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yet-another-haven-of-dollya · 5 months

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Finally! My DoL PCs and their LIs

My friends asked me if I wanted to join the School AU with their OCs and I thought for the longest time before bringing Lya to the party. Then I kinda just felt like it and drew the whole gang :D They came out beautifully so more information and separated images undercut!

The First one is of course Lya the Blossom

Main PC

Harpy transforms, Mate for Life.

Wears all white if she can.

Very light in weight, makes her defiant attempts usually ineffective.

Went through a lot to make things easier for her loved ones.

Skilled in segg but doesn't really enjoy it anymore at this point if it's not with her loved one. What she seeks in segg with her lover is intimacy and the feeling of security.

Secretly a meanie. Gets jealous easily and envious of almost anyone, but doesn't show it or act on it often.

Despises the Temple to her core but believes Jordan is a genuinely good person. Wanted to fuck him just because.

Protective toward her lover and the children at the Orphanage.

Very insecure about her financial state. She tried to make money anytime she could.

CONSENT YOU MOTHERFU-

Can't cook. Literally. Keep her away from the kitchen.

Male Robin the Lover~ (Sorry I love this title)

The one and only.

Maybe he's trying his best, maybe he's hiding from something so terrible, who knows.

Love the purple color.

Easily scared and would cry out loud if Lya was there to reassure him and demand a lot of hugs, head pats, and kisses afterward.

Clingy as hell, but luckily he's cute just enough to let it pass.

Hell lots of freckles, everywhere all over his body even though he mostly stays at home or in the shades. Sensitive skin then.

Squishy belly.

Occasionally cross-dress when going on a date with Lya but keeps it as a hobby only.

Love to do makeup for Lya and skin care together.

Grow in height a LOT since the game started and wondering why Lya still stays the same, not that he complains about her growth of boobs and ass.

Lyah the Emancipated

The second PC, made with a lot of feast boots, almost all of the Vrel coins Lya earned.

Wears all black if he can.

Demonic Harpy Chimera Transforms.

Waiting for Robin's preg contents.

2m14. Larger body type, 6/6 physic, S athletic, Vengeful Sadist. Basically all offensive.

Fucking huge manboobs produce fucking lots of milk

Almost always wears a buttplug

The only one taller than him is Jordan.

"Blood moon? Fuck Ivory Wraith I'm out."

Still works at Strip Club, mostly because he loves wearing bunny suits and he wants to look out for Darryl.

Chef. Let him cook.

Housekeeping skill F-. Drops and crashes everything every time trying to clean or deco his room.

Doesn't know how to smile but will unconsciously do so when he's near Robin.

Doesn't understand why he's still sometimes mistaken as female.

Fem Robin the Lover~

So cute and squishy.

People unconsciously smile when she smiles.

"Too precious must protect."

Her weight is top secret.

Knows it all too well that Lyah intentionally feeds her more sweet treats and creamy drinks every day during every school break but can't resist the temptation of sweets.

Accepts gaining weight during the leisurely times, but has to lose it a bit before school starts again so she can fit into the school's uniforms.

Pretty proud that her lover is a chef at the biggest Cafe in town.

Slightly less freckle than male Robin. Just slightly.

Wardrobe full of checkered pattern clothes.

Of course she can cook well.

Perfect housewife material.

Timid when using strap-on but usually gets absorbed in the moment too much she forgor to pull the buttplug out before diving her strap in.

Lyah is not complaining though so it's all good.

Last but not least Kariya the Alter Ego!

"Well somebody has to go to prison and asylum and... hmmm"

Devil transforms

Full name Sesshouin Kariya. Kariya means "Midnight' Swallow"

Not a new save file but one of Lya's older saves. Hence the Alter Ego title.

Was born cuz I was bored and wanted to go to places Lya and Lyah can't go because they're worried about their lover being left alone.

They don't set a love interest because of that, so they can't get attached and can freely roam everywhere.

Enjoy segg as it is, purely seeking more pleasure day by day.

Drooling Masochist. Prefer group.

Get bored easily but are also quick to forget, so after a while that very same thing may pique their interest again.

Zones out a lot. Absent-minded. Sometimes clueless to things that are not segg-related.

"Ahhhh Nii-chan, nee-chan, help me it's 23:55 already and I forgor to cum inside somebody today waaaaaaaa-!!"

Intentionally dress more feminine because they love showing off.

The color palette is reversed from Lya's.

" I wonder if it's blood moon soon..."

#Okay Imma see myself out I've been drawing nonstop for two days time to get some rest and sleep #But I'm also SO READY to draw more ID card like this they're so satisfying to draw #dollya art #dol pc #robin the orphan #dol robin #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol fanart #lya the blossom #kariya the alter ego #lyah the emancipated #original character

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gremlingottoosilly · 5 months

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Your ride is here (dark!Ghoap x fem!Reader)

CW and tags: Non-con, poly, group sex, size kink, daddy kink, power imbalance, kidnapping, dead dove do not eat, forced orgasms, praise, humiliation I really really adore @ohbo-ohno and @ceilidho for their amazing takes on writing dark fics with Ghoap and fem!Readers Word count: 3794 AO3

You were already way too drunk when you got out of the bar. It was an annoyingly loud party, too many people you never even knew – you thought that it would be nice since it’s a nice bar and not some weird tech music club, but it didn’t really matter in the end. You were still wasted, head spinning around and headache already forming with bile in your throat every time you opened your eyes. Your phone is dead, your brain is barely working, and the only thing you wish to do right now is to curl down in a small ball and cry.

You barely managed to call for an Uber before your phone blinked one last time and turned off – and judging by the fact that the somewhat kinda, big-ish car was the only one in the dim alleyway, you assumed it was your ride. Hopefully, you’ll get home as soon as possible, get a shower, clear your stomach from alcohol slowly brewing into nausea, and fall asleep.

You’re far too drunk to notice that the driver didn’t even ask for your name when you got inside.

— H…hey there. You’re my driver, yea?

You force the words out of your mouth as you slowly duck your head into the car and settle on the backseat before the guy even says anything. He is pretty, somewhat – a weird fucking haircut for sure, but has a roguish charm of a boy you might meet at the nearest gas station shop. You’re way too buzzed to think of him in any romantic way, but he is nice to look at, and you’re staring to the point of being inappropriate.

He smiles, and you feel your cheeks heating up – probably just alcohol working its way up your system. But he looks nice and probably would feel nice in bed, too – he clearly forgot about shaving for a few days, and you almost think about the way it would feel on your face. Or between your legs. Or just right on your…

— Aye, it’s me.

You can see his cheeks getting flushed as he stares back at you. The situation becomes slightly more weird with each passing moment, but he taps on his phone, probably searching for a map. You turn your head to look at the blurry image – not like you have any knowledge of the area, transferring here for your big girl job and trying to make your way in the city that couldn’t care less about you or your feelings.

You press your cheek against the car seat, leaning over to help him.

— It’s on…yeah, um, Maple 37-12. I think I might have typed the address incorrectly on the app.

— Thank ye, lassie.

He quickly turns on the map to head over to your house, and you smile, happy about your management skills even as you’re still drunk as hell. You allow your head to fall on the backseat headrest again, closing your eyes just for a second. It’s a long ride home, and you already regret every decision that made you go to this fucking party.

The driver is chatty.

Really fucking chatty.

— So, where do you work? Ye shouldn’t be up in that hour.

You grumble something in the answer, not wanting to speak too much. Your brain isn’t built for this kind of pressure right now.

— Yer boyfriend goin’ to pick ye up?

You slightly wince at the words, another reminder of how utterly alone you were. Of course, if you had a boyfriend or even some close, responsible friends, you would ask them to help you with a ride home – you never trusted public transport at this hour, and uber is often varies between a last resort and a stranger danger on wheels.

— Don’t have any.

Your brain is far too drunk to even comprehend why you didn’t just lie that a mysterious boyfriend will meet you. Somehow, the expression of the driver – he called himself Johnny with such a beautiful boyish smile that it made your toes curl – made you feel dizzy and light in the head. God, you don’t want to act like a high school sweetheart, but all of those drinks made you feel lonely.

— No way. A wee bonnie like ye shouldnae be alone.

You lick your lips, trying not to sound too miserable. You’re failing.

— I’m focusing on my career.

He actually laughs at that, and you feel even more embarrassed.

— Career? How does that work out for ye?

You just grumble at the answer, not wanting to bury yourself even deeper. Truth be told, it’s not what you expected when moving to a new city – you don’t know anyone, don’t have any friends here, your life has started from a blank point, and there is really nothing for you to do besides trying to connect with some uptight work buddies in a grimy bar.

Driver says something else – just general questions, something about the weather. Silly jokes that make you snort and reconsider your sense of humor – he is really nice for a cab driver, and you kinda want to just listen to him talk over and over again. You kinda just want to close your eyes and sleep, but you suddenly realize that you need to charge your phone in order to check the payment – you don’t think you have enough cash in your purse, and you don’t want to make the driver’s life even more miserable. He must be low on money to work at this hour, and you kinda feel bad enough to leave him a big tip after all of this, especially if you would end up throwing up all over his nice, big car. It's suited for some brutal man from war movies, not an Uber driver.

— Hey, sorry. Can I charge my phone for a bit?

He smiles even more, getting you the required cable – you plug your phone finally, for the first time in the past few minutes, seeing your home screen again. God, this is late hours – you never got home at this time before.

The car takes an unexpected turn, and you swing your head to look at the window – you don’t recognize the area. Of course, the road was dark, and you lived far away, but even with your blurry mind and hazy memories of the street you moved to, you knew this wasn’t right. The driver is nice and all, but you feel like he made a mistake by relying only on Google Maps. You hope he made a genuine mistake, at least.

— Um, sir?

— Aye, lassie?

He looks so innocent it immediately drops you off guard. You lean closer to him, a phone still in your hand – you were trying to refresh the Uber app quite a few times already, but it somehow never showed you the price you were supposed to pay for the trip – and try to sound as chill as possible. No use in making a scene, you both are tired, and he probably wants to get done with you as soon as possible.

— I think you took a wrong turn. My street should be on the right side.

— Didnae think I did.

— What do you mean? My home isn’t…

The app blinks, and you look at it, trying to concentrate on the obscenely bright screen, punishing your eyes for simply having those. You lick your lips, blood running cold.

You stare at the “Your driver will be here in 5 minutes”. With a description of a car that couldn’t be more different than the car you were in.

With the driver, whose name wasn’t even remotely “Johnny”.

***

Soap wasn’t intending to bring a girl home. What he intends is to find a nice chip place near the bar he and Simon used to go to together and then bring something home to eat because, of course, Lt came home before him, and his cooking skills are almost as bad as his jokes. Simon is a mad dog that will probably eat anything provided and isn’t against chewing on his shoes in case of an emergency, but he doesn’t want him to do this off-deployment.

Johnny literally just wanted to buy some grub, get it home warm, and take off drinking beer and watching some mindless shit on the TV. Preferably with Simon by his side because their relationship cannot be defined by any labels, and he as a nice fucking ass.

Well, turns out random drunk girls who slammed into his car just when he got the takeout bag securely on the front seat have nice asses too. And Soap can’t think of the last time he had his dick smothered by a woman’s lips and not his fist or, somehow, Simon’s hand.

You’re pretty, drunk, and kinda dumb – just like he loves them. Silly girl, really, what did you expect when your phone is dead and you have no other means of contacting safety. He saw you approaching the car, not even looking at his plate – you probably wouldn’t remember when he would dump you in the morning. Not that he would, of course, pretty dumb girls like you should be protected, and his job is, well, protection itself – he can drag you to his and Ghost’s apartment like a trophy in his teeth.

He licks his lips, enjoying the expression of fear slowly creeping on your face. You’re so drowsy, so adorable, he can’t help but smile widely when you’re panicking. You try to open the door, but, of course, it’s child-locked. Fitting for someone who behaves like one.

The last time he tried to convince a girl to have a threesome with him and Simon, she preferred to just watch them awkwardly jerk each other off. The last time he tried to convince a guy for a threesome with him and Simon, Johnny spent the whole night in the corner, blue-balled and lonely, as the twink preferred to suck Lt until he’d cum like two times in a row.

Johnny knows that if he wants a chance for something other than a sloppy seconds, he will have to accept a quick car fuck, possible kidnapping, and forging marriage documents for a pretty girl he just locked in his car because why the hell not, why can’t a handsome Scotsman just kidnap a drunk girl who mistook him for an Uber driver.

