

Mercury: Hey, Coco! Got time for a quick introduction?

Coco: ...Introduction?

Mercury: C'mon, Oscar!

Oscar: O-Oh! Right. Um, hello. My name is Oscar Pine.

Coco: ...My name is Coco Adel. ...I'm done. That's it, right? Back off.

Oscar: Even I can tell she's thumbing her nose at me.

Mercury: Well, that's Coco for ya.

Oscar: What do you mean?

Mercury: Even by Ultimate standards, she's pretty special. She's next in line to inherit her family's fortune, which is a multi-billion lien conglomerate. She's already started making big moves in the business world. Simply put, she isn't called the Ultimate Affluent Progeny for nothing.

Oscar: That's... That's like a comic book origin.

Coco: You there. Oscar, wasn't it?

Oscar: Huh?

Coco: Why did the academy choose you? What's your Ultimate talent?

Oscar: Um, well, I... I can't remember...

Coco: You can't remember?

Mercury: The shock of all this must've triggered some kinda amnesia on him.

Coco: How foolish. ...We're done, aren't we? How much longer are you going to stand there?

Coco: Move along! That's the only thing you scrawny ones are any good at.

Mercury: Let's just leave, Oscar.

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Joanna: State your business.

Oscar: Oh, uh, w-well, I just wanted to do an introduction with you.

Joanna: An introduction? Understood. I don't mind.

Oscar: I'm Oscar Pine. It's nice to meet you.

Joanna: I'm Joanna Greenleaf. It is nice to meet you, too.

Mercury: This dignified looking woman is known as the ultimate swordswoman. Yeah, color me shocked, too, when I learned this tall woman could be so skilled with a blade. I've heard even veterans with decades of experience have trouble fighting her!

Oscar: I can kind of see why. The way she's staring at me is really intense.

Joanna: If what the mouse said was true, then we are expected to live on this island together. If this is true, then men and women are expected to treat each other with respect. Don't try anything inappropriate. I'd prefer not to kill anyone.

Oscar: I-Isn't that just a wooden sword?

Joanna: It may seem impossible, but a misaimed blow could prove fatal. Well... aimed blows can also prove fatal as well.

Oscar: (Gulps) I'll remember that.

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Sun: ...

Oscar: Looks like he's playing the arcade. More than that, it looks like he's completely ABSORBED by it!.

Sun: ...

Mercury: Hey, Oscar, haven't you introduced yourself to him yet?

Oscar: R-Right! I'm Oscar Pine. Nice to meet you.

Sun: ...

Oscar: Uh...

Mercury: Yo! Sun!

Sun: ...Huh? Sorry. Musta been real focused on this game or somethin'.

Oscar: Y-Yeah, or somethin'.

Sun: Introductions, huh? Alright. The name's Sun Wukong, and I'm the Ultimate Gamer. And I like all genres. ...Nice to meetcha.

Oscar: I'm Oscar Pine. Nice to meet you, too.

Sun: ...Uh-huh, totally.

Oscar: I don't think we're getting much further than this.

Mercury: Yeah, he's really into his game right now.

Sun: Nah, nah. It's more like I gotta charge up my thoughgs, and it takes time to do that, so I can't really talk unless I'm fully prepared, y'know? Especially with new people. Once I get to know 'em, I can talk a lot better.

Oscar: And yet he hasn't looked at me once. Sure, he's the Ultimate Gamer, but how can anyone game at a time like this?.

Sun: ...Ah! Hah, I'm sleepy...

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Mercury: Let's finish introducing ourselves to those two people over there.

Marrow: That's right. I'm having a really hard time because it's full of poison. Speaking of which, I'd appreciate it if you could use your mouth to suck it out~.

Whitley: Poison... I see...

Oscar: Hey, uh, do you guys have a second?

Marrow: (Sighs) Denied.

Oscar: Denied?.

Whitley: Hello. It is nice to meet you.

Oscar: It's nice to meet you, too. My name is Oscar Pine.

Marrow: Oh, so you're the new kid on the block, huh? The name's Marrow Amin, known on the streets as the Ultimate Cook, but I'd much prefer it if you called me the Ultimate Chef instead. Has much more of a big city flavor, y'know?

Whitley: Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! Forgive me! My name is Whitley Schnee. I am a foreign exchange student from Atlas. Hopefully I do not cause you too much trouble.

Oscar: Uh, same.

Oscar: His skin is like porcelain and his eyes are like sapphires! It's almost like looking at a fragil doll...

Mercury: Enchanted, Oscar? That's to be expected, since you're talking to the real Ultimate Prince, which means he's actual royalty!

Oscar: A real prince? Normally I'd be surprised, but looking at his graceful appearance, it's only natural to come to that conclusion, right?.

Whitley: I understand this may appear rude, but... I do feel happy to have met all of you.

Oscar: Huh?

Whitley: In my home country, I... I did not have a friend to call my own. Those of my age did not share my status in society. So to do something like this with everyone is a new experience for me...

Whitley: I EXTOL YOUR VIRTUES!

Oscar: Oh, uh, th-thanks?

Oscar: What's going on?! Why do I feel this sudden urge to drop to my knee and bow?!.

Marrow: H-Hey, I hope I'm not being left on the menu here.

Oscar: Huh? Oh! No! I-

Mercury: So Marrow, how's the restaurant look? Up to your standards?

Marrow: Hmhmhm... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested. Yeah, it's up to my standards. But I prefer the big city flavor of my hometown, even if this open country air is refreshing. Mhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm...!

Oscar: Hey, aren't you...?

Marrow: Refined? Cultured? Guilty~!

Oscar: N-No. Worried.

Marrow: Worried? Why would I be worried? Honestly, I'm happy!

Oscar: Really? Why's that?

Marrow: Well, if I could get serious for a quick second... I've got a sneaking suspicion that Somewhat character is a real freak, if you get my meaning.

Oscar: ...What?

Marrow: I'd bet good money they're wearing a black thong as we speak! Or should we discuss this somewhere more privately? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

Oscar: ...No.

Marrow: Alright, I'll put that aside for now. This might also be a bit of a shock for you, but I've got it on good intuition that Mister Schnee over there is one to put out, y'know? See, royalty are groomed to lack common sense, right? That makes them easy prey, like how I tried telling him my "loins" were poisoned and could only be cured if I ask him to suck it out.

Oscar: Is that what he was talking about earlier?

Whitley: Hm? What are you two talking about over here?

Marrow: We'll talk about this later.

Mercury: You better not.

Marrow: Still, when I fantasize about things like that, I can't help but look forward to living on this island! When it comes to love ans cooking, passion is the most important ingredient! Mhmhmhmhm~!

Oscar: This guy is dangerous... but not for the reason I first thought.

