#and i love his little crew that unfortunately didnt Make It

[aetherdoesthings]

hello! good night! i was scrolling down and i saw your post about requests... and i was going to ask if i could do one even though i didnt follow you before realizing you were the luffy angst writter!!! that i follow for that series/three-shot!!! anyways;

could you do something about a reader (f! or gn! reader, the one you prefer) getting a tattoo? (a tramp stamp to be more specific, if you can) with robin, shanks, luffy and crocodile? it can be platonic or romantic/suggestive! i had the idea of getting one for a little while and i couldnt resist the temptation of having some thoughts w/them...

thank you very much! i love your writing! 💖

elo aequarea! thank you for the compliment 🫶🏻🫶🏻! unfortunately i've put the luffy angst fic on hiatus until i decide to finish off y/n fate.

forethoughts: sickness update- i can breathe through my nose now! but i got a stupid cough and sore throat still :(. yes i'm still sick and writing with a migraine. thanks for all the wishes and lovely messages you've given me <3! going back to sleep after posting this.

notes: this is my first time writing for shanks and crocodile, so apologies if inaccurate or not good. all gn!reader, smut-ish for crocodile and robin.

Robin

When you told Robin you wanted a tramp stamp, she didn’t make any comments, and only wanted to know your reason behind it. She saw her fair share of tramp stamps back at her time in Baroque Works; she wasn’t shocked at the concept of it. She was rather intrigued at your desire to have one.

After learning why you wanted one, she grabbed her stuff, and took you to the tattoo shop to get one for you.

She knew you weren’t that good with pain, so the entire time you were getting your tattoo, you squeezed her hand, while she nonchalantly read a book. 

Robin didn’t care that her fingers were turning purple, she was reading her book.

She’d occasionally smile at you and give you some words of encouragement, squeezing your hand back before getting back to her book.

Once you were done, she’d coo you and help you recover, making sure it doesn’t get infected or smushed, giving you the best tattoo aftercare ever.

Once it was fully healed, she’d use it to tease you, brushing a finger over it, knowing you’re sensitive in that area. She’d tease the living daylight out of you in bed, making you cry out her name to stop the teasing.

Shanks

Shanks would first be confused by what a tramp stamp is, but once he digs into his memory, he remembers what it is and what it means.

He’d 100% want to choose the design or be a part of choosing the design because if he’s going to stare at it all day, he’d want it to be a beautiful sight.

As you’re getting your tattoo, he’s by your side, telling you a bunch of stories about his days on sea, trying to distract you from the needles poking into your skin. 

He ignores your cries and screams and his fingers turning purple simply by raising his voice over your screams.

Once you were done with your tattoo, Shanks immediately turned into a father figure, caring for you and treating your tattoo until it was fully healed.

Once it was fully healed, he’d always make sure to make a comment about it, especially in bed. He’d show it off to his crew and friends, boasting about how his partner got a tramp stamp for him (you did not get a tramp stamp for him).

All in all, Shanks adores the tattoo and loves it on your body, and maybe if you convince him with two bottles of alcohol in his system, he might get one too.

Luffy

100% when you tell Luffy you want to get a tramp stamp he’s gonna get it with you.

Boy doesn’t even know what it is, he just wants to match with you and get the same tramp stamp.

When it’s time to get it, he sits on the chair next to you, holding your hand to comfort you as you were both getting the tramp stamp. 

Little did you know he’d be the one squeezing the blood out of your fingers when the tattoo started.

For someone who’s fought a warlord and the World Government, he was squirming in his seat, waiting for the tattoo to end. 

Once it did end, he was thrilled and hyped, since the two of you got matching tattoos.

Oh, the poor Straw Hats who had to listen to Luffy yap about the tramp stamp and how it matches with yours.

Crocodile

Crocodile really didn’t care when you told him you wanted a tramp stamp. He was busy with his work, still trying to take down Alabasta and making sure it was a foolproof plan. 

He wasn’t also a fan of getting a tramp stamp, since he knew what it meant and he didn’t want the world to know his partner was associated with promiscuity.

He relented eventually, after you brought Miss All Sunday to join the argument, as Crocodile had no choice but to let you get the tramp stamp.

You went to the shop with Miss All Sunday, since Crocodile didn’t want to be seen with you inside a tattoo shop getting a tramp stamp, but he didn’t want you to go alone with you would be in danger, so he sent Miss All Sunday to go with you.

You got the tattoo with the woman, talking about some random things to pass the time. 

Once you were done,  you showed Crocodile, who initially had a strong reluctance in the tattoo.

But now that you got it, he was in love with the tattoo. He loves to use his hook to grab your waist, running the hook against your tattoo, loving your reaction and how it looked against your skin.

Yes he will use his hook to grab your waist while he’s pumping into you from behind and calling you a whore and living up to your tattoo.

#one piece #op #nico robin #nico robin x reader #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #sir crocodile #crocodile x reader #tramp stamps #aetherasks

[archie-sunshine]

Survey Says-!(Rodimus/EVERYONE)

Chapter 2: Feel The Beat(Rodimus/Blaster)

Rodimus is NOT bitter about the results of the crew satisfaction survey, in fact, he’s fully prepared to change! He’s determined to change his crew’s minds, and what better way to do so than to get to know them- in the carnal sense that is. 

There are no problems with this plan in Rodimus’s mind. There are many in Ultra Magnus’s. Magnus engages in some unfortunate(for Rodimus) damage control as head of Cybertronian Resources. Rodimus is not easily deterred. 

Chapter 1 Here! Read on AO3 here!

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FIC TAGS: Rodimus/Everyone(But y’know, not like. EVERYONE. Just a lot of various background characters and also more specifically with some others), Takes place post dark cybertron, but pre the whole ship disappearing thing and the mutiny, smut, Chastity, denial, Rodimus is a slut, Ongoing humiliation, HR Violations as comedy, Ultra Magnus is clueless, sticky sexual interfacing, comedy, sexual comedy, dubious consent (if you squint and tilt your head), contains illustrations

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Authors notes: I didnt know blaster very well before writing this, i watched some of the old g1 cartoon funnily enough, and it turns out blaster is a cutie pie and i love him actually?? beautiful boombox boy

CHAPTER TAGS: Rodimus/Blaster(implied rodimus/huffer, crosscut, kindle, siren, and rad), oral, blowjobs, sexual frustration, blaster's servos can vibrate, the most painful nut ever, rodimus continues to make bad decisions

Ultra Magnus’s little magnetizer trick had been dirty, underhanded, cruel, unusual, and downright sadistic(from a certain point of view). But it was also stupid, considering that as long as Rodimus still had one hole, by primus he was gonna use it. 

The only thing this horrible device had managed to do was shorten his one on ones. He was still going to give his beloved crew the helm of a lifetime, but without having to worry about chasing his own edge, it meant Rodimus was more inclined to get things done quicker. He had managed to check Siren, Huffer, Crosscut, Kindle, and Rad off his list in the two cycles following the incident, however there were some… adverse effects that these meetings were having on him. 

It was hard not to get at least a little bit excited when giving helm, and that became an issue in and of itself, as Rodimus’s array had started complaining more and more as he continued to deny its release. 

Rodimus stalked down the ship's hallway, faceplate set in a frustrated scowl as he made his way back towards his office. He felt like he was walking with a limp, which would have been fun and sexy if he was limping because he’d been spiked silly, but instead was infuriating… because he was limping from having to walk with a stupid fragging magnetizer attached to his overheated panels. 

The captain absently swiped at his intake, making sure there were no traces of transfluid still there from his ‘meeting’ with Rad. He was a bit shy, considering the captain’s ongoing predicament, but still managed to get a good overload in from the deal. It was getting harder for Rodimus to focus when he was giving out his one on ones, it felt like every encounter added new, angrier popups in his processor screeching for him to overload. His helm was swimming by the time he’d felt Rad finish, and it had taken the bot grabbing him by his finials and dragging him off to bring him back to reality. 

So there he was, pouting his way to his office, manually dismissing every one of the popups in his processor to clear his mind so he could think again. He entered the access code, cursing as he flubbed the code the first time and stormed in, letting the door close behind him. He flopped into his chair with an exhausted groan. He eyed the stack of datapads on his desk that he had been instructed to fill out and sign. They were supply manifests… he thought. He wasn’t entirely paying attention to what Ultra Magnus was saying that morning as he’d been considering the unpleasant flavour the aftertaste of transfluid in his mouth made when mixed with his morning energon. Gross. Rodimus chuckled to himself at the thought. Primus, that was fragging disgusting, he was fragging disgusting. He smirked to himself. 

He reached across the desk and tapped at the first datapad, propping his legs up as he began the daily slog through datawork. He let his optics go into skimming mode as he scrolled halfheartedly through the document. He had gathered it was some list of acquisition requests that the crew members had personally made, so he began signing off his approval.

A new shipment of high quality engex for swerve’s… approved

A bulk order of plating patches for the medibay… approved

A set of high quality wrenches for Brainstorm’s laboratory… approved

Rodimus shifted around a bit in his chair. 

A blank datapad shipment… approved

Replacement parts for the staff room vending machine that Megatron had accidentally broken… approved

It was impossible to get comfortable, he felt overheated without even being particularly aroused.

A palette of hover scooters… denied

Rodimus froze. He set the datapad down and glanced between his thighs. His faceplate flared hot with embarrassment. He was fragging leaking. 

It was a miracle that he hadn’t started doing so before he made it to his office, but all the same, around the edges of his panels he could see prefluid seeping out, making the tiniest little puddle on his chair. Rodimus let out a long, frustrated groan, letting his helm thunk against the back of his chair. This was humiliating. He reached for one of his drawers and plucked out a rag, quickly swiping at his panels and the seat before stuffing it under himself and getting back to work. 

Ping! Another popup at the front of his mind ‘Open Interface Array?’ 

He closed the popup. It wasn’t his fault he was in this mess! He was just trying to show a little gratitude for his crew! Some.. sloppy, sticky gratitude, but gratitude nonetheless. Interface was different now, it was purely a means to making his apologetic feelings known, letting people know he really could change. He’d do anything his crew wanted for their approval. 

He swallowed thickly. Anything they wanted… He recalled the servos gripping at his helm, the weight of a spike in his intake or the smooth mesh of a valve under his glossa. Oral was easy, Rodimus had plenty of time to practice in the washracks and supply closets of various barracks during the war. But this fuzzy, syrupy slowness that accompanied the denial of his own overload was something… new. 

He felt his fans starting to kick on. He willed them up higher, trying to blow off as much of the excess heat as he could. He refocused on the requests on his datapad. 

A new set of parts for one of the busted replicators… approved

A bulk order of glassware for the canteen… approved

… the rag was getting soaked. 

Rodimus slammed down his datapad and stood up. He quickly scanned through his itinerary for the day, confirming he had an hour and a half free before his meeting with the comms officer, before wiping up any visible prefluid around his panels and beginning to speedwalk towards the medibay. 

*

“What do you MEAN you can’t do it!!?” Rodimus shouted. He sat up a bit from the slab, only to get a firm servo on his chassis pushing him back down. “You’re Ratchet!”

“I didn’t say can’t, I said won’t, Rodimus.” Ratchet sighed out in exasperation. 

“B-but it huuuuurts, I’m dying here, I can feel my spark about to go out!!” Rodimus whined, rolling his helm back. 

“I know thats a lie, Rodimus, any discomfort you’re feeling is perfectly normal with a device like this, and I’ve received direct orders not to take it off without dire circumstances or reasons to do so.” Ratchet sounded like he was reciting something, it was likely that he was, considering who was the mastermind behind this whole wicked scheme. 

“Direct orders that I as captain-” Rodimus began.

“Co-Captain.” 

“WHATEVER! I outrank Ultra Magnus, I should be able to make those orders completely moot, right!?” Rodimus stared pleadingly at Ratchet, searching for some ounce of sympathy in his field.

Ratchet bit back a smug grin. “Not in cases surrounding Cybertronian Resourses violations. I’m afraid you’re stuck with that until Magnus decides otherwise.” 

Rodimus let out a pitiful moan, going limp against the slab. “I’m gonna die…” He whimpered.

