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simpforwebtoonmen · 8 months
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Long time no see
A/n: don’t worry, I see ya’ll requests and I will be getting to them 😭
Warnings: not proofread, dumb, might be ooc, I wrote this at 1 am so a lot of it might not make sense lmao
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˚✧₊⁎ You were a friend among Daniel’s group in Jae won High. But with recent events, you haven’t seen a lot of your friends in a while. And after so long, Daniel comes to visit you to invite you into his gang. But upon meeting you again after so long, he couldn’t recognize you at all… ⁎⁺˳✧༚
You open the door to reveal Daniel, the smaller one. Though he wasn’t all that small anymore and was definitely thinner, and a lot more muscular. Honestly, you wouldn’t have recognized him if Zoe hadn’t shown you photo’s of him.
You smile and wave at him, “Hey, Daniel!” you greeted. He looked taken back and looked at you confused. He then cleared his throat, “hello…is (name) here?” he asked. “huh? im standing right here…” you deadpanned and pointed at yourself.
Finally, it clicked for him, “oh gosh, (name)!? Is that really you!? I almost didn’t recognize you! Your hair is (shorter/longer) and you have a completely new style!” he exclaimed, almost excited. You flip your hair dramatically, “yeah, I look good, right?” you teased. And despite you joking, he nods in agreement, “yeah, you look really good!”
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After catching up for a bit, he mentions how you used to be fighter and how he would like you in his team (gang). You said it’d been a while since you fought and that you’d wouldn’t really be that much help, but for some reason Daniel thought otherwise. And with his cute face and nearly begging, you agreed.
And now you stood in front of the rest of the crew members. Most you recognized from school, but there was a certain blonde that you hadn’t recognized.
“Who’s this chick?” Zack questioned, nearly scowling down at you. You almost thought he was looking down at you. It was something he had done before but never did it again after the fact. You smiled up at him, despite his rudeness, with a hint of tease. “What? you don’t recognize me?” you asked him.
It only took the sound of your teasing voice for Zack to know who you were. “(name)!? What the hell, long time no see!” he greeted, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “uh huh,” you simply said, still not letting his past rudeness slide. He then lets you go and sheepishly smiles down at you, “you see (name), about before, you know I wouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did if I had known it was you, right?” nervously rubbed his hands together.
you hummed, “right, well, don’t let it happen again,” you warned, but it was more of a tease than anything. Though, Zack couldn’t tell through his fear, “right right, of course!”
After that you turned to the rest of them, nodding your head, “Vasco, Jay,” you greeted. “Wow, (name). I couldn’t recognize you at all!” Vasco said as he approached you, Jay nodding on agreement. If you were being completely honest, you couldn’t recognize Vasco either. He’d grown buffer, has a beard instead of a mustache, and he cut his hair, plus a few new tattoos. He’s also changed his style into a biker gang type style, along with Jace who you’d only seen recently as well. Jay didn’t change much besides his physique and expensive suits.
And now… you turned to the last person, someone you’ve never seen before. “(Name), this is Hudson. Hudson, (name),” Daniel introduced the two of you, gesturing to each person with his hand. “nice to meet ya!” you smiled. “Yeah…” he responded, keeping his face neutral.
Just then, Zack and Vasco started bantering about who knows what. And when things began to grow my violent, Daniel and Jay had to physically separate them.
Suddenly, Hudson stood next to you and leaned down, “You’ve known them for a long time, right? Were they always like this?” he asked. You nodded, “Yeah, actually I think they were way worse than this,” you nodded as you recalled the memories of all the fights they’d get into with one another.
Though despite not seeing each other for a long time, you were happy to see that not a lot has changed since you last saw them, well, despite their physical and mental improvements, they’re basically the same as they were before. You smiled as you thought to yourself, “it’s good to see everyone like this again. Some things just never change.”
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farawayfromwanting · 10 months
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Title: Wedding Daze
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Series: Curls (with @julesonrecord)
Status: In progress
Rating: Teen (chapter) / Explicit (series) || 18+ only, please!
Word count: ~5.6k
Summary: It’s Andie’s and Dieter’s big day! Choices are made, conversations are had, and emotions are tested, all while Team Dandie fights to make sure the end result is worth every rushed step.
Warnings/Triggers: Bad language; minor addiction mentions; self-esteem/doubt issues; gratuitous use of Sara Bareilles lyrics; lost and found family discussions.
Notes: I have been waiting to write this. You think the last few chapters have been fluffy? This is a cloud made of marshmallows on the back of an English sheepdog. And I regret nothing!
{All Spanish dialogue is translated in a glossary at the end of the fic.}
For Jules: I am running out of words to say how grateful I am for you. I just hope you know. ❋
To Table 11, for being there a lot more this week than usual and for not letting me get too down on myself. I adore you all.
{all dividers and MDNI flags for this series designed & created by @cafekitsune}
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Dieter had never wished he was mind-numbingly high and felt utterly grateful to be sober all at the same time before, and it was making his brain swim. Thoughts ping-ponged off every corner of his consciousness, and he cycled desperately through, I need to calm down… What can I take? and Fuck you, Bravo… You don’t need shit… Do it for Andie and Charlie.
“Dieter?” Nate’s voice managed to filter through the haze. “Hey, you good, mate?”
Dieter jumped a little, still out of it enough to be surprised when his reflection did the same. “Huh?”
Nate laughed. “Wedding day nerves, darling? Pretty sure that’s very normal.”
“Were you nervous?” Dieter asked, turning around in his chair to meet his friend’s eyes. “On your wedding day?”
“Eamon and I got married right after it was legalized,” Nate mused. “I think we were more nervous someone would protest than we were about getting married.” He rested a warm, comforting palm on Dieter’s shoulder. “But yeah, I was a little jittery, sure.” He sighed warily, his voice hesitant on the next sentence. “Are you sure this is what you both wanna do?”
Dieter tamped down a bubble of anger in his chest, fighting to keep his tone even. “Of course it is, Reecey.”
“I don’t mean to be harsh. I know this was my idea to begin with, and I still believe it’s the right choice, but I also do care about your well-being.”
“Andie and I made this choice together. It’s what’s right for us. That’s not what I’m nervous about,” Dieter said firmly. “Nate, I just… I want to be the best man I can be for Andie and—” he choked, realizing he was avoiding revealing Charlie’s name “—the baby.”
“Still not telling me, eh, Bravo?” Nate teased. “Sorry, not the time for jokes. But I understand you, I do.” His brown eyes shone. “But Andie’s down the hall, getting ready just as you are. That woman is bright as a button and there’s no way she’d have agreed to any of this if she didn’t think you were the best man for her and that little bun.”
Dieter ran his hand over his face, turning back to the mirror and examining himself. He’d snuck out that morning while Andie slept, visiting a neighbor he knew was a part-time barber. His violently-wild curls were tamed and trimmed down to a neat, wavy length; his beard and mustache were shaped and smoothed. She’d even helped him even out his eyebrows.
He looked totally different. He looked healthy. And—he hoped—he looked handsome enough.
It’s what Andie deserves.
Instead of saying that aloud, however, he met Nate’s smiling visage in the reflection. “I hope so.”
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Andie stared at herself in the mirror. Her dark brown curls were piled high on her head, pinned in place with a cluster of rhinestone clips, a few well-placed strands framing her face (which, she noted with a half-sigh, half-giggle, was quite a bit fuller than usual). Her eyes were lined in gold, her lips painted deep red; Coco’s favorite brand of softly-shimmery blush highlighting her cheekbones.
“Babe, you need to get dressed!” Coco’s voice called from where she was finishing up her own makeup in the bathroom. “Nate said the car will be here at one-thirty!”
“Yeah, I know,” Andie replied. Her eyes slipped to the pale lilac dress that hung off the back of her bedroom door. It was shin-length and flowy under the fitted bust and capped sleeves, flattering her rounded belly when she’d tried it on. It made her olive skin glow, and she felt as beautiful as she had since her body started changing.
She pushed off her vanity chair, her wrist falling subconsciously across her belly as she moved to pull the dress down off its hanger.
She was adjusting the top over her chest, attempting to tie the thin belt around her back—and failing spectacularly—when Coco emerged from the bathroom. “Ands, you should have called me for help!”
Andie pouted a little, knowing her annoyance with herself was almost purely hormonal. “I shouldn’t need help getting dressed, Cola,” she whined.
“Oh, come on, babe. I’m pretty sure there’s no harm in asking for help tying your dress behind you.” Coco swung around, deftly bowing the strings and leaning around Andie, her cheek pressing to her bicep. “You look beautiful, Andie. Like a much less tragic Juliet. One that knew what the hell she was doing.”
“Thank you?” Andie laughed. “You look amazing yourself, Coco.” Coco stepped out, swinging her hips a little, setting the wide skirt of her Barbie-pink dress in motion. Her dress was simple, modest, sweet as pie—until she spun around and revealed the complete lack of a back to it down to almost an indecent line along the base of her spine.
It was absolutely, perfectly Coco.
“C’mon. What you can help me with is my shoes. Why the hell did I decide on strappy sandals?”
“Because they are amazing and comfortable as hell.” Coco reminded her, snatching the silver, ribbon-tie shoes off the bed. “Sit. I’ve got you.”
Andie did as she was told, her hands supporting her as she leaned back, keeping her belly from hitting Coco in the head. “Cola?”
“Mm?”
“We named the baby.”
The ribbons of Andie’s right shoe fell out of Coco’s hands as her fingers clutched at Andie’s ankle. “You what?”
“The night we decided to…to do this,” she murmured. “Dieter and I went for a walk to talk it out. He…asked me if we could name her after his mamá. I said yes.”
“What’s her name? What is it, Ands?!” Coco poked Andie in the knee, making her laugh. “I don’t know Dieter’s mom’s name! Tell me!”
Andie couldn’t stifle her laughter. “Jesus, Coco, maybe now I’ll make you wait. I’m not supposed to tell you anyway.”
“Cassandra Rivera Wallace. You tell me right now or I’ll tell Dieter and Nate about your childhood crush on Tony the Tiger.”
Andie laughed harder. “Oh, please, future Mrs. Casper the Friendly Ghost!”
“At least mine was the human Casper!”
The two women let their giggles die down and Coco nonchalantly went back to lacing the ribbons around Andie’s calf. “Are you gonna tell me, Ands?”
Andie worried her lower lip between her teeth. “You can’t tell anyone. I don’t even think Nate knows.”
Coco held up three fingers solemnly. “Girl Scout’s honor.”
“Charlotte.” Andie breathed the name like a prayer. “We’re naming her Charlotte Luna.”
“Oh, babe, that’s beautiful.” Coco tied off the first sandal and looked up at Andie, her eyes wet. “Does he know you’re naming her after yourself, too?”
Andie shook her head. “I’m not.”
Coco’s eyebrow arched. “But…”
“Luna was a false identity. She was me before I figured out who I was, Cola. My papá named me Cassandra, and that’s who I’ve always been. Luna was a confused, scared, lonely teenager. I don’t need that name anymore. I want Charlie to have it; like I told Dieter, I want her to be named for the moon we chose to be a family underneath.”
Coco laced the second sandal quickly and got to her feet, curling Andie into a hug. “Babe, I am so proud of you.” She pressed her lips to Andie’s hairline. “I love you so, so much.”
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Coco, standing watch at Andie’s bedroom door, stuck her face through the crack. “Andie, he wants to know if you’re ready.” Pushing through a little more, she grinned. “Orrrrrr, I’m still willing to drive you over if you wanna make him wait?”
“Oh, stop it.” Andie scrunched up her nose. “I’m ready.”
Coco pushed the door open, letting Andie slip by. “You are gonna kill that man,” she murmured, and Andie laughed. “Good luck, babe.”
Moving slowly down the hallway, she peeked into Dieter’s studio, the painting he’d done of her still sitting on the easel near the window. (“It’ll go in the nursery once we’re done setting it up,” he’d told her. “The first picture of her and her mamá.”) Her chest flooded with warmth, and she smiled as she moved her eyes back to the path in front of her, and to Dieter, leaning against the back of the lounge chair, arms folded over his chest.
