#There's no Time Gear issues involved......how will this play out...

[shima-draws]

Hm wait she's hitting different this time around,

(I started playing PMD Explorers of the Spirit 😳)

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[worth-the-chaos]

Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 7

Chapter Summary: You continue attempting to translate the code, commencing your operation to determine the nature of Russian involvement in Hawkins. Robin and Dustin continue their attempts to push the two of you together, tired of the mutual pining…oh and Erica has enough sass to probably take out an entire Russian army.

Content Warning: swearing (duh), Steve being a complete idiot, innuendos ;)

Word Count: 5.9k

Author’s Note: This chapter is really gearing up for the main plot of season 3 so a lot of it sticks to the plot of the show. I hope you all enjoy it! Message me if you want to be added to the taglist!

Series Masterlist | Part 6 | Next Part

***

You, Steve, and Dustin sat in the back of Scoops Ahoy listening to Dustin’s Russian recording on repeat trying to discern what any of it said, but with no such luck. You were pretty language oriented, excelling in your French classes, but outside of the realm of Romance languages, you were pretty much lost, making the experience all the more frustrating. This academic shit was supposed to come easy to you.

You sat in the chair next to Dustin with your head in your hands, sighing as he stopped the tape. Steve was pacing back and forth eating a banana. You already had known that he wasn’t going to be super helpful with this shit…he tended to catch on slower than the rest of you when shit was going down, so you assumed this was going to operate the same way.

“So, what do you think?” Dustin asked, looking between the two of you with bright eyes. Steve confirmed your suspicions when he replied, speaking through a mouthful of fruit.

“That music…that music right there at the end. It sounds familiar.”

“Are you fucking serious? That’s all you got from listening to that shit?” You asked, brows furrowed in irritation, your pent up frustration with last night’s conversation and Steve’s endless flirtations with patrons shining through your normally calm demeanor.

“Why are you listening to the music, Steve? Listen to the Russian! We’re translating the Russian!” Dustin shouted in agreement.

“I’m trying to listen to the Russian, but then there’s music playing—“

You cut him off, sighing, “just go help Robin if you’re not going to be helpful back here.”

Steve glared at you, tossing his banana peel on the table in front of you before flipping you off and pushing dramatically through the door to the front. He could tell you were pissed off with him for more than his inability to miraculously translate a foreign language.

While you and Dustin continued trying and failing to translate the slavic language, Steve pulled Robin aside.

“Steve, what are you doing?” She asked, rolling her eyes. At least things were slow in the ice cream parlor, so it wasn’t an issue that they weren’t attending to the customers, given the fact that there weren’t any.

“I need to talk to you,” he said with urgency, and Robin’s expression softened into a look of concern. Steve didn’t normally come to her with shit; he had you for that so why would he?

“Wait, what’s going on?”

“I messed up,” Steve sighed, taking off his hat and running his hand through his hair. “You know how I keep telling you that y/n and I are just friends? Well, we are…but we’re just friends that maybe perhaps kiss a little,” he whispered quickly so you couldn’t hear.

“What the fuck?!”

“Shhhh!” He put a finger to his mouth to quiet her down. “It’s not on the lips so it’s basically like it doesn’t even count,” Steve tried to defend himself, rolling his eyes.

“Steve! That is almost worse!” She whisper-screamed at him, her eyes wide. She thought back to all the times she had hounded you about the nature of your relationship with Steve, thinking back to how frustrated you always looked when you told her it was complicated.

“I-it’s...it’s nothing really! Like, I mean, I don’t know, sometimes I just do a little kiss—like so tiny—on her neck to wake her up in the morning or I—“

“STEVE! What the fuck do you mean ‘in the morning’? Does she spend the night at your house? Wait—have you slept together?”

“No!” Steve was quick to shut that train of thought down, “like I said, it’s just little kisses here and there, nothing major. But the problem is last night I took it a little too far and I think I messed everything up.” He buried his face in his hands, irritated with his own actions.

“Y/n isn’t the type of girl you can just do that shit with. She’s probably expecting you to make a move. How long has this been going on?” Robin asked, pissed the fuck off. She knew Steve had a history of being a player, and you didn’t deserve that shit. She saw the way you looked at him, and you were clearly in love regardless of if you were going to admit that to yourself or not. She wasn’t about to let Steve string you along until he inevitably ended up finding someone else, breaking your heart in the process.

“…like…eight months?” Steve replied sheepishly, realizing how bad all of this sounded when he said it out loud.

“Eight months?! Steve! You’ve been nearly dating her for eight months and then you come in here every day and hit on other girls in front of her?”

“Shit!” Steve wanted to kick himself. Of course you were frustrated with him. He was sending you mixed signals all the time. “It’s just…I don’t want to mess up what we already have. I thought if I found someone else then I wouldn’t have to risk it, you know? We could just stay friends. Like I don’t know what the fuck I’d do if I asked her out and then shit didn’t work out….I can’t lose her, Robin; I just can’t.”

“You’re going to lose her in a much more painful way when she realizes how much of an ass you are for putting her through that. She’s like the perfect woman, Steve! She laughs at your dumbass jokes and she puts up with all your shit, just ask her the fuck out!”

“It’s not that easy,” Steve grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“It really is,” Robin spat, done with Steve’s bullshit, “just march back there and tell her that you messed up and you love her and then…I don’t know, kiss her and go on your merry way. Sounds pretty damn simple to me.”

“Robin, there’s a lot of shit going on that’s making it a little bit difficult to focus on making a move right now.”

“What, like the Russians?” She asked, a smirk on her face while she raised an eyebrow at him. Steve’s face fell as he gaped at her. How the fuck does she know about that?

Steve opened his mouth to speak, to act like he didn’t know what she was talking about when your muffled voice rang out into the front as you yelled, “fuck!”

Both of them hustled to the back, finding you pacing back and forth like Steve had been earlier, gripping the covers of the Russian dictionary aggressively while you angrily flipped through pages. The hostility radiating from you was palpable, and Robin turned to give Steve a look that said “you did this” before noticing that Steve’s douchebag tally had been erased from her board.

“Hey, my board! That was important data shit birds!” She yelled, looking between the three of you. You stopped pacing, looking up at her and giving her an apologetic look.

“I guarantee what we’re doing is way more important than your data,” Dustin spoke up, justifying the fact that he had messed with her shit.

“Yeah? And how do you know that these Russians are up to no good anyway?” She asked, smirking.

“You told her about the Russians?” Dustin asked Steve in disbelief, feeling betrayed.

“It wasn’t me!” Steve defended himself and Dustin whipped his head around to look at you.

“I didn’t tell her anything either!”

“Hello? I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You are all extremely loud. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate it but haven’t figured out a word because you didn’t realize that Russians use an entirely different alphabet. Sound about right?”

Your face flushed, her explanation making you feel a little dense because she wasn’t wrong. If only she knew about the other weird shit that had happened in Hawkins. Evil Russians didn’t sound so unbelievable when you had already dealt with nine-foot tall monsters with faces that opened up. In comparison, this was pretty damn feasible and normal.

You all stared at her dumbfounded, but then she went to grab the tape and Steve sprung into action, snatching it before she could reach it. “Woah! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to hear it.”

“Why?” The boys both asked in unison and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure why they were gatekeeping the tape. It didn’t make a damn difference now that she knew about it.

“Because maybe I can help. I’m fluent in four languages you know.”

“Russian?” Dustin asked, hopeful.

“Ou-yay are-yay umb-day,” she rattled out.

“Oh-ho-ho!” Steve said while Dustin laughed “holy shit!” You rolled your eyes, knowing what she was doing as you tried to hold back a smile.

“That was Pig Latin, dingus. But I can speak Spanish, French, and Italian, and I’ve been in band for twelve years. My ears are little geniuses. Trust me.”

You pried the tape from Steve’s hand and gave it to Robin, before walking to the front to go attend to the customer who was incessantly ringing the bell. Steve followed you hesitantly, knowing he was going to be no help with translating Russian.

After about another hour of serving ice cream to the ungrateful citizens of Hawkins, Indiana, Robin slid open the glass window to the front announcing that her and Dustin had figured out the first sentence.

You and Steve rushed over to the window, each holding an ice cream cone. “Oh seriously?” You asked, eager to hear what it was. You were glad Robin was helping now because your efforts were seriously going nowhere.

“The week is long,” Robin said in a Russian accent. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, that’s thrilling,” Steve replied sarcastically, clearly unimpressed.

“I know, but it’s progress,” Robin assured both of you before disappearing back into the depths of the break room. You both turned around, handing the cones to your very familiar customers.

“Okay, here you go, you got a strawberry—“ Steve started, reaching out his cone to Max.

“—and a vanilla with sprinkles, extra whipped cream,” you finished, handing yours to Eleven. They both thanked you, and you took a second to really look at Eleven. She looked much happier than you’d ever seen her. You smiled as you took in the sight of her tousled wavy hair, a sharp contrast to the buzzed haircut you had heard about. “I love your jumpsuit by the way,” you complimented her outfit and she smiled.

“Wait, are you even allowed to be here?” Steve asked, and the girls just looked at each other and laughed, darting quickly out of the shop. “That...okay,” Steve’s voice trailed off, giving up on trying to understand these weird ass kids.