“You know, as your doctor I would suggest that you find other outlets for mitigating this sexual frustration. Try to focus on your work, get a hobby, something to take your mind off interfacing until you get the clamp off you.” Ratchet began, carefully reaching down to swipe away the excess prefluid that had gathered around Rodimus’s panels during their appointment. Rodimus bit back a desperate moan. “But as someone who knows you, I understand that’s not exactly something you’re going to be able to stop yourself from doing. So I’ll prescribe you some coolant accelerators and hope for the best.” The medic offered an insincere, borderline malicious smile and helped Rodimus off of the slab. 

Rodimus glared daggers at Ratchet, clenching his servos. He let his processor wander, wondering if he could convince First Aid to help him out. 

“And I wouldn’t get any ideas about begging for help from the crew.” Ratchet had turned away, now gazing at a datapad and beginning to flick through it. “Ultra Magnus sent out a memo to the crew’s comms to let them know any interference with your ‘reeducation’ would be considered grounds for a week in the brig.”

Rodimus growled again. “... thanks doc, always a pleasure…” 

*

“So, just to be clear, theres nothing at all?” Rodimus asked, leaning helm on his servo. 

“Well, I wouldn’t say nothin’ at all, but radio signals have gotten sparse now that we’re back on our way, no urgent notices from Cybertron, some minor radio chatter from ships we’ve passed, but nothing terribly concerning.” Blaster explained, turning his datapad to indicate the waves coming in. 

Rodimus nodded inquisitively, shifting again in his seat. “Cool, thats good news, thanks Blaster.” Rodimus said. 

“... Yeah…” Blaster said slowly, looking the captain up and down for a moment. Rodimus squeezed his crossed legs a bit. “Listen, cap, I gotta say, uh… I heard about the whole… Ultra Magnus… CR violations… thing.” He said awkwardly, glancing away. 

“...Yeah. It’s not a big deal, I gotta learn to be professional.” Rodimus gritted out, failing to hide his adverse feelings on the whole matter. He was fighting to keep his field to himself, but it was clear that Blaster was seeing through it. 

“I did also hear about your… one on ones.” Blaster lowered his voice, putting the datapad away in his subspace. 

Rodimus perked up. “Yeah?”

“Well- Yeah, obviously, Roddy, you sent a comm to the whole crew about it.” Blaster chuckled. 

“The whole crew- except for Megatron and Ultra Magnus.” Rodimus corrected. 

“Yeah, listen man… I dunno if I agree with the whole thing Mags cooked up, I dunno if its the best like… plan? On your part, to go around slingin your array at whoever’ll take it…” Blaster glanced around bashfully. 

Rodimus frowned. “Where are you going with this?” 

“I mean you gotta know that actions speak louder than words, you gotta show the crew that you’re on their side, that you do stuff for their benefit, all that stuff- but!” Blaster kicked one of his pedes a bit. “Y’know, I wouldn’t say no to ah… what was it you called it? An ‘apology’?” 

Rodimus perked up again, slowly standing up from his chair. “Oh yeah?” Rodimus remembered the rag he’d stuffed on the seat and quickly snatched it up, covertly tossing it into one of his drawers while Blaster wasn’t looking. “Sure, I’d be happy to- Wait- You gotta promise me this isn’t a test or anything, like- Mags didn’t put you up to this did he?” 

Blaster shook his helm, expression melting into an easy-if slightly relieved- smile. “Nah- I figured you’d still be at this whole thing… heard some intel from some other bots… wanted to see if you’re all you’re cracked up to be.” 

Rodimus quickly denied his fans request to turn on, clearing his vocalizer. “Well, I guess I got time between my meetings… Have a seat.” He said, gesturing to his desk chair. 

Rodimus eagerly rushed to the office door, punching in the locking code as Blaster sat down. A lance of embarrassment struck through him as Blaster made a surprised noise. 

“Primus, Rod, you uh- heh- you a little worked up there?” His Comms officer chuckled. “Your seat’s a bit sticky-”

“ITS NOTHING!” Rodimus bleated out, face flaring as he trotted over and knelt down between Blaster’s thighs. “Just- just coolant, nothing else.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Blaster smirked, rubbing a servo over his own panels. “You’re sure you’re up to this, pal?” 

“‘Course I am, c’mon, we both got places to be.” Rodimus hissed impatiently. 

Blaster shrugged, exhaling a little chuckle before letting his panels open. Rodimus let out a relieved sigh at the sight of it, running a digit gently around the edge of his slowly pressurizing spike. It was that sleek, warm grey colour along the underside, red on the top all the way up to a yellow tip, with little triangular yellow biolights along the underside. Rodimus licked his dermas, letting his optics dim a bit. He almost went for it, before remembering what all these apologies were about. 

“So, Blaster, how do you want me?” Rodimus asked pleasantly, fighting to keep his voice from sounding too desperate. His optics flickered a bit when Blaster’s servo came around to rest gently on the side of his helm. 

“I’d love to get my spike in that mouth and see you work your magic, Cap…” Blaster breathed, letting his digits trace the edge of Rodimus’s lower finials. Rodimus’s fans kicked on without thinking. 

“A-” Rodimus cleared his vocalizer. “Alright, heard and listened to!” Rodimus said, allowing himself a pang of pride at his line usage when Blaster’s vents stuttered. He opened his intake, lolling his glossa out to lave over the tip of Blaster’s spike. Offlining his optics, he wrapped his dermas around the shaft, slowly bobbing his helm downwards towards the base. He laved his glossa slowly over the ridges and edges of Blaster’s biolights, allowing himself a moment to feel at the smooth texture of them. Rodimus hummed quietly as he worked, taking the spike two thirds down before leaning his helm back and drawing it slowly up to the tip.

Blaster let out a low, pleased moan, his thumb rubbing fondly at the side of Rodimus’s helm. “Ahhh, thats it… hah, you must be pretty glad you got sparked with an intake like this, huh?” 

Rodimus hummed lightly in confirmation, peeking up at Blaster coquettishly as he rubbed the tip of his glossa over the comms officer’s spikehead. A shudder wracked through Rodimus’s frame as the other mech moaned, low and deep in his chassis. He felt a lick of Blaster’s charge ground through him and tightened his grip on Blaster’s thighs. He started pumping his helm up and down, darting his glossa out against the underside of his spike and swallowing the growing flow of prefluid where it pooled at the back of his intake. Rodimus brought one of his servos up, wrapping around the base gently as he massaged the soft protoform there. 

Suddenly, Blaster’s grip on his helm shifted, now grasping the back of his helm and dragging him down further. Rodimus felt his optics glitch and reset, his gaze flicking up to the larger bot’s face. There was hunger in Blaster’s optics, deep and carnal, held back by a thin, fraying thread of propriety. 

Rodimus’s processor produced several popups at once, warning him of an obtrusion squeezing down his throat, demanding he open his panels, informing him his fans were working hard to stave off overheat. Rodimus gagged, feeling his optics glitch again, bits of charge fritzing over the bridge of his nose between them. He fought back as much control as he could, beginning to close out the popups. He was swiftly interrupted when Blaster’s spikehead slid readily back into his throat and his nose brushed against his panels. Rodimus let out a muffled whine. 

“Ah.. attabot, frag…” Blaster licked his dermas, a curl of steam escaping his lustful smile. “You take it so well, cap…” 

Rodimus’s processor screamed, overfilling with warnings and demands. That ounce of praise rocked him to his core, drawing a pitiful, staticky whimper from his vocalizer. He dragged his glossa frantically against whatever part of his spike he could reach. A bubble of intake lubricant dribbled down his jaw. He could feel his frame shivering with charge. What was happening to him? Giving helm had never had him this worked up before. 

Rodimus swallowed and began to move his helm again, relishing the slippery, undignified noises that filled the room. He sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks against Blaster’s shaft and earning another punched out groan. He could feel him start to twitch in his intake and moaned in anticipation. Blaster’s other servo reached down, curling around one of his finials as his hips began to stutter. 

“Ah- Primus- frag-! Roddy-” He gasped, his fans roaring. Rodimus strained to pull his helm back, focusing all his attention on Blaster’s tip. With a glitchy, choked out groan, Rodimus felt transfluid hitting the roof of his intake. He greedily swallowed down what he could, gasping in surprise as it escaped his dermas. Rodimus felt as though he was about to overheat watching Blaster stroke his spike, splatters of his transfluid hitting his helm and faceplate. 

Rodimus panted, fighting to close out the dozens of popups clouding his processor. He laid his messy helm against Blaster’s thigh, trying to get his vents under control. He could already feel his panels were overheated and embarrassingly sticky with excess prefluid. He absently pawed at the plating there, drawing his servo back with a pained hiss. 

“... Whoooooh….” Blaster breathed, clearing his vocalizer and sitting up a bit. “That was quite the show, captain, thanks..” He chuckled. “Oh- uh… sorry for- er..” He gestured generally at his face. 

“‘S fine… h..how would you rate uh… your…” Rodimus mumbled blearily. He noted Blaster was rummaging around his desk, but couldn’t bring himself to care. He offlined his optics and relished the feeling of a cool rag swiping the transfluid off his face and finials. 

“It was great, Roddy, thanks for helpin me blow off some steam.” Blaster murmured. Rodimus could feel the warmth in his voice and swelled with unfocused pride. He drank in the relaxation and fondness in Blaster’s field, wrapping around him like a warm blanket.

“Happy to help…” Rodimus wheezed hoarsely. He shakily got up off the ground, wincing as a thick drizzle of prefluid dripped from his panels. When he onlined his optics again, he was greeted with Blaster’s pitying look, optics focused between the captain’s legs. “D-don’t worry about me!” Rodimus said, attempting a confident and chipper tone, but unable to force the strain completely from his voice. “This was all for you, Blaster, see, I’m all about listening to my crew and rewarding their efforts.” 

Blaster chuckled. “Yeah, thanks cap.” He slowly rose from Rodimus’s seat, closing his panels up. “Just hate to leave a bot hanging, is all.” 

Please don’t leave me like this. Rodimus thought. Please don’t let me die of overheating.

“Nah- Not much either of us can do about it anyhow.” Rodimus waved a dismissive servo. 

“On the contrary, actually… at least- I think?” Blaster offered. “I dunno about getting that thing off you, but I bet I could get you an overload at least?”

Rodimus’s intake felt dry. “... huh?”

Blaster smirked, sitting back down in the chair. He patted his lap. “C’mere.”

Rodimus shifted uncomfortably, climbing backwards into Blaster’s lap and leaning against the other bot’s chassis. He shivered at Blaster’s servos on him, one wrapping around his slender waist to hold him in place while the other delicately hovered over his panels. 

“Might be a bit intense, okay? Just hold on and let me know if you want me to stop.” Blaster warned, finally bringing his digits down to hold Rodimus’s overheated panels. 

“J-just do it, please-!” Rodimus gritted out through a whine. 

Rodimus’s optics fritzed and rebooted at the first sensations of vibration on his panels. He let out a loud, surprised moan, half cutting out with static as the oversensitive protoform below his panels seared with pleasure. The vibration was intense, just dancing on the line of painful and pleasurable, heady and bassy and rocking him to his very core. 

“Feel good, cap?” Blaster asked.

“Aa-auhuh!!” Rodimus answered intelligently, bucking his hips against Blaster’s hand. His vocalizer felt raw, his voice breaking and cracking as he moaned out. 

“Keep it down- someone’s gonna hear!” Blaster hissed, upping the vibration as he did and forcing another desperate cry from Rodimus’s vocalizer. Rodimus’s optics glitched and flared as Blaster clamped a servo over his intake, silencing him only partly as he writhed and bucked in his lap.

It was starting to hurt now, his processor more full and garbled than ever as his array pulsed and throbbed in need. His optics flickered. Drool bubbled between Blaster’s digits. He could feel every bit of his plating searing against Blaster’s. 

Rodimus let out a pitiful, needy sob as the other mech’s servo squeezed his panels down tighter against his array. He was practically humping Blaster’s servo at this point, chasing that painful, burning edge as he dumbly whined into his digits. 