She took the moment before he noticed her to absorb all of him. He didn’t have a lot of height on her, but in the soft gray suit he wore now, his legs seemed supernaturally long. The jacket fit just right over his broad biceps, and his shirt was the same lilac as her dress (she made a mental note to thank Coco for that “innocent” suggestion).
To her slight distress, she realized he’d gotten a haircut. His soft brown curls were cropped close, still framing his features beautifully but she already missed the wildness. He’d gotten a shave, too, or something like it—his facial hair was far neater and sleeker than usual. She wondered what had made him do it, why he’d changed his look for this, for her, but then he turned and his eyes went soft, his lips curved, and she forgot what she’d been thinking about.
“Oh, angel.” He tugged a single wired earbud out of his ear and tossed the pair—and his phone—onto the chair as he moved closer. His hands slipped up over her elbows as his eyes traced her from feet to hair, and he grinned brightly.”We match!” he laughed before meeting her eyes. “Andie, you’re…” He stopped, and she could see the wheels turning in his head. “You’re so beautiful.”
She flushed. “Thank you.” Lifting her hand to his temple, she brushed her fingertips through the hair over his ear. “You are, too. But…the haircut?”
“I wanted to look presentable,” he said with a little shrug. “You deserve someone half as gorgeous as you.”
Andie pouted, lifting up on tiptoe as much as she could. “You were perfect before, mi querido,” she whispered, brushing her lips over his lightly as she ran her thumbs over his cheeks. “I don’t need anything more than you.” Another lingering kiss, and she smiled as she fell back to her full height. “Now promise me you’ll never cut your hair without asking me again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed, squeezing her arms lightly, his hands slipping down to hers to hold them.
“Alright, you two, Nate’s outside with the car, which means we need to go.” Coco appeared seemingly out of nowhere, clapping her hands together. “Mush, both of ya.”
“And my mom?” Dieter asked, still clinging to Andie’s fingers.
“Nate’s husband is picking her up and taking her to the courthouse,” she replied. “She’ll be there, Dieter. Now it’s time to make sure you and Andie are.”
He met her eyes again, and Andie smiled. “I can’t believe my first time meeting your mamá is when I’m nearly seven months pregnant with your baby,” she laughed.
“And marrying me for the benefits,” he added, but the look in his eyes matched the dull ache in her heart. “It’s alright. Lottie already loves you more than she loves me, at least the way she checks in on you over the phone.”
He stroked his thumb over the backs of her fingers, and his eyes were drawn down. “She understands what this is all about today, or at least as best as she can,” he said, “but she’s upset that I didn’t give you an engagement ring.”
Andie smiled. He’d tried, a few nights earlier when the realization (or possibly Lottie Bravo) hit him, to slip one of his chunky silver rings over her finger. Unfortunately for him, her slender ones were no match for his broad, thick fingers and it wouldn’t have fit over two of hers.
“It’s alright, Dee. I don’t need one.” After all, that might feel too real. “I’ll happily wear the band, and that’s all that matters.” She thought of the rings they’d picked out—dual-colored bands, with two thick silver strips around the top and bottom and a soft, steel blue color in the middle. They didn’t look like traditional wedding bands, but when they both pointed at the same one in Nate’s suggestion book, they took it as a sign.
“Let’s goooo,” Coco whined, standing at the front door. “You’re lucky there aren’t any paparazzi waiting in your bushes at this point or they’d have made themselves at home by now.”
“Fine, we’re coming!” Andie cried, tightening one of her hands around Dieter’s and grabbing his phone to hand it to him. Her eyes caught the screen as it lit up, and she saw what he’d been listening to: Sara Bareilles’ “Orpheus”.
Her favorite song.
As they walked out to the car together, the lyrics played in her head on a loop and she instinctually gripped his fingers.
No fear Don’t you turn like Orpheus Just stay here Hold me in the dark and when the day appears We’ll say We did not give up on love today…
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Dieter watched Andie’s face as the car pulled up to the courthouse. Coco and Nate had gone on ahead in Coco’s car, so they’d had some time together—which had turned into twenty minutes of easy but nervous silence. “Hey,” he said, reaching to rest his hand over hers on her belly. “Andie, I’m asking you right now, and I want you to be honest with me; are you sure this is what you want to do?”
She flexed her hand, her thumb curling around his as she looked up at him. “I absolutely want to do this, Dieter. I want to marry you, for any and all reasons.”
He stared at her, taking in her words, wondering what they really meant. Deciding he didn’t really want to understand, not yet, he lowered his head and kissed her. Her tongue swept over his lower lip, and he opened them, pulling hers between his and licking into her mouth.
It wasn’t until one of her hands found purchase on his thigh that he broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers as they caught their breaths. “That was nice, baby, but absolutely horrible timing,” he chuckled. “Because now I’d really rather stay in this car and make you come a couple of times than go out and fake smiles for the cameras.”
“You have to fake your smile?” she pouted. “Just who am I marrying, Dieter Bravo?”
He grinned, kissing her softly one more time. “Let’s go, angel. It’s now or never.”
She murmured something, not in English or Spanish, but a language he didn’t recognize. It sounded like “ruin the carridee”, and he knew he must be losing it. What the fuck was a “caridee”?
“What was that, angel?”
She looked up again and smiled sweetly. “Talking to myself, Dee. C’mon, let’s go.”
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Dieter stepped out of the car first, leaning down to peek his head back in. “There are a few photographers out here. You ready? Or else I can have Reecey chase them off.”
“Better off sending Coco,” Andie joked. “No, I’m alright. Help me out?”
She slipped her hand into his and moved slowly, letting him guide her to her feet steadily. She held his eyes as she stood, hearing people calling both their names around them. 
“They’re all behind you right now,” Dieter explained. “The car is hiding your belly. Do you want my jacket before we move?”
A shake of her head was her answer, and she laced her fingers with his. “I’m ready. You?”
“With you, angel.”
She grinned, moving so he could close the door behind her. They actively ignored the voices surrounding them, and as they got closer to the front door of the large offices, Coco swept in beside Andie and Nate joined Dieter. 
Once they were inside, Coco grabbed Andie’s hand and tugged her. “We have ten minutes, right, Nate?”
Nate checked his very large, very expensive-looking watch. “Twelve,” he confirmed. 
“Okay. We’ll be right back.”
Andie looked at Dieter, who looked more than a little desperate as Coco pulled their fingers apart. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll bring her back to you in one piece, Bravo,” Coco chirped. “Just a little bit of last-minute girl talk.” Off his look, she grinned brightly. “She’s safe, I promise you.”
Andie shot an apologetic look at Dieter who was actively avoiding Nate’s attempt at conversation. “I’ll be back, Dee,” she promised.
He didn’t drag his eyes from her even as Coco pulled her into a small waiting room, and she sighed a little when the connection was broken. 
“Cassandra Rivera Wallace, I would like to introduce you to Charlotte Mejia Bravo,” Coco said, and Andie’s brain snapped to attention. 
Dieter’s mother.
“Mrs. Bravo,” Andie said, stepping forward. Lottie was tall, slender, and stunning. Despite her graying hair, currently swept up into a chignon at the back of her head, and the laugh lines around her eyes, Andie would never have guessed she was old enough to be Dieter’s mom. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Andie Wallace.”
“Mijita, don’t you dare,” Lottie said, her face breaking out in a sunshiny grin. “Call me Lottie, sweetheart.” She pulled Andie into a hug, careful with the baby bump between them. “Oh, you are stunning, Andie. David told me you were gorgeous, but he didn’t do you justice!”
Andie blushed deeply. “You’re too kind, Lottie.”
“Honest, my love. Not kind.” She laughed. “How is the little one treating you?”
“Good,” she said carefully, unsure of how much Dieter had told her. “About to be seven months along, but smooth sailing so far.”
Lottie nodded. “A blessing. David was a pain in every possible way.”
She looked into Andie’s eyes. “Amor, what is it you’re not saying? Did you not want me here? I know it’s not a real wedding, but David wanted us to meet…”
“Oh, no, no, Mrs.—Lottie, no, it’s not that.” Andie sighed. “I just… I thought you were going to hate me.”
Coco started to step forward, but Lottie held up a gentle hand. “Andie, mija, why would I hate you?”
Trying desperately to keep the tears at bay (partially to protect her makeup but also to seem stronger than she felt in the moment), Andie took a deep breath. “Because of how absolutely insane this whole thing has been.”
“Oh, mijita.” Lottie took Andie’s face gently in her palms. “Life—and yes, love—is strange and unpredictable. But are you and David happy together, however you’re together?”
Andie nodded. 
“And you’re not being forced to live with him or marry him?”
“No. We made the choices together. It’s what we want.”
“Then I cannot possibly hate you. I’ve seen how David has changed. You’ve helped him, whether it’s through friendship or love or… I don’t know, but you have. So no, I don’t hate you.” She smiled warmly. “I trust you.”
Andie felt a tear sneak by as she fell into Lottie’s arms.
The two women clung to each other until Andie heard Coco gently clear her throat. “Uh, I don’t want to interrupt,” she said softly. “But we really need to get going.”
Lottie pulled back from Andie and brushed her fingers over her cheeks. “No llores, cariño,” she said with a grin. “Today is a happy day.”
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“Dieter, will you stop fidgeting?” Nate laughed, watching as his friend adjusted his jacket sleeves for the fiftieth time. “She’s just meeting your mum.”
“I should be there with her,” he shot back.
“Nope. Lottie asked to speak to her alone. You know I won’t argue with that woman.”
“Smart man,” Dieter muttered. He glanced up at a noise in the back of the little courtroom, and his heart lifted when he saw Andie, flanked on either side by Coco and his mother.
He was on his feet almost before the door closed behind them, hurrying to them. “Hey, you look like you’ve been crying,” he said, his voice panicked as he curled his hands around Andie’s. “Are you alright? Mamá, ¿qué hiciste?”
“Oh, stop it, David,” Lottie grinned. “Lagrimas de alegria. She’s fine.”
Dieter ducked his head to meet Andie’s eyes, and she smiled. “I am, I promise.” Squeezing his fingers, she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Your mamá is amazing, Dee.”
“Yes,” Lottie preened. “I am.”
“Mamá!”
Coco stepped in, smooth as silk, and slipped her arm through Lottie’s. “C’mon, Señora Bravo. Let’s go take our seats.”
Andie accepted one more kiss from Lottie and mouthed, “Thank you!” to Coco as the two of them headed to the front of the room. She looked up at Dieter, who still stood in front of her, his hands trembling slightly in hers.
“Breathe, mi querido,” she urged, stroking his knuckles with her thumb. “Together, remember?”
He nodded. “Yeah.” Meeting her eyes, he finally managed a genuine smile. “Thank you for doing this, angel.”
“It’s not a favor, Dee,” she giggled. “Like I told your mother: it’s what I want. What we want, right?”
“Absolutely.” He let go of her fingers to brush a curl off her cheek. “Have I mentioned today how pretty you are?”
“Mm, I think about six times.”
Grinning, he pressed a light kiss to the side of her lips. “Come on, Andie. Let’s go get married.”
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“The contract of marriage is most solemn and is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities.” 
As the clerk—Anna, Andie remembered—spoke, she moved her eyes between Andie and Dieter. For her part, Andie was calm, collected; “fake” marriage or not, they were taking it as seriously and thoughtfully as possible. When Dieter looked over and smiled warmly into her eyes, she knew she wasn’t alone in the thought. “Cassandra and David, no other words of mine or any other person truly marry each of you to the other. That is done when you exchange your promises and commit yourselves to this marriage and each other.”
High in her belly, Andie felt Charlie kick, and she rested a soothing hand over the spot. Dieter noticed the movement and slipped his own around Andie’s back, offering long, comforting strokes along her spine.
“...You will be partners, standing together to cushion the difficulties of life.” Dieter’s fingers curled a bit more, and Andie’s lips followed suit. “Nurture your marriage carefully and watch it grow gracefully.”
Anna encouraged Andie and Dieter to face each other and hold hands, and they did, Dieter’s engulfing Andie’s as she caught her thumbs in his.