#rwby #danganronpa #danganronpa v2 #mercury black #oscar pine #may marigold #fiona thyme #roman torchwick #velvet scarlatina #hazel rainart #may zedong #ilia amitola #sienna khan #robyn hill #sun wukong #joanna greenleaf #coco adel #marrow amin #whitley schnee

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 2 months

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To the high-schoolers: Plans for after graduation?

Roy: "... Oh shit. Uhhhhhhh... I don't know..."

Ludwig: "It feels like it's so far away, but really, it's super close..."

Roy: "Well... I feel like I want to stay in the castle... Not to mooch off of Bowser—I'll definitely get a job or something!! I want to stay with my babies until the youngest graduate. I know that for sure. Assuming that Larry CAN graduate, of course." *Chuckles* "... I don't really know what I want in a job, either... Not the slightest clue."

Ludwig: "Peasley and I are definitely going to get married!! And he told me that after his eighteenth birthday, or at least, when he becomes "mature enough," his parents will step down and retire from being the king and queen of the Beanbean Kingdom and let us take over. I've heard it's a charming, peaceful little place, with adoring, lovely people!!"

Roy: "... Wait. I thought Peasley's parents were divorced? Isn't only ONE of them the rightful owner of the throne? How are they both still in charge?"

Ludwig: "If I recall correctly... They never got any paperwork signed. And Queen Bean wants to fulfill her own dreams of being a florist. But if she officially quits, then the throne goes to... Popple. Which... Peasley says she does not like. So... Her and Haru are still technically married, so Haru can "rightfully" run the kingdom."

Roy: "Huh. Well then. How 'bout you, Igs?"

Iggy:

Roy: "... Prolly gonna end up in jail or somethin'-"

Ludwig: "I'm pretty sure he wants to become an engineer based off his current electives."

Spewart: "As much as Aunty probably wants us to stay in the wedding business, all four of us have plans elsewhere... For me... I don't know exactly what I want to do for a living, but I want to still be a fashion designer and do writing on the side. My passions."

Hariet: "I'm going to graduate with all As, make a few pit stops at Harvard, join a business school, earn my degree, join a large scale company, rise the ranks, and become one of the most well-respected woman CEOs in history."

Topper: "I'm still young. I haven't decided yet. But... I dunno. I'll go wherever the path takes me when the time comes. I like to think I'm flexible."

Rango: "Hm... I wanna become a math teacher!"

Topper: "... Aren't you... Like... Complete ass at math?"

Rango: "... I dunno—I just wanna do something working with kids! I LOVE kids!! I want to inspire them and make them feel special and educate them and teach them life lessons!! Many of those kids will end up way smarter than me, and I'd consider that a success!!!"

Topper: "Eh. If you say so."

Peasley: "Well... My parents say I'm supposed to take over the kingdom... I mean. I guess that's fine. There were some other things I wanted to do... But I guess I could find some time to do those! Like a side-project, y'know? Like what my mother does!"

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nature-nerd-sarah · 9 months

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pretty sure the milkshake ducking is because of his series of tiktoks that are about an “annoying kid” which is basically a high schooler doing an impression of an autistic kid

Yeah that's the "I heard someone say he did something that can be interpreted as bad" part. Thing is, I've seen multiple people reference this, but everyone seems to have just heard about it from someone else and so far not a single person has actually shared or even claims to have seen these supposedly ableist videos. Plus, as an actual autist myself, I've seen neurotypicals claim stuff's offensive to me when in fact I don't give a shit or even think it's good or funny. Not saying the videos don't exist, but until I see them for myself I'm not gonna think of the ableism accusations as anything but hearsay.

#inbox #anon #dj crazy times #autism #ableism

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schizochroal · 10 months

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I'm gonna be honest I think I've probably had enough slice of life Yuri manga about two cis girls and their glacially paced fluffy romance for like, the rest of my life. Like half the time there isn't even anything interesting done with the premise, beyond like "this time they are adults but they still act like Yuri high schoolers" , "this time one of the girls is a little bit nerdy, isn't that weird" or "this time one of the girls wears pants when she isn't at school", or "this time one of the girls has a piercing and listens to oooohhh American music from the 90s~~" .

Like I get some people like slow burn, but like a lot of these feel like someone just sprinkled some paprika on some wood and called it a campfire. It's also just, it says nothing to me about the queer I have lived, or the people I know or like really most people I've ever even heard of. Like I don't fantasize about being unsure about myself and getting stuck in a painfully drawn out will they or won't they type situation with another girl, that shit sucks and certainly doesn't feel like something worth romanticizing.

#yuri

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randomshitwhore · 2 years

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E.M-Project Partners (CHP.1)

summary: you and eddies are assigned to be project partners but Eddie has a reputation of not pulling his weight when such projects occur, and you, having dealt with it before with him, have had enough.

wc:1,210

pairing: Eddie x female!reader

warning: IDK this is the first fic I've ever written so; yelling, the reader knowing Eddie has so much potential, overall nothing really that bad but let me know if I need to add anything up here!

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

"Wheeler, Henderson, Just find a sub for him! GO! FIND A SHEEP!"

Your head shoots over your shoulder as you see your biology partner, Eddie Munson, shove two freshmen away from his table and high-five one of his club members. "And that's your partner for the project?" one of your friends asked, causing a sigh to escape your lips. "yep, that's him. Eddie Fucking Munson, can't wait to do this shit by myself"you say, letting your palms hit your head. "Wow, isn't this his third year as a senior?" You nodded your head again not moving your palms from your face. You'd known Eddie at least since sophomore year, his first senior year, guaranteeing you a shock to see him next school year in the exact same classroom you'd met in. Granted, he wasn't too excited about repeating again etheir. Still, you'd tried your hardest to help him pass finals left and right, attempting to peel him away from being a dungeon master for his Dungeons and Dragons club, known as "HellFire", for weeks on end, and to no avail.

"I've tried to help him. I really have, I just can't take it anymore! He doesn't take this shit seriously at all and expects to get credit for me doing all the work? Hell no!" You exclaimed, shooting up from the table. "In fact, I'm gonna show up at his meeting tonight and grab him by the ear and force him to do it with me. In one. whole. night."You say, making a grabbing motion with your hand. "But isn't the project due by next week?" another one of your friends asked, crossing their arms. "Yes, but if we get it all done tonight, it causes less work for me trying to pull him out of that stupid club, and i won’t have to worry about it again after this!"You say, laughing and shooting your arms out.