(go to my AO3 for the illustrated version)

Blaster kicked the vibrations up one more notch and Rodimus saw white. He was dying, he was crashing, he was overloading- Rodimus’s frame arched back, strung taught as a bowstring as transfluid poured from the seams in his panels messily over the magnetizer and Blaster’s digits. He shuddered and bucked and twitched as Blaster drew his servo back, curling back over on himself and grabbing the edge of his desk. Blaster carefully released his faceplate, a string of drool sloppily escaping his dermas as he let out one final, broken moan. 

Rodimus curled his hips forwards, drawing the desk chair in against the desk so he could rest his helm against it. His array ached, now sloppy and coated with his own transfluid beneath his panels. He could feel himself leaking copiously onto his chair, embarrassment pooling in his tanks as he heard it dribble off the edge of the seat and onto the floor. 

“Th… thanks Blaster…” Rodimus mumbled brokenly. 

Blaster patted his aft gently, carefully lifting the captain up enough to slip out from under him. “No worries, captain.” Rodimus felt a half wet rag hit his panels and hissed in discomfort. He let out a stringy whine as Blaster cleaned him and the seat up, leaving the rag on the arm of his chair. 

Rodimus lifted his helm up, watching Blaster unlock the door. “Keep up the good work!” He called after him, earning a laugh as Blaster walked off down the hallway. 

Rodimus sat back, examining the state of himself. That was truly the most painful overload he had ever had.

…

He didn’t like how good that notion felt in his processor. 

He didn’t like how good the overload had felt either.

“... This had better not awaken anything in me.” Rodimus muttered, before shakily reaching for another datapad to work on.

#transformers #my art #my fic #maccadam #transformers mtmte #rodimus #blaster #ratchet #valveplug #/nsfw #blaster/rodimus #VERY stupid fic #i love writing fics that are dumb #smut

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Errrrrmmmmmm my first time writing qsmp..... just a short drabble while i anxiously await forever and bads first post-purgatory interaction </3

Another lovely day on the QSMP server.

President Forever is out and about, assuring his presence around town. After the events of purgatory, the residents were left with scrapes and bruises, but not to their relationships.

Forever hadn't been around for too long, only waking up briefly for a few hours after the ship landed to drag himself off the boat and crawl into bed. This was the longest he'd been awake since, and he'd used his time to check on the eggs in the hospital, and make his presence known amongst the islanders that he had seen today.

Pac, Fit, Tubbo, the early risers. He'd briefly seen Phil earlier coming out of the hospital, he had spent the night in there sitting next to Tallulah and Chayanne's beds and was returning to his house in the wall. They had briefly stood to chat, "Have you uh... who all have you seen today?" Phil had asked him, looking nervous and a little tired.

"Hm... Tubbo, Fit, Pac, I think i spotted someone else earlier but im not sure, why do you ask?" Forever responded in kind, anxious to get to his son as soon as possible. "You haven't seen Bad?" Phil asked, he normally wakes up later on, but somehow he always knows when Forever's around, "...Nevermind, i gotta go, good luck!" He shoved off, gingerly ruffling his sore and healing wings as he went, clutching his backpack to his body.

An odd interaction to start his day, but Quesadilla island is always a little odd! Especially with the morning crew, weird happenings were pretty common! And anyway, it was quickly forgotten when Richas entered his view... his little egg..

no longer stone

Speaking of eggs, while walking along the path of spawn a soft pattering could be heard of little egg feet! Forever stopped in his tracks, surprised but excited to see which little one was running up to greet him!

A black top hat entered his view, circling around his feet. Forever laughed fondly, "Dapper!" he cried out, "You're here! You're alive how are you!" He waited patiently as the egg started scribbling on the sign, "MR. PRESIDENT!" she announced excitedly, jumping around at his feet.

"Dapper, my boy, where is-?" Forever started to speak before being interrupted by a familiar voice, "Dapper!" Badboyhalo called out to the little egg, chasing after them with his tail whipping wildly behind him, "What did i tell you about running off, dapper! I can't keep up, you've gotta be careful!"

Bad looked worse for wear, more so than usual. His clothes were stained in blood and dirt and mud, his cyan eye stared Forever in the face as if it were trying to commit a personal offense against him.

He was still beautiful.

"Ah, Badboy! How are you! You look like a mess!" Forever greeted him happily, dragging Bad into a tight squeeze. Bad Didnt hug back, as he usually does, but this time he seemed a little different.

Dapper was anxiously fretting around their feet, seemingly trying to get Forever's attention. Unfortunately for them, he was too preoccupied with his beloved at the moment. He held onto bad's shoulders, gripping him at arms length. Unfortunately all he got back from Bad was a blank but friendly stare, punctuated by a hard blink, "Hi! It's nice to meet you! Have we met before?"

Dapper stills at their feet, done placing frantic signs. Forever's blood turns to ice.

#qsmp #4halo #<- intended #short drabble

[sirwow]

Oo you like reading oo.. in addition of posting wraiths call intro I give you all the current pikmin character summaries I have with it tehe

Alt text under the cut for those who dont wanna zoom in on the images

Olimar

A Father of 2 and a reserved average man. Grew up in a relatively uneventful life but with a constant want to escape to the stars and see the unknown. His parents, while passable, admittedly instilled early ideals of how a good family should be and often normalized their fighting that seemed a bit more then most families but nothing he couldn’t get through. Jumped jobs after failing to pass biology in college and ended up staying at hocotate freight for 15 years. Eventually quit when pushed to his limits of risking his life.

Louie

A young, quiet and usually estranged guy with dreams of being a cook. Growing up he was immediately dumped with his nana as his father had him by accident and neither him or his GF really wanted to raise a kid as they were busy enjoying the prime of their life after highschool. Nana didn’t mind raising another darling but admittedly had some of her own issues that lead to some strange or sometimes even cruel ways of raising Louie. If he didnt help with something or caused trouble, he’d be locked outside to let off steam but often ended up walking off into the hill side for sometimes days at end. He only saw his father when he came by for more money from his dad. Hocotate freight was his 6th job after dropping out of highschool and the only one he held for awhile till quiting when he actually really did need money and was getting stiffed.

Koppites

Alph

An engineer fresh out of college now working with his best friend to try and make tech to solve the food crisis n help his family. Alph was born the second youngest in his family and though never being close to his parents, was very close with his two eldest siblings and studying under his grandfather Drake w/ Yorke. Upon his recommendation from Yorke and Drake, the capital of Koppai’s top college accepted him to get his bachelors. After 2 years he meets Brittany in a Bioengineering class and become fast friends. He starts to drive her to college and they get each other drinks. After graduating together they’re selected to be the assistants to a possibly world saving mission.

Brittany

A botanist with a hope to solve the world’s food issue with her best friend but finding herself constantly stone walled by officials. Brittany once lived the high life in Koppai with her well off mother, safe from the world’s famine. Unfortunately her mother fell horribly ill when she began college and passed shortly after, leaving Brittany to move in with her Aunt Bea and cousin Nelle. She had to grow used to her new life in a much lower end of the city and deal with her grief, being relatively lonely for the next 2 years. This is until she met Alph in college and found his willingness to push on despite his situation inspiring and became friends with him. Often calling him late at night to vent or meeting up on the beach at 10 pm to hang out. Eventually after graduation she was selected to be a team botanist on an incredibly important adventure

Charlie

A lonesome ranger with lots of fame for his adventures but little to show in friendships or any kind of companionship past his pet duck. Growing up an orphan, Charlie always yearned for love and found it In his orphan mate Don. Growing up they were best friends and the local trouble makers but with time and joining a government program together they turned from friends to something more. Together they became known as an unstoppable duo across koppai and eventually did several odd job government missions with Yorke and Nelle as their crew. Upon their 5th anniversary though, Don proposed to Charlie and his nervousness about their dangerous job got the better of him, saying no. Afterwards he couldn’t bear the broken heart eyes of Don, ghosting him for 2 weeks straight. When Don finally did catch him they had a massive blow out and broke up. Charlie continued his job as a ranger but now was completely alone for most all his missions. This was until he was asked to go on a important mission to a relatively unknown planet to save the world and the government officials wanted him to get to know his crew that would be coming with him.

minor chars

Penelope

A stay at home mother and avid jewelry maker. Though her husband Olimar is always away she does her best to take care of their kids despite feeling a bit neglected herself. As such she usually finds her own solace in small time jewelry making whenever she’s alone at home with nothing else to do. Due to a past with a mother chastising her and saying she’d never get some things in life, Penelope can make very impulsive choices when she feels she has an opportunity. This helped her meet and marry Olimar but also making some much more horrible decisions when finding his hidden stash of money. Olimar raked her across the coals for this once he got home n now she gives all her money she makes from jewelry back to him to repay slowly. She still suffers from impulsive behavior but in a better light like buying their kids nice things or taking olimar out as much as she can.

Terry

The first child of Olimar and a lover of creatures and the unknown. Terry has always had a fascination with creatures since he was 7 (as long as he doesn’t have to touch them) and since his dad’s adventures to pnf-404 he’s been longing to see it for himself. When his dad switched jobs though, their family had to make a move from Hocotate to Giya meaning a new home and new school for Terry. Terry had a friend group on Hocotate but now he’s become the punching bag for his love of biology and science. Things only felt worse after his dad left again for his mission so in a fit of spite (and stupidity) he decides to just sneak out on a taxi to see PNF-404 and surprise his dad. This to say the least did not go to plan

Lebe

The 2nd child of Olimar and princess of the house hold. Lebe being young and quick to please has always being the more social of Olimar’s kids. She was quick to forgive their mother aswell but her need to be perfect still remains after. She never liked hocotate’s small town she grew up in and has been in love with Giya since she set foot on their new home. Lebe became a popular new girl in class in contrast to her bullied brother but she thought it was just a older boy thing. This was until Terry left for school one morning with Lebe and disappeared from school and home after dropping her off. Lebe did her best to act brave in the situation like her mother but she can’t help but be scared for her brother.

Bulbie

Once when Terry and Olimar were walking home from school on Hocotate, a soft whimpering sound caught Terrys attention and dragged his dad to the bushes. Inside was a small pup only a few weeks old who seemed like the runt of the litter. Terry easily convinced his dad (as a dog person) to take the dog home to take care of. Penelope was already tired from having another kid to handle so she was pretty resistant about having a dog to worry about aswell but it slowly grew on her until she agree with Olimar to adopt the dog. Olimar named him Bulbie after the Bulbs (Hocotate version of a mushroom) like pattern on his back n has been a loving part of the family since.

#pikmin wraiths call #pikmin writing #pikmin au

[sunny6677]

RED GUY X MALE! READER

(YES IM KINDA HYPERFIXATED ON DHMIS shut it /j)

(I also hc that due to their little.. situation-- the crew kind of doesn't have a firm concept of what romantic love truly is.)

(And please note this is the first time I wrote a fic for DHMIS. I tried to capture Red as good as i could, so please be easy with me if I got him out of character at some parts. Thats just how I think he'd be showing affection.)

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In this silly little world, of silly little things; Y/N and his friends were having fun, playing loads of games and playing with strings.

Then the power went out, and gosh, oh no! Y/N was left to sit with Red Guy all alone.

The Duck and Yellow went out to go find whatever source of power they could use for a compromise, while Y/N and Red waited together in company.

The two friends were left together, coveted in the dark, making sure they were close but apart.

Y/N held his knees against his chest, and took a long breath. "You, um.. think anyone'll come by while were alone? Like those.. teachers, or whatever." Asked Y/N, looking up at the tentacle covered man.

"Well, you never really know, do you?" Replied Red, readjusting his position. "I.. I guess not?" Replied Y/N, averting his gaze from his red friend beside him. He out a slightly terrified groan as he looked down at the ground.

"Hey.. on the bright side, at least you won't be alone if one does come along." Red said, in an attempt to cheer Y/N up from his rather depressed look. He didn't want to seem as if he held no empathy for the shorter/taller man.

Y/N widened his eyes, slightly looking up. "Well, yeah.. I know.. i'm just worried about what they're gonna do to me.. or any of you by chance."

"Dont worry too much, besides.. unfortunately, I'll be here."

Y/N looked further at the now averted gaze of his red friend, and softly smiled at the little nervous twinkle in his eyes. "Heh.. I guess I'm grateful then. Thank you.."