“Do you, Cassandra, take David to be your lawful wedded husband; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health; to love and to honor, as long as you both live?”
Andie was surprised to feel a lump in her throat as she said, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
She was even more surprised to see a single tear fall from Dieter’s eye at her reply.
“Do you, David, take Cassandra to be your lawful wedded wife; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health; to love and to honor, as long as you both live?”
“Oh, Christ, yes.”
“¡David Alejandro! ¡Cuida lo que dices!”
Even Anna laughed at Lottie’s outburst, and Dieter beamed. “Sorry. Meant to say, I do.”
Andie felt herself start to cry as well, and Dieter shook his head with a chuckle, his eyes on hers. Fake marriage, right? she wanted to say, but she was pretty sure he was thinking the same thing already, even without her words.
Coco hopped up from her seat when Anna asked for the rings, and Andie and Dieter pressed synchronized kisses to her cheeks before she ran back.
“David, repeat after me: I give you this ring in token and pledge of my constant faith and love. With this ring, I thee wed.”
Consummate professional as he was, Dieter echoed the statement, though his voice broke on “love” and Andie fought the urge to kiss him right then.
“Cassandra, the same: I give you this ring in token and pledge of my constant faith and love. With this ring, I thee wed.”
Andie recited the pledge as she slipped the wider band over Dieter’s finger. “With this ring,” she said softly, catching his gaze again, “I thee wed.”
It was as if something changed in both of them with the words. Andie felt her heart flutter; saw Dieter’s eyes go soft. Her fingertips lingered on his hand, her breath came quick and shuddering.
“—in as much as you, Cassandra and David, have given and pledged your love and faithfulness, each to the other, and have declared the same by joining hands; by virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
“Kiss her!” Nate yelled at the exact same time as Coco’s voice chimed in, “Kiss him!”
Dieter and Andie laughed, and she rolled her eyes as she reached up and pulled him down by the lapels.
It was a chaste kiss, soft and easy, almost one between friends. 
But as Dieter shifted his head just slightly, his lower lip parting hers only a little bit, Andie felt that maybe, just maybe… It was a brand new beginning.
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After saying goodnight to Coco and Nate, Andie kissed Lottie goodbye as Dieter waited at the door to flag down her Uber when it arrived.
“Estoy tan contenta de que finalmente nos hayamos conocido, Lottie,” she said. “I’m so sorry it took us so long.”
The older woman smiled happily. “Don’t apologize, mijita. I know it’s been a bit wild since you found out about la princesita. I’m just glad David found you.”
Andie’s chest constricted a bit. Lottie was so kind, but she also seemed to be thinking far ahead of where Andie and Dieter were, and she hoped they wouldn’t disappoint her technical mother-in-law. “He’s been good for me, too,” she finally said. “And for her.”
Lottie rested a palm on Andie’s belly. “Good. If he ever isn’t, you tell me, okay?”
“¡Mamá! ¡Tu taxi está aquí!” Dieter called from the door.
“Ah, he’s always so loud,” Lottie laughed. “Buenas noches, cariño. Congratulations on…all of it, I suppose. I’m very happy and very proud of both of you.”
“Adiós, cuídate,” Andie said, waving as Lottie picked up her purse and headed out to where Dieter waited.
Falling back on the couch and kicking her aching feet up on the table, Andie sighed and reached for her phone. Nate had promised to send them links once their photos were released to the public, but nothing had come through from him yet.
There was, however, a notification from Coco’s number. She clicked it open, her eyes falling on a photo from earlier in the day, though not from the courthouse.
It was from just across the room from where she sat now, a few moments after she stepped out of the bedroom and Dieter saw her in her wedding dress for the first time. Coco had clearly snapped it from just down the hallway, silent and out of sight.
They stood facing each other, Dieter holding Andie’s hands up between them, his face close to hers—probably just before or after a kiss. Dieter was staring at her like there was no other person on the planet; a look she’d seen on his face a hundred times since moving in but one that never got less surprising.
Even more shocking was the look on her own face in the picture. She was fully in profile, and yet, her expression couldn’t be described as anything but pure, unadulterated love. Her visible eye was soft, shining; her cheek was full and rounded from the smile on her lips. Her head was turned up, aligned with Dieter’s, making the whole image look like the models for a lovers’ statue.
Do I always look like that around him? she thought.
She was snapped out of her reverie by Dieter’s footfalls back into the room, and he collapsed heavily beside her on the couch, his palm coming to rest over her belly. “Hi, Mrs. Bravo.”
“Oh, that is so weird,” she laughed, remembering how it had looked when they got the marriage license stamped.
Cassandra Bravo.
A family name for the girl without a family.
She swallowed thickly. “Your mom is amazing, Dee,” she murmured, changing the subject and hoping it kept the tears at bay. “I wish I’d met her earlier.”
“Me, too,” he admitted, drawing lazy circles over her dress. “I’m sorry I made you both wait.”
Andie shrugged. “I think we understand why you did.” She snuggled in against his shoulder. “You told her we were having a girl, didn’t you? She called the baby princesita.”
“I did. But I didn’t tell her what name we picked. Not yet. I want that to be a surprise.”
“Good.” She yawned, and Dieter chuckled. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you.” Off her raised eyebrow, he conceded. “Okay, I am, but I’m just amused that today was our wedding day and now I’m about to say goodnight to you and send you off to your own bedroom.”
Andie rubbed her hand over her belly, her fingertips brushing Dieter’s where they rested at the top. “This whole thing is super weird, isn’t it?” She sighed. “Not that I regret any of it, because I really, genuinely don’t. But…”
“No, you’re right, it really is.”
He ran his lips over her temple softly, silent for a moment. “Hey, angel?”
“Mm?”
“What would you say if I asked you to sleep with me tonight?”
Andie pushed upright, her face pale. “Dieter, I—”
“No! No, baby, shit, no, not like that.” He moved his hand to her arm. “I literally meant sleep. Like…” He exhaled heavily. “I really don’t want to go to bed alone tonight. And I was hoping maybe you’d want to…to just sleep with me.”
She breathed out in relief, resting her hand on his belly much as his had been on hers. “Let’s go to bed, Dieter.”
His eyes widened, and he smiled as he scrambled to his feet, holding out his hand. She took it, his wedding ring clanking against hers as he pulled her up.
They moved in silence, Andie slipping away from him only long enough to hurry to her room and change into shorts and an oversized t-shirt and to undo her hair and let it fall loose and natural over her shoulders.
When she got back to Dieter’s bedroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands folded and hanging between his knees. He’d changed into the kind of striped pajama pants you’d see on men in old Hollywood movies, and he wore a tattered blue t-shirt. 
He looked up when she closed the door, his eyes shimmering. “Baby, how are you always so beautiful?” he asked, his voice soft.
“You don’t have to compliment me just because we’re married now, you know. Remember: nothing has to change.” Andie heard the lie in her voice. 
Everything had changed.
“Come over here, Andie.”
She did as he asked, sitting beside him so closely she could feel the muscle in his thigh tense up when her bare skin brushed his pants.
“Listen to me. It has nothing to do with our relationship, angel. You’re beautiful, and I’ve always thought it. So I’m gonna keep saying it.”
Andie reached a hand up and brushed her fingers through his hair. “So are you,” she murmured. “But I still miss your curls.”
“They’ll grow back,” he replied, pulling her hand down and pressing a kiss to her palm. “I promise.”
He let her use him as leverage to push herself up again to walk around the bed. He mirrored her, settling in under the covers on the right as she curled up on the left.
“Dee?”
“Yeah?”
Her heart was racing. “Will you hold me until I fall asleep?”
He grinned widely, almost immediately wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. “All night if you want, baby.”
She stretched out beside him, turning her body into his as much as her belly would let her, and resting her cheek on his chest. “Today was really great, Dieter.”
“I agree, Andie.” He pressed a kiss to the part of her hair. “Thanks for marrying me.”
“Thanks for knocking me up.”
He busted out laughing. “Oh, you’re delirious. Go to sleep, angel.”
She giggled against him. “Goodnight, mi querido.”
Dieter’s breathing evened out only moments after he shut off the bedside lamp, and Andie lay in the silence, listening to his heartbeat as she felt Charlie shift and settle inside her.
She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so perfectly, blissfully, happily safe. And as she began to give in to her exhaustion, she curled her arm around his middle and pressed a gentle kiss to the center of his chest. 
Like so much else over the last seven months, Andie knew one thing for sure:
She could—and wanted to—get used to this.
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Spanish glossary:
“No llores, cariño.” = “Don’t cry, sweetheart.” “Mamá, ¿qué hiciste?” = “Mom, what did you do?” “¡Cuida lo que dices!” = “Watch your mouth!” “Estoy tan contenta de que finalmente nos hayamos conocido.” = “I’m so glad we finally met.” “¡Tu taxi está aquí!” = “Your taxi is here!” “Buenas noches, cariño.” = “Goodnight, sweetheart.” “Adiós, cuídate.” = “Goodbye, take care.”
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Taglist: @julesonrecord @littlemisspascal @myloveistoolittle @ladamedusoif @pedrostories
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ep 8 stray thoughts
- oh my baby is ok oh this has been a terrifying 12 hours
- help nuth and phop sitting down with nont in a “hey buddy, you doing ok?” formation.
- “sorry for tracking you down and holding you at gunpoint, i’ve kinda been going through it” nont my baby…
- i knew mister pup mask wasn’t nuth what i mf say!!!!
- interesting how the camera filming nuth film nant is shaky- almost like it is also a recording
- kudos to the actor cause nant and nont really are two different ppl
- SCREAM is this the same blade nuth used to shave phop?!?!?!?!!??!!?!?!
- this is kinda crazy?!??! like the shaky recording is making me feel like i’m losing my mind
- we’re nant and nont close at all? like i assume not because it seemed like a lot of what nont knew about his brother came from hacking his phone but also this whole revenge quest is a lot for someone you weren’t close to… or maybe it’s the idea of nant? idk
- it’s the red lighting again…
- i know we’re not seeing the recording so i wonder what they can see… maybe just the feet
- the shot going blurry…. oh….. and the choir vocals
- I WHAT???!!? my emotions are all over the place and then they hit me with captain advertising sex ekdkrkekdkjdj. “sex helps you become the chosen one” ok horny darth vader damn
- OH I KNOW THAT IS NOT A VIDEO RECORDER. what the hell… oh captains despicable ass just got worst…
- i love the little sound effects for the baddie bunch, also captain needs to stop annoying ppl that could floor him like dude leave zouey and teena alone
- hold on zouey before being so uncomfortable with being touched to now smiling… oh i need a minute
- oh he did have a connection with nant, oh poor nont… hold what do you mean prom thinks nant is still alive
- nuths place has a lot of flowers doesn’t it
- nuth and phop continue to be my beloveds NUTH MY BABY I LOVE HIS LITTLE LAUGJ (also nuth being in his mid thirties i thought he was in his twenties…
- phop saying “what if it wasn’t me. you could have met a scammer” like babe didn’t you block him once he bought you a new laptop 🤨. water under the bridge i guess
- “its not easy to find a partner for gays who are older” nuth is dramatic as hell you’re in your thirties?!?!?! oh maybe he was talking about its because he doesn’t like parties… in which case yeah yeah it is
- i may be an american but i don’t think this is how you play rugby…
- oh shit nuth is tall HOLD ON I FORGOT THEY WERE IN CONTACT
- first my baby boy… i’m not gonna say a single thing about the mustache actually whatever makes you happy boo
- “yes chef” (pathetic) (horny) (regretful)
- hold on if first is the chef why didn’t he cook it himself…. ya know what whatever makes them happy
- oh first my baby boy
- why did i have a physical reaction the word powerless being on my screen the same time as aob… his character has so many layers i need to peel them all immediately
- keen… i can’t even put this into words but he’s so sweet
- i forgot first is a student like i’ve not seen this boy with a single book. also i don’t like the fact he left his phone like that… HUH welp.
- firsts dad looking at him like “there is something wrong with this boy” wkjdjjejd
- do you want to get chicken noodles ?!??!??!?!?!?!?!?