He stops the car in a more or less secluded area – poor bird, you’re still trying to bump your way out of the door with your shoulder, only risking dislocating it. The car was a fucking tank in disguise, the only thing that could survive Ghost’s driving skills – there is no way you would be able to get it to open without the owner wanting you to. Soap licks his lips, turning to you. Hell bells, you look divine.

Tears in your eyes, panicked expression, hands curling into fists as you’re trying to get out of your personal nightmare, no matter how drunk you are. Poor baby, he really feels bad for you – you’re so sweet, so trusting, there is no way he was the first guy to ever try to harm you like this. Sergeant might like to think of himself as being more or less in touch with normal people, but when he sees a pretty girl in trouble, he wants nothing more but to become her trouble.

He opens the car just for a second from the driver’s seat – he needs to get to you, after all, just looking at you, trapped in the backseat, won’t be enough for the throbbing erection he has in his pants. You try to fight him as he heavily lingers on you, almost crushing you under his weight. Car isn’t nearly big enough for someone like him to comfortably sit in normal position on top of you, so Johnny uses one hand to drag you back, deeper into the seat, and the other hand – to unbuckle his belt, proving to be fucking beautiful with his fingers.

You look so pretty, he can’t help but snap a few pictures for the group chat – dumb idea at first, as he thought, but now he can’t wait for the Captain to see what a pretty catch he has on his arms. The last mission was pretty rough, and they all deserve a pretty thing to cover themselves in fear and tremble under them after they fuck her, one after one. Might even bring you to Captain’s house, show you what a good girl you can be for your daddy if given a chance.

Soap smirks as he drags his hard cock out of his pants. Your eyes are wide in shock – he might not be the biggest of the group, Lt has the crown rightfully and deservingly, but it doesn’t mean that the Scot is small. Thicker than average, leaking pre-cum already – has been since you first got into the car, all cute and disoriented. He had to waste quite a few minutes driving you as far from civilization as possible without alarming your pretty, dazed head about anything – now he can reap his prize. A part of it, anyway.

You cry and squirm, trying to fight him off when he pushes his hand into your hair and tugs angrily – you’re simply too fucking weak to be a reasonable challenge, so Johnny only laughs when he can put your fight with a single press on your windpipe. You cough, struggling again – soon enough, you learn to just stop and allow him to lead. Good girl, can be trained so well – you’d make a good soldier if you weren’t so pretty and so vulnerable.

— Don’t make me break yer nose, lassie. Open up, aye?

He smiles, too warm for the situation – you don’t understand what you did to deserve this, his hand presses your throat in a tight embrace, and you can’t do anything but squirm and try somehow to use your legs to fight – but oh, you’re far too drunk to do this. You whimper, and your head spins and aches with each hiccup, leaving your lips. Such a pathetic sight to see, you could almost feel bile in your throat as he pressed his cock closer to your lips, smearing bitter liquid all over your closed mouth.

— Pl…please, don’t do this, don’t… what do you want? Money? I will give you money, or my phone, or…

He groans, the waiting time for this pretty girl is far too long already. He doesn’t want to hurt you, you’re too soft for this – a thought of slapping your face lingers in his mind, but ruining your pretty cheeks won’t be efficient in this case. Johnny tugs on your hair, hoping it will be enough to set you straight – he doesn’t want you to pass out from pain, after all. Already too merciful with just using your throat and now that tight ass hiding underneath your dress.

Your words are slurred, hazed, your tongue can’t move quite right enough – still too drunk, and lack of fresh air only makes you go dumber by each second. Soap only lets go of you when he is sure you’re far too gone to try and bite him – still, he pushes his two hands in your mouth, opening you wide as you gag and cough.

— Don’t worry yer pretty head ‘bout it. Just take me, and then we’ll go home.

He will ride you home, make you ride him, and make you some really nice breakfast later. He will carefully wipe away the damp makeup from your face – poor girl, you’re crying too much and ruined all of your hard work on this skin – and send some pretty pictures to the group. But, hey, he can snap a couple right now.

With one hand still in your mouth, he awkwardly moves his hips so his cock can point right against your lips – and presses down, making you gag more and more as he slowly but surely pushes his cock inside of your tight, warm mouth. God, this is the heavens – he can’t remember the last time he had such an amazing blowjob from such a cutie. Gaz would fucking love you.

You’re so pretty from this angle, coughing on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks – Johnny tells you to smile for the camera and snaps a couple of pictures. Group chat was an amazing idea, after all – he can’t wait to share some more cute videos once you’ve settled it. The feeling of your warm mouth on his cock is absolutely divine – you’re tight, probably inexperienced, and he relishes in the fact he might be the biggest cock you ever took in your pretty lips.

You try your hardest to pull away, but he keeps you close, a hand tugs on your hair again, making you cry harder. Soap is so sorry, bonnie, he will make it up to you later – will eat your pretty cunt sloppily, maybe mess with your ass a bit, making sure you’re all wet and open for the members of his team and their members. He snorts at the thought. smiling as you’re still fighting the urge to puke.

— Like this, aye? Don’t fuckin’ try to bite me, I don’t want to prick yer teeth off.

Threat lingers in your panicked mind as he drags his hips back before slamming in your mouth again, his balls slapping your chin with an obscene sound. The drool is leaking down your lips, creating a mess on the car seat – it’s not a problem, really, he will clean it later. Maybe would have to change the fabric of the seating for something less damp if he plans to fuck you in the car more. And oh, aren’t they all planning to do this?

His phone rings when he was least expecting it – skull emoji on the display. No name, no photo – of course. He must have predicted that Lt would like some of the fun beforehand. Well, Soap isn’t the one to hoard every trophy to himself – even if he really wants to be the first with a pretty girl.

He loves his team – and they will love you as much.

He picks up with a smug grin on his face, staring at the screen. His moans become louder, grunts that make your cheeks burn as you just know he is faking it for more theatrics – pressing his phone between his cheek and a shoulder, leaving his friend to listen to his pleasure. Licking his lips as Ghost groans, a familiar sound of an unbuckled belt clanging somewhere in the background. You sob, trying to trash out of his hold again – he only presses you deeper, your nose flattening against his pubic bone.

— Couldn’t fuckin’ wait, Jonny? Simon sounds tired, angry, jealous even – his sergeant smiles wider, slowly removing the phone from under his cheek and going into video call instead – showing your pretty face, all smothered with pre-cum, ruined makeup, and tears. You look so pretty, so perfect, he moves his hips more to remind you to suck on his cock and not just stare at him like a pretty kitten. He loves you like this, of course, but his dick twitches without proper movement, and Johnny was never the one for patience. Only for bombs, maybe.

Well, you’re a freaking bombshell, aren’t ye.

— Sorry, Lt. Dumb thing thought I was her ride.

The other man snorts. They both laugh – a cruel sound, taunting your ears. You whine and cry, feeling the cock in your mouth pulsating. You try to turn away from the camera, but it’s impossible with a hand still pressing down on your head – you can only close your eyes, poor attempt at saving your dignity. God, you feel absolutely trashed. Soap adores that defeated look in your eyes.

— And you aren’t?

— Still a better driver than you, sir. But no, not this time. Can give her a ride, though.

You hate their laughing, hate the way he is gently caressing your head like you’re a threatened animal and not a living, breathing being. He is being soft with you, like he isn’t forcing his way into your mouth – like he isn’t showing your fucked face to his friend. You hate the way your pussy burns, wet from humiliation, and the soft retirement you’re receiving. Bastard isn’t even thinking of your pleasure, and maybe that’s good. You don’t want to like it.

— Goin’ bring her home?

— Aye. Would look bloody adorable on our bed.

They both snort while your blood runs cold. You hoped, you prayed he would let you go after this – traumatized, but mostly alive and well. You have a job, you have a life, and you can’t be fucking “taken home” to some bastard’s bed while he is using you like a sex toy. You try to squeeze your teeth on his dick, maybe do at least something to make him let you go – but Soap strikes your cheek with unknown anger, making you squirm in his grasp. You sob.

— Don’t break her yet, Johnny.

— Sorry. Dumb thing tried to bite me.

— Doesn’t know any better. Gaz had a special muzzle for dumb girls.

— Too tight for my dick.

— Bloody hell, Mactavish. Don’t get too cocky.

— Never intended to, sir.

He pushes his dick deeper into your mouth. Your cheek burns from the slap, you can almost feel the bruise forming – and the bastard just tugs on your hair, filling your throat with sticky, disgusting cum. You drink it all, no use in trying to choke yourself on his seed when you’re already set in his hold.

— How is her mouth?

— Fuckin’ heaven, Lt.

— I noticed. You finished fast, even for you, Johnny.

— I’ll try better next time. Maybe get our dollie off after.

— Selfish, Mactavish.

— We all deserve to be selfish.

Soap has the fucking audacity to wipe your mouth after you finish drinking it all, pushing the remaining cum and drool back on your tongue. He gently patted on your head, then made a small apology for being too rough. Was never his intention.

— Sorry, bonnie. Don’t try to fight again, aye? You’re too tired to answer, and he just cradles your head against his chest. You whimper and cry, pleading senselessly for him to leave you – he only snaps even more photos of your tear-stained face. God, he can’t wait to bring you home. You’ll look heavenly as a fucktoy for the whole team.

— L..let me…

— Naw, lassie. Shut up and let me take you where you belong. You’ll love it, promise.

He kisses your forehead before moving to the front seat again.

You clutch to the seat in silence, bitter taste of his cum still lingering on your tongue.

#cod #cod x reader #call of duty #cod x you #yandere cod #yandere ghost #yandere soap #yandere #ghoap x reader #tw: noncon #tw: dark content

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soobpricity · 3 months

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this love - kang taehyun

letter 13 ; pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

“wait for me here, i’ll just ask ms.kim about this and then i’ll be right back.” beomgyu said, grabbing a box from your hands and entering the said classroom. you stood there patiently, a few seconds passing before you felt a small tap on your shoulder, turning your head over to see a girl, hair nicely styled but you could tell that it was just naturally like that. a subtle blush settling just on her cheeks, a bit of the same product on her nose. eyelashes perfectly curled, she looked right at you.

“you’re yn, right ?” she questioned, causing you to furrow your eyebrows, confusion running through you as you wondered how she knew you’re name. “you’re taehyun’s new partner, no ?”

taehyun was quite a popular person, not only was he athletic but now he was making rounds for how well he was managing his life. he was already known for his ability and amazing skill in soccer. he was also known for the way he would go around dating just about anyone before breaking their hearts and moving onto his next target.

“yeah.. you are ?”

“i’m nari. i kind of needed help on my way around, been here for years and i still don’t completely know my way around.” she let out a breathy laugh at the end of her sentence. she pointed at the lanyard around your neck which indicated that you were a school helper.

“oh i can help, where do you need to go ?”

“can you help me get to this classroom, my teacher needs something from that teacher.” she replied, pointing at a few numbers that were on a sticky note. you nodded your head agreeing to take her with you. sending a message to beomgyu to let him know that you were going to be elsewhere instead of waiting for him.

“just follow me..” you kept an eye on nari, ensuring he that she was following right behind you as you guided her towards her destination. she kept herself close to you, looking around the area and recognizing the way towards the place that you were taking her.

“so.. how has taehyun been treating you ?” nari asks, a gentle smile softly resting on her face as she listened to your reply.

“it’s been pretty surreal.. are you two friends ?” you couldn’t help but feel a bit curious due to the amount of mentions of taehyun from nari.

“not really, i’m his ex..”

“oh..”

“the last serious ex he had, but don’t worry.. i’m not here to make things hard or uncomfortable for you. plus taehyun made it quite clear that he was done seeing me. i kind of don’t plan on seeing or even confronting him either, a lot of drama came with dating him and i really don’t.. i don’t want to relive that.” nari explained, making you feel less tense as you were previously a bit worried on what nari would say to you about taehyun. you did have a few encounters with taehyun’s less serious exs which was why beomgyu wanted to make sure that you were by his side most of the time.

“if you don’t mind.. what happened ?” you look back at her as she caught up to your pace, beginning to walk side by side.