"That meeting is getting crashed, whether he likes it or not"

***

"You two are telling me, you couldn't even manage a simple task like finding a substitute for Sinclair?!" Eddie’s voice boomed in the old theatre room, almost as loud as the basketball game down the hall as you heard cheering echo on the walls. You inched closer to the theatre room door to eavesdrop on the conversation. “Eddie, seriously we tried! Nobody, and we mean absolutely NOBODY wanted to fill in!” You heard one of the boys say. judging the voice, you assumed it was the Henderson kid, Dustin. “We tried some of our older friends, but they had to work!” you heard the other kid say, noticing the voice as Mike Wheelers. “We even tried the middle school!”Dustin said, a sigh escaping his mouth

“Ok, this is Hellfire Club, not babysitting club,” Eddie said, rising from his chair, and making his way over to Mike and Dustin. "And still, even if you’d gotten a middle schooler to sub, I wouldn’t allow it.” He said, slinging an arm over Dustin’s shoulders. You took the opportunity to sneak into the theatre room, opening the door. You sighed as the door thankfully didn’t squeak, but jumped as it slammed shut, making all in the room aware of your presence. “Y/N? Is that you?”Eddie asked, flashing a smirk your way. Your eyes opened wide just seeing the sight of him standing there, arms crossed with his hair frizzed out due to the heat, HellFire shirt, leather jacket, and jean vest with all different types of band names all over it just looking at you up and down.

“No dumbass, It’s Kirk Hammett,” You said, facepalming at his blindness. “How’s it- Kirk Hammett? You listen to fucking Metallica?!” Eddie said, his jaw going slack. “Ya,” You said, making your way towards him, looking him dead in the eye” You got a problem with that, Munson?”You say, trying to keep a serious face.”Uh, no. No! Just that I figured you were more a Beatles or even Billie Joel kinda chick, ya know?” He said, clearing his throat nervously. You rolled your eyes, annoyed. You reach up to grab his ear like you’d said you’d do and pull him down to your level.

"Possibly, but I know I'm the kinda chick that wants a passing grade on her final!"You say, applying more pressure to Eddie's ear, causing his hand to wrap around your wrist. "Ow. Ow. Owowowowow"Eddie says, the pressure getting more intense the longer you rant to him about not pulling his weight with any group projects, either with you or any other of your fellow classmates. Eddies eyes looked at you with sympathy, he didn't realize how much his graduation meant to you, with it just giving a fresh shot at life again. Moving away from Hawkins and leaving all behind, along with your own graduation of course.

"And I know that you, Edward Munson, don't want to have to do this project, FOR A FOURTH TIME! You ARE NOT going to have me to fall back on next time, so take responsibility and GROW UP."You said, trying to keep your eyes from watering, knowing he has so much potential to get through this year and finally graduate. You couldn't stand to hear or let alone see his beat-up van pull into the parking lot anymore. "Okay, OKAY!"Eddie shouted, ripping your fingers off of his ear and pushing you onto the table, littered with figures and dice. Your eyes pierced into his as his hands laid beside your hips, not touching you but just close enough it sent a shiver down your spine, his face inches away from yours. By this point Mike and Dustin had bolted and took the rest of Hellfire with them, explaining that Eddie was in an argument of sorts, but didn't elaborate much past that.

"Look, Y/N," Eddie said taking his thumb and index finger around your chin, forcing him to look at you. "I'm sorry, I really am. Seeing as my minions have run off I'm all yours for tonight, okay?"He asked, noticing your breathing had slowed since he started talking. "You were going to leave with me whether you liked it or not"You mumbled looking down at his combat boots, one tapping the front of the other.

As you looked up at him, you watched his infamous smirk start to spread across his face, trying to contain a laugh from coming out. "Is that so?" He asked, letting a little laugh out as he asked which caused you to release one as well. "Would've dragged you out by your belt chain if I had to"You said pushing some hair out of your face, fully looking him in the eye. "Well goddamn Y/L/N, I'm not an animal!"He said, throwing his head back and laughing. "You act like one though, am I wrong?"You laughed, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

"Don't we have a project we should be working on?"Eddie asked, still laughing a little but able to form sentences instead of gibberish this time he asked. You, still giggling, nodded your head and slid off the table, and turned to face his body. "Your place or mine?"

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amanitaoneday · 1 year

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One day I reminisced about the past

S A T U R N

"I don't get you alright?" She walked away from me, clearly frustrated. I should care more but I couldn’t. "I know you're a good person and I know you mean well but I can't keep waiting for you to come back late at night. What are you even doing when you're gone?" I couldn't answer. I felt like this had happened before.

'What are you even doing?'

"I'm sorry. I just need to get air sometimes."

'You always come back smelling like a bar.'

"Saturn I've given you the benefit of the doubt and trusted you but you can't keep leaving me." She stood there crying. I wanted to comfort her but it felt like my feet were glued to the floor.

'Why are you getting mad at me? I asked you a simple question!'

"I'm sorry." She sighed.

'Then just leave me alone if you wanna be like that!'

"So am I."

His words echoed in my head as if these moments were similar but I didn’t want them to be.

"Mr? Mr!" I groaned.

"Mia leave him alone." That voice.

"Why’s he sleeping on your bed? Is he your-"

"Miss Mia thank you for reminding me to walk you to the bus!" I smiled.

I heard feet shuffle then a door open and close. I slowly sat up and looked out the window.

"It's snowing?" Will he be okay? He doesn’t even like the snow.

I sat on the couch and grabbed my computer dragging it to my lap already feeling unwilling to work. I stared at the empty page trying to think but honestly my brain is empty.

"You're still here? I'm shocked honestly." I sighed. I felt something weigh my shoulder down slightly. “What are you doing?" I turned slightly and saw him lift his head up. “Are you writing again?”

"I don't write." He smirked. “I’m serious." He patted my shoulder then walked away.

"You don’t need to hide it from me." I heard him say under his breath. "Don’t be an ass." I put my laptop to the side and turned back to see him flipping me off.

He rounded the couch and sat next to me. "Why don't you take a nap?" He yawned. "It'll help you be nicer." He closed his eyes.

"Don't you have a painting due today?" He opened his eyes. He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Shit yeah I'm surprised Tessa’s not blowing up my phone." He got up quickly and walked to the door.

"Coat!" He’s so forgetful.

He stammered, "I-i know I was just grabbing my keys!" He wasn't. He made an annoyed face towards me before grabbing his coat. "Don't bother me and go back to whatever you were doing." Then he walked out.

Sometimes I like to write in this blog where other people vent and share things they were thinking about that day. I used to write in high school but I don’t write as much lately since-

I sighed and rubbed my face in frustration.

'Have you ever felt useless like a paper crane-'

‘Stupid.’ I repeatedly pressed the backspace.

'Growing up always felt like an ocean. Empty but full of things that are unknown even to us-'

It’s definitely been a few years since I've written all deep and poetic. That’s how it was in high school at least.

I groaned and pushed my laptop to the side again. It’s no point I haven't written in years and all my ideas are something a middle schooler would write. Taking a nap might help?

"It's nice to finally meet you! Saturn was it?" This lady seemed cheerful.