A moment of silence passed the two friends, as the shadows still surrounded them, an empty void all around them and tangling them up. Y/N looked down at his lap, and then his hand. He was shaking. Yet he couldn't seem to understand why. Usually he was never this afraid of the dark.

"So, um.. when are you all gonna kick me out?"

"What?"

Red turned to look at Y/N, raising his eyebrow as if he didn't know what he(Y/N) meant by that. Y/N only looked down at his lap again, and his lips quivered as his hands shivered from the sheer embarrassment of asking that question washed over him like a big tidal wave.

"Well.. since you all.. don't seem to like me much, um.. I figured you were.. um.. all gonna kick me out."

...

A second of silence passed, and then Red spoke up.

"Well, we aren't ever gonna kick you out."

"R.. Really?.."

"Yes.. and i.. I don't believe we hate you either. As.. as a matter of fact, I suppose.."

He couldn't help but notice what appeared to be a faint pink form on his "cheeks".

"..I like.. I like your presence. I like.. I like looking at you. I like seeing you everyday. I like hearing you everyday. It's a shame, but.. there's a lot to like about you."

"Wha.. really? Um.. sorry for repeating that again, but, um.. wow. I didnt-- I didn't think you did.. erm.. sorry for interpreting it wrong, my fault."

"No, stop apologizing. You already do that enough.."

"Oh, um, sorr-- oh wait.. nevermind."

The two sat in silence again, for about a good few minutes. Y/N kept finding himself drawing his attention to Red no matter how hard he tried not to look at him. He, for some reason, was like a radiant sun to him. And he was the ocean below.

Y/N sighed. And did something to compensate for what he was feeling.

He then quickly scooted closer to Red. Red slightly glared down at Y/N, and only raised an invisible eyebrow at his sudden movement. He stared down at him like a telescope staring at a star intensely.

"Why'd you move closer?"

"I dunno.. uh.. I guess you-- you make me feel a bit safer. I-- I can move away if you want--"

"No. Dont."

"O-- Okay.."

A minute of silence passed. Y/N couldn't help but feel a gaze every now and then staring upon him, to the point where he sort of began to feel creeped out. He tucked in his knees again, and slightly whimpered.

It was a bit annoying for him to be like this. He wasn't as tough as the others, he was a little too soft in fact. He knew he should have gotten used to the world around him by now, but for some reason unlike the others, he just.. couldn't.

"Hey."

Y/N flinched curiously at Red randomly speaking at him.

"Look at me."

Y/N felt.. uncertain by this sudden request, but he felt it would be impolite to refuse, so he obliged and stared into the soulless eyes of the one whom requested of him do so. He felt his face warm up a bit.

The way Red was looking at him felt a bit different this time; usually his eyes would be devoid of all emotion and filled with endless sarcasm, yet he could seem to see an emotion he hadn't ever quite seen inside those black eyes of his before.

Red raised his hand, and Y/N slightly lowered his body, not having a clue as to what he could have possibly been about to do. He then felt the hand land on the top of his head, but in a soft manner. And then.. it.. began to rub. Gently.

He felt it go through the tendrils and seperate parts of his hair gently. He had to admit, it did feel a bit.. nice. Yet a tingly sensation ached in his heart; what was with this all the sudden?

"Um.. what are you doing?"

"...I don't know."

Silence.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No-- no.. keep going.. if you want."

He kept rubbing his hand along his hair, then slowly moved his hand to his face. Gently, he caressed his cheek while still staring at him with a longing glitter of emotions sparkled all across. He didn't know why, but he could have sworn he saw a big blush spread across his cheeks, even in the depths of darkness.

"What-- are you doing this for?" Y/N asked, staring at him.

"...I think i like touching you."

"Oh.. uh.. okay?"

He nervously laughed, as Red then moved his arms foward. He then felt his hand go in circular motions around his back, and he tensed, but his body relieved after a second. It felt calming.. but he still couldn't understand why Red was doing this.

After a while.. he felt himself be pulled closer by of course, Reds arms. He was embracing him now, great. But he couldn't deny it, a little embarrassing as it was, it was a comforting gesture. Reds hand went to his back again, and it rubbed in a circular motion.

As for Reds head, it gently lay atop Y/Ns head, as he left his eyes closed in the softness of the moment. Y/N couldn't help but lay his head on his shoulder.

"I don't think I've ever been this close to someone before."

"Is that why your doing this?"

"...a little, maybe."

...

...

"When.. when the power comes back on, you.. you wanna stay like this?"

"..yes, at least until they're back."

He didn't know why, but even in this moment, you felt as if something horrible was going to happen to him. But he didn't mind. He liked being close with Red. And Red liked being close with him.

He.. he liked Red.

#donthugmeimscared #redguy #red guy x reader #dhmis x reader #dhmis tv show

[lazulian-devil]

Sailing towards Retirement

A prompt that I took a little too literally. Have fun with this One Shot character perspective :)

Part 2 about snowdrops. Yup, thats it.

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Rasmus was a man of many qualities, but patience wasnt one of them. The wretched ship had been making good pace so far, but he would have prefered it not too. The faster they went, the closer they came to home and that meant that he was only a steadily declining amount of sea miles away from retirement. Really, they should have shot him on sight or never given him the option. One couldnt wait fast.

If anyone were to look at the man walking around in his rundown black cloak, with the friendly smile and the broken left hand, they might have assumed him a traveler. A white bearded grandfather, on the way to greet his first (or maybe even second) batch of grandchildren. At least they would have on any other ship.

On the Iron Fang, he looked as if his scars were evidence of a long life in piracy and his sword a promise that he wasnt willing to give that up so easily. A rarity that allowed him relative peace when wandering the deck. Nobody would have approached him anyways. He was Rasmus fucking Goldeye. The ghastly crew invited him to games and asked him to tell stories, but only when he wasnt in one of his moods.

Thats what he did nowadays. Wander the deck, look scary when other ships get intimidated, play some fishbone, periodically use the sword for his actual purpose or sit next to the cook and talk about the old days and every now and again find himself in a mood such as this.

He didnt want to admit it, but he was basically already retired.

His bones groaned when he moved and his voice thinned with the day. The ocean - his cradle, his home, but unfortunately not his grave - started to annoy him. Storms became nuisances, instead of thrilling battles with death itself. The pirate plays people put on in more boring stretches of the journey became overwhelming to him. His eyesight was getting worse and his hearing scrambled the words like they were omelettes. It annoyed him to no end. Above it all the guillotine of boredom that his retirement would be.

He should have died in battle, his blood mixing with the sea and his sword stuck in the throat of another person. The (now) worn out leather boots pried from his corpse, the jewelry taken from his fingers, his remains put into a bag and thrown overboard, accompanied only by the sobs of his friends.

They were all dead now, of course. Privy to the experience of dying a pirates death. Above all, it made him bitter. He knew he had been a lucky man, to live as long as he did, to have seen as much as he'd seen. But everyone he loved and had loved was gone, slowly fading from his memories, the outlines becoming blurrier by the day and the sorrow that followed heavier by the night.

He should be grateful. Instead, he stood at the helm of the ship, looking towards the island in the distance, chimney smoke dancing like little dragons above the houses. He might live longer than most pirates ever had. Rasmus spat into the ocean. What a useless achievement.

#writing #my writing #writer blog #one shot #writing prompt #pirates #sailing #pirate #retirement #prompt series #dnd character #dnd oc #dnd

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 21

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Buggy was really angry at you and you kind of felt relieved. You could handle an emotionally immature Buggy better than a calm and reasonable Captain. For a moment he hesitated, thinking if it would be wise to ask you to come back into his cabin and tend to your wounds. But you could feel how uncomfortable he felt with you alone in his room in this situation, so he sent you straight to the ship's doctor. You knew your chance of being together alone for a while would be gone with the action of yours, but you again showed him that you would not easily take commands if they seemed unreasonable to you. You again felt like the winner of the moment, but you also started to ask yourself which game you both were actually playing. As the ship's doctor carefully picked the glass from your skin and started stitching the bigger wound inside of your palm, the pain started to make you regret your actions. Yes, you had again acted impulsively and without thinking about what would happen next. You did exactly the thing that Buggy talked about - you acted without reconsidering your options and out of frustration. Just because you hurt yourself you would not be able to spend more time with Buggy, he would most likely confine you to your quarters and punish you with more avoidance for the rest of the day. You also saw something else in his eyes, when you smashed the glass - pure horror of the things you were able to do when you did not get what you wanted. You felt like a mad woman when you finally were released from the ship's doctor's care with some pain killers and the advice to rest in your quarters. You slowly walked back to your room as ordered and you felt pity for yourself and your reaction. The beautiful glass was such a thoughtful gift and you had destroyed it. You saw the other half of the crew getting ready for land, Mohji approaching you with excitement. “You are coming with us, Y/n?”, he cheers, not aware of your situation yet. 

“Unfortunately not..”, you show him your bandaged hand and his facial expression changes into worry.

“What happened?” 

“I slipped and fell on glass while cleaning the deck..”, you sigh over your own lie, “Can you bring me some fruit when you find some on the island?” 

Mohji passionately nods, he feels good being needed by you. 

Before you enter the hatch and walk to your own little room you can see Buggy emerging from the Captain's cabin. He is wearing his coat, his hat, and he carries his knives with him. He has decided to join the land team and you feel almost your heart breaking into pieces as he walks past you without saying a word. He chose to avoid you again. 

You lay in your chamber, the pain at your hand stinging now more than you actually had thought it could hurt you. You look outside the little window, the sun is finally hidden behind the clouds and it looks like it's going to be raining soon, matching your gloomy mood. You look around, too tired to nap and too agonized to rest, there is nothing in your room besides the dress and your sword, the beautiful glass which could have been a lovely decoration is no longer and you also know that this was probably the last time Buggy made you a present. 

You pout, you try to cry, you want to feel miserable. But actually you feel just empty. You feel nothing. As soon as your captain is not around you somehow feel numb, times seem to stop and everything seems to be deprived of life and color. When he was inside you the other day, when you felt his skin in yours, his sloppy kiss, the sweet taste of his lips - you knew back then that you really loved him. You didn't think when you tried to confess your feelings to him. And maybe that was too much - you didnt know him well enough to fully love him now. But whenever did your feelings make sense before? And what right did he have to command you what to say and what not to say? You close your eyes, trying to ignore the pulsating pain in your hand. You want to get up, run after him and join the land team. But you have disobeyed him already today, you are scared to go further than that. 

After a while of torturing yourself with regrettable thoughts you finally drift into a deep sleep. 

It must have been night when someone is banging harshly at your door, waking you up from your deep slumber. You almost fall out of the hammock as you try to reach for your sword, but before you can even attempt to defend yourself the door is pushed open and Cabaji stands in the frame, his long scarf carelessly bound around his neck. “Sorry for waking you, Y/n. I want you to come with me.” 

He sounds harsh as always, you haven't made friends with him yet and you wonder if he will ever overcome his distrust in you. 

You get up,grabbing your sword, your heartbeat slowing down again, seeing that no danger seems to be imminent. 

“What happened?"

“The landteam hasn't come back yet and they agreed on time and Mohji and I are thinking of following them to check that nothing went wrong.” 

You gasp in surprise. The land team not back? Was Captain Buggy okay? 

“You want me to come with you?” 

“That is the plan, we need some skilled fighters since this seems to be an unpredictable situation at this point.” 

You nod and follow him on deck. It is pitch black outside, no moon and the air is heavy from the rain which soon would fall. 

Mohji looks at you in anticipation. 

“Can you really come with us, Y/n? Aren't you hurt?” 

Cabaji looks at you in surprise. “Is that the reason you stayed here?” 

“Its nothing big. Just a cut in my right hand. I can still fight with my left.” 

They both accept your explanation and hand you a torch. We will stick together, not only because it is dark, but also since we do not know what awaits us. Cabaji goes first, you in the middle and Richie and I will be the tail of the group.

“And if we cannot find them?”, you ask but both of them cannot answer. You can see from their faces that “not finding them” was not an option. 