“i’m surprised you don’t already know, you’re friends with sunghoon, no ?” she took a small look at you, receiving a nod in reply. “well sunghoon and heeseung used to be the bestest of friends. heeseung was on the soccer team, and between taehyun, heeseung, and i.. we had a love corner-“

“a love corner.” you tilted your head at nari, you hadn’t really ever heard that term before which of course made you wonder what nari was trying to say.

“y’know a love corner, kinda like a love triangle except one person likes another person and someone likes the one person. mm.. kinda like say you and taehyun like each other.. well you do like each other BUT that’s not the point. you and taehyun like each other, right. but say someone likes taehyun but obviously he has eyes for you and you have eyes for taehyun. a love triangle is more like if you liked taehyun but taehyun liked someone else, but that someone else liked you.. does that make sense ?”

“oh yeah !! in a love corner, two people actually have reciprocating feelings..”

“that’s right !” she grinned, “so heeseung liked me, i liked taehyun and taehyun liked me back. well everything was fine, i didn’t even know that heeseung liked me until one night when taehyun was in the middle of his game, heeseung suddenly made me question taehyun’s feelings for me so when i asked taehyun how he truly felt about me.. he just brushed me off, and then heeseung talked about how much better he could treat me. he told me that taehyun made a mistake when he asked me out. i ended up rejecting heeseung because it felt like he made me throw my relationship away all because he wanted to prove that he was better than taehyun. but ! i have a sinking suspicion that taehyun truly does love you, i don’t know you can kinda just tell by his eyes when he looks at you.”

nari stood right next to you as you listened intently to each of her words. pure shock going through you as you realized why heeseung was contacting you all of a sudden. it wasn’t necessarily because he liked you but because he wanted revenge on taehyun for ending up with nari and for so easily brushing nari off. you weren’t too sure why he was so upset about the fact that taehyun brushed off nari if it only made heeseung look the way he said he was.. “better” than taehyun. you gave nari a nervous smile, fiddling around with your fingers.

“oh- this should be where you needed to go.” you point at the door in front of the two of you, opening the door for nari and seeing a clean art room, a few spills of paint here and there, but it was polished for the main part.

“thank you, i can take it from here.. i have a few things to do. but thank you so much for your help.” she grins widely, entering the art room and placing on an apron. which made you question if she truly knew where she was going the entire time as she seemed to have an entire routine. had she lied to you, even if she did, it seemed quite harmless.. not anything for you to worry about. you waved at her, before walking away, checking your phone to see that beomgyu had yet to respond, signifying that he was still in the same area. as you made a turn, you heard your name being called out. looking back, you notice as taehyun ran towards you, happy little giggles leaving his lips.

“ynie !!” he exclaimed as you shushed him, by placing a finger to his lips. your eyes scanned the area before taking him into the stairway where you were bound to be safe from being caught.

“tyun.. what’s up ?” you questioned, taehyun noticed you acting a bit different than when the two of you typically meet up in the middle of a class which he usually skips a bit just for you. first of all, you have yet to give him a hug, not only that, but he hasn’t even received a single kind of kiss from you. and you never ask him ‘what’s up’ the both of you typically just end up spontaneously talking about your days so far. he opens his arms wide open for you, as you hesitantly accept the warm embrace that he was offering.

“is something up ? you never forget to give me my hugs or kisses ?” he whispers into your ear, patting your back as if showing you a signal of support and love. you weren’t mad at taehyun, he didn’t have to tell you about his ex until he felt comfortable and that’s only if he felt like he had to tell you. although, right now, he felt like that part of life was something that he wanted to dig deep away from himself. he, himself, didn’t really want to even think about that drama-filled period of time that he lived through. however, you couldn’t help but feel worried, would heeseung really be so stuck on the past that he would end up harming your own relationship with taehyun. if nari had moved on from the situation which harmed her mentally more than heeseung, then surely he should be able to move on.

“nope, i was just.. you caught me off guard today, i was just in my own world.” you reply, pulling away from taehyun and pressing a kiss to his cheek. nerves calming down as you took in his warmth. taehyun could only smile, to be honest, he had seen you with nari. you hadn’t seemed that down with her so he couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure about the situation. he knew that nari truly didn’t mean any harm, he was dating her for a good amount of time to get to know the kind of person she was. he couldn’t say that he trusted her with his life but he trusted nari a fair amount.

“oh, yn !” he exclaimed, wrapping his hands around yours. bringing them up to his side and holding them close. “i wanted to ask you something.”

“yeah, what is it ?” you questioned, playing with taehyun’s hands as you smiled at him. your warm personality returning, knowing that you and taehyun had nothing to worry about, you trusted him.. he trusted you, was there anything to truly even question if the two of you trusted each other so well.

“do you think that maybe.. mm can you come to senior night as my plus one ?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, attempting to hide his shy feelings with a small smile. although, you could easily read behind his smile, feeling his rather clammy hands against yours.

“of course ! i just can’t believe you’re giving me the honor.” you grinned, pulling the boy into your arms. just the other day you were there to support the boy in his first game of the season and now he was approaching his last game of the season. in fact, it was going to be his last game as a student, and it was going to determine whether his team became champions or ranked in second place. taehyun’s team had never truly won, they always made it to the finals, but were often defeated and ended up in second place. so taehyun felt like this was his last chance to prove that him and his team were much better than what they seemed to be. he was certain that he could lead his team into victory this year.

you’ve gone to all of taehyun’s games this season, and he knew that you were bound to support him to his final game. but he was still surprised that you agreed, he felt proud. taehyun felt like he was walking on cloud nine, he just never felt like he had been so supported by someone and now here he was.

“thank you.” he smiled, bringing his lips towards yours. pressing a sweet kiss against your lips, tiny bits of a smile sneaking into the candy-like kiss. that was until the two of you heard the door open, pulling away and waving at each other before rushing out the stairway through different exits. as you walked away, you passed a teacher, glad that you left before the two of you got caught. you returned to a copy room, realizing that you needed to help someone by making a few copies for them before returning back to beomgyu, who immediately noticed your blushy appearance when you returned to him. a laugh cracking through his mouth as he couldn’t help but tease you.

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musings-ofthe-unamused · 8 months

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As Fate Would Have It (BNHA)

Pairings: Dabi x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I do kinda wanna make this a series. I think it would be neato

The club was busy. You sat at the end of the bar, swirling the glass in your hands. You watched the pink liquid form a tiny little whirlpool before sloshing around. The bass of the music seemed to shake the whole bar, the flashing lights giving you a headache. You had no idea why people wanted to party on a Thursday night, yet here they were. It must have been nice to get so drunk that you had no worries, no thoughts. Only alcohol and having fun. Of course, everyone would face the consequences the next morning.

It was only 12 am, but you had already been hit on by three guys tonight. One was too drunk to even register what he was doing. That encounter lasted five seconds. The second one tried immediately grinding on you when you walked in the club. You had pushed him away in disgust, his girlfriend coming to fetch him. The last one just kept talking and talking…You had to politely tell him you weren't interested before he left.

Now you were about to get hit on for a fourth time. He was sitting two seats away from you. His hair was black and spiked up with gel. He had piercings on his ears, eyebrow, and two on his lips, while his arms were covered by two large sleeves. The clothes he wore were simple; just a black shirt and some jeans. But the most interesting part of him was a dark purplish burn covering the lower left side of his face. You gave the man a sideways glance, emitting a smile from him.

"You come here often?" He asked, getting up and sliding into the seat next to yours.

You snort, rolling your eyes. "Is that the best opening line you could come up with?"

"I"m Dabi. What's your name?"

"Why do you want to know?

He laughed, the sound low and gravelly as if he smoked a lot. It wasn't often you went to clubs, and it was even less often that you told random strangers your name. But he was making you curious for just one conversation. So you tell him your name.

"But I have other nicknames."

"And what are those?"

"We haven't gotten there yet."

He flashed you a grin, leaning back. "Then how about I give you a nickname of my own?"

"What would that be?"

“Hmmm….we’ll have to see.” He gave you a wink. "We haven't gotten there yet.

“Alright then, Dabi. What do you do?”

“I’m curious to know what you do. You don’t often see a person with an aversion to alcohol in a club.”

“So you’re deflecting?”

“Deflecting?”

“Yeah. It’s either a diversion from a part of your life you want to remain hidden. Something that you can’t control, even though you want to. Something that you’re not proud of. Or it’s because you’re so confident in your flirting skills that you believe it’s unnecessary to learn more about each other. It’ll end in a one night stand, after all."

Dabi raised an eyebrow. "I'm flattered that you think I sleep with people that often."

"Am I wrong?"

"No." He leaned forward. "Do you want to be the next one night stand?"

"And get an STD? No, thank you." You crinkled your nose.

"I don't have-" Dabi paused and then sighed. "You got a mouth on you. Is it because of that?"

He nodded his head toward your drink. You shrug and take a sip, the taste sending a shiver down your spine. Your face looked as if you just had something sour and your tongue stuck out. Dabi let out a loud laugh. You set your glass down. Dabi then took it, downing the whole thing in one gulp.

"Fruity."

"Gross."

He slid the glass back over to you. "You don't like alcohol? That was a pretty cute reaction."

"Nah," I shake my head. "It's not really my thing."

"Then why'd you drink it?"

"Because I wanted to try what's popular, and that's what he gave me."

Dabi looked over at the bartender. His eyes narrowed for just a second, as if recognizing him. You studied him while he was distracted. Like every other fuckboy, his flirting game was mediocre at best. The conversation was interesting, thankfully. He didn't seem to want to reveal anything about himself, but neither did you. It made it all the more fun to talk to him.

The night went on as the two of you conversed. Most of it was meaningless conversation, avoiding any topics that might reveal too much about each other. The only things you had found out about him was that he smoked, he enjoyed listening to music, and he lived with an acquaintance (he was adamant on not calling him a friend). In return, you revealed that you also enjoyed listening to music, you love the rain, and you hate clubs.

"Really?" Dabi leaned forward, his elbow resting against the bar. "Then why are you here?"

You hummed slightly. "First, I didn't know it would be so busy for a Thursday. Second, I like to feel like a normal young adult that goes out clubbing."

" That doesn't make you sound like a normal young adult." He snorted, rolling his eyes.

"And sleeping around does?"

"Again with the bite, little flame. Don't get too feisty." He gave you a wink and a smile.

"Is that my new nickname?"

"Sure is. What do you think?"

"No comment."

Dabi's smile grew wider. "Hey, are you doing anything else for the rest of the night?"

You narrowed your eyes. "Why?"

"Don't look so defensive! I just wanna know if you want to get out of here."

"Nope," You lifted your empty glass. "Gonna hang out here for a bit."

"Then, can I get your number?"

"That's a no as well."

"Oh really?" Dabi laughed, lowering his gaze to stare at you through his eyelashes. "Then how can I see you again?"

You shrugged. "I don't know."

"Don't you want to see me again?"

"I'd rather let fate decide."

"I see," Dabi stood, sticking his hand out. "Then I hope fate makes me lucky. See you later, little flame."

You shook his hand. "Bye bye, Dabi."

As Dabi left the club, you turned your attention back to your glass. A hand reached over and pulled it away from you. You looked up to see the bartender giving you a look full of disdain. You knew what was coming. It's the same look you got after you interacted with anyone in the club for more than five minutes. With a roll of your eyes, you leaned forward.

"Don't give me that look, Hawks."

The blond man shrugged, pouring your drink down a drain. "Should've told him you owned the place."

"No. Because then he'd come here looking for me."

"He does look like the type. I've seen him here several times. Caused a fight once or twice."

"See?" You grinned, resting your chin on your hand. "Dodged a bullet."

Hawks laughed, throwing his rag over his shoulder. "Yeah, unless fate says otherwise."

"I doubt it."

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maochira · 10 months

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Can you do Reo x reader headcannons for a reader who was born into a family that’s even richer Reo’s? Like she was born with a diamond in crested spoon in her mouth lol. And she would never have to work a day in her life, she could just live off of her family’s money. She has a net worth 100 million USD for doing absolutely nothing. But enough about her being rich, now for the plot🤩

Her and reo’s parent set you up together on a date. And when Reo says he plays soccer and wants to win the World Cup, the reader is like why? Who will take of your family business? What’s so great about soccer? The reader wasn’t judging, she was just curious. Before this, Reo assumed the reader was a spoiled brat and she kinda is. All rich socialites his parents have set him up with were disgusted to even think that Reo would give up being a businessman to play soccer. But the reader? She was genuinely curious and he liked that. Maybe this marriage won’t be that bad.