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- nont going from i’m ready to kill to find my brother to idk anymore… he’s going to spiral tremendously isn’t he
- is captain just eating bread sandwaivh… i need answers
- there’s a statically tv behind nont and prom again. also nonts bangs are down but they were parted with the baddie bunch..
- keen and the pup mask?!?!
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Steve Harrington in a suit should be fucking illegal.
“Canape, good sir?” Billy asks, in the most pretentious voice he can manage. Steve turns and Billy can see the exact second his expression changes. Which is damn offensive because Billy thinks he looks pretty good in this penguin suit get-up.
Alright, so they’re not friends. They’ve had a begrudging truce ever since they both beat the shit out of each other last year, something that came out of a good few months of competition and hating each other. And Billy has worked tons of these events at the Hawkins country club but so far, he’s never seen Steve here before. Although, he should have figured. He’s seen Harrington’s house, the pool, the Beemer. 
“Hargrove,” Steve mutters, eyes flicking warily across the floor to two people holding court in the center of the room. It’s almost instinct, like he can’t control it. 
“The elusive folks?” Billy asks, craning his neck to get a better look. Steve has a lot of Harrington Senior in him: the height, the frame, the strong jaw. Everything else is his mom though, from the doe eyes of the shade of her hair. He’s never seen Harrington’s parents before and it’s a bit like finding a unicorn that looks exactly how you’d expect it to look. Rich and pretty.
“Yeah,” Steve says, shifting from one foot to another. He’s clearly not comfortable, despite the expensive fit of his suit, the gleaming black polish to his shoes. Harrington doesn’t fit in anywhere anymore, not on the court, in high school and definitely not on the arm of Wheeler.
Billy should feel a little bit bad about that. He swept in and took whatever was left of King Steve. Not that there had been much anyway. He’d abandoned his friends and was flunking out and his girlfriend was half in love with someone else. 
But this looks more like the old King Steve, the one that Billy never got to see. Born into money and privilege, the kind of life that Billy would kill to have.
“Not exactly thrilled to have them back, huh,” Billy says and he doesn’t miss how the corners of Steve’s mouth twist. 
“So they can turn up, complaining about every facet of my life and vanish again?” Steve mutters bitterly. “Steven, shouldn't you eat something other than pizza? We have expectations for you, Steven. Nancy Wheeler was such a nice girl, why couldn’t you make it work?”
“That wasn’t your fucking fault,” Billy says, astounded. He missed some of the full story but he knows enough that it was definitely Wheeler’s decision. On the other side of the room, a portly gentleman with a thin mustache makes furious gestures at him. 
“Shit, that’s my boss,” Billy mutters, and then shoves the platter under Steve’s nose again. “At least look fucking interested.” Steve wrinkles up his nose and then squints at something made of puff pastry and covered in some green foam.
“What the fuck is it?” Steve asks and Billy chokes back laughter.
“I thought you were used to this shit, Harrington?” he says, because he’s common as muck and doesn’t recognise anything fancier than pizza and onion rings. He’d have expected spoon-in-his-mouth Harrington to be different. 
“I don’t do things that shade of green,” Steve says bluntly. “Or things in foam form. Got any sliders?”
“No,” Billy says, and points to the corner of the tray. “Try a salmon puff.” Steve takes one, looking dubious.
“Are you sure?” he asks, putting it in his mouth. Billy tries to not enjoy the immediate look of distaste that washes over his pretty face.
“I may have not been paying that much attention when they went through the menu,” he says easily, pulling back the tray. One of the waiters had a really nice ass but Steve doesn’t need to know that. “There were a lot of them. Something about goat’s cheese and asparagus and chives.”
“This isn’t salmon,” Steve says, from around his mouthful and there’s something about the horrified expression on his face that makes Billy’s stomach dip.
Oh no. That is not happening. He’s not going to catch feelings for Harrington because he looks hot in a suit and makes stupid faces. 
“Might have been shrimp,” Billy says, bluntly. He shifts his weight uneasily. He’d been fine irritating Pierre by loitering here but Steve’s tongue flicking out to lick a crumb off his bottom lip has made him realize that he needs to get out and fast. “I’d better circulate before I get fired. I’ll loop back around if I find out what the green foam is.”
“Sure,” Steve says, looking a little startled. There’s a confused little crease in his forehead that suggests he’s not all that happy about Billy taking off. Which is weird, after the fight they got into last November and their shared time in a jail cell. 
“See you around,” Billy says and then turns to vanish into the crowds of people. He offers the tray to a cluster of well dressed women. All it takes is a few well placed compliments and a grin for them to turn into putty, and it has the added benefit of them clearing his tray.
“Circulating, Billy?” Pierre inquires, mustache quivering with his own self importance. Billy pastes on a fake smile, because the man is an ass but this gig pays well. Nice rich ladies who like his eyes always tip and they get to eat the leftovers after. 
“Empty tray, dude,” Billy says, twirling it deftly on one finger. “Need a refill.”
“Hmm,” Pierre says, narrowing his dark eyes. He doesn’t seem to trust Billy an inch but also seems to recognise that there’d be riots from the middle aged, pearl wearing set if Billy wasn’t around to pour champagne. “Try and push the pesto wheels. We have an excess of them.”
“Pesto,” Billy mumbles, and has to stop himself from returning to the party to tell Steve. Instead he pushes through the swing doors and tries to get the image of Steve bent over one of the conference room tables out of his head.
“This sucks,” he complains, dumping his tray down on the side. Barb looks up from her bottle of water. 
“Well, yeah,” she says, doing up the bottle cap. She must be on her break and thankfully aside from the guy washing dishes, the kitchen is empty. Must be a smoke break. “What else is new?”
“No, it’s just…never mind,” Billy says, pathetically. “Load me up.” Barb raises an eyebrow.
“Whatever you say, Hargrove,” she sings and scoops up a tray from the side. “Here, take this one. You’ve been told about the pesto wheels, right?”
“Have they not considered that maybe there’s not too many, it’s just that no one wants to eat the weird green stuff?” Billy says, squinting at the offending snack. “It’s fucking foam.”
“It’s not meant to be foam,” Barb corrects him. There’s a fond glitter in her eye, which is a nice change from the ‘oh fuck, why do I get to work with the local asshole?’ expression that she had on their first gig together. They don’t hang out much at school but they gang up together against people like Pierre and hide all the best leftovers for each other. 
Billy hesitates. He’s well aware that Barb is in Steve’s circle, a fringe member of the kooks and weirdos that Steve seems to hang out with now. There’s a chance that anything he says might get repeated.
“You okay?” Barb asks, her eyes full of concern. Billy shrugs, deciding against it. One stupid frisson of lust isn’t enough to qualify a crush or for him to go babbling about it. He’s fine.
“Yeah, all good. I’m gonna head back out,” Billy fibs. “If you get a chance, hide one of those caviar things later, yeah?”
When he ducks back out, he’s swept up into a wave of people who all want to ask questions about the gluten free options and the calorie content of the cream cheese. Jesus. 
Interestingly, one of the women who scrutinizes the artichoke dip is the glamorous brunette woman he’d seen earlier. There’s something about the intensity in her eyes as she examines the toast points that remind him all too well of her son.
“Thank you,” she says, throwing the words back with a disinterested glance. Ugh. She may be Steve’s mom but he’d give all the money in his bank account to tip the fucking dip over her perfectly coiffed head.
“Your mom has shitty manners,” Billy says abruptly, catching Steve by the large French doors. Steve’s staring out into the pitch black of the manicured grounds, sipping a beer. He shrugs when he catches Billy’s eyes.
“I know the bartender. He sneaks me one sometimes when everyone else is too drunk to notice.” He looks down at Billy’s tray. “Please don’t try to feed me some of that shit again.”
“Hey, I think the bruschetta is safe,” Billy says, before taking a hesitant step forward. “Looking for something?” Steve gives a hollow laugh and shakes his head.
“Nah, it’s okay. My sanity? I guess. A time machine to take me to three days’ time when my parents leave again. The usual shit.” Steve takes another swig, cutting himself off as he remembers who he’s talking to. Billy looks over his shoulder and finds that Pierre is busy talking to a waitress. So he dumps the tray on the nearest table and grabs Steve by the elbow.
“Hey, you’ll get arrested again,” Steve says, although he lets Billy manhandle him through the billowing curtains and outside onto the patio.
“I’m not gonna fight you,” Billy mutters, and digs around in his shirt pocket. He finds his packet of cigarettes and pulls the lighter from his trousers. “Don’t tell Pierre I keep these on me. I don’t smoke during work hours unless he’s really fucking me off.”
“I don’t really smoke anymore,” Steve says, but he takes one anyway. Billy flicks the lighter for him, trying to ignore the color of Steve’s dark eyes under the light.
God, what’s happening to him? One look at Harrington in a suit and he turns into one of those girls that used to hang on his arm at parties. 
“Thanks,” Steve says, inhaling. Billy stows everything away again, just in case they get busted.
“Are they that bad?” Billy asks, although his own experiences screw up the curve. He works the pool and the catering gigs and shifts down at the garage to get the hell out of here. He’s nearing the end of his junior year and then he’s nearly out. 
“No, they just…they think they’re doing what’s best for me,” Steve says ruefully, and Billy watches the purse of his lips around the cigarette. “Which happens to be opposite of what I think is best for me. And they’re just a little…self-involved. Which is fine. I used to be too.”
“You mean you stopped?” Billy quips and then flashes Steve a grin to let him know that it’s a joke. But Steve only rolls his eyes.
“Haha,” he says flatly and kicks at the ground in his fancy Italian shoes. “Yeah, I was just…interested in parties and girls and all that shit, you know? Not a whole lot going on underneath. My future was all planned out so why work for it?”
“Sure,” Billy says, as though he gets it, as though he doesn’t have to fight every day to make sure he has a future. 
“Anyway,” Steve says, taking another drag. “Just so you know, if I’d really been King Steve, you’d never have had a chance.”
“Oh, really?” Billy asks, interested, because it would have been so much more fun to take the crown from someone who didn’t want to relinquish it. Interested, because there’s a strong line to Steve’s jaw that wasn't there before. 
“Yeah,” Steve says, blowing smoke into the dark night. Billy watches, fascinated, at the shape Steve’s mouth makes. “No fucking chance, Hargrove.”
“I’m so sure,” Billy rumbles, but honestly? He can believe it. Steve, for all his self deprecation and sarcasm, draws people in, in a way that Billy just can’t. Max never likes anyone, but she hangs onto Steve’s every word. All those little shits do, and Billy has to wonder why Steve prefers it this way.
Maybe it’s not a bad way to be. If Steve ever needed anything, those kids would run to him in a second. Wheeler, for her shitty treatment of Steve last year, still bites the head off of anyone who dares badmouth him. 
“It’s pesto, by the way,” Billy says hurriedly, because he’s apparently that idiot now. “The green stuff? Pesto.”
Steve wrinkles his nose and drops the butt of his cigarette to the ground, grinding it neatly under his heel.
“That doesn’t make it any better,” he complains and then sighs heavily. “Christ, do you think my parents would notice if I snuck out for a taco?”
“I don’t think your parents would notice much,” Billy says and then immediately hates the way that Steve curls in on himself. 
These people aren’t shit compared to Steve. But he doesn’t seem to know that.
It’s fine. Sometimes Billy doesn’t think he’s much better than Neil either.
“You’d better go back in,” Steve says, gesturing to the curtain and all those people no doubt dying for a sludge coloured appetizer. “That fuckwad might notice you’re gone.”
“He fucking hates me,” Billy says cheerfully, and Steve blinks at him.
“Great?” he says, looking unsure because no one has ever hated Steve Harrington fucking ever, probably. “I’m gonna go bother the valet for my keys.”
“Ass,” Billy grumbles, who ate a bag of Cheetos before work today and not a lot since. He doesn’t have the time these days. School, basketball practice, shower, work, go home and do homework. 