"Yes it's great to meet you-"

"Lily! I'm Sock's mother. It's nice to finally meet one of his friends. I was starting to believe he made you up." She wore a big smile. She seemed super nice and outgoing, very different from Sock. Almost makes me wonder how she’s his mother.

"Mom who was at the door?" This girl peeked her head out of the corner.

"Your brother's friend. Laurie, can you show him to Sock?" She furrowed her brows like she was mad to see me then walked away.

It seemed like she didn't want me here.

"Sorry about her, she doesn't like people. Socks' room is upstairs down the hall on the right." I nodded and noted to myself to follow the instructions so I wouldn’t get lost. Their house was bigger than mine.

"Thank you." I walked by her and up the stairs. I stood at the top looking around.

It was dark and empty.

Do they always keep their house this dark? My sister always leaves the lights on so this is kind of scary compared to the constant light I see. I sighed and made it to the room Lily told me. I opened the door but no one was in there. I turned to the side hearing voices in the door next to his.

"-don't! Just leave!" Out came Sock then the door slammed shut. When he turned and made eye contact with me his eyes widened and he gave a shy smile.

"Let's go to my room! I have to-" he started coughing. "I have to show you my dinosaurs!" He continued saying. He started talking really fast like he wanted to change the conversation.

"Are you sick?" He turned and furrowed his brows.

"No I don't think so." Maybe he's never gotten sick before?

His cheeks were flushed and he would cough slightly every once in a while. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his room.

"Come come! This is my desk! And my rug! And my dino-" He started coughing. I was concerned but he said he wasn't sick.

I'm not sure he knows what it means. Surely he's gotten sick before. How could he have gone this long without getting sick?

I pulled him to his bed and told him to lay down and that I'd take care of him.

"You don't feel good right?" He shrugged. I sighed then got in the bed and snuggled under the covers with him. "Don't move or it'll make it worse. My dad says nothing good comes with getting sick. I'm not sure what that technically means but I assume it's not great." He turned and smiled. That's when I noticed he had a bandaid on his cheek.

"I don't get what it means either but if you think it's bad then I think it's bad too." He said with so much confidence.

"What happened to your cheek?" He furrowed his brows then widened his eyes.

"My cat scratched me!" He said all worried. "He’s big and scary but he's very nice." But he told me he doesn't like cats. I don't think he even has a cat. "You're making a weird face." I gave him a soft smile.

"Next time it scratches you then tell me and I'll protect you." I wanted to protect him. I don't believe he got scratched by a cat but if he's telling me it was a cat then I'll believe him for now.

"Hehe big brave Saturn coming to m-" He started dozing off. "Hero-" He fell asleep.

I looked around and just noticed how dark the room was too. The curtains were closed except for the little bit of sun shining through.

"-ket? Hello?" I quickly opened my eyes. "I asked if you needed a blanket. You looked cold sitting here, your eyebrows looking angry with your crossed arms." I was greeted with grey eyes staring back at me.

"What? No, I'm not cold." I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Did you finish your painting?" He groaned then sat down next to me slumped in the seat.

"I got halfway through then Tessa just had to call me and tell me to hurry up and now I don't wanna finish it." He hates being told what to do.

I could tell he was reluctant to talk to me about me being gone and why I left. I could tell by his mannerisms and how he made small talk with me. It's like he's here but in his mind he's distancing himself from me.

He used to never do this but I guess this is what I get for being gone for two years.

"How was your nap?” I made eye contact with him but he looked away quickly. “It's been a couple hours." He rested his chin on his knees and started messing with the bandages on his arm.

It's not like I couldn't tell he was sad with me. I've known him for years obviously it's natural I would know something was wrong. He probably thinks I’m going to leave again; maybe that's why he's been on edge around me? He never fully looks at me just like if I was a ghost that maybe if he ignored my gaze I would go away

"Tiring." I looked away and started messing with my fingers. Maybe whatever I was thinking was useless like all the other thoughts. I might just give up on writing after all.

"You're making a weird face." I turned and saw his grey eyes staring back at me.

"No sorry I was just thinking." He squinted at me before turning away. He hunched over his knees again.

"You don’t need to tell me everything, I don’t expect you to.” He turned to the side where I couldn’t see him. “I know things have been awkward but I know no matter how hard I hope for us to go back to the way we were before you left I just can’t.” He spoke softly as if he was hoping I wouldn’t hear him but how could I not? "I should get back to my painting.” He groaned and changed the subject. “I don't wanna do this." And now he's complaining.

I decided to not say anything about it.

"You had two weeks to finish one painting. You're just now doing the painting." He flopped on the couch being dramatic.

Maybe he really didn’t want me to hear and if I said something he would push himself further away and I don’t think I could handle that right now.

"Fine, I'll finish it. This is the last you'll hear of me. I'm done talking." After that he didn't say anything. He grabbed his coat and walked out leaving me alone with my thoughts.

"They want you to write for their old blog?” She smiled at me. “I remember reading your stuff in high school! I really loved the very detailed piece you wrote when you were-" I shook my head.

"Don’t say what I think it is." She rolled her eyes and smiled. “I haven’t written in years. It was just a hobby back then and I’ve been busy lately with modeling and-.” She sighed. I could tell she really wanted me to do this. I know it wouldn’t turn out well but I knew she thought differently.

"The parties?” I looked away not wanting to admit that. “Your pieces when you were in high school were beautiful.” She was still hopeful. “Look it doesn't matter what you write as long as it's good and from your heart. They remember you, that has to count for something?” I rolled my eyes at my manager. “Even if it was just a hobby it was something people looked forward to. It’s up to you to write for their blog but I know it would turn out great."

I have a hard time believing people would actually like my writing. Part of me thinks they don’t actually want a piece from me and they’re just doing this because they haven’t heard of me in forever. Maybe I should just push it to the side and focus on writing?

I sighed then grabbed my laptop yet again today.

"I said not to open them!" He hid under the blanket.

"Boys, what is going on?" I turned and saw Lily.

"Curtains! Saturn opened the curtains!"

"Well Sock is a crybaby." He came out from under the blanket and gave me an angry look.

"Well you're a jerk!"

"Okay stop calling each other names! Saturn we're going to close the curtains. Sock you're going to apologize for yelling." After that we reluctantly made up and laid in his dark room. He kept his back turned on me.

"Why don't you wanna see the snow?" He didn't say anything. "You can trust me, you know? I thought I was your friend?" He turned around and looked at me as if he was about to cry.

"You are my friend." He hugged my arm. "I'll tell you but it's silly so don't laugh!" I nodded.

I wouldn't make fun of my friends.

'When it snowed you could see the smiling children, the cold and tired ones, and the playful ones but they never tell you about the sad ones.'

"You don't wanna play outside? A lot of kids our age would kill to play outside." I peeked outside to see kids throwing snowballs at each other.