“It’s nice to see them happy, you know?” You spoke up. For how busy the mall was, you were fortunate that you had occasional slow moments like these.

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Steve replied, watching as Max and Eleven laughed at something in the distance, before darting into another store. Being protective, he was a little worried about Eleven. He knew Hopper didn’t want her going out a ton, especially to really crowded places like the mall. It wasn’t safe for her, both in terms of needing to keep her powers secret and because she was still so naive about the world around her. Steve supposed she’d seen enough of the bad in it to be cautious though. He shuddered at the thought. “I just worry, though, you know?”

“I do too,” you sighed, “I just want what’s best for all of them, and I spend a lot of days wishing we could’ve protected them from more. I guess it doesn’t help that now we’re assisting Dustin in Operation Russian Invasion, but I just keep telling myself that at least it’s not the Upside Down.”

He just nodded in agreement, and the two of you went back to working alongside each other in a comfortable silence.

You were exhausted by the time your shift ended. The mall was already closed and you basked in the silence, a treat after the hustle and bustle of all the nonstop activity that occurred during the day. With Dustin and Robin knee deep in translating his recording, you and Steve were left to tend to customers all day, meaning that you hadn’t had a break besides the brief ones between patrons.

Steve was counting the drawer while you went to grab the disinfectant to wipe down the tables to finish out the closing procedures when he stopped what he was doing to gently grab your elbow before you crossed the counter. He needed you to know what you meant to him. He needed to fix his mistake.

“Y/n, about last night—“ he started but you cut him off.

“Steve, I really don’t want to talk about it. I don’t know what got into me, really it was fine. It was just a long shift and I got emotional. I don’t even know why I did because I like when you kiss me like that and-and I like spending the night at your house and I don’t care that—“

“Y/n?”

“…yeah?” You responded looking up at him innocently, biting your lip embarrassed at the way you had just rambled. Steve tried not to melt right there while your eyes stared up at him like that.

“I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” He breathed out and you nodded slightly, leaning in as your eyes fluttered shut. One of his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer as he used his other hand to gently tilt your chin up. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your lips, your heart racing as he began to lean in to close the gap.

Before your lips could touch, the doors to the back room burst open, and you jumped away from each other as quickly as you could, as Dustin slid through them, totally ruining the moment that you had been waiting two years for.

“What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me! I’m about to have a heart attack, geez,” you scolded, your hand on your chest to settle your racing heart, though Dustin wasn’t entirely to blame for that.

“Yeah, don’t ever fucking do that again,” Steve added, frustrated at the boy’s impeccable timing. He had spent the last two and a half hours of your shift working up the confidence to do that.

“Geez, what’s got you so on edge?” Dustin rolled his eyes. “Anyway, we’ve translated like half of it!”

“Really?” You asked excitedly, your previous irritation quickly being replaced with anticipation. It had been a long day and you were glad at least something good was going to come out of it…or bad, you guessed. It all depended on what the translation was.

You all quickly entered the backroom, standing across from Robin’s whiteboard as you all read aloud the translated version of the top secret Russian communication.

“The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.”

You all paused, not really sure what to say as the result of hours worth of translating was pretty anticlimactic. Steve finally spoke up, “I mean…it’s nonsense.”

“No shit,” you replied, sighing and heading back to the front to leave. Everyone else followed you, packing up their things disappointment permeating through the nautical themed ice cream shop.

“I mean, it just…it just can’t be right,” Steve proposed as he closed the metal caging to officially close up for the night, locking it before he stood up.

“It’s right,” Robin defended herself.

“Honestly, I think it’s great news,” Dustin chimed in.

“How is this great news? I mean, so much for being American heroes; it’s total nonsense,” Steve reiterated his point from before.

“It’s not nonsense,” you rolled your eyes, “it’s too specific, it’s obviously a code.”

“What do you mean a code?” Steve inquired, and Dustin fielded the question for you, Steve, per usual, being the last one to get it.

“Like a super secret spy code.”

“That’s a total stretch,” Steve scoffed.

“I don’t know, is it?” Robin chimed in, “listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that this is a secret Russian transmission. What did you think they were going to say? ‘Fire the warhead at noon’? And my translation is correct, I know that for sure, so…’the silver cat feeds’. Why would anyone talk like that if they weren’t trying to mask what they were saying?”

“Exactly!” You and Dustin said in unison.

“And why would anyone want to mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?” You continued, turning to look at Dustin. “So I guess that confirms your suspicion.”

“Evil Russians,” he nodded with a smirk, happy that his intuition had served him correctly in your eyes. Despite the countless times he disobeyed you, he really did care what you thought…he just had a funny way of showing it sometimes. “So how do we crack it?” Dustin asked.

“I guess we translate the rest and see if a pattern emerges…” Robin and Dustin continued on, discussing what elements of the code could possibly mean, but you and Steve fell behind. He had stopped in front of one of the mechanical children’s rides, fishing in the pocket of his uniform shorts for loose change.

Robin and Dustin finally noticed that you two were no longer with them, turning to rejoin you. “Steve, what are you doing?” You asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

“Uh, it’s a quarter,” he muttered to himself, “hey do you have a quarter?” He asked, eyes darting to everyone in the group.

“You sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” Robin inquired sarcastically, and you laughed as you fist bumped her. You were so glad you had someone else that was just as good as you at keeping the boy’s ego in check.

“Quarter!” He shouted, and you rolled your eyes as you tossed him one. He frantically spun back around, shoving it into the coin slot as the horse started rocking up and down.

“You need help getting up, Stevie?” You asked and Steve tried not to get flustered at the double entendre buried within your words while he shushed you.

“Will you all just shut up and listen?”

You sighed as all of you quieted down, listening to the little jingle the ride played out while it ran. Something about it seemed way too familiar, and your brow furrowed as you tried to figure it out, looking between Robin and Dustin.

“Holy shit!” The younger boy finally spoke up, quickly pulling his backpack off his shoulders and searching for the tape. He finally found it and hit play, all of you listening to the music echo back into the quiet mall.

“I don’t understand,” Robin shook her head.

“It’s the exact same song on the recording,” you spoke up, the reality of it all finally sinking in.

“So? Maybe they have horses like this in Russia.”

“‘Indiana Flyer,’?” Steve spoke up, reading the scrolling script on the side of the ride, “I don’t…I don’t think so. This code…it didn’t come from Russia. It came from here.” For as dense as Steve usually was, this time he was right. The four of you stood in silence, listening to the music ring out through the empty corridors of Starcourt Mall, the light and lilting tune taking on a darker and more sinister feeling.

You made eye contact with Steve and you could see the worry in his eyes too. There was something very wrong with all of this…and of course Dustin was the common thread bringing you all into it.

***

Steve was crouched behind a fake plant, regretting nearly all the life decisions he’d made that brought him to this point. Dustin sat beside him while you and Robin stayed back at the shop to tend to customers.

“See anything?” Dustin asked.

Steve held up his binoculars, looking around the crowded mall, “uh, I guess I don’t really know what I’m looking for.”

“Evil Russians,” Dustin responded, as if it was so incredibly simple.

“Yeah, I guess I don’t know what exactly evil Russians are supposed to look like.”

“Tall, blond, not smiling. Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing,” Dustin responded. Damn, this kid had his shit together, Steve thought, always impressed by the young boy’s intelligence.

Steve nodded, continuing to scan the mall when he noticed a couple on the second floor. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Anna Jacobi is talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky! Whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench!” He grumbled.

“Dude you are the worst spy in history, you know that? Give me those,” Dustin scolded, grabbing the binoculars from Steve, yanking his neck to the side in the process. “Besides I don’t get why you’re looking at other girls when you have the perfect one right in front of you.”

“Seriously, if you say y/n one more time—“

“Y/n….y/n, y/n, y/n y/n, y/n,” Dustin cut him off.

“Dude, just stop. You don’t get it, okay?” Steve grumbled. Dustin made it sound so easy, but after eight months of kind of almost being together, Steve was struggling to just commit. You were intimidating, even after two years of knowing each other the way that you did.

“It doesn’t seem that complicated to me. You clearly like each other, I know she spends the night at your house, just ask her out already!” Dustin said impatiently. He was tired of watching you pine after one another day after day. It was honestly sickening.

“I can’t just ask her out! She’s not like that…I-I don’t even know if she wants that. I don’t know that she wants me. And I can’t just outright ask her, no, that would just be way too pathetic after all this time,” Steve rambled on, not really sure why he was engaging in this conversation with the boy. Dustin didn’t need to know anything about the nature of the relationship between the two of you. He was a loudmouth and Steve didn’t really trust him not to accidentally let the content of this conversation slip out in front of you.

“Steve. She likes you. It’s about the most obvious thing on the face of planet earth. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that if you don’t ask her out now, she’s going to move on. She’s not going to wait around for you forever, you know.”

“What is that some stupid shit you learned at Camp Know…Nothing?” Steve taunted. He knew he was being an asshole, but he couldn’t help getting defensive. He knew he was making mistakes. He didn’t need some fourteen year old to tell him.

“Camp Know Where, actually,” Dustin corrected before continuing, “and it’s shit I learned from life. If I hadn’t made a move with Suzie, then we never would’ve gotten together, and she’d probably be dating somebody else by now.”