Is this horrible or what😭 Is this more of an one shot or a headcannon? Idk But I think you get the concept

Hi thanks for your request!! Here's just a little reminder that I only write gn!readers with a few exceptions (here's a more detailed explanation) Also I don't feel comfortable writing about arranged marriage but I can do everything else!!

Requests open! - masterlist

gn!reader

You didn't have any other plans for tonight, but going on an arranged date with the son of the Mikage family still didn't sound that exciting to you. Your parents have always loved to set you on random dates with the children of their business partners if they're your age. And usually, that always ends up the same way. Everyone you've been on a date with so far has been way too arrogant, only saw value in money or simply had a personality you didn't get along with. So naturally, you're expecting tonight to turn out the same.

But surprisingly, even an hour into the date, there hasn't been a single uncomfortable moment. From the greeting to ordering food to having casual conversations - everything's going just right.

"So... What do you plan to do with your parents' company when you're older?" You ask, wanting to lead the conversation into a more serious territory.

But Reo's answer is the last thing you'd have expected from him.

"Oh, I don't actually want to become my father's successor. I aim to become a professional soccer player."

"Are you serious?" You blurt out, but immediately feel guilty. "Sorry, that wasn't supposed to sound as... judging as it did."

Reo doesn't seem to be bothered by this, but instead he's happy about getting to talk about soccer.

"I'm very serious!" His tone is more enthusiastic than with anything else he's said this evening so far. "My friend Nagi and I will go pro and I'll show my parents that there's more to me than becoming my father's successor."

"Do you have any specific goals for soccer?" You lean a bit more towards him. There's no one similar to Reo you've ever met, so you want to find out more about him.

"We'll win the world cup."

He doesn't even say that he wants to win, he already sounds convinced that it's going to happen. And that's what makes him so different from anyone else you've been set up on a date with. Reo is so sure of his own skills and has a goal in mind without depending on his parents' money.

And that makes you think a little more about what you'd be able to achieve without all the money that your family has.

For the rest of the date, you let Reo talk as much as he wants to. And he does talk a lot. He talks all about his goals for the future, how he even started with soccer and how he met Nagi. Every time you look into Reo's eyes, you can see a certain sparkle in them - and he's pretty sure he sees that in yours as well.

Time flies by so quickly, and before you realize how much time has passed by, it's already time to go home. Never before have you been this disappointed in a date ending.

But luckily, both Reo and you want to have a second one.

And maybe then, you'll have a goal to tell him about as well.

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mossypidder · 5 months

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If you click the names of the birds below, you will find photos of the actual birds I’m referring to; mostly provided because the second two are morphs

EDIT: So honestly. Contrary to final poll results and my initial lean toward the grosbeak, I think I might just go with the crow. The design’s grown on me and in the last week I’ve collected many bones and observed many local crows and found myself just quietly very drawn to them. Nothing’s set in stone, but. . . It feels more right than the grosbeak- there are still things that draw me to the latter, and I still really love them and might switch in the future, right now I relate more to crows I think.

Rose Breasted/Cutthroat Grosbeak (female)

Similarities (between myself and the bird) - small and chunky - eats mainly seeds, fruits, and nuts - elusive and relatively solitary aside from nesting season - very intricate, unique nest type - monogamous - take care of young for a month after fledging (which is longer than quite a few birds) - dwells mainly in deciduous forests - I honestly think I do look a bit like a grosbeak overall - there is limited information on them (which is obnoxious, but kinda goes with my aesthetic honestly)

Things I Like About Them - very pretty markings, especially on face which makes for fun character design - they were my favorite bird as a child and I would get so excited during the brief period that they would be at our feeder

Differences - females don’t sing as much as males - I am very much a mimic- I echo other people’s words as well as animal noises a lot, mostly without thinking, and grosbeaks do not mimic. The males learn songs from their fathers, but that’s different, and I’m not male anyway.

Black Billed Magpie (cinnamon)

Similarities - eat a lot of fruit and grain - they are skilled mimics - mate for life something I aspire to achieve one day - have only been seen in Michigan ten times in the last hundred years, so it fits the “elusive bird who’s sightings should be documented” narrative - parents allow their young to stay with them as long as needed, sometimes even years - males and females are both very vocal and sing, talk, and chatter quite often - wary of new things and will shy away from bright colors and flashing lights (yes, that includes shiny things) - many widely believed myths spread about them (such as tendencies to thievery, attraction to shiny objects, and hoarding things tho I am guilty of that last one)

Things I Like About Them - Gorgeous wings and tail (though rather plain facial markings which is sad) - they’re just nice, funky little guys and they were one of my favorites when I was younger as well

Differences - not a bird I’d really call chunky lol - they eat meat (mostly bugs) and meat is not my favorite honestly - while some do only stay in groups of two, many others have tribe of up to twelve

Common Crow (cinnamon)

Similarities - will bring people they like random bits of things such leaves, rocks, lost keys, and bones, as gifts - stops for roadkill (though I don’t eat it, I’m just there to steal feathers or check opossum pouches for potential surviving babies) - bones is good, we like bones - also talented at imitating human speech, other animals, and just random noises they find intriguing - mate for life - very family oriented and good at taking care of each other. They’ve even been known to adopt unrelated fledglings - stay in the nest up to forty days after hatching and often remain with a family group for two years, helping their parents look after younger siblings - males and females are very vocal - wants to eat rocks - scavengers - likes fruits, nuts, and seeds - seen as weird or gross by the majority - slow to trust humans, but is very loyal once they do - could be considered chunky - cinnamons tend to have blue or silver eyes

Things I Like About Them - they are just. very good. - wing markings of cinnamons are very interesting, and while I’d like more intricacies to work with for facial markings, they’re still good and simple

Differences - they are very social birds (but most of that social time is spent with their family, which is where most of mine is spent as well, so I’m not sure this is a true difference) - consumes a lot of meat (which, as stated, is not my favorite) - they are very common in Michigan and easy to spot almost anywhere

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iheartgod175 · 7 months

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Some Thoughts!

Man, I haven’t done a post like this in a while! But I figured I might as well before I work on one of my numerous WIPs XD

—So, I’ve been back on a Zula Patrol kick like you wouldn’t believe. Though that should be obvious with all the memes I’ve been making, haha! I promise this won’t become a Zula Patrol only blog, haha!

—I’ll be working on building my graphic design/editing skills so I can properly redesign my blogs ^^ You can expect a few graphics throughout the month! :)

—Chapter 4 of The Zula Patrol: Dreamscape Crusade Remastered is also coming along pretty nicely. I’ve been enjoying adding the layers of mystery and horror to the world that Multo ends up in. Oh, and a couple of new characters are making their appearance, too. And that’s all I’m going to say about the subject!

—I’ve also been steadily working on Love Language for the last couple of months. I thought FOR SURE that I’d be posting its first chapter by the end of the month, but life happened—not to mention that I keep coming up with MORE headcanons for Multo and Zeeter that I just have to write down and put in the story. XD Also, the story’s grown to the point where I had to break it up into FIVE chapters, now, with the fifth being the actual conclusion. This story’s been so fun to work on, and I hope you’ll all enjoy it when I finally publish it.

—That being said, I did have a few insecurities regarding the writing of Love Language. I wondered if anybody would actually read this story since 1. ZP isn’t a very well-known cartoon, and 2. Even for rarepair standards, Multo/Zeeter sure seems like it came out of left field. And for about a few weeks, I did leave it alone, out of worry that nobody would read it. But then I came across posts in my feed that said that it’s important to write the stories that you’d like to read, even if they don’t get any readership, because telling your story is what matters. I’ve dealt with this a lot since writing all of my stories, namely my Zula Patrol series. And while I struggle with it occasionally, I’m not going to let that whole “nobody will probably read this” mentality stop me from writing about these goofy aliens, and my favorite opposites-attract ship, of which I’m the sole captain.

—While I’ve been working on Blazin’ Trails content off and on, I’m having a deuce of a time trying to work on the final chapter of the original BT. I’ll literally sit down and open the document, looking for something to leap out at me and inspire me to work…but nothing’s working. And I really want to get things started with Blazin�� Trails Redux as well…*sigh*

—As for Super Why stuff, I’m looking forward to seeing the new shorts that are debuting next month! I got to see the first short, and it’s adorable. And I also can’t wait to see more of Power Paige in action! I just really hope that Woofster and Alpha Pig aren’t written out of the show :(

—Speaking of PBS Kids stuff…I kinda sorta got back into both WordGirl and Arthur. GOD, I feel old! And now, I’m half-tempted to have WG guest star in SRBA like Santiago will. The SRBA ‘verse? More like Into the Reader-verse, LOL XD

—Sodor Magic Crusaders MAY be getting an update in the near future. I thought about working on it for the first time in months, and I remembered that I only have a few episodes left until I can get to write the second season.

—Slowly but surely getting back into Honkai Impact 3rd. I still haven’t gotten a chance to watch the part 2 trailer, but it looks like it’s gonna be interesting!

—One thing’s for sure. Power Paige will definitely appear in the SRBA ‘verse. I just have to figure out what her backstory would be as well as her powers and what kind of fighting style she’d have. I know for sure it won’t be a sword—we already have four sword fighters in SRBA thus far (Super Why, Presto, Muse and Jackson).

—In Super Why news, I HAVE been working on the fifth chapter bit by bit, and I’d like to say that it’s about 65% finished. I don’t think it’ll be quite as long as the last update, but I don’t want to speak too soon ^^;

—I haven’t drawn anime in ages, not since I first started uploading on DeviantArt. And I admit, the pic that I’m going to post of Usagi isn’t the best..but you know what? Screw it! The only way I can improve is to practice, even if it’s wonky or incorrect! ^^

#hanna-barbera #the zula patrol #super why #sailor moon #pbs kids #ramblings

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kawarikisaki · 9 months

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Go on.

Well, so very glad you asked random stranger. I can only assume this means you're wanting to hear my other Hakuba opinions, and you're in luck because that's literally all the encouragement I need.

So I'm gonna keep this rant to my thoughts of Hakuba's second Detective Conan appearance- The Detective Koshien. Cause there are actually a few different points there that I think are noteworthy. And this is gonna dip more into speculation than my thoughts on the last one- just giving you a fair warning.

And I'll start with the dynamic displayed between Hattori and Hakuba, because damn is that interesting.

To begin with when these two meet each other, Hattori doesn't know who Hakuba is (despite Hakuba being famous enough that one of his cases in England got television coverage in Japan), but Hakuba knows who Hattori is (though he only admits to having heard about him from his father). I think this fact contributes a bit to Hakuba having a sense of superiority over Hattori for the rest of the case, just that general sense of 'I know something you don't'. Meanwhile on Hattori's side of the interaction he's riled up when Conan compares him to Hakuba, he doesn't know this guy that's trying to steal the Detective of the East role but something about his little buddy telling him that this guy and he are alike is just rubbing him the wrong way. But more on Hakuba- generally I get the feeling that the way he introduces himself in that case is his attempt to make friends with Hattori, in his own kinda socially awkward way. He takes follows up Conan's comparison and tries to point out their similarities. He brags about the number of cases he's solved to show that he's skilled, but makes sure to say a number smaller than Hattori's to not hurt the other's pride- even if he immeadietly steps on that consideration by pointing out that the number he gave was only for cases in Japan. What really seals the deal for me in terms of him trying to get along though is that when Hattori objects to Hakuba taking Shinichi's place as the 'Detective of the East' Hakuba actually concedes and suggests that Conan fill that role instead.

Then when the case actually gets started he's very by-the-books about it. Which is odd, because he doesn't really seem to be that much of a stickler for protocol any other time we see him. There are a few ways that could potentially taken; maybe it's the result of butting heads with Hattori (possible but until the case starts and their methods clash Hakuba doesn't seem to actually have anything against Hattori)... maybe he's just been retconned a bit to have another trait to differentiate him from others (possible, but not really necessary)- instead I prefer to think that perhaps this is how he normally treats cases, after all this is also the only time we see him on a case that Kid isn't involved with and unfortunately we probably won't get another example anytime soon. So if we run with that assumption then Hakuba is normally the rules lawyer of detectives, but something about Kid cases in particular have caused him to loosen up, whether that's because he felt like he was being looked down on the first time (being given the case by his father in an attempt to knock him down a peg) or if it's just because he very quickly realized that going by the books would make him far too predictable to ever be a threat to Kid, so he had to adapt. (This post isn't about Kid though it'll be long enough just talking about the detective Koshien, but I do ship HakuKai/SaguKai, so uh... yeah let the bias be known, I have motives for tying all of Hakuba's interactions/relationships back to Kid.)