"I don't like the snow. I get sick easily, remember?" But that wasn't the reason why.

'The ones that lock themselves away when they see a glimpse of the white freckles outside, the ones that hide in fear. Maybe returning memories that were once forgotten or ones that were never forgotten to begin with.'

"One day I'll make you go out and play in the snow with me." He looked up from his food with this look in his eye.

"That'll be the day I forget." I furrowed my brows. "And when I'm happy again."

"I thought you were always happy. We're you lying to me?" His cheeks flushed red. He put his head down and continued to eat.

"I am when I'm with you so maybe if I went out with you it wouldn't be so bad."

'The ones that locked themselves away wouldn't forget though, that feeling of fear and sadness whenever they saw the first drop of snow.'

"Peeking through the curtains isn't going to make it stop snowing just cause you wished it would." He turned to look at me with wide eyes.

"N-no I was just double checking." He walked away from the window and came back to the bed. He sniffled and coughed lightly.

"You're already getting sick?" He turned away from me.

"I don't wanna get you sick." He always gets me sick.

'They would be the hopeful ones but just hoping it would end.'

I walked in his room to see him lying in bed staring at the blank wall.

"Bad day?" He moved just his eyes up to see me then looked back at the wall. "Wanna cuddle?" He nodded slightly. He turned and moved towards the wall making room for me to get in.

"Was it 'the cat'?" He didn't say anything but I knew he knew what I was talking about. His silence always spoke louder than any words he's said. His silence was scary sometimes. If he wasn’t yelling at me then I knew something was wrong. It scared me.

He gripped my arm. He brought it closer to himself. All I heard were the soft hums from the heater and his sobs he tried to silence.

"It's okay. You can let it out." He turned to face me and hugged me so tight I thought I’d stop breathing. I didn’t mind though if it meant I was with him.

'It would eventually end but never when they wanted. The sad never win. There will always be the stories about the happy kids but never the sad ones.’

"Tessa didn't call and I finished the painting on time so she should be pretty happy with m-" I closed the laptop and turned to face him.

"You look nice." He furrowed his brows. His cheeks flushed red and he turned away from me.

"You're weird." He quickly went to the kitchen to avoid me.

“What are you looking for?” He sighed and took his shoes off. He slowly made his way towards me and sat next to me.

We sat in silence like we had done so many times. At this point it was getting frustrating.

I don’t know why he is the way he is or why our brains are hard to understand. I want to know him better even though I’ve had so much time to get to know him already. I wish things were different.

“You look nice too.” He nudged me. “Jerk.” Any doubts I had were gone and I felt like part of me was okay with him like when we were kids.

“I want to tell you things and I want to go back the way we were but-” He stared at me like I said something wrong. “-but I know-”

"No.” He got up and started walking to his room. “Now isn’t a good time to talk.” Then he left me by myself again.

Suddenly my doubts returned and I remembered we were not kids anymore and he's still mad at me.

“It never is.”

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mycatsaidwhat · 2 years

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things i’ve heard english majors say pt. 16

-I need to print out my plot outlines single-sided because flipping them is driving me nuts, why can’t I shut the fuck up and write anything less than 42 chapters plus a 9 character pov epilogue

-I don’t think I could ever be drunk enough to write a YA novel

-I can’t ghost him, a character based on him is half of the story that I’m writing

-me having to check if I’ve already used to word “immortally” in every nonfiction essay I’ve ever written

-“it’s living too much outside the poem” just say its too vague or too ambiguous, you slut

-mmm, the “always” kind of love. Tasty.

-his father used to hit him and his favorite authors are all 19th century Russian men–of course he’s not a virgin

-nothing like bad movies that make me want to write

-my face would look a lot more panicked if I was doing math right now

-discussing serif typeface until i start internally bleeding

-oh she said enjambment, she said utilizing white space

-oh it ends with a period. That's a choice.

-nothing more confusing than walking onto the bus on Thirsty Thursday while listening to the Downton Abbey theme

-if anyone in the communications building sees me half bent over, clutching my head with both hands and slightly shaking, no you didn’t and this is actually pretty normal behavior

-it was “best friend’s younger brother” but now it’s “my best friend’s younger bitchass playboy cousin who left me on delivered for 8 days and who I met exactly once and now I’m living near him because we hate the country we come from.” It’s called diversity.

-I’m writing my poli sci essay

Sick, I’m writing the epilogue for book 3 when I haven’t finished book 1 or properly plotted book 2

-literally no inconvenience is too small for me to lose my mind over

-I don’t want to change the world, that sounds like a lot of work. But if I write something that inspires someone with a lot more initiative to change the world for me, that would be real great

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onthenightwatch · 5 months

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[Video recording start.]

[Via: Freddys-outdoor-1.]

[Instantly, a red car can be seen in the parking lot speeding around. Specifically doing multiple donuts, the driver seemingly thinking no one is there.]

[The door to the restaurant slams open, and a very tense looking man with the hood of his hoodie up walks out, he stops a few feet away from the cars range, and takes his hood down. Revealing himself to be Edgar, messy brown hair is all that can be seen of him, but it is apparent he is upset.]

Edgar: HEY!

[The car continues going, the driver unable to hear Edgar over the car engine.]

[Edgar brings his hands up to his face, likely to help project his voice. He tries again.]

E: [Extremely loud.] HEY! QUIT IT!

[The car comes to a screeching halt.]

E: The hell do you think you’re doing?

[Both windows roll down as a very visibly underaged person sticks their head out of the driver's side window, curly brown hair visible with a Rose in one side.].

?: Ohhhhhhhh fuck-

E: Seriously?

?: I… Did not know there are people here.

E: Right. Sure. I totally believe that.

?: Seriously! I've legitimately never been to this place. Ask me any question a customer would know?

E: I… can’t think of any. Get out of the car, man.

?: Fine, just… Don't call my dad.

[The person steps out of the red car, brown hair covering the right side of their face. A green eye stares at Edgar.]

E: Jesus– how old are you? Are you even able to drive?

?: Legally no I don't have my license, I'm still in high-school… [Mumbling.] Just failed the test to get the damn thing.

E: What grade?

?: I don't bloody remember! I'm failing anyway.

E: Why did you decide to do donuts in the Freddy’s parking lot? You scared the fuck out of me.

?: First, I sincerely apologize for that. Second, nobody fucking told me it was open! I only heard that a pizzeria run by fazbear entertainment closed. Never got the name.

E: Jesus Christ…

?: So uh… Who are you?

E: I’m Edgar, the night guard for Freddy’s.

?: Oh… That sounds… Interesting.

E: You’ve got that right.

?: So um… Yeah sorry about scaring you.

E: Ugh, it’s… fine. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been scared half to death by a high schooler.

?: That isn't fucking good! Do you need help?

E: No! I’m fine! It’s nothing you need to worry about, er… name?