“Oh, yeah, you mean ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates’? Yeah, that Suzie. Oh and let’s think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend?” Steve asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he scratched his head to feign contemplation. “Oh yeah. With my advice because that’s how this works, Henderson. I give you the advice, and you follow through, not the other way around, alright pea-brain?” Steve spat as he grabbed the binoculars back. This kid fucking sucks.

While the boys were botching their spy mission, you and Robin worked double time trying to serve ice cream and crack the rest of the Russian code.

“The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly,” Robin repeated for the tenth time, staring at the notebook with the translated code. You groaned, burying your head in the pages of the Russian to English dictionary. This was going to kill you. You could handle kicking the ass of an inter dimensional monster, but this…this code was going kill you slowly and much more painfully.

Suddenly you heard a knock on the back door, and Robin slid through the window to get it. You figured it was the delivery you had been waiting on. You picked up the notebook, staring at the words and willing them to make sense, but to no such avail.

“Y/n, you’re not going to believe who Dustin thought was a Russian,” Steve called out to you, entering the ice cream parlor.

“No I did not!” Dustin defended himself, irritated.

You were about to open your mouth to speak when Robin flew through the saloon doors, shoving in between Steve and Dustin darting right out the front of the shop.

“What the fuck is going on with her?” Steve asked, looking at you with his brow furrowed. You stood there gaping, equally confused as you just shrugged, skillfully, hopping over the counter as you jogged out to follow her.

“Robin,” you called out to her as she turned around to face you, “what are you doing?”

“I cracked it,” she smiled.

“Cracked what?” Steve asked, him and Dustin catching up to you.

“I cracked the code.”

***

After Robin explained what the code meant, Dustin went up to the roof to do some spying. What he saw definitely did not add up to being normal day to day mall shipments and operations, but he explained that it would be difficult to determine anything because of the security at the door.

“…but unfortunately the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in these boxes, they really don’t want anybody finding it” Dustin finished explaining.

“But there’s gotta be a way in,” Robin reasoned, and you nodded, agreeing with her.

Steve took his hat off and tossed it on the table of the break room. “Well, you know…I could just take him out,” Steve leaned forward, crossing his arms over the table and nodding as if that was the most reasonable solution.

“Take who out?” Because it certainly wasn’t you, you thought as you asked, hoping that making him repeat himself would help him to realize how ridiculous that sounds.

“The Russian guard,” Steve reiterated, continuing as you stared at him wide eyed and gaping, “what? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, I take his keycard. Easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin asked, arms crossed.

“Yes, Dustin, I did…and that is why I would be sneaking,” Steve emphasized as if that made any damn difference.

“Tell me this, and be honest…have you ever actually won a fight?” Dustin shot back.

“Alright, that was one time—“

You cut Steve off, thinking back to his bruised and battered face the first time you’d knocked on his door, “Twice. Jonathan. Year prior.” Dustin pointed at you, raising his eyebrows, eyes still locked on Steve’s.

“Listen, that doesn’t count.”

“Really, because it looked like he beat the shit out of you…” the boys continued arguing, Steve trying desperately to make it seem like he had the upper hand on that occasion, which you knew was a complete lie.

Suddenly, Robin stood up, running to the front and taking all of the money from the tip jar.

“Robin! Hey, Robin, what are you doing?” Steve asked as you all followed her to the front.

“I need cash.”

“Well a third of that’s mine! Where’re you going?” He replied exasperated. He was getting real damn tired of this shit.

“To find a way into that room—a safe way—and in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff!” She shouted out before darting to her left. You stammered, watching her leave before you decided you couldn’t stand another minute stuck with the two boys before taking off after her.

Steve was calling after you, but you didn’t care. You were glad you were at least somewhat in shape, as you quickly caught up with Robin.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m going with you.”

“But you don’t have a bike,” Robin argued as you pushed open the door for her, the two of you exiting onto the parking lot.

“No, but Dustin does,” you smirked, pulling his bike from the bike rack, “it’s not like he’ll be going anywhere.”

Robin shrugged and the two of you took off towards the square.

“Where are we going?” You asked her, not sure why she was fleeing Starcourt and needed all of the tip money.

“County Recorder’s Office. They’ll have blueprints for the mall, the floor plans, the duct work, everything. That’ll give us our way in.”

You laughed in excitement, impressed by Robin’s intelligence as you both picked up the pace on your bikes. It was probably a sight to behold; two girls in sailor uniforms biking their way through Hawkins.

By the time you got back and explained everything to the boys, they were eager to get to work. Steve quickly got up from his chair, going to the small storage room in the back and grabbing a toolkit from the top shelf and a ladder. He quickly set it up, climbing up it to start unscrewing the vent cover. He placed the screw driver in his mouth as he removed the panel, speaking around it to ask for a flashlight. You found it strangely attractive, as you stood there looking up at him.

“Y/n, he said he needs the flashlight,” Dustin nudged you. You shook your head to clear the thought away taking the screwdriver from him while you handed him up the flashlight.

“Yeah, I don’t know that any of us are gonna fit in here, it’s like…super tight,” Steve said, pointing his flashlight down the ducts. He knew one thing for certain, his six foot body definitely wasn’t making it. He thought about your curvy frame, knowing damn well you weren’t going to fit either. You have too good of an ass to fit in there, he thought, descending the ladder.

“I’ll fit. Trust me, no collar bones, remember?” Dustin spoke up, Steve handing him the flashlight.

“Excuse me?” Robin asked, clearly concerned and confused by the boy’s statement.

“Oh, he’s, uh…yeah he’s got some kind of disease. It—it’s chry…chrydo, um…something. Yeah, I dunno, he’s missing bones and stuff; he can bend like Gumbo,” Steve attempted to explain.

“It’s cleidocranial dysplasia and Gumby,” you corrected both of his blunders respectively.

“I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo,” Steve replied confidently, you rolled your eyes while Dustin started yelling from the vents.

“Steve, shut up and push me!”

“Okay,” Steve threw up his hands, making a face to mock the boy, “I’ll push ya,” Steve added as he grabbed Dustin’s legs to shove him forward.

“Not my feet dumbass; push my ass!”

“What?” Steve asked, confused.

“Touch my butt! I don’t care!” Dustin yelled, tired of being stuck in the vent. The boys continued bickering as Steve’s shoving went no where, when you heard the ringing of the bell, seeing the familiar face of Erica Sinclair through the window, Scoops Ahoy’s most notorious customer.

“Ahoy? Sailors? Get over here and serve me some samples!” She shouted, her tone dripping in attitude and sass. You and Robin made eye contact, clearly thinking the same exact thing.

“Great minds,” you whispered before pushing through to the front room. You redirected your focus towards the small girl in front of you, “hey, Erica! Could you maybe help us out with something real quick?”

“What could you costume-wearing bozos possibly need my help with?” She shot back, and the fake smile you had plastered on your face quickly fell as you glared at the small child.

“If you want any more free samples, I would suggest you just take a look.”

“Fine,” she sighed, stepping around the counter.

“Great! All I need you to do is tell me if you think you can fit through that air vent,” you explained as you guided her to the back grabbing the flashlight off the table and handing it to her. She climbed up the ladder and looked, and you all held your breath as you waited for her to respond.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” she said, climbing down and turning to face you.

“You don’t know if you can fit?” Dustin asked.

“Oh, I can fit. I just don’t know if I want to,” she crossed her arms.

“Well, what’s the problem?” Steve asked. His voice was gentler than it normally was when the kids were being difficult. Seeing that he might have a soft spot for Lucas’ little sister made your heart skip in your chest.

“The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in it for Erica.”

Steve sighed, shoving past Dustin and going to the front, quickly making an elaborate sundae. Once he finished, he moved around the counter, walking over and placing it at a booth. Honestly, this was the best he’d ever attempted at actually doing his job, you thought as you all moved to join him. She sat down across from him, inspecting the sundae before pushing it back towards him, “more fudge, please.”

He pressed his lips into a line and quietly got up to go fix the girl’s ice cream. You stepped up to follow him, baffled by the fact that he hadn’t yelled yet. This was the fourth time she’d sent him back.

Steve was angrily remaking the sundae by the time you moved around the counter, deciding to just start over since her ice cream had already started to melt. You could tell he was seething, and you bit your lip to avoid laughing.

“Steve?” You asked hesitantly.

“What?!” He shot back, his jaw set in the angriest expression you’d ever seen him wear.

“It’s just, I’ve never seen someone make an ice cream sundae so aggressively before, and I’m starting to get worried because you haven’t yelled yet,” you replied. He sighed, hanging his head as he pressed his hands against the edge of the counter, taking a deep breath before standing up.

“Well, I can’t just yell at her, now can I?”

“I don’t see why not. You yell at all the kids…all the time,” you reminded him.

“This is a very different situation. For starters, she’s like ten. I’m not going to yell at a literal ten year old. Secondly, we actively need something from her, so the second I yell at her, she’s just gonna say no and then we’re screwed, okay?”

He did have a point, but you could overhear her sass from across the room and really didn’t know how Steve had been able to hold back. You were extremely patient, all things considered, and you were seconds away from yelling at the girl.

Robin darted over to the counter leaning in smiling. “She finally agreed!”