“I’ll bring you one,” Steve says, unexpectedly. “If you can find a cupboard to hide in to eat it.” It’s Billy’s turn to stare at him in surprise. He hadn’t expected Steve to bother coming back. The Harringtons look in their element, sipping their glasses of champagne and telling pointless stories from their trips to Chicago, New York, Washington. Even within spitting distance of their son, they seem to forget him.
“Thanks,” Billy mutters and then slips back through the curtain and grabs his tray, just in time to wave at Pierre making his rounds. Pierre. Billy will eat his fucking denim jacket if that’s the name on his birth certificate.
He wanders the crowds, smiling and making small talk, but his mind is anywhere but on the party. It’s on the look in Steve’s eyes, the curve of his ass in that suit, the wrinkle of his nose.
He can’t stay here. Not for anyone. Not for Neil, not for Max, not for Steve. Whatever the reason.
Steve is destined to be a king of a small town. His father will get him a good job, maybe buy him a house and eventually Steve will marry some cute thing that he meets at the club and spit out a few rugrats. It will all fall into place like dominoes and Steve won’t realize it’s happening until he’s got a beer gut and a back problem.
Nah, Steve’s staying here, the quicksand roots of a small town that won’t let him go. He’s not like Billy, just passing through. Because that’s all this is, some stupid two year pit-stop because his dad is fucked in the head. Enough money and a high school diploma and he’s out of here. Hawkins isn’t enough for Billy, no rolling waves, no glittering sunshine, all too confining in its quaint charm. 
No. No reason to stay at all. 
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Chicken and Ramps
TFW the blurb u just wrote turned into 949 words. Anyway, thought process behind this was “damn. I wanna forage back near Lexington KY where I was in October, but like, now with all the spring stuff… lol what if Whiskey retired from Statesman and lived on a very rural plot of land in KY, and reader spotted some stuff on his land and got caught” so here . Have this
Pairing: vaguely implied future retired!Whiskey x gn!reader
Warnings: nothing glaring, mild cursing, Jack has a shotgun but it’s never pointed at anyone, since he’s retired I decided to give him graying facial hair so y’know
Words: 949
You were driving through some back roads carefully, though not so slowly to cause suspicion, hunting for something. Fairly easy to spot if you knew what you were looking for; it was bright orange most of the time after all. You’d been trying to keep track of what was and wasn’t occupied property so you didn’t accidentally trespass, plus you intended to stay pretty close to the road, and that would at least give you plausible deniability if a resident came out and complained.
Finally, after some time of driving and a handful of stops for other things you spotted, you came upon your target: a fallen log, just a few steps in from the road, adorned with a plethora of bright orange shelf mushrooms. Chicken of the woods.
You cheered, slamming on your brakes and throwing your car in park, turning the hazards on just in case. You grabbed one of your foraging bags and hopped out of your car, looking around you carefully to ensure you were both alone, and no cars were coming. Met with an empty road and empty woods, you crossed, and began harvesting a few mushrooms. You wouldn’t take all of it, of course, a responsible forager only takes what they need, leaving some for other foragers and the wildlife that also needed to eat.
Once you were set, you stood upright and fastened your bag closed. As you did, a touch of bright green caught your eye in the leaf litter several yards from where you were standing.
Ramps?! This late in the season?!
You weighed your options. Get further from your getaway vehicle and risk actual trespassing, or cut your losses and get back in your car. But ramps… You thought for another moment, took a deep breath, and stepped around the fallen log, towards the ramps. You bent down, and started picking some leaves. This was a pretty big patch, and you would only take a leaf or two from each plant, so you were getting plenty.
Then you heard someone clear their throat, and you about jumped out of your skin.
“Fuck!” You scrambled upright, looking over in their direction, taking a couple steps back. A tall, handsome gentleman with a salt-and-pepper mustache and scruff looked back at you with a slightly amused expression. He wore a cowboy hat, a denim jacket, different colored denim jeans, and cowboy boots. He also had a shotgun, thankfully resting on his shoulder and not pointed at you.
“Y’know, you really shouldn’t be taking things from someone else’s property,” he said. His accent was far too smooth to be from around here, but there was an Appalachian twist that made you think he’d lived here for a good while.
“I-I didn’t—I’m so sorry, I thought this lot wasn’t occupied,” you said, holding your hands up, still gripping your foraging bag and ramps. Unfortunately this was not the first, nor would it likely be the last, time you’d been threatened with a gun. “This is all I’ve taken, there’s still more, but I’ll give them back if you want.”
He looked at you for a second, then to your hand with the ramps. “Those ramps?”
“Uh, yeah, I noticed them while I was picking some chicken,” you answered. “It was a lucky find so late in the season, I couldn’t pass ‘em up.” You gestured to the patch next to you.
“Huh,” he said. “Never noticed those back here for some reason. Good to know.” He sauntered over, squatting down and picking a couple himself before standing up again. “What’s your name?”
You gave it to him. “Again, I did not intend to trespass, if you want this back—“
“Nah, keep it,” he said. “More’n enough for both of us. My name’s Jack.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jack, I’m sorry if I scared you or anything,” you said. “You also have a pretty good chicken of the woods crop by the road.”
“I was actually on my way out here to check that log, taken some from it before,” he said. “That’s how I found you.”
“Oh, well, I’ll, uh, let you do that and get out of your hair,” you said, gesturing that direction.
“Now hang on a minute, you got a phone on you?” he asked.
“Yeah, of course, why?”
“Go on and take it out, lemme make a new contact for ya,” he answered.
So you did. You opened your phone, went to your contacts, and started a new one. He put in his name and number, and an address. One road over, must be his home.
“Now get your car off the side of the road there and park it in my driveway, and I’ll show you some other stuff I got growing around here.” He got a little closer to you, his voice low like he was afraid someone would overhear even though you were alone. “I may or may not know a very good spot for morels.”
You gasp. “Jeez, Jack, isn’t that a little fast? We just met!” you teased.
Jack laughed, and you grinned. “Not often I see anyone foraging out here. Usually just hunters who think they can set up wherever they want without consequences. Plus you look like you can keep a secret.” He then winked at you, and you felt your whole body heat up a degree.
“Trust me, I know better than to divulge an armed man’s morel spot,” you told him, raising your right hand as if to swear, even though you were still holding those ramps.
“Very good. Alright, sugar, move your car, we’ll get this show on the road.” He winked again, then turned and started walking.
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“hello, good sir. pardon the interruption to your leisurely rest, but have you seen this woman?”
a clink of mora passing between hands, and the vagrants studied the photo of a short dark-blue haired woman closely.
one of them answered with a rough voice, “a foreigner? lots of them been roamin’ around since the sakoku decree being lifted. can’t really remember well…”
another gold coin joined the other. the ronins talked amongst each others in inazuman as meirin tapped her foot almost impatiently.
“i guess she looks pretty distinct… might have seen her around, maybe in the capital.”
“are you absolutely sure?”
“chances are, she’ll be there. you said she was doing some commission work and stuff? if they could afford someone from overseas, they must have some good money. people with good money generally live in the main city.”
all general information, yet again. what do these people think we are, dumb?
the woman sighed and grabbed her husband’s hand before he could hand over yet another mora to the fifth group of vagabonds they’ve encountered that day, “alright. thank you for your cooperation, good sirs. we’ll be going n—”
“now, now,” the ronin who had been observing the scene from behind chuckled, hand inching towards their sheathed blade, “you both seem loaded, so why not throw a few more mora our way, eh?”
meirin frowned and glanced up at her lover before whispering, “is the welfare in inazuma that bad? why do they all say the same thing? what are these guys, npcs?”
“an interesting theory. are you suggesting that we’re in a game of sorts?”
“wouldn’t that be fun? in which case, i command you to bonk these npcs!”
“haha, as my dearest wishes.”
ミ𒆙𒆙𒆙
“— really! we really don’t know anything else!” the nobushi pleaded, visibly trying to struggle against the petrification to no avail.
the teashop owner sighed and pondered over the small teapot, before reaching into her bag with a soft smile, “i think you need more tea to remember, good sir… ah, yes, why not add the amount of jueyun chili in this one? and ground sand grease pupas for an added flavor! that should jog your memory!”
“wait, wait, please! i swear i don’t know anything! never seen that girl in my life!!” the man cried out, glancing back towards his friends who were laying out cold on the ground after a cup of… whatever devil’s drink that woman had forced down their throat.
were they dead? he had no idea.
and why the hell was the woman’s husband making himself home on their camp while having tea?!
clearly this couple wasn’t normal.
“look! i-i may not have information about the girl, b-but i’ve seen a weird-looking guy walking around these parts!”
“… a weird-looking guy?” meirin tilted her head.
the kettle sang on top of the portable stove. the man watched with quivering eyes as she poured the hot water into the teapot containing the 'concoction’. even from the smell, his eyes had started to water.
“y-yeah!! he’s got a mustache and wears this purple cape!! he looks like he’s up to no good if you ask me!!”
“huh… anything else?”
“uh. um……. n-no?”
“….”
“….”
“welp! special tea delivery! open wide~”
[ 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 ]
shoes crunched against inazuma’s soil as the pair trekked down the path towards konda village. perhaps once they’ve reached the settlement, they would be able to find some clues, or at least people who had seen kurisu. though their pace was deliberately slowed from all the venturing and questioning almost everyone they came across, it was always better to be meticulous and slow than careless and fast in these situations.
….. and on that note….
“xiànɡ gong, i love you dearly, but let’s try to be just as ultra-careful and not spend our money that willy-nilly, alright?”
“ah… yes, of course. my apologies, tiánxīn.”
@i23kazu - another ebg submission from yours truly!
I'm not sure how you'd count these, but there are 2 doodles on screencaps, 2 drawings, and 1 edit of a drawing (idt that counts as a whole piece?). Feel free to see for yourself!
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That morning…
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“We’re here.”
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“You! Boss-man! I challenge you to an Onikabuto fight!” exclaimed the young girl.
Itto cackled. “Bring it on!”
Kurisu smiled. “Haha… Have fun, you two.” 
She walked inside the tent. There, she found something glinting near one of the tent’s wooden pegs.
“What’s this?”
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“Huh? A Vision? Whose is this?”
Kurisu walked out of the tent and approached Shinobu, who was walking down towards the tent.
“Kuki. I found a Vision near one of the pegs. Do you have any idea whose it is?”
Kuki’s eyes looked at the Vision, then to Kurisu’s face, then back to the Vision in her hand.
“A Sumeru Vision… hmm. Why don’t you try using it?”
Kurisu frowned.
“Odd idea, but how do I do that?”
Shinobu tapped her cheek. “Hmm. Try connecting with it, then focus on something you can’t do without a Vision. Since it’s a Hydro Vision, maybe try conjuring a ball of water floating above me?”
Kurisu nodded. She closed her eyes and imagined a big ball of water above Shinobu’s head.
“Amazing.”
She opened her eyes to find Shinobu poking the ball of water with her index finger.
And it popped, showering her green hair with glistening droplets.
“Ah! Cold!” she yelped.
“...”
“Wow, it is yours!”
“But…”
“... Kurisu?”
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“But... But I—I’ve never—!!”
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A horrified shriek echoed through the air.
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME?????”
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1st (and 2nd) Meeting (Yandere Toppat Charles prequel oneshot)
Yep! I finally wrote more Yandere Toppat Charles. A lot of people have been requesting this. So here it is! Below the cut.
*Prequel oneshot! Let's go!*
Charles observed his computer monitor, watching the museum with the clan's hidden cameras they planted.
"Incredible.." He whispered in awe. The whole museum has fallen into chaos, and it was all thanks to one man. Henry Stickmin.
Yes, he'd been watching Henry for a while, seeing him make a name for himself. Charles wondered sometimes if he really worked alone. He had the skills of a whole task force, but always appeared to have no help. 
Did he plan these things? Or did Henry just make it up as he went along? He couldn't tell.
Oh Henry, so wild, so random. Yet so… impressive.
He had to meet this man. No doubt about it.
Henry ran with the diamond, he hid it in one of his hideouts outside the city. He'd have to lay low for a while, but it was worth it.
Henry left his hideout to retrieve some necessities, like food. He didn't plan on being out long, but he had a.. Strange encounter, on his way back.