?: Um Ruby… Names Ruby.

[The woman now identified as Ruby holds out a hand.]

[Edgar stands still for a second, then holds out his, completing the gesture. He shakes Ruby’s hand firmly, then puts his hand back in his pocket.]

R: So let me guess. Harley?

E: How the fuck did you…?

R: I'm a psychic!

[Ruby smiles at Edgar before bursting out in laughter.]

R: Na, I just have really good luck with guessing… Also Harley's the type of jackass to bully a pizzeria worker.

E: Less of bullying, more so… er… attacking.

R: Fucking hell that again? Had to ban his dumbass from my parties because he attacked someone.

E: Oh, so he like, regularly tries to drown people? Neat.

R: WHAT?

[Ruby stares at Edgar in pure shock.]

E: Okay, taking that as a ‘no, he doesn’t do that. What the fuck.’

R: I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO???

E: Fun to know that I’m the only one he’s done that to. Forget I said anything.

R: Jesus fucking Christ… I'm sorry that happened.

E: Meh, could’ve been worse, I’ll survive.

R: You do know traumatized people say that all the time… Right?

[Edgar pauses for a few seconds, before turning around.]

E: Well, um. Have a good night. I’m going back inside, haha.

R: Hiding emotions only makes things worse! I speak from experience!

E: Yep, got it! Thanks!

[Edgar takes a few steps forward, and walks directly into the door.]

R: Bloody hell, you know I don't intend on leaving until you talk. Dunno why… But I'm gonna help.

E: [Muttered.] I thought I propped that open… [To Ruby.] Sorry to burst your bubble, kid, but I’m not going to talk. I have a job to do.

R: Then I'm not leaving. Don't like seeing people bury emotions… Rips you apart from the inside out.

E: Suit yourself. But I’m not sayin’ shit.

[Ruby throws her jacket on the roof of the car and moves to sit on the ground.]

R: You don't have to keep stuff hidden! At least tell a friend.

E: Mhm, right. Got it.

[A rattling noise, as Edgar attempts to open the door to the restaurant.]

E: ... Fuck.

[He turns back around.]

E: D’you have a hair pin?

R: Talk and yes.

E: Oh, you motherfucker.

R: I'm not going to judge you for feeling stuff. Talk.

E: Why the fuck do you care? You seem to care more about this than I do!

R: I have no fucking idea! Seems like I've met you before though… Meh, probably nothing, also! You seemingly need the help.

E: Man, I literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about what happened. So what some fucking bully drugged me and threw me in a river? It literally doesn’t matter!

R: YES IT DOES! DUDE YOU COULD HAVE DIED! IT MATTERS A HELL OF A LOT! Besides now I'm only going to worry about you because you're hiding shit.

E: You are making a huge deal out of something that’s already in the past. It doesn’t matter anymore!

R: YES IT DOES! IT'S CALLED TRAUMA STUBBORN ASS! One minute you're telling everyone your ok the next you almost die in a fucking bar somewhere!

E: I’m fine! You don’t have to–

[Edgar gets cut off by a violent fit of coughs, the intensity of it forces him to lean against the wall of the restaurant. It lasts for about 12 seconds before he is able to speak again.]

E: Fuckin’ hell…

R: Wanna try that again? You just coughed for twelve fucking seconds dude. You might not care about yourself but I do, you seem like a nice guy who doesn't deserve to keep everything hidden.

E: You’ve known me for a maximum of 20 minutes.

R: And in that time I have figured out that you bury your emotions really deep down, you act like you don't care when in reality it probably affects you a lot. AND! You have a really bad cough.

[Ruby can be seen visibly shaking from the cold, refusing to move to grab her jacket.]

E: I know better than to pour my heart out to a teenager. You have other shit to worry about.

R: Not really. Human life is more important to me than algebra, also not like you have a choice. I'll admit I am fucking freezing, but if being stubborn gets you to open up than so be it.

E: You’d rather get frostbite than leave me alone? Seriously?

R: When you get a phone call your dad almost drank himself to death on your fourteenth birthday, but didn't tell anyone he was hurting mentally. Yep!

E: [Muttered.] Can’t say I haven’t done that before. [Regular volume.] Jesus Christ, Ruby.

R: Yeah… So, your choice I guess.

E: God! Fine! You fucking win, jackass!

R: If being a jackass gets you to open up then I'll take that with pride.

E: Waking up in the water was fucking scary, is that what you wanted to hear? That I accidentally inhaled a shit ton of water and barely made it out? That I thought I was going to die without saying a proper fucking goodbye? Because if so, there it is! Can I have a fucking hair pin now?

R: Dude… You need to talk about things like that, why keep it hidden? Don't you have friends who would want to know that?

E: They have their own shit to deal with, I don’t want to make it worse by piling more stuff onto them.

R: Real friends would listen to your issues. Which tells me you haven't even tried.

E: Ruby, you need to understand that Harley is still a problem for all of us, we don’t have time to talk about this because it’s probably going to happen again, and we need to prepare for that. Instead of dawdling talking about shit that’s already happened.

R: And what happens when that past stuff lets Harley do more shit? Use your emotions against you?

E: If he tries that, then I’ll kick him in the crotch. Can’t manipulate anyone if you can’t get a damn word in.

R: Text. You ever heard of Tumblr?

E: … fair. It’s pretty easy to do shit on there.

[Ruby stands up and takes a hairpin and a piece of paper out of her pocket.]

R: If you aren't going to listen then I can't keep trying, when hiding everything bites you in the ass because you refuse to tell anyone. Contact me please?

[Edgar takes the hairpin and paper, putting the latter in his pocket.]

E: Fine.

R: Good night Edgar, remember you don't have to keep shit hidden.

E: Good night, Ruby. I’ll take that into consideration.

[Ruby steps back into her car, after a few seconds driving away with decent precision.]

E: [Muttered.] God damn teenagers.

[Edgar picks the lock on the front door, and re-enters the restaurant.]

[Video end.]