You and Steve looked at each other hesitantly. You weren’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing. You had no way of knowing what you were getting yourself into and you could help but feel guilty bringing Erica into it all. Steve was definitely feeling the same way, but he reached over to grab your hand under the counter where Robin couldn’t see, giving it a tight squeeze before he nodded.

Now you just had to wait for the mall to close.

***

a/n: thank you for reading! I’m looking forward to writing the next part which will likely have a little more originality to it. Remember to comment and reblog! I love hearing what you guys think <3

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[kimberly-spirits13]

When Bruce Introduced You to the League

Batman x reader

No warnings

• You were a big part of his life for a long time

• When the Justice League was being built you weren’t going to immediately be part of the team

• You two decided that it would be best if there was an available hero internationally and one for Gotham

• You chose to stay back in Gotham when the Justice League needed something but you were involved in helping build the league equipment

• This included the computers, software, the orbiting justice league headquarters, and the other things used for the league

• You didn’t really start hanging out with the league until long after you had met everyone at one time

• They had asked Batman to get you to come to the tower since something had stopped working

• Bruce knew how to fix it but he wanted an excuse to bring you up there and everyone was eager to meet you

• Once he knew that they were worth trusting, he didn’t mind exaggerating one of the problems with the main computer

• You were suspect about it but agreed to come anyways

• Bruce had already left for an early morning meeting with the league and you’d be coming later

• You came in full gear, using the zeta tubes in the cave

• When you walked in you were greeted by one of the managers that maintained the tech

• “So what seems to be the issue?” You were given a tablet with the electronic schematics of the satellite base

• “There seems to just be a loose connection in the mainframe. Probably a coding error with the new update to the system that someone added.” They walked you towards the room where the rest of the league was waiting, “Not sure why someone here couldn’t handle it, but they wanted you to come check it out.”

• “I’m sure it’s nothing major, thank you.” You smiled and nodded at the manager who did the same and walked off to attend to other work

• You walked in the room and was greeted by Green Lantern and Flash bickering over a basketball game while Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and Martian Manhunter were working over some mythology connections that they had made

• Superman and Bruce were busy talking about missions when you caught Bruce’s eye

• Flash was first to greet you, asking to settle the dispute between he and Lantern

• Bruce’s glare in the cowl got him quite again

• “Everyone this is Y/H/N, I assume some of you have met them before.” Bruce introduced you walking over to where you were standing, leaving Flash to retreat

• They were quick to greet you while Lantern was quick to flirt with you

• “I’ve come here to fix a systems issue, not court you.” You started walking towards the computer and have Bruce a look

• “So it’s a basic computer issue. And you called me to fix it?” You raised a brow challengingly, he knew you had caught on to what he was playing

• “Well, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t something more serious.” He gave the batsmirk causing Flash to give him a suspicious look

• “Well I better make sure this thing isn’t about to drop out of the sky” You elbowed him kiddingly causing him to break a chuckle

• They all exchanged glances at each other before Lantern gave a huge sigh

• “Tell me you two aren’t dating?” He was exasperated

• You shrugged and started working on the code that was supposed to be fixed

• The rest of the team started doing their own thing again and Wonder Woman came to sit with you while you worked

• “I don’t suppose you’ve known Batman for a while?” She asked you, “It is none of by business but I am curious if you’re willing to answer.”

• “You’re fine. We’ve known each other since we were kids. Nothing much to it.” You were hunched over going over the treacherous line, “My only gripe against him is that he called me in to fix one line of code that I know for certain he could have done himself”

• This caused Diana to laugh, “I’m sure he was eager to introduce everyone formally.”

• “Apparently so”

• You two talked for the duration of your stay, which wasn’t meant to be long but you decided to stay longer to hang out

• Superman was there too talking and there to offer a coffee

• Despite his efforts, you could tell he was from Kansas based off of that little twang he had

• When it was time to leave, Bruce was there to see you out

• “I assume that the problem wasn’t hard to wrangle.” He said with a smirk in his voice

• “Oh it was terrible, I definitely see why you called me out.” He gave you a nudge

• “I’ll see you in an hour for the WE meeting.” He said

• You bid each other a goodbye

• Once you left he could hear the snickers of Flash and Lantern before Lantern started off, “BATSY HAS A GIRLFRIEND/ BOYFRIEND” “NEVER IN MY LIFE DID I EVER THIN-“

• And that’s when the usual brooding started again, scaring Lantern off for a bit

#dc x y/n #dc x reader #dc x you #batman x reader #batman x fem!reader #batman x you #batman x y/n #batman x batmom #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x male reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #battinson x female reader #battinson x y/n #battinson x you #battinson x reader #justice league x y/n #justice league #justice league x you #justice league x reader #batfam #batfam x you #batfam x batmom #batfam x reader #batfam x y/n

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Tech x Reader: Checkup

(Author's Note: HAPPY TECH TUESDAY! It feels awesome to celebrate another Tech Tuesday with Season 2 actively being released!!! I've missed ya, Bad Batchers.

I always get asmr vibes when I visit the eye doctor, sooooo yeahhh this is kind of based on that. Sitting here wishing Tech was my eye doctor now lol).

Word Count: 989

You swiveled around to peer over your shoulder from the cockpit of the ship.  Echo occupied the pilot’s chair beside you, leaning back casually while you fidgeted in your own seat.

The sight of stars and planets zooming by in beautiful streaks of light while the Havoc Marauder flew in hyperspace would normally be a peaceful thing to observe, but currently, you were a little preoccupied.  It was checkup day, which you both dreaded and waited for in anticipation.

In between making repairs and researching, Tech found time periodically to evaluate the squad’s health.  It wasn’t unheard of for some members of the team to play hero and dismiss injuries from time to time.  Checkups were Tech’s way of making sure that everyone was receiving the treatment that they needed- no ifs ands or buts.

Echo had finished his turn a little while ago and seemed completely at ease in his seat, though one glance in your direction made him realize that you were not.

“It’ll be over before you know it,” he offered, mistaking your jitters for discomfort at the checkup itself.  He was trying to reassure you, but you could see the confusion in his brown eyes.  After all, you’d been through many evaluations before with no issue, and it wasn’t like it involved needles or anything that should be a cause for worry.

“Yeah, I know,” you replied.  “I’ve just got some stuff on my mind.”  You smiled in hopes that he would realize you were fine and drop the subject.

“Anything you want to talk about?”  Dear, dear Echo.  So considerate.

“Not really, but thank you.”

He eyed you for a moment longer, pausing long enough for you to say something if you did change your mind, but when you said nothing more, he simply nodded and turned his attention back to the dash.

It wasn’t the checkup that made you nervous.

It was the medic who would be administering it.

Heavy footsteps on the ship’s grated floor nearly made you tremble.  Your heart picked up speed at the sight of Wrecker poking his head up front to let you know his eval was done.

“Tech’s ready for ya.”  He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction where Tech was set up.

“Okay.  Thanks, Wrecker.”

You decided it was best to just get it over with.  Sucking in a breath, you rose from your chair and marched down the hall of the Marauder.  There Tech was with his medic equipment out, tapping away at a datapad.  Your heartbeat kicked it into high gear as his beautiful brown eyes met your gaze at the sound of your approach.

“Ah, ________.  Have a seat.”

You sat down on top of the crate and observed him.  The low light of the hallway highlighted his chiseled features.

“It’ll just be the usual,” Tech rattled off, typing another bit of information into his datapad before setting it down.  “I’ll check your pulse, temperature, and vision on top of confirming that you have no significant injuries.”

You exhaled quietly.  “Okay.”

“Have you experienced any pain as of late?  Anything unusual?”  He stepped forward, entering your space.  You knew it was coming, but you felt no more prepared to have him so close.

You wanted to shake the thought away.  He was your teammate doing a professional favor by evaluating your state of health.  It felt wrong to enjoy the brief contact.

“No, nothing like that,” you replied, clearing your throat.

“Good.  Glad to hear it.”  His eyes did a quick scan over your form in a silent check.  He reached for your hand, and despite his professional demeanor, his hold on your wrist was gentle, careful- like he was holding glass.  With his other hand, he began to take your pulse, eyes flickering to the side.  You released another shaky breath, hating how absolutely loud it sounded to you in the quiet.

“Hm.” He made the sound as if he noted something internally, but he didn’t voice it aloud.  Instead, he let go of your hand and grabbed the temp scanner off his tray and aimed it at your forehead.  He glanced at the screen.  “Temperature is normal.”

“Oh, good.”  You never knew what to say during these things.  A shudder ran down your spine as he picked up a small flashlight and switched it on.

“Look straight ahead, please,” he instructed, and you did so.  Goosebumps bloomed along your skin as the light shone in front of your eyes to check them.  “Now, look left.  Right.”  it was very difficult not to meet his gaze so close to yours, but you managed.  “Now, look up.”  You did so, but he made a tiny dissatisfied sound under his breath.  Tech leaned closer, reaching a hand up to gently tilt your chin down so that you’d look up with only your eyes.

He paused again, his own hand lingering.  You were glad that he was done taking your pulse because your heart was racing.

Finally, Tech seemed to snap out of it, clearing his throat and pulling away while switching off the flashlight.  “Everything seems to be in order.”

“Great.  Thank you, Tech.  I appreciate it.”

“Hm.”

You watched his expression curiously.  “What?”

“You are the only one that says ‘thank you’ for these.”

You tilted your head.  “Really?”