“All right then!”, you smile and hold on to the torch tightly. Cabaji takes a rope and swings from the ship on land. You follow him, holding the rope carefully with your right injured hand, feeling another stinging pain as you land on the solid ground. You have experienced worse, so you just clench your teeth together. The last thing you want to be is a weakling after you deliberately hurt yourself. You are still relieved that neither Cabaji nor Mohji know the circumstances of your injury.

With a leap of faith, Mohji and Richie plunge from the ship into the unknown depths of the forest, and you follow suit, armed with weapons and torches. The darkness that envelopes the surroundings fails to evoke fear within you. Few things have the power to unsettle your resolve, especially in this moment of concern for your captain's well-being. You march forward, undeterred by the eerie atmosphere, driven by a determined spirit to locate and reunite with your leader. You can hear strange animal sounds from the forest, yellow and red eyes blinking out of bushes. But having the massive lion behind you helps you to feel safe. "Which direction did they just go?" you ponder aloud, your voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"If I were Captain Buggy, where would I go?" Cabaji muses, his thoughts echoing your own.

"Somewhere with a hidden treasure!" Mohji exclaims cheerfully from behind, his excitement palpable.

“But how would he know where to find a treasure?” 

“If he had a treasure map!”, you suggest and realize you all just kept talking to avoid the black and dark silence of the forest around you. 

“Did he take a treasure map with him?” Mohji comments from behind. 

“Not that I am aware of.”, Cabajis response from the front. "So, if I understand correctly, we don't have a plan and our only option is to wander through the darkness?" you summarize, a tinge of uncertainty in your voice. 

As your words hang in the air, both Cabaji and Mohji pause, their expressions mirroring a mixture of surprise and realization. It dawns on them that perhaps the absence of a concrete plan was, in fact, the plan all along. Letting out a sigh, you take a moment to assess the situation. With the recent rainfall and the imminent downpour, the moist ground offers a glimmer of hope. You turn to Cabaji and offer him to take the lead - you might be able to identify steps or traces on the ground. 

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #long fanfic #nanowrimo 2023 #long reads

[myhauntedsalem]

A gravedigger/ groundskeeper shares his stories and experiences on the job

Sometimes spooky crap happens that you just cant explain. A man walked up to us as we were throwing the canvas over the dirt trailer and commented on how beautiful of a resting place it was. We assumed he was a part of the family that was currently holding visitation and told him we were sorry for his loss and agreed that it was a beautiful spot. Later on, when the crew walked through the funeral home to get to the lounge for lunch, we all saw the picture they had set out for the guy that had died. It was the same man that had just came to the burial site a few hours before. He didnt have a twin, and no one else in the family looked that much like him. That kind of crap stays with you. Chills you to the bone.

Sometimes spooky crap happens that you just cant explain. A man walked up to us as we were throwing the canvas over the dirt trailer and commented on how beautiful of a resting place it was. We assumed he was a part of the family that was currently holding visitation and told him we were sorry for his loss and agreed that it was a beautiful spot. Later on, when the crew walked through the funeral home to get to the lounge for lunch, we all saw the picture they had set out for the guy that had died. It was the same man that had just came to the burial site a few hours before. He didnt have a twin, and no one else in the family looked that much like him. That kind of crap stays with you. Chills you to the bone.

The only other time this happened to me. I was cleaning off some headstones and cleaning up the grounds when a little girl caught my eye. She was playfully wandering around and looked happy. But I didnt see any adults around so I figured she had wandered outside from the funeral home. I took my gloves off because I was about to go on break, and figured I would ask where her parents were on my way to the building. I turned around and set the gloves down. When I turned back around, she was gone. A few weeks later, I helped set a picture plaque onto a headstone, and it was 100% the same little girl I had seen. Again, another thing I can never explain.

If a grave is sloping down a hillside or sinking too much, we get permission to move them to more level and stable ground. This particular grave was one of the first that had been in the cemetery, and the dates read april 1871-august 1877. Back then they buried their dead in pine/wood boxes. We had to move this grave as it was in a bad flooding spot on the grounds and just kept sinking further down every year. When we got to the coffin. The top had caved in and you could see the remains of the little boy curled up into a ball. That gave me chills like nothing else. We figure they unintentionally buried him alive, and when he woke, didnt know what to do, and eventually just curled up in a ball and died. You could see his little skeletal hands wrapped around his knees. I’ll never forget that. Turns out this guy was pissed that he was left out of the will, and came to the cemetery to show his disrespect to his grandmothers grave. I dont care what that person did to you. If you try to kick anyones headstone over, im kicking you in the nuts and calling the cops.

Unfortunately, this happens more than you would think. We started the morning mowing the grounds. I went to mow the far end of the grounds first, but stopped when I noticed a person laying at the edge of the woods. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the person had committed suicide (gunshot to the head) they did find a suicide note, but we never learned why he did it there. I assume he lost a loved one and just wanted out of the pain. Or maybe wanted to make sure he was found by someone other than family. Makes you sad, man.

Good ol’ Don. He’s a nice guy. He brings the crew lunch some sundays.

Because every sunday, he and his wife would go out to lunch after church. He is there every Sunday to read to her from the Bible and put fresh flowers down. He’s a sweet old man and has been coming there every Sunday for as long as I’ve worked there. he tells us stories about their life together and gives that sad, longing kind of smile when he’s done. True love man. You cant deny that good ol’ Don was truly in love with Mrs Margie.

This one freaked EVERYONE out. A teen who had been killed in a car accident (19 I believe) was being lowered into the grave when we all heard a thumping noise coming from inside the casket. You could of heard a pin drop it got quiet so fast. Of course the director Re-opens the casket. Turns out the family buried him in the jacket he was wearing in the accident (dont ask why, i dont know) and the thumping was a ringtone he had set for an alarm that day. They had been looking for his phone, and somehow the battery had lasted the whole damn time, but the phone was on silent. That is, until his scheduled alarm went off. The mother almost passed out, because she thought her son had come back to life or something. It was really heartbreaking to witness.

Not sure if its teens being stupid or if people actually perform rituals to try to bring people back or are doing some other crazy crap, but we clear off at least one grave a month.

So, again, on the other side of the cemetery is where most of the early graves are. And it floods a lot over there. Another grave started sinking and sloping to one side of the hill. Same case with this woman. We hoist the wood box up and the lid slides off the top. And to our horror, there are claw marks. And I mean tons of them, on the inside of the lid of the coffin. This poor lady was unintentionally buried alive around 1900, had obviously woken up buried alive, and tried like hell to get out, but she didnt. Another one I’ll never forget.

#gravediggers #haunted locations #haunted cemeteries #paranormal #ghost and hauntings #ghost and spirits #ghosts #spirits #haunted salem #myhauntedsalem

[spacedlexi]

If you could make one change to TWD s4 what would it be?

a 5th episode. the whole season felt pretty rushed especially the final episode with it being an hour shorter than the 3 other eps. it wouldve been nice for it to get the breathing room it deserved. i understand its highly likely due to the fact that telltale was in the middle of going under and likely didnt have the budget to do it similar to the length of s1, and i know a lot was cut, which is really unfortunate

when it was still airing and we didnt know how it was going to end, i was expecting there to be about a full episodes length of time dedicated to the delta, but we really only get the raid at the end of ep3 which is about 30? ish minutes? out of a 2 and a half hour episode... i really wanted more delta. i wanted to know more about the actual base (not the boat) and the war they were fighting and with who. it felt like they set it up to be something bigger but it just never payed off? the kids just blow up the boat and go home lol and the delta group is no more quite easily (someones gotta be wondering what happened to an entire crew of people + a small ferry that took multiple horses with it plus weapons and ammunition, that left to find recruits for a war they were losing??). while i really enjoy the end of ep3 (its very intense), i Really wanted for the delta to be harder to fight/escape. the delta works Fine as an antagonistic force for s4 the way it is currently, but it couldve been fleshed out more. having lilly as the head of it (or at least the head of the expedition?) helps to give it more of an emotional impact but it still left me wanting...

in the beginning of ep 3 abel talks to clem about doing whatever it takes to protect his home/family (and how clem can relate to that, and how they are on opposite ends of the battle still fighting for the same thing). i wouldve liked to actually SEE more of this home and whats so worth kidnapping children and turning them into soldiers to fight for it. like they talk about how it actually seems like a pretty strong community with running water/food/heat/beds/walls/etc, like they try to make it a little bit of a grey area, but also they are making child soldiers which is...not very grey.... like we know theyve kidnapped kids in the past, and from the conversation with lilly it sounds like they take people of all ages with some sort of frequency. how does a group like that function? its definitely through fear and not loyalty. how many people are there willingly? how big is this community? is lilly the one in charge of the delta or does she also hold fear to someone higher up than her? is the only thing worth saving about this community the fact that it has created a "safe" place with bountiful resources? but is that worth saving/is it really safe if everyone there lives in fear? and how strong can a community actually be if ran only through fear?

these are not questions that are ever really asked let alone answered, and moreso are just given the middle finger to while the kids just focus on getting their friends back (which in fairness i guess still makes sense for a bunch of kids who dont care and are making their own community built around supporting/helping each other since they were all abandoned by the people who were supposed to take care of them (first their families then the school faculty). they dont give a shit they just want their friends back and fuck you die). it just feels like there was an Attempt to set something up, but they didnt have the time for a real payoff, and therefore just made them Evil... like we couldve put a little bit more of a focus on how both the delta and ericsons are fighting for the safety of their homes, but the delta is built around fear and force while ericsons is built around community and support and love

minnie is the most interesting part of the delta and its because of how conflicting she is as a character/how shes an example of this stark difference between ericsons and the delta, since she goes from being a supposedly sweet/non violent person at ericsons to being completely brain broken by the delta to the point that she kills her sister who dissented against the group. sophie wanted to go home to ericsons, minnie was brainwashed into fighting for this new community to the point she saw it as her new home, and wants the rest of the kids to be there with her, since she thinks its safer for them at the delta than ericsons as long as you "do what youre told", and she wants to kill clem because she sees her as getting in the way of this goal even tho the other kids dont want it either. AGAIN there are bits of set up here and there but the contrast between the communities feels more like a good/bad dichotomy instead of asking interesting questions

LIKE all of these aspects ARE THERE i just wanted them doubled down on a bit. with how vaguely bad the delta is they just feel like generic villain instead of something more interesting that had been alluded to with abel and how hes also just fighting to keep the home he cares about safe. again we only get about?? an hour? hour and a half? in total throughout the season dealing directly with the delta. they couldve used more fleshing out

and to completely change the topic if we got a little more time in s4 then the party scene in ep 3 wouldnt have been cut down lol. i think kent confirmed that there was supposed to be a chance to walk around and talk to everyone, but you can just tell since the camera pulls back like it usually does when you enter gameplay after a cutscene, but then it just cuts to another cutscene 😔 every time i play it makes me sad knowing what could have been. i feel like with the atmosphere of having "one last party" before everyone could possibly get taken/die in like 6 hours wouldve led to some interesting conversations

#OOF didnt mean to ramble on about the delta like that............. but i really wanted the delta to be more fleshed out and it just...wasnt #and they ended up being pretty flat when they had the potential to be pretty interesting #and couldve contrasted ericsons more obviously instead of only being lightly touched upon #twdg #replies with lexi #incognito #long post #sorry for the essay 💀 #like i was expecting a big climax with the delta but its over pretty quickly #SORRY im sure this post is slightly incoherent i rambled too much and now im too tired to edit it into something more concise #*gestures vaguely* you get what i mean #hoo boy....this is long...........im sorry for doing this to your dashes #im posting this now before i keep adding more #ive already deleted about 3 paragraphs #👀💦

[arillusionist]

s&b s1 ep 4 live reaction!! i didnt have time to watch an episode yesterday unfortunately 😞

hm i thought she was writing him letters?? maybe she wrote them but didnt send them

so shes writing him letters and not sending them and hes writing her letters but not sending them?? i think?? im confused

love how she doesnt rlly treat him like a general and js treats him like hes some annoying guy 🔥🔥

inej looks so done with everything im cryinf 😭😭😭

his smirk!! book accurate kaz is here please let his sarcastic side show 🙏🙏

jesper is so dramatic and for WHAT

ugh not to be mean but everytime non crows come on screen i get so bored

i need them to show zoya she interests me

how the hell is hitting alina supposed to make her powers work 💀💀

WHAT IS KAZ WEARING LMAOO

I CANT STOP LAUGHING

inej is so cool the coolest this is why shes my favorite

eating up my 2.2 seconds of kanej banter 🙏🙏 inej definitely knew it was him lmao

nina mention whoo!!! they better actually show her

i need this conductor person GONE he keeps acting like hes part of the crew but hes not and we all know it

NINA IS SUCH A QUEEN I LOVE HER 🔥🔥🔥

"that you kill us. every chance you get" DAWG HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF

lmfaoo now kaz is the one who looks so done 💀💀 the side eye is crazy

NOT THEM SAYING "SHUT UP JESPER" IN SYNC #relationshipgoals 😍😍 (i think i watched this scene like 10 times)

"friends" Shut up

THE FUCKING EYE CONTACT I CANNOT BREATHEEEEE

THE WAY THEY NEVER TOOK THEIR EYES OFF EACH OTHER NOT EVEN ONCE!!!!!