#ask blog #asks open #fnaf ask blog #fnaf au #cw alchohol mention

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stackslip · 1 year

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yeah dude i remember the only other trans guy i knew back in high-school was extremely cruel to me based on stupid lgbt internet discourse like that. these kids dont keep it online, theyre literally just conditioning themselves to turn on other lgbt people, even in contexts where they need solidarity. bleak.

oof yeah, i've heard these stories from younger friends too, both current high schoolers and people who've left school. there's a lot more queer and trans people who are openly out there, but whose online discourse and wanting to belong leads to this kind of shit. there are lots of adults involved too but these younger people are more vulnerable to that rhetoric, and the way school functions means that any queer/trans student who ends up shunned and bullied even by other queer people has very little recourse or help. and as you say lots of them get conditioned into that shit, especially as the rhetoric surrounding queer and trans people gets much worse and many seek to protect themselves instead, or feel powerless about these and thus seek power and a sense of "doing something right" in other ways. i think for these kids there's ways we could help and improve things (how school functions at all for one thing, intragenerational spaces and friendship, actual mediation) but it also means their victims have to be protected, especially since teens often have very little recourse or agency.

the adults should get a chance to sit down and talk but i genuinely believe that if they don't change their mind/act better and they are not in a dire position where cutting them out doesn't mean genuine danger to them, then yes they are a danger and make everyone unsafe. i'm all for redemption and rehabilitation, i genuinely am, and if they do actually get their head out of their ass then good for them. but as they are we should treat them the same as terfs or swerfs, because they're two steps away from joining up with them and conservatives. again if they meet a bi lesbian or anyone identifying in a way they dislike irl, and are active in organizing, then there is no way that they wouldn't try to harm that person or betray the group in the name of Protecting Lesbianism TM.

i'm sorry about your experience. i hope you've healed and found better spaces. take care

#eli talks #pol

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chelzone · 7 months

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played through Snoot Game (that 4chan-made parody of Goodbye Volcano High) and spent 5 hours going through my first run to get the best ending. here's some thoughts on it

from the getgo, it is not as turbo evil or turbo edgy as folks make it out to be. there's some shit here and there that i see and go "yeah that sucks but of course a high school cast would say that shit, i remember hearing stuff on that level AND worse back in my own high school years"

story is fucking stellar and the writing matches it nicely. feels like im actually seeing high schoolers written genuinely instead of coming across as alien

art is a mix-up at times. the characters themselves look great throughout, though im a bit bummed out sometimes the backgrounds go from nicely drawn to just real life photos put through a filter. feel like it would've been better if they EITHER spent time drawing every background OR went all in on the filtered photos instead

despite what ive heard and seen, the protagonist Anon just really feels like a hyper-insecure and painfully autistic (i am autistic) kid going through the motions. throwing in the angle of him coming from a poor background and feeling judged immensely cause of it really hit hard

the game definitely has some racist elements, i'm not making an excuse for that at all LMAO. it sucks, what else do you want me to say other than "no i dont condone that are you fucking stupid"

the fourth ending seems like it makes the most sense for everyone in the cast to grow and develop. i've looked up stuff for the other endings and they all feel like drastic bad times caused by the player purposefully wanting the cast to fail. considering how much heart is put into the fourth / best one, yeah it makes sense that you should want the best for everyone and help them grow into being better folks

anyway there's just some thoughts i can rattle off my head. i know it's not for everyone and i dont blame you if you still hate it. i genuinely had a great time playing it last night and im hoping to take some pointers from it someday when i put out my own VNs.

u also gotta remember im a gal who grew up on 4chan shit as a kid, encyclopedia dramatica, and what have you. seen a bunch of awful shit my whole life and still do, but i know how to handle that shit responsibly and still work to be a good person. i like feel good wholesome content, i like edgy shit, and i like normie shit inbetween. gotta see all lenses of life and see what you can learn from the good, the bad, and the ugly

none of us are perfect, but just like that funny Anon we've all got the potential to grow and better ourselves in an uncertain world

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these-are-the-first-steps · 1 year

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Here’s a random reylo ask for ya- did you ever have any theories/HCs early on in shipping reylo (cuz I believe you’ve said you were shipping since TFA) which you didn’t end up being into as much, or at all anymore as TST progressed?

Hello! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this.

Story Time

So I saw TFA the second day it came out. I left rather bewildered- one, because a new actor I'd never seen before in my life (adam driver) gave such an unorthodox performance I couldn't stop thinking "The fuck does this guy think he's doing???" namely the interrogation scene where I don't think any other actor would have, nor could have, played it the way he did. I'm still shocked by the choices he made with his line delivery in that scene but in the best way possible. It's hard to explain. Anyway, that's one. Two also goes back to that scene. In middle school, back with Tokyo Pop was big, they held their very first manga contest for us regular american people to try our hand at Japanese style manga. Well, I felt like I could write, and my good friend at the time (she still is- we keep in touch!) could draw like a crazy person. So we decided to try for it. The only problem was, being middle schoolers, motivation and scheduling wasn't our forte. I did manage to write a short script excerpt of a story that had been brewing in my head for awhile at the time, and while I think I did eventually hand it over to her (I was suffering from perfectionism), the art never happened. We tried again in high school but then high school angst got in the way and it still didn't happen. Regardless, I still now had the only real concrete piece of writing for this story I had been sitting on for a couple years now.

Eventually....well, time moved on.

Cue "Star Wars: The Force Awakens", a sequel film I was INCREDIBLY skeptical about. I'd been watching star wars my entire life. My dad took me as a little kid to the big deal re-screenings of the original trilogy they did nationwide before the prequels came out. I had a lot of Opinions on this movie series. I had just moved to NYC and was out for a walk when I passed by Bloomingdales and saw, a bit to my shock, that their store windows were full of (allegedly) screen-used costumes and props from the upcoming TFA movie. I crept closer, had a look. Han Solo was the only thing I recognized. The rest? Unfamiliar. Alien. I had seen zero promotional images for this movie before encountering these windows and had only heard some things. I made guesses as to what everything was, before rounding the corner and being confronted with an irrationally tall costume. "Oh, is this the darth vader rip-off? lmao" (the only thing I had concretely heard about). "This guy had to be on stilts surely??" Kylo Ren. Funny at first, but the longer I stared at it, I shit you not, the more unsettled I got. I actually got *scared* staring at this costume. I took one very poor, very shaky picture, and basically ran away. (I regret not taking a better photo but oh well). I run into an article the next day at work about the movie and it happens to have the trailer and I decide, sure, ok, I'll give it a watch. Those windows were interesting at least. I basically had my tickets bought by the end of the day. So here we are, back to the theatre, sitting here as this audacious actor delivers the most ballsy performance I've seen the whole film as he interrogates the heroine, and I listen to what he's saying, and then, it hits me.

This. Is my story. These are my lines. I wrote this exact same exchange in middle school.

What the fuck??

This meant a lot of things to me. This meant that I knew where this story was going, and where it was going I liked very much. I went back to see the movie again a second time about a week or two later. I had to be sure-- I wasn't just imposing what was already inside my brain all these years onto a totally different story on the screen, was I? I watched, and waited. And sure enough....no, no it had to be it. These two? I know exactly how this is going to go down.

A few months later I visited back home and even managed to dig through a box and find my old script. I read through it, sort of shaking a little. My heroine- Light- had also been captured- by the Dark- and the song and dance were the same- Where am I? Does it matter? I can see everything. I'm not giving you anything. A summary, and as some years have passed again I have lost the print out in a box again, but some of the dialogue was ver batum.