“I suppose the others see me as poking and prodding unnecessarily.  Especially Wrecker.”

You laughed at your other teammate’s history of protests and attempts to delay his own treatment, though simultaneously you felt your heart soften for Tech.  “Well, you’re looking out for us, and it’s appreciated.”

He started packing up his equipment since you were the last of the checkups.  “Thank you.  Your appreciation is…appreciated.”  He looked over at you once more, offering a brief, kind smile.

You chuckled and gave a little wave, returning to the front of the Marauder.  When you sat down, you were mentally screaming at the adorable interaction.

#bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch tech #bad batch tech imagine #tech x reader #bad batch tech x reader #bad batch imagine #bad batch fanfiction #tech fanfiction #tech imagine #tech reader insert #bad batch reader insert #star wars bad batch reader insert #bad batch x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

ASTRO NEWS : DAILY FORECAST - 1/26/2024

Welcome To Dee's Daily Astro Forecast. Today.. We must first bring attention to the full moon that has just appeared at 12:54 pm PST!

The energy today is filled with plutonian magic, and a delight hint of aquarian as the huge spark in the sky today. Leo being our head leading force, covered by the moon makes a powerful opposition to the Aquarian Sun. On top of that, Mercury & Mars makes a powerful conjunction in Capricorn, while forming a trine with the beautiful Uranus. In these delightful times, the energy can be a bit potent. But there is a darkness amongst the pits... In these times, we will notice slight changes around our bodies, but mostly in the entire atmosphere. What was mainly not an issue, becomes one. And what was most likely a secretive, will be more out in the open these coming weeks. This is because pluto's secrets are now being pushed into the horizon, and what was in must come out.

Be quiet about a lot of things you share, you don't know who's watching. Be prone to accepting the things you cannot change and accept the glory that comes with moving forward to something different. In these times, you will be magnified with the different notions you create for yourself following your new path in this journey.

Now let's get into the lightening strike that is coming for us this up coming week because for the new few days Mercury & Mars are sticking to their plans to self-destruct any forms of planning, direction, communication and partnerships that need re-alignment. Also the strike will have a volcanic thunderstorm that will surely shift gears in areas related to materialism, and can change the shape of its trajectory as a whole.

Not to be alarmed, these things take time to formulate. And with Uranus involved with its speedy powerful punch, you can create some phenomenal things with this shift.

Mars impactful rays can help motivate you into a higher force, the time and planning it needs to push itself forward, is where Mercury uses its matter to shaping its world the way you see it fit. The mind is a powerful tool! And to create with your mind is to make the physical reality bend to your will. Diving in head first might be the answer, but mm.... maybe you have to think about it first.

Try not being too hard on yourself at this time, the pressure is in the air. Just make sure you know how to squeeze the juice to make some lemonade, k? ;)

Now its time for some miniature readings for this journey of the stars.

Sun Conjunct Pluto 6.6 degrees Aquarius :

Transformative journeys. Changing who we are and where we go. Understanding the needed healing to move forward. Energy change. Powerful grounds to plant a seed in. Enjoying the show.

Sun Square Jupiter 1 degree in Aquarius to Taurus :

Now is the time to go forward with that plan. Enjoy the circus. Enjoy the self. Letting other people in. Taking time to get acquainted. Your the show. Have patience, faith is needed for this seed to grow. Be proud of who you are and where you come from!

Moon conjunct Sun 6 degrees in Leo to Aquarius :

Warmth. Finding peace in all the chaos. Enjoying the sweets. Take a picture. Being beautiful, because you said so. New beginnings. New journeys await. Laugh out loud. Being yourself. Enjoying the water. Cool breeze. Patience. Behave.

Mercury Conjunct Mars 0 Degrees / Trine Uranus 2 degrees Capricorn/Taurus :

Playing cool so the storm won't hit you. Talk of the show. Watch out for lurking/stalking. Be mindful of behaviors the people around you show you. Change in the air. 'Some things not right about you, I can sniff it.' Sudden changes. Loud outbursts. Psych warp. Tensions through the roof. Being quiet because the energy in the room is weird. Take shield. Protect yourself. Somethings in the air.

Venus Trine Jupiter 1 Degree in Capricorn to Taurus

Big time! Fruits of your labor. Commitment. Taking time to make the price right, its all worthy to somebody. Being yourself gets you the cake, but trust not all can get a slice.

Venus Sextile Saturn 0 Degree /

Try focusing on the good parts, saying less means more. Take a good look, long lasting vision. Photoshop. Do it yourself. Making waves. Changing the air sockets. Entrepreneurship. Removing the foggy glasses. Take a cruise, you know you want it ;)

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[phocidine]

Some meta talk comparing Dsmp and Qsmp below.

The Dsmp had a lot of behind the scenes issues that led to it’s eventual downfall, but two big ones were the difficulty to get involved in lore, and boredom on the server.

Lore is built on interactions with other streamers or pre-planned moments. But for there to be interaction, there needs to be people…actually playing on the server.

And if it’s been a year on a vanilla server and a majority of people are tired of building houses and gear and new silly religions and the reason the server is still going is for LORE, then streamers are going to start only logging on for lore. And if people aren’t logging on as frequently, then there’s even less motivation to log on.

And if pre-planned lore is mostly being done by small tight knit groups of people who have already done lore together, and even within those groups there’s a lack of communication, then pre-planned lore becomes rare and lore in general is unfairly hard for new members and members who couldn’t fit their character arcs easily into the bigger ones.

And this is (in part) how you end up with a lore server where nothing is happening.

I have no idea if Quackity or the Qsmp team had the Dsmp in mind while doing this, but I think it’s fascinating how the Qsmp fights against these two issues.

Dsmp obviously didn’t have the luxury of having a pre-set up storyline because the server wasn’t originally meant to be a roleplay server, but the fact that the Qsmp has a central antagonistic force controlled by a team of non-streamers (or streamers that don’t play on the server and don’t stream minecraft at least) helps SO MUCH.

The admins are constantly giving the server members shit to do. They get egg children they need to take care of, they get puzzles, they get random attacks by codes, they get weird missions from Cucurucho, they get Lucky Ducks, they get sent to prison, they get unhelpful AIs that will flirt with them instead of giving the inside info the everyone wants.

Like The Maze is it’s own kind of misery and maybe not the most entertaining thing the admins have cranked out, but I think we all would prefer hours of the maze to streamers getting bored and avoiding the server for months until the next event.

The eggs are evil genius for keeping players on the server, lmao. I remember during the last months of the Dsmp there was talk of potentially having required amount of time to be played on the server and everyone here on Dsmpblr was joking about how that would be enforced. The Qsmp straight up did the ultimatum of “Log on long enough to do these tasks by this deadline or either your character’s child will die, OR, one of your fellow server members will be forced to pick up the slack for you and you will be at risk of being called a Shitty Parent.”

Having a team of people control the lore makes it super accesible, too. If a streamer has a lore idea, they go to the admins for it and the admins put it into context of the setting and help them out with it. Pre-planned lore still happens between streamers, but this set up puts a lot less of a burden on new members, and makes things way easier for streamers who like doing solo lore.

It also gives opportunities for members who haven’t done lore together to suddenly be in Situations. Like the egg parenting, or Cellbit getting sent to watch Jaiden do her task, or Roier, Slime and Tubbo getting randomly(?) selected to do the fever dream maze run.

Again, it’s a little unfair to compare the Dsmp to the Qsmp because the two servers are from two different times and were created with very different plans in mind. And the Qsmp still has it’s own issues, it’s not perfect. But it’s still really interesting to see what works and what doesn’t.

#qsmp #dream smp #dsmp #long post

[paradizetobefound]

So like another important originium bit is some information on circumstances on infected to non-infected transmission. Aside from Astgenne case (infection transmitting between twins who share similar arts and are in emotional state) there is "we have plenty of cases where an Infected infects others with Originium Arts because of their emotional outbursts, and we also have cases of patients becoming infected after prolonged exposure to their family members"

Now I had a hypothesis before that originium may become less active once it finds a living host since it "attunes" itself to their bio-information, essentially locks onto them as long as they are alive. It appeared in my mind after comparing how we had an infected person state that someone receiving a small cut from an originium lesion of an infected is hardly dangerous and how Schwarz got infected when playing with originium rocks as a kid. In context of originium being specifically geared towards recording information contained within living things, and originium's peculiar interactions with mind (including the cases where oripathy directly affects the psyche) is also seemed plausible. I was not certain however. Yet this information Astgenne files info seems to imply that something along there lines may be a case - if originium truly "locks on" its host, then the cases where it is transmitted as result of the infected and non-infected existing in a sort of "resonance" or commonality would be a logical conclusion.

It would also serve as a reasonable and potential explanation to

a) why Sankta exile their infected from Laterano aka the largest concentration of individuals who are mentally and emotionally connected by means of their halo and their Law (also considering that only pure Sankta are Sankta, uh, while we do not know their original population when they just appeared, let's just say many Sankta being at least distantly or not so distantly related plus well maybe some incest is not out of realms of possibility but feel free to ignore that)

b) why the Seaborn main modus operandi towards originium seems to be an attempt to suppress it (debatable that it is what they are truly doing and not just something inherent also debatable it is an issue at all) since with their close involvement between different seaborn on every level originium could theoretically become very dangerous for them

c) why originium may have easy time spreading between Sarkaz as a) Sarkaz bloodlines witchcraft (also uh, also possibly presence of incest within the clans who am I kidding) b) also can establish mental connections but differently and less consistently then Sankta

Note that abc part is an outright speculation and that even if any of those apply, they are likely not the only factor at play. Especially since, well, we do not know which degree of separation is the limit before the chance it affects the infection transmission possibility becomes irrelevant.