I LOVE THEM 😭😭😭 SM 😭😭 another scene which i watched 10 times

but also "friend"?? inej babe stop lying to yourself

HELP NOT KAZ GLARING AT EVERYONE WHOS ADMIRING HER 💀💀

"i'll make my own way" haha you just have no talents

YEAH ALINA PUNCH THE SHIT OUT OF HER SHE DESERVES IT!!!

ah so that explains the matching scars. interesting

oh my god this scene makes me so uncomfortable... LIKE GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!! GET A JOB 🗣️🗣️

and the way he literally dragged her forward?? weirdoo

mals little bro pal dudes are so boring and annoying who even allowed them to get screen time 😐😐

YESSS alina finally stopped pining over mal i mean im not opposed to the ship or anything but like. really all she did was talk abt him

i feel a teensy bit bad for mal tho 😭😭 like shes ready to get over him but hes not over her

wait but mal punching the quartermaster was so real... i feel a little more bad for him now IM STILL HAPPY FOR ALINA THO!!!

Oh damn when i said mals friends were annoying i didnt mean i wanted them to die ... 💀

EXCUSE ME WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS OVER?? WHAT ABOUT THE CROWS WHY DIDNT THEY SHOW UP AGAIN 💔💔

i think im getting a little more invested in alina's storyline now!! which is good

#shadow and bone #grishaverse

[ohnoanotherficblog]

HOW SPIKEMUTH GOT CIVIC INFRASTRUCTURE

Chapter One: Fuck that Evil Fairy Godmother

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dumb fic i had a idea for while playing pokemon sheild. hope you enjoy

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CWs: Gambling, Alchol (in good fun but still) also im on mobile so long post

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While the Galaran Gym Challenge tournament is indeed the greatest gaming event in the Galar region, there is one little known event known to precious few amoung the high elite of Galar that also does hold the same amount of joy, nay, jubilance: Gym Leader Poker night.

Held usually in the castle of Hammerlocke, the game was full of shouting, cursing, Piers's karaoke machine, and usually, a little too much booze.

Unfortunately for today, Raihan had business to attend to, and no one else wanted to do it. So the others all drew lots, and naturally, Piers had to pick the smallest.

Better of this way. Raihan usually wipped the floor with everyone but Opal, Alister, and Piers anyway. Really, the game was mostly for a game of competitive fun, and so Melony and Nessa could have their own little side mission of passive aggressively seeing whos cocktail recipies were more well liked.

At any rate, game night was on in Spikemuth. And it had been a LONG time since Piers had visitors.

Everyone seemed a little uneasy coming in. Milo offered to help clean the place up, which Piers said was a very sweet offer, but him and his flowers would grow better anywhere else. Melony and Nessa did not comment, but Nessa's stupid, snotty little face said everything. Kabu started a lecture, which in turn almost started a fight, until Melony came with more booze. Opal took every penny that night, and at the end, Piers could not be more glad to be rid of everyone.

He journeyed back to his home and kicked off his shoes, and snorted. Ugh... everyone was so overbearing. And Opal looked so intense all night, no wonder she took home everything. Like a terrifying fairy godmother, that woman.

Piers snorted to himself as he undressed down to an undertank and boxers. How many years of being co-workers, and the old hagbag hadnt so much as visted? what a joke. She could get lost for all he cared. He didn't need to give her the satisfaction of being terrifying, even in his head. The witch was probably more scared o 'im!

Thats when he heard a knock on the door.

"Look, whatever you're selling, I dont want it," he called back through the doors, turning on his TV. The doorbell rang, and he rolled his eyes, than froze.

He didnt have a doorbell...

"Okay. Who is it."

"Its me," came Opal's voice. "I have something for you."

"Whatever it is, I dont want it. Scram."

"Dont make me break down this door."

"Don't make me call in my crew."

Suddenly, her tone shifted dramatically, from fairy godmother to angered unseelie.

"Listen, punk, if you dont open this door, I will insure everything you know and love is pink and glittery in a way that hurts your eyes for the next several months."

Piers side, internally unnerved. His eyesight was badly adjusted as it was...

"Fine." Piers opened the door. The wench was standing on his porch in her elegant poker attire, staring at him intently. In her hand she held a throughly too decorated envelope.

"For you. Tonights poker winnings. Use it to better your city, or else I'll make things needlessly complicated for you. Paperworks. Audits. The whole shebang."

Piers looked at the envelope, seething with rage.

"Ill kill you for this. I need you to know how dead you are."

Harmless fairy godmother again.

"You wouldn't hurt a sweet old woman whos just trying to help, would you?"

"You're a menace."

"And you're a punk who needs to clean up his city."

Piers really didnt know what to do, so he growled. She chuckled, and left.

Stupid, Civic serving, kindly old witch.

#pokemon #pokemon sheild #spikemuth #gym leader piers #gym leader opal #cw alcohol #cw gambling #long post #fanfiction #fics #pokemon fanfiction #writing #writeblr

[republictrooper]

So. This episode, huh? I think I may call this the first time SNW genuinely misstepped for me. While I appreciate a good bit of scifi horror. I feel like the main plot especially fell into the trap of just... not trying to be Star Trek like other episodes have. Like, it’s hard to articulate. Maybe the best way I can put it is, It felt like they leaned way too hard on the worst aspects of Nu Trek: Brainless action, irredeemable villains, characters acting to what the plot needed rather than staying true to their characters.

The Good:

Pike cooking breakfast for the crew will FOREVER be my favorite thing. Just... that sense of family and togetherness that has always been Starfleet at its best, combined with Pike’s IMMACULATE Dad energy? I mean, come on.

It is a little silly that he knows about station wagons and family roadtrips when we dont even make station wagons anymore in 2022 AFAIK, but again. IMMACULATE Dad Energy, so I’ll let it pass.

Hemmer’s advice to Uhura, and Spock dealing with his Human side were both excellent set-pieces I imagine will pay off in spades in future seasons. I appreciated how it deepened Spock’s struggle with his humanity and his and Christine’s relationship on the one hand (I cried when they hugged at the end, ngl), and revealed more about Uhura and why she stayed in Starfleet after all.

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The... Eh?

I think in the end though I loved Hemmer and would have liked to see him stay, I appreciate that his character arc was clear and well defined. We got his talks with Uhura that offered insight into his character, into what he believed and why he stayed in Starfleet, and understood how his ending was used both to demonstrate that facet of his character as well as move forward development for other characters, especially Uhura and Spock.

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The Bad

I understand Sam Kirk wasnt necessarily really fleshed out before now, but like, previous appearances in this season at least showed him kind, adventurous, and brave. So making him the guy who breaks down and gets angry seems like a weird choice. Maybe getting knocked out by the egg affected him more than they showed us? Besides, getting angry and weirded out by Spock’s lack of emotion is MCCOY’S job.

Maybe this is why Spock never let on he knew about George? Just kinda didnt like the guy after he was a jerk on that one Gorn planet? If nothing else between getting knocked out by the egg and letting his emotions run wild here, he seems pretty obviously better suited for lab work, that’s for sure.

I’m also not completely sure I buy the way La’an was. Just went from angry to angrier, then suddenly “gotta help this girl,” I really didn’t follow her? If I didn’t know any better, it almost felt like an excuse to get off the show by making Oriana an easy excuse. Which seems weird, because Chong is a great actress and La’an, despite being burdened by a bit too much “LOOK SHES CONNECTED TO THAT BELOVED CHARACTER” type backstory, had potential. Hopefully we see her back sooner rather than later in  Season 2?

And then, whew. The Gorn, huh?

I mean, on one hand, I appreciate alien races that are more... alien. How would a Parasitic race that must lay multiple eggs in a living host, and apparently mutates to “egglaying” age in mere weeks, survive and propagate the race once they became sapient? What traditions, cultures, and ethical considerations would arise around that, and how would that differ from a more humanoid style race that has live birth with young that need decades to mature?

Unfortunately, theyre going the kind of easy route it feels like - turn them into the villains, like a combination of the Krogans and the Xenomorphs, angry, evil predators who believe in kill or be killed, survival of the fittest, thinking nothing of killing fellow sapients by the bushel. I mean, you’re telling me they deliberately seek out and use other sapients rather than just like, farming some type of non-sapient cattle or even figuring out a tech solution?

I know you can argue these specific Gorn are kind of “feral,” in theory, but that doesn’t explain away the breeding planet La’an’s family died on.

I guess we’ll see how they develop them in other seasons. We could get some sort of strange flip in perspectives. Maybe it turns out the “Breeding Planets” are places where Gorn have gone feral without the guidance of the rest of the race and they DO generally lay their eggs in non-sapient hosts and have more organized and civilized nurseries instead of this weird “LEAVE THEM TO KILL EACH OTHER AND FIGHT FOR ALPHA” thing that has never been great and, assuming it comes from the “Alpha Wolf” theory, is based on a faulty scientific study that the author repented of later in his life?

I dunno. Star Trek is always best when its about building bridges, and this just seems like a race tailored made to just be the faceless evil enemy.

It’s a good sci-fi horror story, but it’s not necessarily Star Trek in my mind, you know?

I mean, I guess killing a bunch of redshirts is technically pretty classic Star Trek, but not sure about their angle on the Gorn tbqh.

Also, the number of “main” cast members who were kind of written off the show this episode???? It kind of uncomfortably reminds me of writing off Tasha Yar or Jadzia Dax, and I REALLY hope it wasnt a case of that.

Like I said, I understand why they killed Hemmer and felt he had a decent arc, though its a bummer they killed off such great disabled rep.

Writing off La’an and Uhura so soon is kind of weird though. Uhura makes a little more sense, she was always just on a temp assignment, so maybe this is just them resolving that so she can be back as an ensign and they can continue that storyline without worrying about the cadet weirdness. La’an, a little less so. It doesn’t seem like it should be so important she finishes her story off-ship. My guess is both will be back within a few episodes of Season 2, unless we find out this is another Dax/Yar sitch, which I dearly, dearly hope not.

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EVEN WITH ALL OF THAT, THOUGH, I still appreciated the little vignettes at the beginning and end, and weird slipups with Kirk and La’an aside, there was some great character development.

Here’s to SNW recovering next season, with another set of EPISODIC Episodes that focus on office pals in space gettin’ into weird jams but trying their best to be good people.

#strange new worlds #all those who wander #star trek #snw #star trek SNW #strange new worlds spoilers #snw spoilers #spoilers

[richardsphere]

Leverage Log: The Broken Wing Job

So this season's possible fourth episode whose title may be indicitive of an aircraft theme. (DB Cooper, First Contact, Very Big Bird being the others).

Look when they started shooting in a city that, aparently has an airplane museum. Using more plane-related sets makes sense logistically and financially. Playing with the opportunities provided there. Nonetheless, I hope very much it isnt aircraft themed. Maybe the broken wing just refers to like, an actual injury instead?