Henry nabbed some fruit that he could stash and was in the process of running back to his hideout, it was night out and he used a lot of confusing alleyways and narrow roads to exit the city. Despite his efforts to avoid detection, someone apparently spotted him. 
"Henry Stickmin, or is it Stickman?" Henry whipped around and pointed his gun (which only had two bullets) at the voice, only to find no one standing there. Suddenly, he felt another body behind him. The stranger wrapped their arms around him, but in a way that felt more… gentle, friendly even. But the fact it was a stranger didn't help the fact that it was still terrifying. A hand quickly found itself grabbing his wrist, making him unable to fire it behind him. 
 
He felt someone's face right next to his own, they started whispering into his 'ear', "Hey, hey, calm down. I'm not here to cause you any harm. It's the opposite, really." The tone of the man's voice was strange. It was soft, but in a weirdly personal way. Like they knew each other or something. Which they did not. Or at the very least, Henry didn't.
"You broke yourself out of prison, stole the Tunisian Diamond, and even managed to avoid being recaptured… yet you struggle to even find a steady source of food… How sad. You deserve better, Henry.." The man somehow got even closer, Henry could feel his lips brush the side of his head, "... Way better." The stranger whispered, his tone changing a bit. 
Was this guy… flirting, with him?
"My name's Charles. I've seen your work from afar and I just gotta say, I'm impressed."
"Are you a cop or something? Because I'm pretty sure everything you're doing right now is illegal."
Charles laughed. "Good thing I'm not a cop then, huh?" Henry wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. 
"I'm a criminal. Just like you. The main difference is that I am a crime leader..."
 What was this guy? A mobster? Gang leader? When would he get to the point and stop all this weirdly intimate physical contact!?
" … and I think you should join me.."
Henry froze. This guy wanted him? A random solo thief, to join whatever crime syndicate he was in?
"I'll give you time to think about it. C'ya round, Henry." 
Just like that, Charles was gone. Henry only caught a glimpse of a red cloak and what was either headphones or ear muffs. He didn't get a long enough look to tell.
What a strange guy.
Henry woke up abruptly as he was practically thrown into a wooden crate. "Oh, I see you are awake at last." A man with a rather poised voice caught his attention. He saw a somewhat dapper looking man, with a brown mustache that he was twirling a bit as he talked.
Wait, was that a government uniform?
 "My my, no need to be so alarmed. We brought you here for a reason. We need your help." The man attempted to soothe Henry's anxiety. "My name is Reginald, and this is my right hand man," The man, now known as 'Reginald' gestured to another man who appeared to be driving the helicopter they all sat in. The second guy was taller than Reginald, Henry could tell, even though he was sitting down, and had a red mustache and hair. He appeared to be quite stern. And it was at this moment that Henry fully realized the situation.
He was in a government helicopter, with a couple soldiers holding guns at the ready, talking to someone who appeared to be in charge (maybe a captain). 
"You were a tricky little minx to catch, but I am sure your skills will make this worth the trouble."
Henry was briefed on the mission: go into the Toppat Clan's airship, find incriminating evidence, and gain his freedom. Seems fair enough.
Once he was on the ship, he found an air vent that eventually spat him onto a platform, one that was across from another platform with a "records" sign. 
"Oi, Henry. Might want to take a look at their records. You could probably find something there." Right's voice called through Henry's earpiece. His tone made it sound more like a command than a suggestion. "I've some things that can help you get across. What do you want to use?"
-Box
-Gun
-Right Hand Man
Henry decided on the box. Sure enough, one was dropped down in front of him. When he tried to open it, he realized it was made of metal. Suddenly, it seemed to unfold itself, sprouting arms and legs.
Ah. It was a small robot.
Suddenly, the small robot stomped up to him and lifted him off the ground with a vice grip. Henry had no time to get his bearings… and no time to prepare for the robot throwing him across the gap full-speed. 
Henry's body slammed into the metal floor, knocking the air out of his lungs. He looked across the gap, where he used to be, to see the robot give him a salute and then fold back into a box. Little pest. Useful, but still a pest.
Henry carried on his way to the records room, the shelves and files were practically endless, then he saw someone reading through a file. He ducked behind a shelf and watched the man. He had black sideburns, and a dark green uniform and Top hat to match. "Hmm. I gotta find a better spot for this, too incriminating to have in the open." He had a slight Brooklyn accent, if Henry assumed correctly.
Henry started to panic when the man stood up, seemingly turning to face the direction Henry happened to be in. 'Do something do something do something!' Henry's brain screamed.
Without thinking Henry grabbed a heavy book off the shelf and threw it full force at the guy. The book landed hard on the guy's foot, Henry could hear a *crack* upon impact. 
The Toppat crumbled to the floor, clutching his ankle and yelling obscenities for the whole world to hear. After some cursing, he seemed to refocus. "Who the FUCK-! Bukowski! Is that you!? I swear to god if that was you I'm gonna throw you off this Damn ship!" 
Henry crawled and sneaked his way around him, arms and legs on the metal floor. He maneuvered his way under the table, hastily grabbing the files the angry man dropped. He began to back up, hoping to leave the room without getting caught.
His hopes were dashed though when the guy turned his head to look at him. They both froze for a second when they made eye contact.
It did not take long for the Toppat to realize who was responsible for crushing his foot with a book. "Oi! Who the hell are you!?" Henry fumbled to his feet, and just ran. He was met with a locked door. Keycard only, Damn.
Henry turned to look at the man who was now getting up with the help of the table. That guy probably had a keycard.
Henry stuffed the file into his jacket, and bolted towards the guy. Using his built up momentum, he delivered a brutal kick to the guy's head, causing it to slam into the table top. While he was stunned, Henry snatched the card, and booked it towards the door. The identification on the card read "Rupert Price". 
Welp. Sorry Rupert, but he needed an escape. 
With his newfound access, he ran through the long metal halls of the ship. He had Right giving him directions to the nearest exit through his earpiece. It certainly helped with navigating the long, confusing, symmetrical halls of the airship.
Alarms started blaring. That Rupert guy must've alerted the clan.
Thinking fast, Henry swiftly dove into a vent, out of sight. He continued to listen to Right's directions.
"Take a left, don't make too much noise. There's a room full of crooks under you. A lot of 'em are armed."
Henry resisted the urge to say "no shit", feeling that it's pretty obvious a bunch of criminals would have weapons. He bit back his smartass remarks, it wasn't the time.
Henry eventually left the confines of the ventilation system, arriving in a room similar to a garage. Seeing as he was alone, he opened the huge metal garage door, ready to leave.
"Alright 'Enry. Get ready to-" the audio was cut off by garbled electronic noises. He couldn't make out what Right was saying, no matter how much he strained to listen. 
Suddenly, he heard someone… clapping?
"Finally, I can speak to you without interruptions," a voice said. A familiar one. Where had Henry heard that voice before?
"I gotta say, I haven't been this excited in a long time. Seeing you, Henry Stickmin, on my airship." 
A figure emerged from the darkness, a black hat with a red band and matching red headphones poking through, and a familiar red cloak.
The same guy from the alleyway! What was his name again? Henry's mind drew a blank, only remembering how weird that encounter was.
"I guess this is a good time to 'properly' introduce myself." The man said, a sly grin on his face. 
He approached Henry and gently grasped his hand, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his knuckles. 
"Charles Calvin, leader of the Toppat Clan."
Henry's face flushed a new shade of pink. He froze, muscles tense from intimidation, confusion, and slight flusherment. 
"I'm honored that you stopped by. It's a little unfortunate though. You are a talented thief, I didn't even know you were here at first!" Charles' tone took on a genuine excitement in that moment.
 "Though your 'government buddies' aren't quite as sneaky with that helicopter out there." His tone shifted again, laced with a feeling Henry could only describe as animosity when he mentioned the government.
 Henry swallowed thickly. He had been caught. What was Charles going to do? What would the government do with Henry's failure? 
"You're sweating," Charles said, seeming a bit concerned. He cupped Henry's cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. Henry wasn't sure what to feel about this. For some reason, Charles seemed comforting and terrifying simultaneously. "What do they have on you Henry? I can't imagine that a habitual thief like yourself would willingly team up with the people hunting him down. Did they threaten you?"
Charles' voice had a protective edge to it.
Henry was at a loss for words. What was he supposed to do? 
On one hand, he barely knew this man, and the guy was a powerful clan leader. 
On the other hand, there was no guarantee that Captain Reginald would keep his promise. The government could be lying to him. They could have just wanted to use him to take down the clan, and then arrest him right after. Kill two birds with one stone.
Henry bit back his nerves, deciding to be honest and see how Charles would react. 
"My freedom." Henry stated, doing his best to make his tone unreadable. 
Charles tilted his head. "Your freedom? What, you do what they want and you don't get sent to prison? Is that really the deal?" 
Henry nodded. "They said they'd pardon me for my crimes."
"... And how do you know that they'll actually go through with it?"
Henry said nothing. He didn't know.
"Doesn't sound like you're any closer to freedom, bud." Charles' sympathetic tone made Henry feel… oddly safe. He wasn't sure why.
Charles cupped Henry's cheek, an oddly intimate and comforting action. "Join the clan Henry. No government, or prison, will even touch you, not if I have a say in it. You'll be safe with me, Henry, I promise. Just let me love you, and stay." 
Henry's eyes widened.
Wow… that was really forward of Charles. "Love" was an interesting word choice. Charles wasn't just asking Henry to join his criminal organization, he basically just asked him out. 
Henry's face lit up with a warm pink glow, before he thought about the reality of the situation. He had a choice to make. Both options had risks. He could either join Charles, or finish his government mission. A crime Lord stranger, or a US captain who had already kidnapped him earlier to get him to do the government's bidding. 
Henry averted his eyes, focusing them on the metal floor beneath them.
This place seemed stable. And the government hasn't taken these guys down. They were strong. If he stayed on their good side, he could be untouchable.
If he went with the government, he could be pardoned for his crimes and have a second chance at a normal life. No criminal record.
Henry closes his eyes.
-Stay
-Go
He looked Charles in the eye. The man patiently waited for his response with a smile. He was bouncing on his heels a bit. He seemed eager. 
Henry held out his hand, "Okay, I'll join you." He was expecting Charles to shake his hand, but instead, Charles threw his arms around Henry in a hug. He lifted Henry off the ground and spun around. 
"Oh Henry! I'm so glad! You won't regret this!" 
Henry squirmed awkwardly. This guy was very cuddly. 
Charles seemed to recompose himself. Henry was relieved when he could feel the floor beneath him again. 
Charles cleared his throat. "Ahem. So, how do you want to deal with… them?" Charles vaguely gestured to the helicopter outside. Henry was thankful they couldn't see him and Charles.
Henry tapped his chin in thought. Then an idea came to him.
"Do you have a spare hat?"
The cargo hold's door opened. The wind and air whipped around Henry violently, he had to squint. Henry held up the decoy he put together, making sure Charles's signature hat and headset stayed on its head. 
Charles waited off to the side, his back pressed against the wall by the door, nodding at Henry.
Suddenly, he could hear Right's voice in his earpiece again.
"Henry! What happened there!? I couldn't reach you."
"It's fine! I just had to turn off my earpiece for a bit. I didn't want to give away my location."
Henry stepped forward, making sure he could be seen from the helicopter, he put handcuffs on the decoy, and held it so that it looked like he arrested Charles. 
"I'll meet you on the ground!" Henry yelled, and turned off his earpiece. He backed up towards Charles, who had a decoy of Henry ready with a parachute strapped to it. 
They quickly tied the decoy together, still making sure that it looked like Henry was holding Charles, they gave the fake Henry the earpiece. Finally, they worked together to throw the decoys off the ship. 
 
Charles held a remote in his palm, quietly counting to himself so he could time it right.
Henry watched as the helicopter flew downwards to follow their false counterparts. Charles pressed a button on his remote, and the decoys' parachute opened.
They closed the cargo door, and smiled at each other. That should hold them off for a bit.
Charles started laughing. "Oh, I wish I could see their faces when they realize what we did." He wiped a tear from his eye.