Annnnywaaay.

Despite Hakuba and Hattori butting heads on how to go about doing things, they work together well. Sharing information and actually trusting each other pretty easily. Hakuba complains about Hattori's methods but it comes from a place of wanting to ensure that the case gets solved with as little margin for error as possible.

I'd also like to point out that Hakuba is actually shown to use a pocket notebook to write down details of the case such as times that different people left a room (Counted down to the millisecond), and a rough schematic of the building they're in. We often see Conan writing down codes and such, but this instance of someone having recorded detailed alibis and case notes is (as far as I remember at least) unique to Hakuba. Realistically this is just because it's good to have a tangible record of such things, but this also paints him as being somewhat paranoid to be keeping track of others alibis so closely just in case something happens. Additionally I like to headcanon that maybe he does this because his memory isn't as strong as some of the other detectives we see (both Shinichi and Hattori being shown to have eidetic memories), there's really no evidence for this aside from him having a notebook and others not but It's a headcanon I like to play with.

Last thing I really want to point out about this case is probably the most obvious one, but it still bears mentioning... and that is the conclusion that Hakuba jumped to. He figures out that someone in the group is stealing and with almost no evidence linking them to the murder assumes they did it. Purely because after so long chasing Kid Theif=Culprit in his head, and when this is pointed out to him he actually smiles, because he realizes that because he made that connection he got tunnel vision and behaved almost as recklessly as he'd scolded Hattori for. This one ties back to that bit before that I said about how I think Hakuba might take a by-the-books approach normally but something about Kid makes him abandon that because you can almost see him switch modes in the moment when Conan and Hattori both call him out. Annnnd that's probably enough for this ramble.

#dcmk #hakuba saguru #this didn't end up being as long as I expected it to #also I'm assuming you sent the other ones too #I'll answer those tomorrow #it's late right now #rambling

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Stranger things incorrect quote generator (feat. Ronance with Murray, The Babysitters, Ronance and their kids and sadly no random stuff this time)

Pt 7

Ronance with Murray

*playing twister*

Murray: Right hand red.

Nancy: *ends up on top of Robin*

Robin: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Murray: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

(Murray making them canon ✊👑)

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Murray, at Nancy: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Robin, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

(I kinda want Murray to adopt Robin, so that he can teach her Russian)

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Robin: I didn't drink that much last night.

Murray: You were flirting with Nancy.

Robin: So what? They're my partner.

Murray: You asked if they were single.

Murray: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

(like am I the only one thinking that? With him adopting Robin)

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Robin: Are you a painting?

Nancy: What-?

Robin: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Murray: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG THEM OR SOMETHING-

(Murray is proud but also not proud of Robin's flirting skills)

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Robin: Why doesn’t Nancy find me sexy when I bite my lip?

Murray: What do you look like when you bite your lip?

Robin: *bites lip*

Murray: ...Have you considered biting your bottom lip instead?

(he would be the dad you could talk about anything really)

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Robin: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Nancy, blushing: Okay.

Murray: It's fucking summer

(Honestly, he found it impressive but stupid)

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Murray: So, what is Robin to you?

Nancy: The reason I wake up every morning.

Murray: ...That’s adorable.

Robin earlier that morning, barging into Nancy′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

(Murray asking that question, is so perfect for the Robin adoption AU)

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Murray: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Robin: Well Nancy and I-

Nancy: *elbows Robin*

Robin: ...wouldn't know.

(well Damn)

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Murray, bursting into the room: You two are having sex!

Robin, not looking up from their book: Really? Nancy, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

(That was him when he had his Hopper phase, but well they are older teens)

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Murray: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Robin: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Nancy I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

Robin, very much awake: Uh oh.

(Murray just helping Robin with her love life)

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Robin: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?

Nancy: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.

Nancy: Would you like me to tutor you?

Murray: That was smooth.

(It was, Robin would be a stuttering mess)

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Murray: Did you take out Nancy as I requested?

Robin: Nancy has been taken out, yes.

Murray: You have my grat-

Robin: It was a great restaurant.

Robin: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Robin: Nancy proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

(Murray and Robin being Russians spies AU)

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Murray: And now for a gay update with Robin and Nancy.

Nancy: Getting gayer.

Murray: Thank you, Nancy.

(They are getting gayer every second)

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Robin: *yawns*

Nancy: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Robin: Then you must be exhuasted.

Murray: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

(Single Dad Murray finally being fed up that they are flirting all the time)

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Robin: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Nancy: *raises hand*

Murray: *puts their hand down*

(He knows what you are, Nancy)

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Robin: Did Nancy just tell me they loved me for the first time?

Murray: Yeah, they did.

Robin: And did I just do finger guns back?

Murray: Yeah, you did.

(Father-Daughter bonding. Also oof)

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Murray: This totally sucks, man.

Nancy: This is horrible.

Murray: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.

Nancy: No, it’s not that, it’s Robin.

Nancy: It’s just like, I can’t get them out of my head and every time I look at them I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s their fault, that bitch!

(Nancy doesn't know that Murray adopted Robin, also I'm not sure how he would reacted to the 'that bitch' part)

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Murray: Hey, Nancy, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Nancy: Yeah.

Murray: And you, Robin?

Robin: Umm... yes?

Murray: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Robin: Did they just-

(Nancy probably thought she was gonna be invited to dinner or smth, but she got something better)

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[The Babysitters]

Argyle: Hey Nancy, can you give me the opposite of these words?

Argyle: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down.

Nancy: Never, Going, To, Give, You-

Nancy: The fucking satisfaction.

(He tried, he tried, but you can't Rickroll her)

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Nancy: *holds a gun out to Eddie*

Eddie: I-I don't believe in guns.

Nancy: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.

(I feel like Eddie fits the best here? Idk why)

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Eddie: I’m in love with you.

Steve: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Eddie: I know.

Steve: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

(Fruity Four or Six smth... I forgot the name when you add Jargyle, definitely had a prank war)

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*the TV is freaking out*

Jonathan: Don’t worry, you have to treat an electronic like you treat a patient on life support.

*unplugs the TV, then plugs it back in again. nothing changes*

Jonathan: Yeah, that didn’t work with my grandma either.

(And I oop-)

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Steve: We both look very handsome tonight.

Eddie: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you."

Steve: I couldn't take that chance.

(I feel like eitherway it would fit)

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Jonathan: *looks at Argyle*

Jonathan: Baby boy. Baby.

Jonathan: *looks at Steve*

Jonathan: Evil.

(I just liked the Baby boy. Baby. Part for Argyle, no Steve hate lol)

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Jonathan They couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.

Argyle: That's not true! I found my way out of a paper bag yesterday!

(good job Argyle! 😃)

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Robin: Why is Jonathan crying on the floor?

Nancy: They're drunk.

Robin: And?

Nancy: They saw a picture of Argyle's spouse.

Robin: But they're Argyle's spouse.

Nancy: I know.

(jargyle 😌)

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Steve: *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Robin: *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Steve: God?!

(She would honestly do this for weeks, but in different ways)

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Eddie: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts.

Robin: Hey, Eddie.

Eddie: GODDAMNIT!

(Robin when she dies in S5 (which she probably hopefully won't) and going to the same place as Eddie 🙂)

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Jonathan, in a horrible German accent: Bill Nye is on break, I'm Bill Nein.

Robin: Can I go to the bathroom?

Jonathan, in the same horrible German accent: Nein!

(I just loved this quote, because I'm German lol, and how can one have a horrible accent with 'Nein', it's just 9 in English lol)

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Jonathan, at Steve: You're my significant other.

Steve: Yeah I am!

Jonathan, at Robin: You're my child.

Robin: Yes boss.

Jonathan, at Eddie: You're my bitch.

Eddie: Yeah I am- wait, what?

Jonathan, at Argyle: My bestie.

Argyle: Naturally.

Jonathan, Nancy: HA, GAY!

Nancy: Fuck you.

(Stonathan ig, but I find the Nancy part funny 😂 Jargyle are canonly Besties rn so perfect 💅, idk what to say about the other parts)

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Steve: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?

Nancy: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since your speech, then I guess we are.

(do I need to explain 🤨)

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Eddie: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

(They boy who died, come to live 👃)

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Nancy: Where are you going?

Robin: Hell, eventually.

(reminds me of that person who accidentally came out that way, which was iconic btw)

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Robin: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Jonathan. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Jonathan!

Steve: Nope.

Robin: In that case, as the archbishop of Steve's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Jonathan right on the lips!!!

(Stonathan ig. But I love that Robin is the archbishop of Steve's fully awakened gaydom)

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Nancy: *angrily presses Robin against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Robin: ...

Robin: Are we about to kiss-

(um no... Why?)

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Steve: So how’s the food Eddie made?

Jonathan: It's great! Compliments to them.

Steve: *goes to the kitchen*

Steve: You're adorable.

Eddie: *blushes*

(this quote is so cute to me)

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Jonathan: I put the pun in punishment.

Eddie: I put the top in unstoppable.

Steve: I put the cute in execute.

Robin: I put the sexy in dyslexia.

Nancy: I put the ass in class.

Argyle: I put the D in Jonathan.

(I-... Damn Argyle... Also Robin 😎)

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Jonathan: Steve and I got married!!

Eddie: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.

(Either he jealous or teasing people who date Steve)

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Argyle: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Steve and Robin's convo?

Eddie: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Nancy: I'm in the washing machine.

Jonathan: I'm in the closet.

Eddie: We accept you Jonathan. <3

Jonathan: No I'm literally in the closet.

Eddie: Love is love. <3

(it should have been the bathroom)

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Steve: Fine! Judge all you want but...

Steve, points at Nancy: Married a lesbian. (It's Robin)

Steve, points at Jonathan: Left a man at the altar.

Steve, points at Argyle: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.

Steve, points at Robin: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.

Steve, points at Eddie: Lives in a box!

(seems accurate enough)

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Argyle: Here comes the lightning!

Argyle, whispering: You've got to imagine it coming out my fingertips, wherein I am an almighty wizard.

Eddie: Ok, currently imagining that. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.

(They would have loved each other)

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Robin: Blue M&Ms are the best.

Steve: whAT IS THIS SLANDER?

Robin: What about it? They are.

Steve: I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH LIES ON MY CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!

Steve: THE RED ONES ARE THE BEST!

Robin: YEAH? WELL YOUR MOM'S A HO!

Nancy: They're all chocolate inside, the colors don't mean anything.

Argyle: I like the yellow ones.

Robin and Steve: SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH!

(How dare you yell at Arygle 😑)

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Robin: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Steve's birthday invitations.

Jonathan: Well, what are they supposed to say?

Robin: "Steve's birthday".

Jonathan: So, what do they say instead?

Robin: "Steve’s bi".

Jonathan:

Jonathan: Works out either way.

(Yep)

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Jonathan: I feel like doing something stupid.

Argyle: I’m stupid, do me.

(Wel you said it yourself Jonathan, do something stupid)

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Argyle: If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need.

Argyle: Not all this "how did you get into my house" business.

(Thank you)

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Argyle: Do you want to know your gay name?

Jonathan: My... my gay name?

Argyle: Yeah, it's your first name-

Jonathan: Haha. Very funny Argyle-

Argyle: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Jonathan: Oh- oh my god.

(Jargyle ❤️✨)

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Argyle: Look, Jonathan! It's the good Kush!

Jonathan: It's the dollar store, how good can it be?

(I can hear them say that)

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Robin: That's ridiculous, Nancy doesn't have a crush on me.

Jonathan: Yes they do.

Argyle: Yes they do.

Nancy: Yes I do.

(You heard it here first folks, Nancy has a crush on Robin)

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Nancy: *makes Robin a cup of tea but puts salt in it*

Robin: *sips tea*

Nancy:

Robin: *finishes tea*

Nancy: Didn't it taste bad?

Robin: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

Nancy, tearing up: Oh, okay.

(Nancy wanted to prank Robin, it failed successfully tho)

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Jonathan: You remind me of the ocean.

Nancy: Because I'm deep and mysterious?

Jonathan: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

("That I'll never love a boy, the way I love the ocean" is so much more fitting now, thank you Jonathan)

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Robin: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Steve: You and me!