Maybe the client finds an injured bird, or its a metaphor being "grounded" by an injury? Like maybe this is one of those "1 teammate is stuck at home" episodes, like the one where Hardison overslept because of WOW. (that one had an aircraft too now that I think about it.) My metaphorical money is on "client was grounded, and the plan is to ground the Mark". But I guess we'll see. --- Cold open features the Crew. Thats odd. (i know technically the DB Cooper one also featured Parker. But she was wearing a mask so it could be a dramatic reveal. This one just goes right out and shows Nate frame 1)

Parker's got a bad leg. Wing identified and the crowd goes wild!!! Unfortunately "someone's stuck at home cause injury" is one of my least favourite types of excuse for a bottle episode. (which is usually the doylist reason such a plot is written.) I mean they can be funny, but they tend to overstay their welcome. Either that or everyone's schedules were just very busy for a month or two so they got them all together in a hallway in a hotel for 1 scene and paid Riesgraaf overtime. But these types of episodes are usually Budget or Scheduling motivated is what im saying. --- Quick google says an ACL is one of the ligaments in the knee. Parker better listen to Hardison or the next thing she'll be stealing is Archie's Cane. --- Episode introduces us to the Brewery Staff with a little get-well-soon bear. So it might actually just be an excuse plot to introduce us to a secondary/tertiary cast of characters for the season. (8 episodes into a 15 episode season is perhaps a bit late to do that.) --- Ok so we have a bunch of subplots couple where the girl thinks the boy is cheating. (my bet: Secretly planning to propose or something, hence being away more often for badly explained reasons.) Romeo and Juliet, (end up together, hopefully without double-suicides) "chicken Parm Jerk" who always orders the same thing, takes a single bite and sends it back. (Thats a verry specific behavioural patern. Feels very "Anton Ego" "if i do not love it, I do not swallow". Probably a secretly sympathetic backstory. "Loved it growing up, but it never tastes like Mothers Recipe" sort of deal) V&K, probably the episodes dedicated marks, (very pushy and specific about having the window seat. My bet is they're watchers/lookers for a gang. Either that or casing the security at whatever building is across the street) So they offer 4 coffees, and V (i think its V) takes 2 coffees outside. That means they have cohorts outside. Parker's anger that Hardison didnt wiretap the shit out of their lair-front is hilarious. --- Avoiding eye contact with Amy specifically. (I dont think i saw them lift their hand to block sightlines when they were getting served by another server earlier in the episode when they got the 4 coffees.) Amy's dad wants her to "inherit the family business", a business that is apparantly broad enough that "what is the family business" gets answered with "what isn't the family business". Amy's dad is a large corporate mogul and she's a valuable potential hostage. They're not casing the building across the road, they're casing Amy. Writers thought they could trick me with a feint but im onto them! --- V is smarter then K, (or at least more experienced) Professor Parmesan is fiddling with a thing on his finger (probably a ring, but i cant see it probably). Loved the recipe as made by a deceased wife, not a dead mom. --- Camera zoom in on the map. (IRL security camera's dont work that way. They tend to be shitty. But knowing Hardison and the importance of keeping this multi-billion dollar stock-manipulation enterprise afloat, he'd have sprung for actually good camera's and extra large storage servers. So im gonna say this is one case where the "enhanced zoom" is justified) --- Ok you're telling me that Hardison, in an attempt to set up a place where no cops or FBI would ever show up even by accident placed their front-operation across from a pawnshop full of potentially valuable antiques, a bank and a fucking jeweler. Are the writers fucking kidding with this? Like putting it across from one of these 3 would be a stretch given Hardisons goals in aquiring the Brewpub, putting it on a crossroads with all of these is character assasination on the writers part.

Hardison would not have bought a brewpub located at this crossroad. --- Amy getting really sus of Parker (who she knew was in a French prison) knowing so much about the psychology of a robbery.

"Okay i've got to ask, Is any of this illegal" --- Sid might actually be cheating. (sucks). But i guess Parker's gonna send that picture to his girlfriend. Romeo and Juliet both play the violin,

Parmesan is a doctor. 2 coffees with a tracker, trying to find "O" (the numbers are unknown, but my bet is on time, based on them all being multiples of 5, not one of the second digits being above a 6. I assume the leading 000 is to disguise the nature of the numbers) --- Oh, America aparently has special licensed plates for disabled people. Good to know. Also Parker has leveled up her Social Awareness enough that she now realises that telling Amy how she recognised it was definitly a getaway vehicle would be bad.

"you know what to do and I know how to walk... no offense." Great line 7/10. (cant really go higher then that on a line with no overall importance. Still its a good line) --- Amy's reaction to inadvertantly telling her Employers Girlfriend they've been lazy. (Good for her this entire thing is a front. You'd literally keep your job without customers) ---

Ah the good ol "Watson you're a genius!" trope, (its a classic. I love it.)

Oh no, is she setting Romeo and Juliet up with people who arent cheat and the ex. (which means something? I suspect cops like in the Bottle Job)

--- Oh V using the glass as a mirror, cunning. --- And the kidnapping gone wrong is underway. Dates were cops, Doctor Parmesan is a badass.

V spots the camera's. ---

Parkers beats the guy single-handed (or more like single-legged). Dr. Parmesan is gonna find a new food, one that can bring him joy instead of grief.

Zombie Movienight.

#leverage season 5 #leverage #The Broken Wing Job

[theweirderofthetwo]

📓 tell me about Temeraire fanfiction!

Ok so first i’m very [flailing hands, excited noises] about getting an ask! Second, I’m so so Sorry for being slow to answer. And third i also realized I have l less fic thought out than it feels like, its mostly little loose details and questions rattling around…

I have recently been thinking about something that would be Very outsider pov: a series of conversations that is basically different distant acquaintances discussing/reacting to news about laurence. Just some scenes with different people at different times during the story (or alternatively, different people reacting to the same thing?). Thoughts so far:

- the crew of the Reliant - some seaman later serving on a different ship and telling others about how he was there at temeraire’s hatching and confidently sharing his “expertise” about dragons. Or just something like:

”How come you are so unafraid(?) of dragons, mr ——?”

”I was on the reliant, sir, when temeraire hatched. And himself was polite as any could want and even saved —— when he went over in a storm. He never woulda et none of us sir.” (Spose theres some sense to it, captain laurence had everybody mind their manners. Us and the officers too. Made sure the little gentlemen understood the ship and didnt abuse us for no good reason)

[excuse my attempt at writing some unspecified accent, english is not my first language]

- some of the correspondence that laurence is pretty good at remembering when things are only a little bit crazy. Like - Hello dear friend, it is good to hear from you again - I Assure you I am not Offended by this recent Unfortunate pause in our correspondence, but it really has been a Long while since I last had Word from you. My family is well, as is [some mutual friend] who I was happy to catch last month at a Dinner. Now I must Ask, what Pray Tell is this I Hear about you having been Made a Prince?? ….something something

- some of the abolitionist politicians talking to each other like “so have you heard the classified part of what went down in brazil?” I feel they would be interestingly conflicted about it since it is a win towards stopping slavery, but they probably had a different vision for how they thought that should happen and they also probably didnt want portugal weakened at that time so… Also: “That’s our friend’s chaos son doing things again. Should we send him congratulation or condolences? Or perhaps just never mention it?” “Never mentioning it would likely be best I think.”

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Something i have managed more specific thoughts about is actually animatics. I barely know anything about making any kind of video, but i have two ideas that will not let me go to such a degree that i have detailed notes for one of them and a full storyboard for the other. Actually the reason i started making Temeraire fanart beyond little margin doodles is because i needed to figure out the characters for these animatics.

The song i have a storyboard for is The trial of Lancelot by Heather Dale. Not every line fits perfectly, but a lot of it goes very well with Laurence's own trial.

The other one would be mostly pre canon Laurence set to How far i'll go from Moana. (It works ok)

I realize that while i love pretty much every character in the series Laurence is the one im most focused on. I think its partly because empathy is something i have to do very much On Purpose which means i generally get most attached to main characters whose feelings are more explained in the story. But also partly because I’m fascinated both by the specific way 19th century brits are fucked up and by the struggle of figuring out your own set of morals when the system you belived in fails you.

#temeraire #ask #!! #again im vibrating about getting an ask #and sorry for taking so long #lots of chaotic words… #i hope you get some little joy from something in this

[sondertm]

not me crying over a character i Just made and only two other people know anything about (shout to my s/o and bestie)

anygay i hope ur all doing well !!! planning on replying to some things and maybe getting around to rbing some memes and/or send some memes in tomorrow <3

#╰ * ✶ ' 𝑳𝑴𝑨𝑶 ' —— out of character . #help. me. #i will not make another blog i will not make another blog i will not- #bc if i put him anyway he'd HAVE to have his own blog ok #he's a final boy who's really been through it #and i love him #and i love his little crew that unfortunately didnt Make It #i am so sad u guys so sad #i have hurt my own feelings with this one #idk why i havent made a blog for a final boy yet #bc my mind always keep backtracking to this thought #to this Idea #why do i always write a novel in the tags #i rlly just cannot shut up whoops

[lilacs-fandom-garden]

Incorrect Sanscent Quotes 2

Ships: 

Errorink

Dustberry

Horrorlust

Kreme

Crossmare

Scifell

Afterdeath

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Ink: There is no good reason why we can’t sit down and have a conversation!

Error: I have a reason.

Ink: Which is?

Error: I. Dont. Like. You! 

Ink: Really?! You cant say one thing you like about me!?

Error: ...

Error: I like it when your sad.

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Random Person: Wow I’m surprised that those idiots haven’t gotten hurt yet.

Nightmare: ...Idiots? 

Nightmare: *turns around*

Nightmare: wait....

Nightmare: *sees that his crew is doing idiotic shit*

Nightmare: THOSE ARE MY IDIOTS-

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Geno, to the the others: Imagine that someone gives you a box with something in it that you lost during your life.  

Ink: Wow! My mental stability, where did you find it?  

Dream: My sanity! I haven't seen this in years!  

Blue: I knew I'd lost that happiness somewhere!  

Geno: ...

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Geno: I swear one of these days I will grab your neck with both of my hands and break it.

Reaper: How? You cant even reach it.

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Error: I cant believe we are stuck in this room together!

Ink swallowing the key: Yes truly unfortunate.

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Dream: Im sorry, what are you supposed to be again?

Ink: Im going as me...

Ink: But sexier.

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Dream: Im not mad, I just want to know why you guys would need a fake ID.

Ink: *incoherent mumbling*

Dream: what?

Blue: You need to be over 18 to hold the pets at PetCo...

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Ink: Attention crew, this is your captain speaking, we’re about to be experiencing some heavy turbulence shortly so please strap in. Blue just betted that i couldn’t do a 360 barrel roll in this thing and let’s just say that i’m about to be 20 bucks richer real soon.

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Cross: Did you bring the sun boy?

Killer: What?

Cross: You know, the star sans that makes you giggle all the time.

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Blue: What are you 5?

Ink: Yeah, five heads taller than you!

Blue:

Ink:

Ink: Im sorry please dont kill me—

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Nightmare: What are we doing?

Cross: Wasting our lives.

Nightmare: I meant for lunch.

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Dust: He died of natural causes.

Horror: You pushed him off the roof...

Killer: Gravity is natural.

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Nightmare: At least im going to die doing something that I love.

Error: And that is?

Nightmare: Dying.

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Blue: How long are we going to stand here and let him keep doing that?

Dream: Just give him a minute.

Ink: *pushing on a door that clearly says pull*

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Dust: Everyone knows the four steps of being apart of the Bad Sanses.

Dust: 1. Make a plan

Dust: 2. Execute the plan

Dust: 3. Expect the plan to go horribly wrong

Dust: 4. Wing the hell out of it.

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Ink: Okay guys who painted the Mona Lisa?

Killer and Blue: Mona Lisa...?

Ink: No it was DaVinci....

Killer and Blue: DA VINKY....?!

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*playing truth or dare*

Horror: Okay...uh, Killer? Truth or Dare?

Killer: Dare. 

Horror: I dare you to call Classic Sans’s, Papyrus. 

Killer: Thats easy. 

Killer: Siri call Pappy. 

Siri: Calling “Daddy”....

Killer: WAIT NO- NO- NO!!

*Dreams phone rings*

Everyone: ....

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Dust: I didnt get that drunk last night.

Killer: Dude you literally started flirting with Blue.

Dust: So what? He’s my boyfriend.

Horror: You asked if he was single...

Cross: And cried when he said he wasnt. 