Henry chuckled a bit. "I bet it would be funny."
Charles wrapped an arm around Henry. "Hahah… I hope we have a lot more moments like these, Henry." 
Henry smiled softly. "Yeah, me too."
Suddenly, Henry remembered something. 
"Oh! Uh… since we're working together now, I should probably give this back to you." He reached into his coat and pulled out the file he had stolen earlier. 
He handed it to Charles, who upon seeing it, let out another laugh. 
"Oh, you little minx! I didn't even realize you stole this!" Charles seemed genuinely impressed. "You're good.." He said, his tone ever so slightly flirtatious. 
Henry gave a dismissive (and bashful) hand wave. "It was nothing." 
"You're trouble, aren't you?" Charles smirked.
Henry chuckled. "Yeah, and now you have to deal with it."
"Gladly."
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I'm a day early but I have the time and I don't have the patience, so...
Day 7 -- Use the words: small town, bar, jukebox
Starstruck (AO3)
Puente Antiguo, 2011
Darcy Lewis looked over the list of songs on the jukebox at the one and only bar in town. Almost all of them were older than she was, but she always did like oldies. She settled on “The Last Time I Felt Like This.” Growing up with a Johnny Mathis fan rubbed off on me, she thought as the familiar song started.
“Care for a dance?” a male voice asked from behind her.
Darcy turned to see a man she didn’t recognize smiling at her. With the town being so small, she knew all the locals by face, if not name, but this one was a stranger to her and she immediately had her guard up. “Sorry, I don’t dance with strange men.”
The man chuckled. She had to admit he was good-looking – tall, thick dark brown hair with bangs falling lazily over his forehead and gray streaks at his temples, a mustache and a short beard that came to a point, and cheekbones any supermodel would kill for. His pale blue eyes held a hint of sadness alongside the mirth that went with his killer half-smile. With his pale skin and all-black clothes, he looked like a handsome modern goth.
“Oh, we’re not strangers, though I’m definitely Strange,” he said.
Darcy raised an eyebrow. “We know each other? I find it hard to believe – Puente Antiguo isn’t known for its goth scene.”
“Right,” he said, chuckling again. “Let’s just say we don’t know each other yet, but we will.”
“Uh huh,” she muttered, rolling her eyes at his pick-up line. “In what universe?”
“This one, of course,” he said, obviously enjoying himself. “One dance, Darcy. That’s all I ask.”
“The song’s almost over.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.” He held out a hand. “Please?”
Oh, what can it hurt? “Fine,” she sighed then she took his hand.
He led her onto the small dance floor and pulled her close enough to place his hands at her waist as she placed hers on his shoulders. They started to slow dance shortly before the song ended only for it to start over again.
Darcy raised an eyebrow. “Did you pay for more plays?”
The man chuckled. “Something like that.”
“Uh huh. What’s your name?”
“Stephen.”
“Just ‘Stephen?’ No last name?”
“Strange.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s not strange to ask someone for their last name.”
He sighed heavily. “No, my name is Stephen Strange.”
“Oh. You must’ve been teased mercilessly when you were a kid.”
Stephen smiled a bit and she had to admit she liked his crooked smile. “My nickname in high school was ‘Odd,’ my classmates thought themselves hilarious.”
She had to admit it was funny. “Okay, Stephen, what’s your deal? You’re not from here.”
“Just passing through.”
“Uh huh, so you decided to just chat up the first single girl you see at the bar?” She wasn’t annoyed, not really, just curious.
Stephen chuckled. “I told you, Darcy Lewis, we will know each other well.”
She stared at him. “I never told you my last name. Come to think of it, I didn’t tell you my first name either.” She lowered her voice. “Are you stalking me?”
“If I was, I certainly wouldn’t admit it,” he said, his voice just as low and frankly, a lot sexier. “In all honesty, we’re going to be everything to each other in a few short years.”
“Should I be calling you ‘Nostradamus?’ I doubt you’re any more accurate than he was.”
Stephen grinned at her, a full grin, and her stomach did a little flip. “I don’t need a prophetic vision to know what will happen between us.” The song ended and didn’t start up again, which Stephen seemed to take as a cue. Taking her hand, he led her out of the small bar and into the relative privacy of the parking lot.
As always, Darcy gazed up at a sky full of more stars than she had ever seen in her life before turning back to him. “If you want to kiss me, you’re gonna have to wait until Date Number Two.”
Stephen chuckled, the sound doing something nice to her nervous system. “Actually, this is Date Number 58, but who’s counting?”
“You’re making no damn sense, you know,” she said, her tone almost fond.
He smiled a bit. “I know, but you’ll understand in time. I should go back.” He leaned to kiss her cheek. “Until next time, Darcy Olivia Lewis.”
She stared at him for a heartbeat then sighed. “Oh, fuck it. C’mere.” She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss, which he was happy to give.
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New York, 2022
Dr. Darcy Lewis looked up from her e-reader as her fiancé appeared in the room. The grin he gave her was contagious. “I take it it worked?”
“You tell me,” Stephen said as he sat down beside her on the couch and took her free hand. “Do you remember running into me in New Mexico?”
Her eyes widened with realization. “Yes! We danced to ‘The Last Time I Felt Like This’ then you kissed me.”
He rolled his eyes fondly. “Your memory is faulty if you think that’s what happened – you kissed me.”
“You started it, showing up looking all sexy then asking me to dance and kissing my cheek.” She moved to straddle his lap. “That was risky, you know. You could’ve gotten stuck in the past.”
“It was a risk I was willing to take,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her. “I wanted to see you as you were back then, at the start of your love for the stars.”
“And if you couldn’t come back?”
Stephen smiled a bit. “Then we’d be married for at least nine years by now, if not more.”
Darcy smirked. “You think you’re that irresistible, do you?”
“I know I am, at least to you.”
He was right, of course, but she wasn’t about to admit it. Instead, she simply murmured, “Kiss me.”
“With pleasure.”
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sadbeautifulttragic · 7 months
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10- flannel should be for all seasons- not just primarily fall!
11- ur so cool! i love following you
12- it’s fine for some ppl to be to scared and use anonymous mode. i’m shy but still want you to see my opinions. don’t get mad, i’ll cry.
13- 3 types of mustaches. the 🌽stache, the pervy 🥸, and the mario stache 🍄
14- kindness is hotter than anything! ^ specifically mustaches lmao
15- it’s easier to be productive at night for me!
16- judging a book by its cover isn’t bad if you have good instincts! i’m kinda judgy but it’s helped me know bad from good
17- i don’t like ppl sharing VERY big opinions on things they aren’t educated in! like, stop talking about how vaccines kill kids when you got a degree in English in 1994 and have just been at home with the kids since then. stop. it’s annoying. do researcher!
18- i’m so awesome. it’s not an opinion or hot take. it’s a fact.
19- we shouldn’t pressure ppl to have perfect manicured lawns. it’s hard to keep up with! it’s fine to be overgrown.
lemme know if you’re in love with me and you agree!
omg anon so sorry I didn't see this!! I'm gonna respond with my thoughts on all of these
no I love cake! what dessert is better to you?
wholeheartedly agree. I think it's perfect and (spelling is) FUN
yes but I like boneless wings so...sue me
safdklkdsl so are you!!! (that's so nice thank you!!)
water truly is superior, I love it!!!
facts!!!! drag queens reading in libraries to kids makes me so happy, like do people not realize it's about self expression and empowerment?? isn't that what we want for kids?
facts my 2000s bops playlist just hits on a whole new level
huh, didn't think much about this until now. you're onto something...
I feel that, ppl get that superiority complex if they don't like something popular and it's like bestie it doesn't matter
I do love flannels, so comfy
askjfdsljskl <3
oh of course! the hateful anons ruin it for the ppl who genuinely just wanna connect!
I'm confused??
true!! can't be with you if you're not kind (especially to others and behind closed doors!)
same, I don't feel fully awake until like 4pm
oh true, I've gotten out of scary situations by trusting my gut and going based on instinct
yes, ppl love to act like they know lots about everything. it's ok to say you believe whatever you want but don't be surprised if someone comes in with factual info against it
hahah love the confidence!
if I ever own a house I want a clover lawn so bad!!!
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Chapter 2: Chains
Narrated by Qin Yi.
Narrator: On the makeshift stage in the Gu family’s garden, a dress rehearsal is going on.
Narrator: Clad in the luxurious silky robes of my character, I sing, longingly, slowly, bringing my character to life.
Narrator: Under the stage, watching the rehearsal with squinty, shrewd eyes and a trembling mustache, is Chief Secretary Gu.
Narrator: I exit the stage after my performance to find him waiting backstage.
Chief Secretary Gu: Wonderful, wonderful! Excellent voice. Outstanding face.
Qin Yi: You’re far too kind.
Chief Secretary Gu: Still... as talented as you are, this failure of a troupe won’t get you anywhere.
Chief Secretary Gu: So? Two choices. Become a household name, or never be seen on stage again. Which will you choose, Qin Yi?
Qin Yi: You’re right, Sir. This troupe will get me nowhere.
Qin Yi: I’ll take the profitable route, of course.
Chief Secretary Gu: Very wise, Qin Yi.
Chief Secretary Gu: It’s a deal, then. I’ll leave it to you, Qin Yi.
Narrator: There’s nothing special about the sentence itself, but he sounds vicious. Threatening.
Narrator: I’m just a lowly troupe actor. It’s not like I’ve ever had a choice.
Qin Yi: No worries. Leave it all to me.
Choose “What does he want you to do?”
You: What does he want from you?
Narrator: Murder.
Narrator: Chief Secretary Gu had been profiting a lot from bribing the previous Bureau Director, but a new Director had taken his place.
Narrator: Chief Secretary Gu knows he has to get rid of this man, perhaps even replace him.
Narrator: The new Director, Director Zhang, is known for being an avid theater-goer.
Narrator: On Director Zhang’s birthday, I will be performing at his mansion. This gives me the perfect opportunity to poison him.
Choose either “Poison someone?!” or “Are you really going to commit murder?”
If “poison,” ...
You: Poison him? That’s too dangerous!
Narrator: If I don’t do it, I could be killed myself.
If “murder,” ...
You: Will you actually do it?
Narrator: Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
Narrator: I don’t have a choice.
--
Narrator: The days are getting longer. The colorful evening clouds are still visible as I return to the troupe.
Narrator: The flower that only blooms at night is still shying away from the sun, petals closed.
Narrator: Granny Xue, who’s cooking in the kitchen, notices me.
Granny Xue: Jade!
Qin Yi: That’s not my name anymore.
Granny Xue: Ah, right. I’m getting on in years, young man. My memory ain’t what it used to be.
Granny Xue: Qin Yi... Qin Yi... all right. I’ll remember from now on.
Granny Xue: I see you’ve been skipping meals these days. Very busy, hm? The others have almost finished everything.
Qin Yi: I’m not hungry.
Granny Xue: No way you’re not hungry, kiddo!
Narrator: I don’t like it when people call me “kiddo.”
Granny Xue: I saved some for you. It’s still hot!
Granny Xue: Skipping meals is bad for your stomach. My husband was like that, too. You’ll regret it when you get sick!
Granny Xue: You gotta treat your body better while you’re still young.
Granny Xue: No matter how busy you get, you gotta eat!
Narrator: Granny Xue is like that. She talks on and on, never bothering to listen.
Narrator: Super noisy.
Granny Xue: Jade... I mean, Qin Yi! Come, come, eat!
Narrator: She’d probably ramble on if I don’t follow her into the kitchen.
Granny Xue: That’s more like it! Here’s some rice. And some leftovers to go with it.
Granny Xue: It’s nothing much for a growing boy like you. Eat up, eat up!
Narrator: I’m about to dig in when another actor passes by.
Actor A: Ah, Qin Yi! What are you doing back here?
Actor A: I heard you’re gonna perform for Director Zhang. Good for you! Don’t forget us when you become rich and famous!
Actor A: Hey, I thought we finished all the food? You’ve been saving up for him, huh, Granny? What about poor old me?
Granny Xue: Away with you! What does it matter?