Robin: *tearing up* Ok.

(They are such an iconic duo 🙏✨)

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Jonathan: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Eddie: What’s up your ass this morning!

Steve: *walks in* ...Hey.

Eddie: Hmm… nevermind.

Jonathan: WAIT NO!

(Well Damn)

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Robin: I'm yet to properly begin my history notes BUT!!!! I got 100% on a quiz about european countries so who's the REAL winner here.

(You are, Robin 😌)

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Nancy: Okay, what does A stand for?

Robin: Arson.

Nancy: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?

Robin: Barson.

Steve: *laughter*

Nancy: What stands for C?

Robin: Commit arson.

Steve: Oooo.

Nancy: D!

Robin: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.

Steve: *more laughter*

(I love this one so much)

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[Ronance and their kids]

Max: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Robin’*

Will: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

(She would write notes)

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Nancy: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Robin and I are dating.

Robin, Will, Erica, and Max: *gasp*

Nancy: Robin, why are you surprised?!

(Erica probably knew, Max hat her suspicion and Will didn't believe other gay people exist)

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*Nancy and Max looking at a locked gate into a park*

Nancy: Aw. :(

Max: You know what they say.

Nancy: Please don’t-

Max: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Nancy: Frick-

(yes >:3)

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Erica: Are we really going to let Robin keep Will?

Nancy: We kept Max.

(They are collecting the Gays)

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

Will: *Minding their own business, looking for tortilla chips.*

Will: *Finds tortilla chips.*

Erica , to Lucas: See, they know what they're here for. They know what they're doing. Be more like them. Make a decision, Lucas!

(siblings ✨)

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Robin: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Will: Oh. We're going out?

Robin: Wh...

(That's when Robin told a very long speech about why Will is amazing and everyone should love him)

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Lucas: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Robin, used to Lucas being dumb: Sure...

Lucas: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Robin: Okay?

Lucas: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Robin:

Lucas: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Robin: Jesus, that one is a little-

Will, interested: No, no, Lucas, keep going.

(Robin be acting like she wouldn't say the same stuff)

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Max: Do you know the ABCs of first aid?

Robin: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

(the Soccer thing)

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Will: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Lucas: Cannibalism.

Will: *confused chewing noises*

(the Byers are Cinnamon rolls who could kill you)

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Nancy: What are your three best qualities?

Lucas: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

(Lucas Apprication 🥺🙏✨)

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Erica : Deep down, I'm sure I was always pretty okay with you.

Robin: Thanks, Erica!

Erica : It wasn't a compliment, numbnuts.

(it was just the facts)

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Nancy: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.

Nancy: *upends the bottle*

(I can hear the sound)

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Nancy: I think I need a hug...

Will: Good thing I'm hug shaped!

*45 minutes later*

Nancy: You... you can let go now.

Will: No, I absolutely cannot.

(everyone needs a will hug)

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Will: ARE YOU-

Erica : Fucking.

Will: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Erica : Fucking.

Will: IDIOT!

Nancy: …What was that?

Erica : Lucas banned Will from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

(Erica would definitely do that, but Will also had to pay her to do it, she a business lady)

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Max: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Nancy: Several traffic violations.

Lucas: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Erica : Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Robin: Also, that’s not our car.

(Max Appreciation 🥺✨🙏)

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Robin: Are you having another depressive episode?

Max: A depressive episode?

Max: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

(imma just let this stand here)

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Lucas: Uh, Nancy? Max is in the pool and I don't think they're waterproof.

Nancy: What?

Erica : I think they meant, Max is drowning.

Nancy: WHAT?!

*Meanwhile*

Max: *is drowning*

Robin: OH MY GOD, MAX! KEEP SWIMMING!

Max: I can't swim, dumbass— *sinks*

Robin: MAX!

(well I guess Sadie's characters sank)

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Robin: So oxygen went on a date with potassium, it went... OK.

Erica : I thought oxygen was dating magnesium, OMG.

Robin: Actually oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like NO.

Lucas: I thought oxygen had that double bond with the hydrogen twins.

Max: Looks like someone's a HO.

Erica : NaBrO.

Nancy: I'm done with all of you!

(I love this quote very much 🥺 Also, Erica being a nerd 👀)

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Lucas: Do you know that we are made out of atoms?

Lucas: And atoms never touch each other.

Lucas: So in my defense, officer. I did not punch this kid.

(the kid was Jason)

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*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered*

Erica : You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer?

Robin: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine.

Lucas: What about Max? Nobody ever suspects Max!

Max: Well what about Nancy? They have a gun!

Nancy: Erica has a knife.

Erica : Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs Lucas in the arm*

(Sibling love. Nancy and guns 🥺)

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Max: Hey, let’s mess with Robin, guys!

Lucas: Hey, Robin, your momma so fat-

Robin: My mom committed multiple war crimes and is now locked in solitary confinement in a Bolivian prison.

Erica : Well, uh- your dad-

Robin: My father left when I was two to be captured and consequentially sacrificed by a group of feral ferrets.

Lucas: The fuck-

Nancy: Well then...

Max: Stop, Nancy!

Nancy: Your grandparents so-

Robin: My grandmother floated into the sky like a balloon with too much helium when my grandfather spontaneously combusted.

Robin: You cannot best me, mortals.

(Gasp, we finally have some info about her family)

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Max, after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.

(the Vecna Symptoms 👀)

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Lucas: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Max a little bit.

Will, holding Lucas's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Lucas: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Will: My mistake.

(just a little)

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Robin: I am in charge of this disaster!

Max: I have a name, you know.

(then max got a speech about how she is loved while still being a disaster, because Robin is also a disaster)

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Robin: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.

Nancy: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

(If that's not how Robin comes out in S5 to Nancy, I don't want it)

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Erica: Lucas, I need some advice.

Lucas: You need advice from ME?

Erica: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

(I wonder why)

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Robin, throwing their head into Nancy's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Nancy, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

(affectionately)

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Nancy: I hate to tell you this, but one of you was adopted.

Erica & Max:

Erica: Only one...?

(This is funny)

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Lucas: Can I ask a dumb question?

Erica: Better than anyone I know.

(I love them)

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Will, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

(it's the duffers. And also, Give👏Will👏A👏Gun👏)

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Will: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done?

Erica: *sighs*

Erica: I killed a man.

(Damn, I didn't know you could act straight like that, how far were you in the closet?)

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Lucas: We all have our demons.

Lucas, grabbing Erica: This one’s mine.

(I love this, i love them)

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Erica: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public.

Robin: The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

(Erica is too smart for that shit)

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Lucas: Where are your parents?

Robin: What are parents?

Lucas: That’s just about the saddest thing I ever heard get said.

(Lucas S3 trying to start a conversation, when Robin was sitting next to Max by the ambulance or smth and he was standing in front of them)

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Lucas: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Max: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Will: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Robin: I joined you in the dumb stuff.

Nancy: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

(seems accurate)

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Hope you liked it.

Now I just need to mention the Murray adopts Robin AU again, because it just gives be those good vibes

Also anyone have a Ronance fic where Robin is a Russian Spy?

Anyway, lots of love ✨🥺❤️🙏

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originalhomestuckscenarios · 2 years

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Hi there, glad you liked Gamzee request

May I now ask for unsent letter from Dave to reader?

Dave and reader have their one year anniversary and Dave (being dork that he is) wrote a letter thanking them for sticking with him and showing him the beauty in the world. Only to back out last minute because 'What if this is too much?'. Reader and Dave are already pretty secure in relationship but the doubts never realy leave (know from experience).

Later reader finds the letter between some papers, possibly rap lyric written on them

Reader is rather easy going person with a lot of wisdom inside them (a bit like Uncle Iroh from atla if you're familiar). They like all kinds of music, dancing and other arts. They also have a appreciation for all kinds of wepons, their favourite being sword kind.

I have some troubles writing Dave's speech but I hope it's not too out of character...

ALSO Iroh is best character in Atla. I'm not gonna change my mind about it ever.

One year flew by like it was nothing. I guess the two of you are so cool the concept of time is having a hard time adjusting to your awesomeness. At first he didn't think that anniversary was important... But he suddenly had a lot of ideas for some dorky dates- which would be very fun and ironic to do.

Everything came down to him writing to you. You'd definitely like his sick writing skills, so obviously he can't rob you of that. Except he had no idea what he was doing.

After finishing the letter, Dave kept staring at it. With each read he felt less confident about it and started adding changes... But it ended up with him crossing a lot of it out. He eventually gave up and didn't really bother to dispose of it. It was just that worthless that it didn't deserve a proper throwing out. It was a dumb idea anyways- or so he thought.

You had a very sweet date on that occasion. After that you decided to chill at his place. You noticed piles of his rap lyrics and he said that you were more than welcome to read them.

Shuffling through the paper you see the letter. At first you thought he wanted you to find it but when you saw how many of it is crossed out... You knew he gave up on it. Regardless you read it.

Dear Y/N

I always thought it's cheesy to call your partner "dear" but right now I think you're very much dear to me and my younger self can suck it. I'm writing this letter to thank you, for everything. Woah it kinda sounds like I'm saying goodbye or something. That's not the case though I just don't think I say thank you enough and that's super fucking lame of me because you're amazing. You showed me a lot of great things in life and gave me support and advice when I needed it most. You're like the cool wise person everyone loves and adores. Like damn you sometimes make me look like a dork. Thanks to you it's been a great year. I hope there will be more cool moments we can share together and ironically be the cringe couple of lovebirds.

Again, thanks

Dave

You couldn't help but smile, and as he noticed that your reaction wasn't the one you'd have when reading a very sick lyric he wanted to know what was that about. The second the letter was brought to his attention he had some complaints to his past self about not at least putting it where you couldn't find them.

He didn't go back on his words within it but when you asked why he threw it away he said "I mean, I kinda wanted to try something else. Or at least put that thing in different words since this is embarrassing for no reason" and that was all he could say about it.

Just don't mention it to anyone okay?

#dave homestuck #homestuck dave #dave strider #dave x reader

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sillytoya · 2 years

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The plan begins

Summary: Dirty Diana, the nickname speaks for itself. She’s like a fever dream, one that everybody thinks they can get a taste of. After discovering things from her not so distant past, Jason Carver decided that she would be the perfect bait for his plan: break Eddie Munson. And then everything collapsed.

Part 1

Author's note: So, here is the second part! Honestly, I’m really happy with this one, pretty good for my skills. Ah, three things before the chapter: 1- Imade a Spotify playlist for the fanfic (nothing REALLY connected, but ya know), 2- I’ll be making a tag list for D.D. if you guys want to (someone remembered me the other day, thank you @ that I forgot 😅) and 3- I didn't proofread this.

Warnings: Kinda angst, psychological abuse mentioned, swearing, self hurt mention, blackmail and threatening mentioned, drug mentions (weed)

Rating: 18+ (minors do not interact) (pls guys, don't wanna be a partner in crime)

Words: 1912

After Diana left the restroom, she spent the rest of the day hidden in a corner at the parking lot, just waiting for the time to go home, that was another bad part of this unbelievable day. The last thing she needed were screams right at her ears about how one of her parents was wrong. Who decided she was a judge of irrelevant causes?

When the bell rang, she got on her feet and walked to her car. Nobody was there, people were still walking out of their classes, the only sound to be heard were the leaves bouncing by the wind, the things were calm and relaxing. At least she had time to organize her thoughts before jumping again into hell.

And it was only the first month of her senior year. Diana started to think that if she survived this, she'd somehow live forever and all the future problems would be nothing compared to this situation in terms of stress.

Diana was about to start her car, just when she saw Jason leaving the build through the rear view. He was smiling lightly like always, surrounded by his friends, like he was an amazing and innocent guy. Diana isn’t one of those really violent people, she doesn't like to see others getting hurt and all that, but some part of her, a really loud one, wanted to put her foot all the way down the back up and hit him.

He was almost passing close by the car, probably couldn’t recall it was her’s. She could blame it on the car, say that there was a defect in the brake and everything happened too fast to process and warn him before the impact. She could.

Diana tightened her grip at the steering wheel, her eyes locked on him, anger burning so much that made her head hurt. And then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m going crazy, but not that much. Calm down” Diana loosened her grip on the steering wheel and let her head fall on the car seat. She didn’t need more drama, at least not that day. And then she left the parking lot without running over anybody.