Dust: I-

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Blue: I smacked a mosquito that tried to bite me, and I killed it.

Blue: Then i thought, “Its just trying to get its food.” 

Blue: What if I tried to get food from the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck....

Blue: How would I feel?

Lust: Are you okay...?

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Nightmare: *spins around in a chair ominously* I’ve been expecting y—

Nightmare: *chair continues spinning* shit-

Nightmare: *tries to stop spinning* shit!

Nightmare: *tries to grab something to stop spinning* sHIT!

Nightmare: *falls out of chair* SHIT

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Lust under his breath: Future husband say what-

Horror: What?

Lust: [internal screams of joy]

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Horror: Wow Boss you’re smiling a lot did something good happen?

Nightmare: Can’t I just smile because I’m happy?

Cross sighing: Killer fell down the stairs.

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Ink: Okay, I have a plan but I need some help.

Dream: *spins a wheel with everyones names on it* Sci, its your turn.

Sci: Damn it.

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Blue: Would you slap Ink for 2 million dollars?

Error: I would roundhouse kick him in the face for free.

Dream: Same. 

Blue: Guys-

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Killer: Hey Dream do you have two tongues in your mouth?

Dream: What? No.

Killer: Do you want to?

Dream: W-what-

Ink: What?

Blue: What?

Horror: What?

Dust: What?

Nightmare: WHAT.

Killer: wHaT- wHo sAiD tHaT?! 

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Horror about to murder Dust for breaking his lego death star: I know what you are going to say... he’s my friend and I should try to get along with him-

Killer who helped build the lego death star: Oh no he’s crazy and needs to go down.

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Horror: I put the laughter in manslaughter.

Error: I put the fun in funeral 

Blueberry: I put the D in Dust. 

Killer: *chokes*

Dream: What-

Dust: You smooth little fuck. 

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Ink (rolling unsteadily on heelys): JESUS TAKE THE WHEELYS—

Blue: INK NO-

Error: WHO GAVE HIM THOSE?!?

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Cross: If Nightmare kills us, Im going to get Horror’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the accordion so my ghost can annoy the hell out of your ghost.

Dust: I’ll just get Killers ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.

Killer: My ghost wont associate with your ghost.

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Horror: I did a bad thing...

Dust: Does it effect me?

Horror: No-

Dust: Than suffer in silence.

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Killer: Wait- so I could have just told Dream I was in love with him?!

Blue: I mean yeah.

Ink: What did you say instead?

Killer: I told him I was straight!

Dust: Killer, no ones going to believe that.

Killer: Oh thank god!

Ink: No one except Dream.

Killer: Shit.

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Nightmare: I feel only one emotion and that is anger

Killer: You drunk texted everyone of us a thousand heart emojis...

Nightmare: Out of anger.

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Horror: I need to get something off my chest-

Lust whispering to himself with crossed fingers: please say its your shirt- please say your shirt...

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Horror: *choking*

Dust: iM tRyiNg tO cALL 911! But the 9 isn’t working!

Killer: Just flip your phone upside down and use the number 6!!

Horror stopping his choking for a second: what the f-

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Killer: Have you been yelled at by Nightmare yet?

Cross: I’m not scared of him.

Killer: So thats a no-

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Geno: Wait. Are you flirting with me?

Reaper: Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.

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Nightmare: Do any of you know how to drive?

Dust: Does it look like we had our lives together enough to learn how to drive?

Cross: I mean- I played Grand Theft Auto before...

Nightmare: Alright that works, Killer got us a van. Lets get going.

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Nightmare: *Locks Dust in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.

Dust: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?

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 Nightmare: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Cross: It's Cross.

Nightmare: What did he do this time?

Cross: No, it's me, Cross. It's actually me.

Nightmare: What did you do this time?

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Nightmare: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Nightmare, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

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 *Sci and Fell are in Paris.*

Sci: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Fell: But...

Sci: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Fell: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

Sci: Yeah.

Fell: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

Sci: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Fell: Okay, alright.

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 Error, about Ink: He's speaking some kind of French.

Cross: Let me handle it. I speak Spanish. It's the same thing.

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 Blue: How do tall people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?

Dust: Blue, it's four o'clock in the morning.

Blue: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

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 Dust: Damn, Sci, are you secretly cool?

Sci: Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider the mathematician, Carl Friedrich Gauss, cool.

Dust: I do not.

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 Error: Are you trying to seduce me?

Ink: Why, are you seducible

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Killer: Who the fuck--

Cross: Language!

Killer: Whom the fuck--

Cross: No.

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 Killer(or Cross): We both look very handsome tonight.

Dream (or Nightmare): You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you."

Killer (or Cross): I couldn't take that chance.

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Dram: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.

Ink: And you came to me?

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Blue: Between Error, Killer, Cross, and Ink -- if you had to -- who would you punch?

Dream: No one! They are my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them.

Blue: Ink?

Dream: Yeah. 

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Fell: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Sci: Aren't you forgetting something?

Fell: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Sci's forehead before running out.*

Sci (blushing a bit): No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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Horror: So what do you have planned for the future?

Killer:...lunch?

Horror: No, like long term.

Killer: Oh...um, dinner?

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 Random Person who just met Killer: What's wrong with you?

Killer: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

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Killer: When you have lived with the Bad Sanses as long as I’ve had you develop thick skin.

Ink: Blue is not your color. 

Killer: BLUE BRINGS OUT MY NONEXISTENT EYES YOU JERK-!

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Dream: You’re stupid. 

Ink laughing: Is that all?!

Dream: Oh dont worry, give it time. It’ll eat at you.

[Later]

Ink: Am I stupid?

Blue: Just a little.

Ink: Damn him.

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Killer: Horror, just remember just because it can fit in your mouth. Doesn’t mean its food.

Horror: *spits out wrench*

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Blue: Oh my god, guys...Santa...he wont be able to reach us this year!

Ink: Um Blue-

Dream: Ink, I know what you are going to say, and im gonna stop you right there.

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Cross: Nightmare can you call the Bad Sanses over, they arent listening. 

Nightmare: Why? I’m not their mother.

Cross: Just do it. 

Nightmare: Ugh, fine whatever.

Nightmare: GUYS! Get over here!

The Bad Sanses: *immediately runs over to Nightmare and are lined up like ducklings following their mother.*

Nightmare: I-

Cross:

Nightmare: Wait- no! I-im not! Listen... LISTEN! Im not their-

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Lust: Name three things that would ruin a first date.

Ink: I- uhm, Shitting my pants-

Geno: saying I love you.

Dust: Killing them. 

Lust:

Geno:

Ink:

Dust:

Lust: Did this happen?

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Nightmare: You know, when I said yes to the Truce this is not what I expected to happen.

Dream: You and me both brother.

Blue and Dust: *almost burning down the kitchen*

Ink and Error: *having a contest on who can eat the most sweets before throwing up*

Lust and Horror: *watching the chaos and doing some wholesome flirting*

Sci, and Fell: *their experiments blowing up half the time*

Cross and Killer: *screaming on the railing of the second floor*

Geno: *passed out on the couch*

Reaper: *floating over Geno*

Nightmare and Dream: ....

Nightmare: Is it too late to return them all?

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Reaper, covering the phone to talk to Geno (or Lust take your pick): I'm talking to my credit card company. I tried to get an online subscription to the New Yorker and they declined me. Apparently, based on my previous purchases, they assumed it was fraud. That's crazy. I'm fancy. One time I had coffee-flavored ice cream.

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Nightmare: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!

Horror: It's kind of complicated, but Kill-

Nightmare: Got it. Forget I asked.

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 Ink, who is not named Kyle: So I said to myself: Kyle-

Blue: Wait, Kyle?

Ink: That's what I call myself.

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 Sci: Lust, where have you been? You left your cell phone in your desk and I assumed you were dead.

Lust: Uh, I would clearly be buried with my phone.

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 *Watching a horror movie.*

Fell: Are you scared?

Sci: In this economy who wouldn't be.

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 Blue: I have edge.

Dust: You really don't. You are literally the most wide-eyed person I've ever seen. You have the face of a cartoon lamb.

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Dream: Just be yourself, say something nice.

Ink: Which one? I can't do both.

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Horror: There's nothing that can dent our impenetrable bond.

Dust: I have a secret boyfriend.

Horror: You're dead to me.

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Fell: Classic, I think you should play the role of my father.

Classic: I don't want to be your father.

Fell: That's perfect. You already know your lines.

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 Killer: Did you notice how hot your brother has gotten?

Nightmare: *Glares.*

Killer: Because I have not!

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 Sci: Everyone know what they're doing?

Lust: In general or the plan?

Sci: The plan, Lust.

Lust: *Sigh of relief.*

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 Killer, Fell, Dust, Error, or Nightmare: How do people not swear??? Like where does their anger go?? How do they show their enthusiasm??? What if they stub their toe??? Like saying golly gosh isn't really going to cut it Barbara.

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 Ink: *Playing out of tune guitar.*

Error: Hey, you take requests?

Ink: Sure.

Error: Please stop.

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 Fell: What's your biggest fear.

Classic: Being forgotten.

Fell: Damn that's deep.

Fell: Mine is the Kool-Aid man but I feel kinda stupid about it now.

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 Reaper: *Texts Geno about what kind of teddy grahams they want.*

Geno: Honey.

Reaper: Yea wassup.

Geno: Just realized u was saying the flavor you wanted. Not addressing me endearingly.

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 *In the chip aisle at Walmart, doing a late-night grocery run.*

Cross: *Minding my own business, looking for tortilla chips.*

Cross: *Finds tortilla chips.*

Dream, to Ink: See, he knows what he's here for. He knows what he's doing. Be more like him. MAKE A DECISION, INK.

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 Killer: Is 4 a lot?

Horror: Depends on the context. Berries? No. Murders? Still no. Ex’es? Yes.

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Fell: Be careful.

Classic: I always am.

Blue: I respectfully disagree.

Horror: I don't think any of us are.

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Sci: I wasn’t sure what kind of chocolates you liked so I got them all.

Fell: Sci... there are like 300 boxes here.

Sci: I panicked, okay?!?! Valentine’s can be very stressful.

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Blue: Alright I need you to swear-

Ink: Fuck!

Blue: AS IN PROMISE-

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Killer: So, I'm going to grab a healthy breakfast.

Dust: Are those gummy bears wrapped in a fruit roll-up?

Killer: Breakfast burrito, but yeah.

Dust: I pity your dentist.

Killer: Joke's on you. I don't have a dentist.

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Dream: Oh, babe. I didn't want whipped cream.

Killer: Well let me fix it for you, babe.

Ink: And this isn't soy.

Error: Sucks to be you.

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Nightmare: [Pointing at the broken coffee machine.] So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Dream: ...I did. I broke it.

Nightmare: No. No you didn't. Dust?

Dust: Don't look at me. Look at Horror.

Horror: What?! I didn't break it.

Dust: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Horror: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Dust: Suspicious.

Horror: No it's not!

Reaper: If it matters, probably not, but Lust was the last one to use it.

Lust: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Reaper: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Lust: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Reaper!

Dream: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Nightmare.

Nightmare: No! Who broke it!?

Horror: Nightmare...Geno's been awfully quiet.

Geno: REALLY?!

[Everyone starts arguing.]

Nightmare: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

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Ink: How much could I possibly owe you? Fifty/sixty bucks?

Nightmare: Two thousand, four hundred and thirty seven dollars.

Ink: Dollars?! Wait, of course dollars. Why was that the part I was surprised by?

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Ink: I guess that's your new best friend now, Dream. Emphasis on "Iago," backstabber.

Dream: I'm surprised you've read Othello.

Ink: What the hell's Othello? I'm calling you the parrot from Aladdin.

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 Lust: Reaper, don't take this the wrong way, but, you're insane.

Geno: That may well be, but the fact is, it wouldn't kill us to meet some new people.

Reaper: For the record, it could kill us to meet new people. They could be murderers or the carriers of unusual pathogens. And I'm not insane, my mother had me tested.

Lust: Reaper you’ve never had a mother-

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Lust: Why are you crying?

Some random person: Because I'm stupid.

Sci: That's no reason to cry. One cries because one is sad. For example, I cry because others are stupid, and that makes me sad.

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