#arknights #long post #speculations #ramblings #good lord i got reminded of some of the lore #while writing this

[adamwatchesmovies]

Five Nights at Freddy's (2023)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

It took so long for the Five Nights at Freddy’s movie to materialize that two knockoffs beat it to the finish line: The Banana Splits Movie and Willy’s Wonderland. The thing is, neither of those films was particularly good, so the wait could’ve been worth it. Unfortunately, the long-awaited feature-length adaptation of the video game by Scott Cawthon is yet another heartbreak. In fact, it’s even more of a letdown than the others because this is the film you’ve actually been waiting for, rather than the store-brand substitute.

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, a once-successful Chuck-E-Cheese-like entertainment center with animatronic mascots who sang, played music and entertained guests, was shut down in the 1980s after several child disappearances. In the present day, Mike Schmidt (Josh Hutcherson) struggles to make ends meet while taking care of his younger sister, Abby (Piper Rubio), and agrees to work as a security guard at Freddy Fazbear’s. Mike is still traumatized from the disappearance of his younger brother many years ago. Every night, he revisits his memories of that fateful day through his dreams, hoping some new detail will emerge and allow him to figure out who took Garrett. On his first night at Freddy Fazbear’s, he has a different dream, making him wonder if the mystery surrounding the abandonned building might help him get some answers.

I should begin this review by telling you that I only have second-hand knowledge of the game. I know what it’s about, I know the characters but I’ve never played. One thing I know is that it’s a horror game whose frights are primarily jump scares. This makes the film’s lack of scares - particularly of jump scares - stunning. If there was one movie that could’ve used long, tense stretches of someone in near darkness wandering through corridors while the audience waits for something to pop up out of nowhere, it was Five Nights at Freddy’s. Instead, we get a plot that frankly, was ill-conceived from the start.

One of the major issues with this film is the storyline with Garrett. When we meet Mike, he’s so mentally unhinged he violently beats a man he thinks is kidnapping a child. You’re supposed to think “Oh no! Poor guy! He's so messed up!". Instead, you begin suspecting the mechanical bear with gears for brains is smarter than him - you’re right. Of all the jobs Mike could’ve gotten, security guard is probably the worst one. See, he insists on going to sleep at the same time, every night. Before he goes to sleep, he stares at a photo of the trees from the park where his brother went missing and listens to the sound of birds. Mike believes that we actually remember everything we see and that if you can’t remember just yet, you can unlock your memories by visiting them through your dreams. You want to feel bad for him because his parents are dead now, leaving him alone to take care of his sister but he’s an irresponsible menace. You don’t sympathize with him at all.

Mike won't win you over even after the film introduces the picture’s villain: his estranged aunt Jane (Mary Stuart Masterson). She wants custody of Abby so she can collect those monthly government child tax checks. You're wondering why she's necessary. Aren't those killer robots the villains? Well, she's included so she can hire a bunch of dumb-dumbs to break into Freddy Fazbear's. It's no surprise that they all get turned into hamburger meat and no, you won’t see anything shocking even then, as the killer mascots go through the trouble to clean up after themselves once the carnage is over. PG-13 horror can work. It doesn't here.

I cannot overstate how baffling the "missing brother" backstory thing is. It's more nonsense than sense, particularly once Mike realizes what happens in his dreams can carry over to real life. It's all building up to a mystery so easy to deduce you'll feel like a galaxy-brained genius. Not only is it obvious; it's clumsy. Loads of exposition is delivered point-blank by police officer Vanessa (Elizabeth Lail) and the ending is as convincing as this film is gory, which is to say not at all. At least Matthew Lillard as Mike's career counsellor seems to be having fun.

What's the worst thing about Five Nights at Freddy's? It might be this running gag that comes up a few times and then again during the end credits. I say that because it shows director Emma Tammi - who probably did her best while the executives pushed and bullied the junior director into making this watered-down would-be spook-fest - knows the premise would've been perfect for a horror-comedy. Instead, it's unintentionally funny at best - there's a scene in which one of the killer animatronics takes a cab ride(!!!) - and boring at worst. I'm sure die-hard fans will think it's great but that's only because of the name that's been slapped onto the poster. Five Nights at Freddy's is a colossal, disappointing mess.  (April 6, 2023)

#Five Nights at Freddy's #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Emma Tammi #Scott Cawthon #Chris Lee Hill #Tyler MacIntyre #Josh Hutcherson #Elizabeth Lail #Piper Rubio #Mary Stuart Masterson #Matthew Lillard #2023 movies #2023 films

[arlechinav-blog]

Helpful guidelines for trancework:

Just some general suggestions. 1. Do not trance without a monitor. Have a designated trance buddy to watch over your body while you go on adventures. Bonus points if you equip your trance buddy with all the tools they will need to make their life easier. (Flat sheet, water, snacks, scented wake-up oil, medications you may need, etc.) 2. Do not touch or talk to the entranced while they are doing their thing. If it is important, talk to their monitor. No touchy without prior consent. 3. Establish a safe space to do your trancework on that is nowhere near that big ol' bonfire--or any fire. Use a rug or a large mat of some kind that you can feel the boundaries of with your eyes closed. 4. Take the time to talk to your monitor about your needs and have a plan of action for anything you know could be an issue. (Like asthma, allergies, medical conditions, or your rude ex showing up demanding to talk to you at the worst possible moment.) Minimize the unexpected. 5. Go all the way or not at all. Going into and out of an altered state repeatedly in the same night is just asking for pain tomorrow. Get in there and stay in there, you goof. You are going to give your whole body whiplash for a week if you keep playing with it. 6. Do not use a catalyst to achieve an altered state without the consent of the space/ other people involved. That produces a different kind of trance and the people who have to take care of you should have a say in how the rest of their night is going to go. 7. Do not invite yourself into someone else's trance ritual. Just because they are doing something that looks interesting, it doesn't mean they have signed up to watch over a complete stranger. The stuff below is not essential but it is still helpful and can make everyone's life easier. 1. Wear clothes that you can depend on. I recommend wearing trance whites--all white clothing picked out for the rigors of trancework. If you decide to trance out in something flimsy, do not be surprised when that article of clothing rips apart or abandons you. You can always bleach and blue your whites. This also identifies what you are doing to any onlooker who has an understanding of trancework and helps to nonverbally communicate intent. You have fewer awkward conversations that way. 2. Please do not try to do this. (See below.)

Respect the process, the skills, the gear, the commitment. There are a lot of moving parts to spiritual trancework and you will get way more out of the experience if you take your time and do the work.

Much love and good luck with your magic floppy time.

#trance work #ecstatic dance

[yuurivoice]

Hi! I don't know if this counts as profound but I got stuck in my creative feels so figured I would share. I create a different kind of media to your awesome work, but writing's still involved.

When I start out with a story idea, I often find it being completely derailed by the characters, the more I write them, the more I get to know them, until they eventually start writing the story themselves.

Does this ever happen to you? And if so, how do you stop them from running away with it a little too much?

That's a great question, and I've talked about it a bit before because it is definitely not the way I think most people expect writers to write, I think. lol So for me, BitterSweet is a great example of how sometimes I let my stories reveal themselves to me as I go. I may go into it with a rough idea and an outline, but BitterSweet started off as "Rival for listener's affection arrives in town, creates conflict, leads to two different routes people can listen to." and we ended up nowhere NEAR that.

As I was writing Seth's introduction to the listener, it was the first time I was sinking my teeth into him and getting to know him. Up until that point it was just "he used to do crime with Alphonse and he feels like he got sold out" but I'm big on motivations, set ups, and payoffs...and his arrival didn't have enough stank on it. lmfao

As I approached the "I don't hate him, I love him" reveal gears just started turning and ideas started flooding into my head and it was exciting. Writing, sometimes, is sorta like playing a rogue-like game for me. Never know what loot you're gonna get, or what is behind the next door. At least, when establishing the story and characters.

Once I got to BS3 I was much more deliberate and my process was outlined pretty thoroughly. I made some detours (background on Charlie wasn't planned, but people's interest in him made me pivot to an entry with the Al/Seth/Charlie story) and ran into some massive decisions, but those were all primarily choices left up to me vs. letting characters show me the way.

I don't think I've necessarily ran into any character running away too much, or straying so far off the beaten path I felt like I had to wrangle them. Even if sometimes it's inconvenient for me, they haven't led me astray yet! The issue I find is that sometimes I am too ambitious in scope, or underestimate the time and effort required to see things through to the end. Sometimes that's just on me being exhausted and struggling mentally, sometimes I just get bored, sometimes I need to move on to other stuff because of timing.

So, when I'm first learning a character and discovering what makes them tick and how they fit into what I'm trying to do they definitely get in the driver's seat for a while. Once they're well established in my head though, I'm much more likely to outline, write, perform, and post without having to make many adjustments.