When home, Diana went straight to her room to avoid any kind of argument between her parents. She dropped her bag on the ground and started walking in circles to analyze the options she had. How could she approach Eddie Munson effectively enough to satisfy Jason Carver?

Making him trust her wouldn’t be easy. The only one hundred percent sure information she has is that Eddie hates everybody and the whole “school hierarchy” thing, he screamed somethings about it at lunchtime some times. Using her “Dark Queen” card wouldn't work well and would probably push him away. Diana has to be smooth and subtle at first. He looks tough, hard to talk to, possibly harsh trying to scare her.

But Eddie tried to make her stop to punch the restroom’s sink earlier, in the worst way, but still. Maybe because it was a really specific situation and he panicked… “Eddie Munson panicking? Nah, he doesn’t seem like that.”

Diana stayed focused in her brainstorm for some considerable amount of time, she even raised the possibility of trying to get into Hellfire Club, although she recognized it was a terrible idea and threw it out. The information Jason gave her turned out useless, she couldn’t just show up at his club or the Hideout. Who would go there on a Tuesday? No wonder nobody talks about them.

Just when an almost-good-enough-plan was forming in her head, she was distracted by a burnt smell. Diana quickly ran to see what happened. Following the smell she ended up in the kitchen, and right after that, the screams started.

“Are you out of your mind?” Her mother was pointing at something that now looked like coal, but probably was supposed to be their dinner.

“Now it’s my fault? You said two hours and a half!”

“What happened? I smelled burning, you’re okay?” Diana interrupted them trying to calm the situation, but she put gasoline on the fire.

“Your mother told me to let the chicken for two hours and a half in the oven, it burned and she’s blaming it on me!” Her father screamed his explanation.

“‘Two hours and a half’ my ass, Frank! I said one hour and a half! One! Your father is turning deaf and doesn’t accept it” her mother screamed right after.

And they were back at the yelling. Diana only wanted some time in peace, but she felt like she salted the holy supper to be so wronged by life. She needed a moment to feel light, let her brain rest a little. “Wait a damn minute” she remembered a really specific thing: Eddie was a drug dealer, he definitely has weed!

Diana leaned at the door frame of the ketching and crossed her arms and looked at the ground to think. Sure, she had smoked one or two times before, but just a puff from a friend’s and that was enough to get her a little dizzy. How much would be needed to make her relaxed enough? But most important: would that be the best way to get close to him?

“Worth the shot” Diana mumbled to herself before turning to her parents “Calm down you two, I’ll order pizza. Just please get rid of that and don’t argue anymore, it's already burned.”

Her parents looked at each other with unhappy faces, almost threatening to kill themselves, but ended agreeing and said which flavor they wanted. Diana went to her room, but before she called the pizza place, she called the friend who let her have a puff at some party. Lucky he answered quickly.

“Brian? Diana here.”

“My queen! What a lovely surprise. What’s up?” He spoke with an audible smile.

“I was wondering if you have that stuff’s’ guy contact… What’s his name again?”

“Munson? Since when you use it, Diana?” Brian laughed again.

“I don’t, but I’m in need to relax a little, ya know? Royalty is tiring, some sugar might do the trick” Diana answered in the same light tone as his.

“Fair enough” he said and started to say Munson’s number as she quickly searched for a paper to note it down.

“Thanks, Brights. You’re a lifesaver!”

“You’re always welcome, m’queen.”

After that she ordered the pizza and stayed in her room, thinking of how to talk to Eddie. How could she talk to him after that ridiculous meeting? Act like nothing happened or apologize again? Diana went through a lot of possibilities completely immersed in her thoughts, only stopping when the food arrived.

The dinner was silent and kind of tense. Her family used to be different. In a not so distant past they were talkative, relaxed, they were happy, but in the middle of 1983 it all turned into a pile of guilt, broken trust and trauma.

Diana went back to her room, looked at her phone, biting her nail for about a minute, until she decided to finally call him. Everytime it rang made her heart beat a little faster and it almost stopped when someone picked it up. She talked first.

“Hello, is it Munson?”

And it was. They had a quick conversation and she’ll be at a forgotten picnic table in the middle of the woods after class. Diana let her body fall on the bed and her mind to take a break from all the pressure. Everything will work just fine.

When Diana arrived school the next day, she acted normal, talking to people at the hall, giving suggestive looks to boys who got her eye, the usual. And then she saw Eddie Munson in the corridor, for the first time she actually noticed his appearance. The long rebel hair gives him a wild look that certally matches his personality and Diana had to admit, she kinda liked what she saw. And Diana also caught his eyes, but not only for the looks. Sure, she’s beautiful, but her attitude was the big deal for Eddie. The confidence in her walk like she owned the place, a different type of charisma that gives her the ‘Dark Queen of Hawkins High” title.

The day went on slow and boring, much to Diana’s luck, she couldn’t take any more drama. But she was anxious to see Eddie, something that she never thought would cross her mind. And wasn’t even the idea of being completely alone in the middle of the woods with a freak, like Jason loved to say, but the pressure to seduce him. Sure, Diana isn’t pure or innocent, she did a lot of things with different guys, but nothing this risky.

What leads her to the marked place with her legs trembling, all alone, immersed in her own thoughts. Until she heard footsteps, making her wake up and look at where the sound came.

“Hello, Dark Queen” the way Eddie Munson spoke, a little theatrical, made Diana let a snort out as he walked to the other side of the picnic table to sit.

“Hello, Mr. Munson” she looked at him with a light smile but right after turned her gaze down to the table. “Listen, I’m here for the good stuff. Believe me, I’m really needing it right now. But first, I want to apologize for, you know, yesterday” she looked serious at Eddie, who was a little surprised by the apology.

“Uh, well, I would do the same if someone fucking grabbed me by the arms from behind in a restroom. Wasn’t my smartest move. Sorry ‘bout that” there he goes making Diana snort again.

“It’s fine, you tried to help me. Well, you kinda did, my hands aren’t even bruised,” she lifted her arms to show him “see? You held me like no other man ever did, Munson.” She winked with a sly smile, ripping a chuckle from him.

“It’s a pleasure to please the Dark Queen” Eddie’s smile matched her’s before they started to laugh. Diana was surprisingly amused by his easy going self, nothing like he acted in public, nothing like Jason says.

“You know, you’re really different from what I thought you’d be like” Diana rested her arms by the table and looked directly at him.

“Mean and scary?”

“More like harsh and trying to scare me off” she emphasized the “trying” part as her sly smile showed up again. Eddie gasped at her as his hands went above his heart, comically offended.

“You don’t think I’m scary? I’m a freak, your majesty! I’m a cult leader” he put his hands by his head to make horns and made a ‘demon’ noise.

“Oh, please! I saw people doing way more harmful things than having a club with a weird name” with that Eddie stood up to walk around the table.

“Okay, first, it’s not weird, it’s cool. And second,” he got closer to her and lowered till her height “you don’t know that.” They were staring at each other's eyes, Diana was enjoying this, Eddie’s big eyes were hypnotic in some way.

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“Try me, big boy.” Eddie could say the same about Diana too. The iris of her eyes caughted him under some sort of magnetism, difficult to tear his gaze apart. “But let’s do it another day. Now,” she was the one to turn the face away “how does it work exactly?”

Thanks for reading!

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #st fanfic #stranger things angst #st angst #eddie munson #eddie munson X character #dirty diana #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst

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arospecsyourblockdudes · 2 years

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Hey all! I did a little thing for the @mcytblraufest , my little fic here is for @blueliac ! If you saw it before it’s because I posted it before the due date whoops. Here it is on time I think if not a little late maybe. I tried to make it cyberpunk-y but it’s mostly just kinda robot-y.

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“Day forty-three. The Sausage model is coming along nicely. I just need to finish a few edits in the code, and we should be set to test him out again.”

Gem smiled and gave a thumbs-up to her camera before shutting it back down. The coding for this AI-run robot she and her brother, Fwhip, were trying to make was always screwy. AI was tricky to perfect, and it was really only used in simpler computers. But putting an AI code into a larger, functioning robot….well, that would be something entirely new.

And the Rose twins were nothing if not persistent.

“How’s the computer work going?” Fwhip called from next to the workbench. He’d been working on the design and structure of the robot, not having the skill or patience for coding. What he did have, however, was the mechanical equivalent of a green thumb.

“Give me a couple seconds.” Gem replied. “I don’t know which part needs to be fixed from the last time.”

“Just make it not chew on wires.”

“Perfect, why didn’t I think of that.” Gem rolled her eyes, and scanned the code again. It looked fine, but she made a couple tweaks anyways. It doesn’t hurt to be safe. “Right. Wheel him over, will you.”

Fwhip pushed the workbench over and Gem plugged the download cord into Sausage. All that was left was to wait.

“I think we’ve gone through everything that can go wrong.” Fwhip said, hovering anxiously over the robot. “It has to work this time.”

“Don’t say that! You’ll jinx us.” Gem sighed and pulled up a stool to sit and wait. She watched Fwhip look over the frame and wiring of the robot, searching for anything that could go wrong. A couple times, the wiring had fallen out or something got bent or knocked out of place, and he’d have to re-do almost the whole thing. They hadn’t even put him together past the metal-and-wires frame of the robot, in case somehow that went wrong.

But it had to work today. It had to. Forty-three days of this.

The computer dinged to indicate that the download was complete, and Gem rushed to turn on her camera. Fwhip looked to her for the go-ahead, and reached beneath the robot’s neck to press the power button at her nod.

The robot lay still for a moment, before it turned its head from side to side. Gem held her breath as it slowly sat up and looked at her. Waiting for something to go wrong.

“Hello!” The robot spoke. Its voice box was a bit scratchy, but that could be adjusted easily. “Who are you?”

“I’m Gem Rose.” She waved awkwardly. “And this is my brother, Fwhip Rose.”

The robot nodded and looked over at Fwhip, to properly process the data, possibly. “Do I have a name?”

“We can call you Sausage.” Fwhip replied before Gen could say anything.

“No, we should give him a normal name. Jay?”

“Both sound good!” The robot laughed. “I do think Sausage is the best one.”

“Right then.” Gem turned off her camera. “Sausage it is.”

—(@)—

Sausage didn’t explode within the first five minutes of him being powered on. Nor did his code make him eat things he shouldn’t, nor did anything fall apart. He actually worked.

Gem couldn’t believe it, really. She knew they’d been getting closer to finally getting a complex robot AI that actually worked normally, but forty-three days of the thing’s head falling off. It makes you expect failure.

Fwhip was beyond ecstatic, naturally. They powered off Sausage after a few minutes making sure he wouldn’t collapse when walking or anything, and he let out the loudest cheer Gem might’ve ever heard.

He’d wanted to get started on designing his look right away, but Gem made him actually rest for a day.

“He’ll look pretty later.” She’d told him, placing a bowl of microwaved noodles in front of him. “He doesn’t even know.”

But once he was approved back in the workshop, he was on it like fire on a match. He covered Sausage with tan-colored rubber and attached a wig of dark brown hair, and then a beard. Just for fun, Gem thinks.

“What color eyes should I give him?” Fwhip had asked, holding up a couple of glass eyes.

“It’s weird that you have this many.” Gem stepped closer to admire the work. It all looked very natural, which was a little spooky. “I don’t know. Blue?”

And so Fwhip put blue eyes in. Once that was finished, he had to make sure Sausage didn’t break any of it when he was powered on and moving around. Other than replacing a glass eye that fell out, everything was working fine. It felt like the universe was giving them some good luck to make up for everything else.

—(@)—

There had been so much talk of what to do to get Sausage up and running that there hadn’t been much of what they’d do after he was.

So far, he stayed around the house. He wore whatever bits of Gem’s or Fwhip’s clothes fit him and he liked to cook and hang out in the workshop.

So one day, they sat him down at their small kitchen table. To see what he’d like to do. Logically, he was a smart computer system that could learn and make decisions so it should be sound. Less so, it was very hard to distinguish him from a person sometimes.

“So, Sausage.” Gem started, folding her hands together on the table. “Me and Fwhip were talking, and we were wondering what you’d like to do with your time? I mean, you’ve been great help around here, but if you didn’t want to, we can find something else to do.”

“You’re very sturdy.” Fwhip nodded, ever proud of his craftsmanship. “So if you wanted to keep hanging out in the workshop you could.”