I knew exactly where this new star wars story was going because I already wrote the damn thing in middle school, word for word, and if you thought for one second I wasn't going to tune in and defend this arc, that I never managed to get published myself at 13, with swords and shields and knives for my own personal middle school catharsis then you were dead wrong, my friend.

This may have seemed like a very round-about way of answering this question, but I wanted to give context, substance, because all of this ^^^^^ up here? It defines, explicitly, why I'm even here to begin with, and why I fought so hard from day one. There was nothing to abandon, or question, or shed. Because I already knew this story by heart. I had already written it!! And I still think ants and DLF and JJ Abrams and Terrio and the rest of those bastards can pry it from my cold dead hands, because truly they butchered my baby and while I may live with that, I'll never forget it.

Thank you for the ask, friend.

#reylo #reylo stories

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what's the first song you remember hearing? what's a song you're enjoying recently? what's a song you strongly associate with a past chapter in life?

unfortunately, my memory gets VERY spotty the farther back i go. i do know that in preschool, we sang a little prayer to the tune of Frere Jacques before snack time, which went "god we thank you, god we thank you, for our food! for our food! we are glad to be here, we are glad to be here, thank you god, thank you god."

but i remember this mostly because, uh. my mom's parents were very catholic. and my mom raised us unitarian universalist. and being (like myself) a somewhat conflict-avoiding person, she never quite got around to explaining to her mother and father that unitarians are not necessarily christian, and that none of us, in fact, believed in god.

i grew up close with my parents, and as such, when i was a young child, the notion of keeping a big part of yourself hidden from the adults in your life was unthinkable (i hadn't even begun to work through my various queer identities, lol) so it STRESSED ME OUT TREMENDOUSLY that my maternal grandparents assumed we were protestant (not ideal! but still something they could wrap their heads around!) and not the filthy filthy unbelievers we were. like, had they known the truth, it would've been A Whole Problem. as it got a little older, the source of the stress became, "i am not very good at lies. what if i fuck this up for all of us???"

so one day when i was about twelve, it happened. my maternal grandfather looked me straight in the eyes and asked me to lead the suppertime prayer. shit. i had heard him deliver his standard catholic "in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit" routine more times than i could count, but what if i got it wrong? what if my memory failed me and i made some sort of crucial flub in the recitation of the prayer, and my grandparents somehow leapt from that to the (admittedly far-fetched but, y'know, technically correct) conclusion that my family's whole so-called relationship with god was a farce???

so instead i went the safe route. i delivered the one, the only prayer i was certain i could execute with no embarrassing slip-ups. at the age of twelve, fully in junior high, i took a deep breath and i sang my entire preschool prayer song, to the tune of Frere Jacques.

thankfully, my grandfather was also a sexist of the dismissive/patronizing type, so he just thought it was cute.

WHEW. second question!

i've been on a huge The Beths kick lately, no song moreso than River Run: Lvl 1. it hits my brain in exactly the right spots.

for a past chapter in my life, i'm gonna go with the angsty, anachronistically Reagan-hating middle schooler i was and say Jackson Browne's Lives in the Balance. (i still hate reagan, but you get me.)

#AMA

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strawberryblondebutch · 2 years

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Holy shit yeah, I was at riot fest too and it was so crazy that you could actually visually tell that this was a lot of people's first festival and they were all really so young that it worried me quite a bit. I have to say that Gerard really tried his best to try to go above and beyond what he could do to keep the crowd safe though. But I can't help but shake the worry that I feel for some of the younger crowds.

Besides the worry, I do have to say I encountered quite a lot of kids who were TOTAL dicks, this was inevitable but also made me question why the fuck they would decide to go to a fucking festival that celebrates a COLLECTION of bands and bash on bands that aren't MCR, like buddy if you wanted to only see them they're literally touring right now, no need to glare at me for fucking shouting out Passing Through a Screen Door, it's a song to be belted and I won't have a high schooler who just got their license a week ago glare at me.

I was far enough back during MCR's set that I didn't see a lot of the craziness until after the fact, I just heard Gerard trying to settle down the crowd, and over the course of the weekend I started getting more frustrated with people who were clearly there just to see MCR and hadn't prepared for the realities of an outdoor music festival.

I was with my parents (like a total dork, but let's be honest: they were in the Philly hardcore scene before I was born, and they still go hard as fuck), and it was pretty easy to pick out the first-timers. The shoes were the deadest giveaway: some people were already stumbling in their big leather boots by noon, when we got there on Friday. Wear what you want, but it's outdoors. In a park. For eight or more hours. I switched between my old Adidas and Vans with the insoles, because the first lesson of hardcore is to wear what's comfortable, not what's trendy.

I've been bitching for a while about kids not knowing concert etiquette. My frustrations actually came to a head in April when I saw grandson at Union Transfer. I tried to stand in the middle back area, away from where the circle pit would form, but I kept getting crowdkilled by kids in braces, and halfway through the show I had to go and hang out by the bar with the other olds. I get that everyone has to start somewhere and that concert etiquette is learned, but holy shit, please learn sooner. I'm more patient with kids than I am adults (sorry not sorry to the guy I laid the fuck out at a La Dispute show a couple years ago), but my patience is wearing thin. Everyone just needs to learn the same couple rules: 1. Every human being has a designated minimum amount of space they take up. 2. You cannot spontaneously generate more space by pushing. 3. If someone falls down, pick them the fuck back up again. (4. Don't throw full beer cans, cough cough Touche Amore fans)

From where I was at the Wonder Years set (at the rail, to house right/stage left) I had a good time, but that was not the case for Taking Back Sunday or Alkaline Trio. I was already annoyed with the people who acted like my existence at TBS was interfering with their lives when they didn't know any songs (also, who the fuck doesn't know Cute Without the 'E'?!?), and it really didn't help when I went online afterwards and saw 1) a picture of a kid fully reading a book during TBS's set and 2) multiple people referring to Alkaline Trio as "some other band that played before MCR".

I don't want to bash MCR. They're great. I went to their set. But you know who else is great? Sincere Engineer, Hot Mulligan, The Wonder Years, Mothica, The Get Up Kids, the Menzingers, Bad Religion. Fucking Sunny Day Real Estate was there! I've been waiting just as long for Sunny Day to get back together as I have MCR!! At the end of the day, I can't tell if I wanted the kids who camped out at the Riot Stage to actually get out and explore the festival, or if I was happy that they weren't at Radicals grumbling about all my favorite bands.

This rant got long, but I've seen way too many people throwing out the baby (a crowd crush confined to one band) with the bathwater (a fucking awesome festival with so many cool bands).

Side note: Passing Through a Screen Door was when I lost my voice for the day. "I don't want my children growing up to be anything like me," specifically.

#answered #riot fest #i might bring the legions of hell upon me for adding this tag but i have thoughts #anyway i had a great time seeing my favorite band

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