Now, in terms of structure and plot, that also changes as I go sometimes. For example with the spooky season AUs, I outlined three parts for each boy, and basically after the first script in each I was like...yeah okay so this needs to be tweaked. It wasn't entirely because of character, more so I didn't really know what I wanted to do with those stories until I was in the thick of things. I might go in with a plan, but as I discover what characters really want to say, how they want to act, etc. it might not necessarily reflect what I thought the plan was. Thankfully it's never TOO far off from where we were trying to go, so it's just a matter of shuffling and planning. The AUs probably didn't help a ton because while they're familiar characters, they're also entirely different in terms of motivations and situations so I have to familiarize myself with them as if they're new.

tldr: Yeah I'm changing and adapting all the time to what the characters want to do vs. what I thought we were going to do. From little things to massive things like...oh, they were lovers, oh they were best friends, oh he nearly killed someone for him, oh he's terrified of who he was and has a shitload of trauma, oh he's healing because he's been shown unconditional love, oh he's learned how to show that love to others, oh they're like a little family now.

It's beautiful because it's coming right out of my heart and soul, rather than my brain. The deepest parts of me wanted to tell that story and I didn't even know. That's art, and I didn't even know I could do that.

[la-scree]

Let's Talk About FFXIV's Dancer Story...

For the few who know I exist and voted for this in the poll I put up, it's time to talk about one of the Jobs within Final Fantasy XIV: Dancer. And how...I really find the story horrible. Much worse than Paladin's.

Now before people start coming at me with 'but um actually's, I'm going to state this: I actually love Dancer. I've always been a sucker for classes and jobs who put focus on performance aspects. While I'm not a dancer, I used to sing in choirs and be in my schools' drama clubs. Yes, I was a Drama Kid but not the crazy batshit ones like you see on Glee. I just had fun with it. I also tend to main the Dancer Job at least when I play on Yua and anytime I really don't feel like doing much/my brain decides to go brrrrrrrr after a shift at work. You would too if you had to deal with face to face interactions. It's also great that I tend to think of great glams that would look good without the usage of mods and a lot of my glamour plates tend to be either casting or aiming involved. And yet despite all of this, I have strong feelings about the story. Negative ones.

But it wasn't always like this. In fact, when Dancer was announced during Fanfest before Shadowbringers hit, I was happy to know it was a Ranged DPS. I was going to level it first then hit the MSQ afterwards. And when I played it the first time, I thought it was alright and enjoyed it. Proudly sported the AF gear and paraded around (that's kind of a big oof there but more qualified folks can talk about that than me) But then...others started bringing up some issues they had with Dancer's story; about how the tone didn't feel right or the story was giving off a bad message. And this made me think because people weren't pulling this out of their asses, they were talking about points in the story that I myself had glossed over. Unlike how I was with Hien, blindly going along with the majority in saying how bad he was, I decided to replay the story on another character and really go through all the dialogue and story and see if they had some weight to it.

And they were right. Replaying it, I had started to get angry and really rip into it on the second go. It wasn't until my forth run that I could finally really get a good sense of how I felt. I still deemed it as the worst but I could word why a bit better.

So what is the story anyway? A group of dancers from Thavnair travel to Eorzea and want to 'bring succor'. The group, Troupe Falsiam, performs in Limsa and their leader, Nashmeira (looks like a prim rich lady) sees you and asks you if you wanna join them as a dancer and kind of psuedo guide around the realm so they perform. You also meet her protege, Ranaa, who feels like the genki girl that I swear if I didn't know better that she'd try and act like Tomo from Azumanga Daioh, and she's all happy that you're coming along. It's not until later, around level 65 that Nashmeira reveals that she was hiding something from you and the others: their journey was to stop a dance called the Totentanz from causing chaos and despair.

(On a side note, why the fuck is this dance and the war dance we know are German names and our attacks are French origin names when we don't get anything like it in Thavnair proper? Or was this a 'pull out of our ass and need some pretty names for attacks?' We'll never know.)

And where do we go to stop this place? Poor areas.

You heard me.

Nashmeira's idea is to go to poorer areas, dance for them, bring out a despair monster from it, fight it, and...that's it. Everyone should be happy for about five minutes while not knowing that it wasn't for show. So we're lying about it too? Oh goodie. It's here where I'm starting to see the tone shift/deafness of the story. Here's this conflict happening but what are you trying to tell the audience? A dance will make your problems go away?

In an ideal world, that would be nice but I bet if Nashmeira met and talked to a poor person, did her dance, the poor person is probably going to look at her and ask "It's nice and all but how is that going to help me get food/shelter?" In fact, during the level 63 quest, one of the troupe members asks her why poor people in particular while agreeing that both the common and higher classes should be able to enjoy dancing, it doesn't explain why specifically the poor. You find out later that 'poor folks are more prone to despair' according to her.

Bet during Endwalker, that line of thinking bit her in the ass.

Nashmeira: "Just trust me bro, it'll be fine."

Another point to this is that during the story, this is the only time someone kind of questions the troupe's leader. There's no one who looks at this in the story and questions why they're doing this and what will it help with. Again, no one speaks up and asks "Hey, how will this help me?" or even challenges Nashmeira or Ranaa's beliefs or about what they're doing. Hell, Counselingway from the Loporrits even questioned the Dreaming Ways in their questline. When a dumb meme rabbit does better than you, something's up.

The issue I have here is that Nashmeira isn't doing what she says she's doing. In order to actually stop despair, one has to look at the situation, figure what's causing the conflict, and try to stop it there. Some may say that what she and the troupe are doing are putting a band aid on but what good is it going to do if there's no result of the solution provided? They're not stopping despair, they're just only pretending to do so. It's even worse when some of the people they're trying to help are duskwights (level 65 she and the troupe actually see them as villains instead of people who need help and had them arrested by the Twin Adder and constantly demean them, calling them from rabble-rousers to nasty duskwights), those of the Brume (who have been going through some nasty revelations since the Dragonsong War ended), and those affected by the Garlean Empire's rule for over 20 years. It's heavy matters but it's just thrown off to the side like it's nothing. None of these characters have nothing to say about the meaning of despair, what a dance could do, nothing about how the art is connected to Thavnair outside 'we're from Radz-at-Han'.

Which brings me to another point as to why I say this story is the worst: the motivations of its main characters. Or rather, the lack of motivation. I brought up that Paladin is second compared to this and it's because at least a character had a motivation for picking up the sword: remember that kid from the 50-60 questline? He wanted to get stronger because his mom died. Still a shitty motivation but at least he has one. We never learn why Nashmeira or Ranaa chose the path of the Dancer. Why do they dance? Outside of this mission bullshit, we don't really understand these characters we're supposed to be standing by. While they try to give Ranaa something in the 80 capstone quest, it just has her go to Kugane. Just that and you and her dance together to let her make her choice. Why does she dance? Why and how did she get to come across the troupe? How did she become Nashmeira's protege? If I didn't play this questline four times, I would probably needed to google their names or just call them Rich Lady and Genki Catgirl. They're boring to follow and all I wanted to do was just move onwards so I could get Technical Step. I dragged my feet during my last playthrough because it was that bad.

To add on about the shift in tone, another reason I want to point out is that it was introduced in Shadowbringers. Given the idea of using emotions and finding ways to drive away despair, it should have been introduced in Endwalker. Not only that but it could have given more about the dancers' culture since we see a lot of Radiant Host members are in fact dancers. The tone of each of these expansion stories are different and it just feels like Dancer was just thrown in there because they already had two Jobs for the next expansion and in all honesty, makes me kind of sad. But even in Endwalker, we don't have any kind of lore or stories about the dancers unless you dig through a throwaway line during a small side quest in order to unlock another side questline. They just feel rather forgotten.

However, I think because quite a lot of people had feedback on it, and this is only a silly theory, the devs tried to do more within some of the sections like Thavnair's second half as the Palaka's Stand folk speak about what they learned from the gods or even Endwalker's Role Quests (minus the capstone); actually, those questlines address things I even brought up here like a conflict that's deep rooted within the community and steps to take to make it better besides 'kill the blasphemy'. You can't just fight the thing, you have to understand who they were, why they turned, what's the root conflict, and try to solve it. Some did it better than others but they tried at least.

And if you made it this far, congrats. You somehow survived my ramblings. And if you disagree and think that the Dancer Story is S Tier, then cool. It's ok to think that way. These are just my thoughts and overall, Dancer deserved much better because the potential there is great. But potential can only go so far. You can't solve despair with just a dance: you got to attack it head on and do something to ensure it stays at bay.

#ffxiv #ffxiv dnc #dnc story sucked hard #dnc #lita has thoughts

[daviddentalcare]

Top Reasons to Visit an Emergency Dentist in Guildford

The Unsung Heroes of Oral Health

Hello, Guildford community! Have you ever thought about what happens when you face a sudden dental issue that just can't wait? That's where Emergency Dental in Guildford comes in. Emergency dentists are the unsung heroes ready to assist you in times of urgent dental need. Let’s explore the top reasons why you might need to visit one.

What is Emergency Dental Care?

Emergency Dental Guildford refers to the immediate care and treatment provided for unexpected dental problems that require prompt attention. This can range from severe toothaches to accidents involving your teeth.