Sausage thought a moment, tapping a finger against his chin. “Well, to be honest, I would like maybe some clothes of my own. You guys are very stylish but I am bigger than you so they don’t really fit.”

Fwhip laughed and Gem shook her head. “We can call Pearl over tomorrow, she can make you something.” She said. “But, seriously. We don’t want to decide for you, you know?”

Sausage nodded. “I like the workshop. I think I’d like to design things! Make all the things you guys make look pretty. I think that’d be nice.”

So he was shaping up to be an artsy sort of guy. Gem had thought he might be into more physically-minded things, but maybe she was judging because they built him large.

“Yeah, definitely!” Fwhip grinned. “We’d be an unstoppable trio. Quality tech that actually looks nice? We’ll be rich.”

—(@)—

Pearl came over the next day with her sewing kit and a measuring tape.

“Thanks for coming by on short notice.” Gem smiled as she let her in.

Pearl shrugged and settled herself on the couch. “Oh, it’s no problem. You know I love visiting.” She leaned forward to peek through doorways. “Where’s the little scamp?”

“I’ll get him. He’s with Fwhip in the workshop.”

Gem went out to the workshop to drag Sausage away from his drawings.

“I was almost done with that one!” He pouted, following her across their small lawn. “Just a minute?”

“No, Pearl’s here to give you an outfit. You have to come in and say hi at least.”

Despite his protests, Sausage followed Gem into the living room, and Pearl’s eyes lit up when she saw him.

“Hey there buddy! I’m Pearl Moon!” She grinned and stuck out a hand for him.

Sausage returned the smile and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you! I’m Jay Sausage, but the Jay is silent.”

“Oh, he’s strong.” Pearl nodded approvingly. “Why’d you call him Sausage, anyhow?”

“Don’t even get started on that.” Gem sighed and sat down as well.

For tue next couple minutes, Sausage and Pearl chatted about what sort of style he’d like, what colors he wanted. She stood him up and took all sorts of measurements, jotting them down on a piece of paper. Then, she got to work.

Pearl and Sausage got on like a wildfire. They talked about whatever sort of nonsense while Pearl worked on cutting out material and stitching it together. Sausage even helped some, as she taught him how to do a couple small stitches in the fabric.

In about an hour, Pearl had finished up, just a pair of pants and a blue shirt. She left, only accepting payment of fifteen dollars and a promise to bring Sausage over to test out how strong he was.

—(@)—

Gem really didn’t know what else she expected.

She’d dropped Sausage off at Pearl’s place so the two of them could spend some time together. They acted like old friends after knowing each other an hour, and Pearl was relatively cautious, so she and Fwhip thought it would be alright for them to do whatever while they worked.

Gem should’ve kept that “relatively” in mind.

“If Fwhip finds out you two were fighting each other, he’s gonna be upset.” Gem said, crossing her arms.

“None of us got hurt! See, I’m not even falling apart or nothing!” Sausage grinned. “It was fun! He won’t mind.”

“Yeah, stop being so gentle with the little guy.” Pearl punched his shoulder, which he just laughed at. “He even beat me a couple times.”

Gem was actually impressed by that. Pearl was nearly six feet tall and practically made of muscle. And she didn’t let people win. “Well, still. There’s always a possibility for something to get knocked out of place.”

“Gem, you worry way too much.” Sausage laughed and threw an arm around her shoulders. “I’m fine! Pearl’s fine! No need to worry.”

Gem sighed. He was right, it did seem like it was fine. Just a couple friends beating each other up. Why did she have to be so protective over him? He didn’t need it.

“You’re right, it looks fine. I just worry.”

“You’re like a mama hen.” Pearl giggled. “You need a nap.”

“Oh, not you too.” Gem rolled her eyes and smiled. “Sausage, don’t even mention it to Fwhip, he’ll explode.”

—(@)—

It was a quiet evening in the workshop. Just the way Gem liked it. The only sounds in the room were her typing, Sausage’s pencil scritches, and Fwhip muttering to himself about engines and wires and dust traps. There were bugs humming and birds chirping outside, and every so often a car would roll by, and—

“We should make this thing look like a little dog!” Sausage broke the silence.

“Sausage, it’s a vacuuming bot. Why would it be a dog?” Gem turned to peek at whatever he had been drawing. Sure enough, it was a dog.

Sausage shrugged. “Because they’re cute! It could eat the mess and then poop it out in a bag! That’d be fun.”

“It would be, but it’d add a lot of other mechanics to it. So I dunno.” Fwhip eyed the sketch paper. “I like the pink one.”

“Well, if we aren’t making a robot dog, can we get a real one?”

“Sausage. Where did you get this idea.”

“Just a little one! A little tiny puppy and I will clean up all the poop, I promise.” Sausage placed a hand over his heart.

“He’ll clean up the poop Gem.” Fwhip smiled over at her. Oh, they were in cahoots then.

Gem thought for a moment. Were there any decent reasons to not? Sure, their house was small but if it was a small dog, it wouldn’t matter much. They could make sure it doesn’t get into the workshop. And they’re usually home to feed and play with it.

“Fine.” She agreed. “But you two better potty train it.”

Sausage’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Thank you Gem! Me and Fwhip have already been coming up with names, and he wants to name it Dynamite but I actually think Bubbles is much cuter-“

Gem eventually tuned him out and went back to her coding. With the addition of whatever tiny dog Sausage would pick out, they’d be the unstoppable quartet. Quintet if they count Pearl, which they might as well at this point. Wasn’t it nice, how their family of two became one of five so quickly.

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Hii!! I don't know where to start with my experience but I saw some posts on your blog that I can relte to on a level I never did with other posts before so I thought I might get some useful advice from you, I was a VERY confident person, I never had trouble being myself, and never found trouble mingling anywhere. But last year the girls in my class were all very insecure and they just loved bashing me for simply not being insecure really. So, I realized I only had breakable confidence and it broke after these girls treated me sh!tty for 9 months straight.

I didn't realize it till around September last year, it was my first month in a new school and I noticed that I had zero social skills and I could barely move without thinking what people might say in their heads abt me, I kept hiding and avoiding the spotlight tho that's not like me at all! I even cried when a teacher asked me a question and I gave her a wrong answer. It was so bad almost like I was in another person's foot, like I'm not myself like I just existed yesterday.

Anyways, nothing changed the first semester I was just confused and crying everyday waiting for something to change, nothing did. I stayed like this for 130 days, then I started to actually work on myself and now, 145 days later I kinda made things better, I can stop hiding in public places. but still I can't stop feeling shame whenever I do something like myself. I really would love to know if you have tips on how to get rid of this feeling, the second semester is pretty close and I'm determined to get my full confidence back before it starts, also sorry if this is long but I just got too comfortable. :))

These are the asks I live for!!! Two things to start off. First, I want to thank you for submitting this ask because through it, I can see that you still know yourself more than you are aware of, something I'll get into deeper a little later. Second, I want to apologize in advance because my response will get a little lengthy, so no need to apologize on your part. I love the detail that you write with. 💜

I am so sorry that you have had the misfortune of dealing with shitty people. Really. I never use language like that, but I know the experience, so I won't beat around the bush, and it's a good thing that you aren't doing so either. You've looked through the blog already, so I won't make this response about me as you have likely seen my posts concerning the similar stuff, but I can relate to EVERY word you typed and each feeling that you described above. I know exactly how tough it is to go from having that confidence where you feel like you can conquer the world (or the days and weeks at least), to staying in bed because the world is just that scary. Hiding because you just get so tense that if anyone says anything to you, you freeze and get even more nervous and possibly burst out in tears because it's just so overwhelming. Not being able to assert yourself because you get so caught up in your head about how the other person may feel. I've been there. And I am working through this exact thing right now after nearly 18 years of having been treated that way.

Remember earlier when I said that you still know yourself more than it feels like? Most of that is because you have that awareness of how you feel down to almost a science. I recognized that immediately because I have a very similar trait. The detail of exactly how long you have been feeling a certain way and how long you have been working on yourself and getting better is something that not many other people are able to do. Having this awareness is helpful, which should give you some hope. Be proud of yourself for this. On to a few tips.

This may be annoying, because it was to me when I was looking for ways to break myself out of this state of mind, something that I began describing as "shell-shock," though I know that has a different meaning, but it helped me in further describing the feeling to myself. Though this wasn't meant to be the first tip - (and it isn't the annoying one either, lol, but this is how my thoughts have started to flow) - find words that are true to you to describe the way you are feeling. These words do not have to be appropriate, and they don't have to be kind, friendly, nice, or what ever other descriptor you want to attach. They just have to be true to you and to the way you are feeling. Journal and write these feelings out. You don't have to journal whole sentences at first. Start out with just maybe labeling at the top of the page, "words that describe how I feel" and go from there. Phrases can be included in this. Move on to whole sentences if you feel like that is something that would help you out. I know that it may be scary to keep a journal, especially if you live with others, which I did as I filled up my first seven of them. But writing really does help you process what you are feeling and what you are going through (think of the comfort you felt as you were writing to me.) That's the key.

Also just another piece to go along with this (tip 1.5). In addition to pen and paper, you could do little video journals of yourself using the front-facing camera on your phone. Almost like a vlog, but you will be the only one watching it back, and you can get more personal with it. I know it sounds a little weird, and it will be at first, but it's something that I started in early 2022 and it helped me because one of the missing pieces for me is that I had stopped seeing myself. I was no longer visible to the one person who could help me out of my situation. Make sure you look directly into the camera while talking your feelings out to yourself. When you play it back, you will be looking directly at yourself from the other side which can help you rebuild that social muscle. You don't have to stare at it the whole time, of course, but it allows for a more natural eye contact feel when you play it back. As I said, I know it's a weird one, but in our healing, sometimes it's the weird things that help us the most.

This second piece of advice is the annoying one that I was talking about, because it is one that everyone talks about nowadays. Meditation. I know. It isn't for everyone. I have started and stopped SO many times over the past 8 years, but I have finally gotten to a place where it helps. When I am not able to do meditation, I just do diaphragmatic breathing. In simple terms, it's just breathing deeply into your tummy instead of into your chest. The guide I linked from Harvard Med should give you a good idea of how to start out. With a little practice, you will be able to do this anytime without having to lie flat, but it really works wonders when you have time to do it that way. Recently, and I am talking just within the past two weeks, breathing this way has helped me out tremendously with that social anxiety that you were describing above. It allows me to get deeply anchored into my body and out of my thoughts for just a little while, which gives me space to feel freer and let more of my personality shine through. If you feel yourself getting tensed up, just try it out and see if you feel better. If regular meditation doesn't work, then guided meditations may help a little better because someone else is there guiding you along. It may take a little while to find ones that are suitable to you, but don't worry if you can't do that immediately. Please don't give it up just after a few tries if it doesn't work for you immediately. Feeling yourself get back into occupying the entirety of your body is something that helped me feel more like a person instead of just a reactive "thing" so to speak. I'm not saying that that is the way you are, but that is how I felt about myself - and still do from time to time when I am thinking about how I was treated.

Lastly, while you are in the midst of feeling off or tense, even if there are no other people in your immediate environment causing this, start talking to yourself as a mother would her child who is afraid. Another strange one, I know, but just bear with me. When I first noticed myself feeling like you described above, I had no idea what was going on, but after about two years, I noticed that in those moments, I felt like a scared and helpless child, a feeling that came back to me late one evening as I was writing, and that I remembered actually feeling when I was a child so many years ago. The remedy? Remind yourself that you are safe. As you are anchoring yourself in your body through your deep breathing, remind yourself that everything around you is okay. Remind yourself that you are a capable person and that you are capable of navigating your life, even if things get a little unfamiliar at times. I know it sounds a bit weird that you will be talking to yourself out loud, but try it when you are alone sometimes. If you happen to be far away from others for a few minutes, or at home with no one else around. After a while, you will be able to do this in your head when you're afraid or feeling tense, which means that no one will know the wiser. Also, going back to tip 1.5, you could record little voice memos for yourself and play them back during tough moments if you have some earbuds. Something calming and that puts you at ease.

Through all of this and as you continue to learn and grow, I hope that you become a safe person for yourself. Someone you come to rely on first and foremost. Not saying that you aren't now, because you do have that awareness and emotional intelligence that many people are lacking nowadays, you've just become a little insecure within your own skin based on other people, something I can relate to til no end. We just need to block them out and let ourselves in.

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