Reasons to Seek an Emergency Dentist in Guildford

Severe Toothache: If you're experiencing a toothache that’s too intense to ignore, it's time to see an emergency dentist. It could be a sign of something more serious like an infection.

Broken or Chipped Tooth: Accidents happen, and if you've chipped or broken a tooth, an Emergency Dental Guildford service can help. They can provide immediate care to prevent further damage or infection.

Lost Filling or Crown: If a filling or crown comes out, it can expose sensitive parts of your tooth. An emergency dentist can provide a quick fix to avoid pain and further damage.

Bleeding Gums: While some gum bleeding is normal, if it's excessive or doesn't stop, it's important to seek emergency dental care. It could be a sign of gum disease.

Swollen Jaw or Mouth: Swelling in the jaw or mouth can indicate an infection, such as an abscess, which needs immediate attention.

Knocked-Out Tooth: If you’ve had a tooth knocked out, time is of the essence. An emergency dentist in Guildford might be able to save the tooth if you act quickly.

The Benefits of Visiting an Emergency Dentist

Prompt Pain Relief: One of the primary benefits of visiting an emergency dentist is the immediate relief from pain. Preventing Further Damage: Quick action can often save a tooth and prevent the need for more extensive dental work in the future. Peace of Mind: Knowing that there’s a Dentist in Guildford ready to provide emergency care can give you peace of mind.

What to Expect During an Emergency Dental Visit

When you visit an Emergency Dental Guildford clinic, you can expect:

Immediate Attention: Emergency dentists prioritize urgent cases, so you’ll be attended to quickly. Thorough Examination: They will conduct a thorough examination to determine the cause of your problem. Treatment Options: The dentist will explain your treatment options and take immediate steps to address pain and discomfort. Follow-Up Care Advice: You will receive advice on how to care for your dental issue post-visit and information on any necessary follow-up appointments.

How to Prepare for an Emergency Dental Visit

Describe Your Symptoms Clearly: Be ready to explain what happened and describe your symptoms in detail. Bring Your Dental Records: If possible, bring along your dental records. This will help the emergency dentist provide the best care. Stay Calm: Try to stay as calm as possible. Stress can exacerbate pain and discomfort.

Preventing Dental Emergencies

While not all dental emergencies can be prevented, regular check-ups with a Dentist in Guildford and good oral hygiene can significantly reduce the risk.

Regular Dental Check-Ups: Regular visits to your dentist can catch potential issues before they become emergencies. Good Oral Hygiene: Brushing twice a day, flossing, and using mouthwash can keep your teeth and gums healthy. Wearing Protective Gear: If you play sports, wear a mouthguard to protect your teeth from injury.

Your Trusted Ally in Dental Emergencies

In conclusion, Emergency Dental in Guildford is an essential service that provides care when you need it the most. Whether it’s a sudden toothache, a broken tooth, or any other urgent dental issue, the emergency dentists in Guildford are there to offer immediate relief, expert care, and peace of mind. Remember, in times of dental distress, your emergency dentist is just a call away.

#dental #dental care #dental treatment #dentist #london #nhs #teeth #teeth whitening

[zylian]

So with unhinged zam, how does castle arc really go down ^-^

Like if mapicc knows what zam is really like why chase after him? Maybe to keep an eye on him, to not let him have an escape and go after mapicc somehow. It definitely would be advantageous for him but I'm curious about your thoughts

And does zam see it as a game like mapicc does in canon

Gaahh devotion duo but Worse :33

Castle arc hurts my brain- too many thoughts: (Rambling answer SORRY I got carried away!)

At the core of it, yes, Mapicc is keeping an eye on Zam originally because of what Zam may be up to.

Zam wants to play fair without dupes and so he forced Mapicc down to play fair. When the fighting was no longer fun he turned to fight his teammate to make it fun.

Unhinged Zams “fairness” is being on the same playing field which means no one uses cheats and plays within the rules. That’s the only way he has fun.

Zam knew it would make Mapicc mad, that’s why he didn’t bother talking it out on the nether roof. He painted his picture and made Mapicc a monster. When Mapicc first showed up to the castle, Zam said he felt like it was over for him. He said his last goodbyes and essentially said that because Mapicc found him he was going to be banned.

Zam expected it, yknow since Zam loves playing with death.

Mapicc witnessed Zam blow up new silvington just because Pangi found it despite all of his attachments to it just so he wouldn’t be a sitting duck waiting to die. Yet in the castle arc, Zam knows he’s going to die, Mapicc knows Zam is going to die and Zam chooses to stay.

Zam made Mapicc his enemy so his existence at that point was an issue Mapicc couldn’t ignore. Mapicc is always looking for Zam, it’s ingrained in him since he practically babysitted Zam in s2 so I think Mapicc realized he screwed up the second he found Zams castle.

Mapicc even accidentally messaged Zam “I think I found his base” whether accidental or not, even if he wasn’t going to kill Zam, Zam stayed there and Mapicc realized he expected him.

Despite Zam cutting ties, Mapicc knew at that moment if he didn’t do anything it was going to come back to bite him since Zam has a history of never giving up unless it’s with a ban.

Zams feelings are fickle. Mapicc knows this is what Zam wants and won’t give it to him. He also knows what Zams capable of if he ignores him. When Mapicc attacked Zam before they were even teamed, Zam geared up 5 ppl to attack back. Zam is persuasive, he has a reputation and it’s proven time and time again when other server members put Zam in a separate view than his teammates despite all of the stuff he’s done with them.

Banning Zam wouldn’t solve it if someone else would just bring him back and Zam would target him again so Mapicc couldn’t afford to let Zam get stronger.

Zam doesn’t think of it as a game. Zam takes everything seriously. To him he can find “fun” in anything so there’s no reason to play games. He just needs a good reason and that’s enough for him whether he’s winning or losing.

It’s why Zam got so upset finding Mapiccs room in the castle. Zam found out that Mapicc was going to keep him in this loop as Zams fun/purpose was slowly dying (Pearl dupes/time glitch popped up)

((Castle arc Zam says words but since his actions counteract it, his words aren’t true))

Zam made Mapicc his enemy cause there was never a day he wasn’t bored. His adrenaline was high and he thrived off of it. Zam only feels confident when fighting and when he fights against Mapicc nothing is guaranteed

I hope this makes sense-

So it’s always a game when Zams involved in Mapiccs eyes cause he can’t leave Zam alone without Zam causing something to happen that effects him and Zam doesn’t think it’s a game, since his “fun” is taking it seriously and Mapiccs existence is fun to him.

#zy rambles #zy ask #zy’s brain won’t shut up #zy concepts #zy unhinged

[movedtodykedvonte]

I think Toriel and Sans are really interesting characters because in Undertale they are the only two characters whose motivations are more self serving and less to make things better for everyone.

The entire set up and duration of Undertale was set during a time of stress and tension and grief and tragedy and no one was making good choices. Asgore waged a war on humanity which is implied to have been encouraged by most of the monsters and Alphys began experimenting on souls to essentially make monsters stronger. Everyone became okay with murdering a human child as long as it meant they’d be free and get justice. Undyne hated Frisk at the beginning solely based on their resilience keeping them from that. Papyrus liked us and was torn by a sense of duty and a sense of kinship. Mettaton was only in it for the views and to bring joy to the monsters. Despite them all playing a part in collecting the souls there was no malice. They all believed this is what they had to do, for different reasons albeit, but still with a sense of betterment for all of monster kind. The only two that fall out of this are Toriel and Sans.

Toriel, whether you like the phrasing or not, kinda gave up on the monsters and Asgore. It was too much for her and while that would normally be fair for her to want to go away, she was the queen, it is not a position you can just say “it’s too much” and go away from. Her motivation was herself and how she felt and not how this would further escalate tensions in the situation. She willingly or not, let six kids meet their demise because she didn’t want to involve herself once more and only changed because it became too much with Frisk. And while it was to finally protect someone, she still forces Frisk and uses hostile means to do so. Intentions where well meaning but her methods were undoubtedly hostile and self catering. It even takes her to the end to finally step in again as if she didn’t let that fate befall the other children she so easily could’ve saved. I also like to point out it took her so long that a few characters didn’t recognize her as the lost queen. Make of that what you will.

Sans knows something’s up with us and while in the pacifist route, I see no issue with him, it’s the genocide route that grinds my gears. Even with a promise to Toriel, he just watches you slaughter and maim monster after monster. He makes comments like he knows who/what we are but stays out of it for his and Papyrus’ sake. Even when Papyrus falls victim to us he doesn’t do anything until the end. It’s not his job to stop us but he clearly has the capacity to do so and does not do it sooner for rather self serving reasoning. He like Toriel wants out of it and it rather okay as long as it stays out of his general sphere. But even then he does little as if you only dust Papyrus he still doesn’t do much other than relocate to the ruins. He is just very inactive even if he knows the futility, he’s very complacent when it comes to the routes a lot of people suffer in.

Both characters represent avoidance and self serving acts in a unique way not many people cover. A lot of it is for their own good but inadvertently gets people hurt. Yet I rarely see them critiqued in this aspect.

#undertale #undertale analysis #utdr #toriel dreemurr #toriel undertale #sans the skeleton #sans undertale #toriel #sans #this is why I don’t mind them shipped together #they are both the perfect lack of action couple #no initiative lovers #high horse hotties #I have a more personal gripe with her but we can get into that in another post