Actor A: Sucking up to him now that he’s gonna get famous, huh? You think I didn’t notice?
Actor: A: Saving food for him every day... Think he’s your son or something? Think he’s gonna come back for you once he’s rich?
Actor A: Fool! Just look at him. All high and mighty. No way he’s coming back for you.
Granny Xue: Jade isn’t like that! I’m not like that either. Jade is a good kid, unlike your bunch!
Narrator: There she goes, calling me Jade again.
Qin Yi: I’m done. Thanks.
Qin Yi: I’ll be off now.
Narrator: Behind me, the two are still arguing.
Narrator: Super noisy.
Narrator: It’s a cloudy, stiflingly humid day when I’m set to perform at the Zhang mansion.
Narrator: I have the vial of poison stashed in the sleeve of my costume.
Choose either “Are you really going to poison someone?” or “How are you going to poison someone?”
If “really,” ...
You: But... are you really going to poison him?
Narrator: It’s my life or his.
If “how,” ...
You: How do you plan to do it?
Narrator: You’ll find out. Just watch.
--
Narrator: I step onto the stage. In his seat, Director Zhang looks positively excited.
Narrator: Next to him, Chief Secretary Gu sends me a meaningful look.
Qin Yi: Achievements so grand, even the Emperor himself wishes him a happy birthday, along with his many descendants.
Qin Yi: A man so impressive, he’s surrounded by hundreds of court ministers, along with flowers blooming bright.
Narrator: As I finish my song, the whole mansion bursts into applause. Director Zhang is overjoyed, cheering and chuckling.
Narrator: There’s a special arrangement at the very end of the performance.
Narrator: Right on cue, still in my exquisite robes, I approach Director Zhang and bow deeply in front of him.
Qin Yi: I am but a fake lord in the script, here to wish the true lord a happy birthday.
Qin Yi: May you celebrate many more birthdays, each as joyful as this one.
Director Zhang: Well said!
Narrator: After I speak my lines, I’m supposed to toast Director Zhang. A servant brings me a teapot.
Qin Yi: What tea is this?
House Servant: It’s our own. The best Cloudcrest Tea.
Qin Yi: I’ve heard lots about the Cloudcrest Tea. It’s my honor to have a sip.
Narrator: I swiftly smear the poison on the mouth of the teapot, concealed behind my gigantic sleeves.
Narrator: When the tea is poured, the poison enters the liquid.
Narrator: I pour out two cups and hand one to the Director.
Narrator: After a bow, I hope my cup close to my lips.
Qin Yi: Wait!
Director Zhang: What is it?
Qin Yi: Something doesn’t seem right with this tea.
Qin Yi: Cloudcrest Tea is fragrant and rich. This tea may smell like it, but it’s different.
Narrator: Director Zhang gives it a sniff and realizes that I’m right.
Director Zhang: What’s up with this? This is not Cloudcrest Tea.
Narrator: The servants immediately take our cups away. Moments later, a servant whispers in the Director’s ear.
Director Zhang: The tea... was poisoned!
Narrator: Chaos ensures. Amidst it all, I watch as Chief Secretary Gu’s face crumples.
Narrator: Dark, ashen, a bit like the cloudy skies.
Choose either “Why are you doing this?” or “Are you trying to save Director Zhang?”
If “why,” ...
You: I don’t get it. Why did you do this?
Narrator: I know too much.
If “save,” ...
You: Were you really trying to save Director Zhang’s life?
Narrator: I just want to live. Plain and simple.
--
Narrator: If Director Zhang dies from the poison, Chief Secretary Gu will kill me to keep his secret safe.
Narrator: If I don’t put the poison in, on the other hand, Chief Secretary Gu will still kill me.
Choose “But Chief Secretary Gu will still retaliate!”
You: But wouldn’t Chief Secretary Gu take revenge on you now that you didn’t poison Director Zhang?
Narrator: I was the one who “noticed the poison.” Whoever tries to kill me would be the biggest suspect. Director Zhang will know.
Narrator: And Director Zhang considers me his hero now.
Narrator: Chief Secretary Gu wouldn’t dare do a thing.
Narrator: And that’s how this performance ends.
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Random Miraculous Thoughts: Season 5 Catchup Edition
(Because I finally got caught up and I had to write my thoughts down! Warning: this is gonna be long. And spoilers for S5 up to Elation.)
You can tell that the writers saw people saying the Rooster’s power was OP and decided to put limits on it, which just made it more confusing in the end.
Marinette’s whole kwami scavenger hunt idea in Destruction was so clever! Also seeing Monarch get frustrated is always funny.
Poor Alya got the shock of her life when Monarch showed up though lol
They really just. Had Chat Cataclysm a person??? And it didn’t get reversed????
The Miraculous getting broken down and remade so they all look the same was A Lot to watch
Another new costume? How many have you been through at this point Gabriel?
At least this one’s better than the Shadowmoth look though
So we’re just. Acknowledging that other school years have happened now huh. Really forcing me to process that this whole show has canonically happened in less than a year.
I’ve brought this up before but is Marinette legally old enough to drive that scooter??? Is don’t know French law but. She’s 14????
I’m sorry but Darker Owl sounds stupid. It just does.
I guess you could say he used Daizzi as a Guinea Pig. No? Ok I’ll see myself out.
The dream sequence babies were so ugly sisjwbshsb
Can we talk about the mustache I’ve been dying to talk about the mustache
I miss when the magical charms actually mattered. I hate that it’s all megakumas all the time now (and that’s still a dumb name btw). That’s a rant for another post though.
I’ll admit I forgot some of the plot of Illusion because I was too distracted by everyone’s condiment-based Resistance nicknames. I hope the Resistance keeps being a thing just because those codenames are so funny.
The plan to film someone getting akumatized was solid they just picked the worst possible target without realizing it
I love how the sauce stain on Gabe’s suit was still there at the end but just a little bit faded, so you can tell he went into the bathroom and tried to get it out with water. We’ve all been there. You know how it is with spaghetti.
I have a LOT of thoughts about both Marinette and Adrien refusing to wear the Alliance rings
Lila in the Resistance what will she do
Marinette looks cute with her hair down!
Always good to see Luka and Kagami! I like that they support Marinette and Adrien getting together, although I wish that hadn’t been the only reason they were there.
I think Marinette and I would both prefer if the statue scene never got brought up again
The museum must have some inside sources to make completely accurate statues of every single superhero who’s ever appeared on the show.
Manipula’s outfit reminded me of someone else’s and I can’t think of who. Maybe Backwarder or Queen Banana?
Monarch. My dude. How hard is it to just let akumas out through the window like you used to? Using Voyage every time is lazy, and you’re overworking Kaalki.
That love square flip happened fast. Like, so fast it kinda caught me off guard.
Adrien: “I’m in love 😍” Marinette: “oh no I’m in LOVE”
Marinette, in what world is your superhero partner whose identity you don’t even know a safer person to have a crush on than a normal guy from your school (even if they’re really the same person)?
I am once again asking for more Plagg and Tikki scenes. It’s fun to see them gossip.
They’re right that these two idiots would tell each other their secret identities the second they got together and we all know it.
Nathalie SNAPPED! Good for her!
I’m also very concerned for her. Someone figure out how to help this woman ASAP.
Safari was scary powerful though. How many Miraculous powers did Gabriel give her?
Maybe I’m wrong but. Venom paralyzes people right, it doesn’t knock them out? So shouldn’t Ladybug have been VERY MUCH STILL CONSCIOUS WHEN ADRIEN DETRANSFORMED????
MR BUG AND LADY NOIRE RETURN! I’VE BEEN HOPING FOR THIS!
I love Mr Bug’s straightforward lucky charms
And how being Lady Noire brings out Marinette’s flirty side
I had totally forgotten the kwagatama even existed. It was nice to see it be relevant though.
Oh hey Joan of Arc!
Yay, Alix update! I lowkey want an episode that’s just her time travel adventures.
“My sister is time traveling and I have no idea if she’s safe and this happened suddenly without any warning” is a pretty reasonable thing to get upset over, I’ll give Jalil that.
Tbh original flavor Pharaoh was cooler. This version just traps people in an object, which is the same power as at least 3 other villains.
Horse Boy Adrien CONFIRMED?!
Not specific to this episode but I just thought of it again: why can’t the suit Ladybug gets after using Lucky Charm be her permanent costume? It’s better than the normal one.
Good for you Jalil! I love seeing people fight off akumas.
Awww, Plagg gave Adrien a kwagatama!
Last season I would’ve been cheering over Marinette throwing away the pictures but now when it immediately cut to Adrien walking into the bakery all nervous and blushing afterwards I was like “oh NO”
Alya: it wouldn’t be the end of world [if they got together] Tikki, aware of the events of Chat Blanc: 😬
A kiss! A real, actual kiss that didn’t get erased somehow! I never thought I’d see the day.
The funniest thing to me is I didn’t even know Elation was basically Glaciator 3 going in because everyone was talking about the kiss and no one cared about the villain
We should talk about Glaciator though because Andre knows more about what’s going on than most characters on this show
I don’t really have a favorite side of the love square, but I have to say Marichat was cute in this episode.
All this drama over who has feelings for who when they’re the same people. I can’t wait for the mutual facepalm if they ever figure out each other’s identities.
Chat’s point about confusing idolization of a superhero with real love and not wanting to take advantage of her is…surprisingly mature of him?
He made Marinette sad though and I will be holding that against him
In conclusion I like this season so far! The overarching plot is good to have, the different character dynamics are a nice change of pace, and above all, I’m SO glad it’s being released in order.
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waters-and-the-wilde · 4 months
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hafkhsdahafskdfaljksjhfalafasd okay so i got. the whole. 'you're one of the good ones' thing from one of my managers at work about the whole. you know. not making the cis people too uncomfortable about my pronouns thing and. like. oof.
there's the 'thanks i hate it' of it all. but also. i thought i was kinda on the 'no more nice good little respectable trans ambassador' program after a previous situation. so it's like huh what that's not actually what i was going for. but also i mean it's not like i'm actually looking to put myself into a situation at work if i can help it? and i feel weird and conflicted because there is a little bit of it that is actually a little vindicating to get this kind of feedback that shows [ex mentor figure] as pretty unreasonable in comparison. like I knew she was being unreasonable but like this is a pretty traditional corporate retail kinda environment and the powers that be are like. doing their best to be supportive about stuff they're unfamiliar with. and then there's the feeling weird about feeling a little vindicated. and then there's just the feeling weird bc oh shit fuck c'mon i didn't ask to be the standard you're gonna hold your future trans employees to. fuck's sake i'm a recovering people-pleaser with an overdeveloped sense of impulse control and six bad jokes in rainbow shoelaces.
and yeah corporations aren't your friend and your boss isn't your friend yadda yadda and also like. generally speaking i get on fine with my managers as human people who mean well and this one was definitely going for 'trying to convey positive feedback' and walked right into it. so i'm trying to be like. 'well everyone has their own deal and some folks have things a lot harder than I do and it's tough to find a balance' and 'yeah no obviously most everyone here has been well-meaning and i'm not looking to give anyone a hard time' and 'i'm glad you guys recognize what i contribute and that i can rely on you if i need to'. aaand i think i tried to convey something to the effect of 'people have really weird perceptions about the whole Being Offended thing' that didn't really seem to register and i was really not prepared to go into the 'no we are definitely still way more scared of you than you are of us.' because. you know. as it turns out we are in fact more scared of our cisgender corporate environments than they are of us. and you're my boss and i'm on the clock and i'm running the math on how well-behaved i am in your presence at all times.
and i'm not gonna say 'hey ouch that's not the compliment you think it is.' and i'm not gonna say 'yeah you don't know how much math i'm doing every time I get misgendered and the cpu background programs it takes to figure out whether and how to address a situation' and 'thanks i've spent a year probably doing way more than this place deserves because what happens if There's a Situation and i don't have the social capital of being Hard Worker and Plays Well With Others and Not A Snowflake' and 'this conversation is taking an entire spoon right now can I go put up this price tag i was printing out'
I think I said something about how it's only going to get funnier every time someone tries to she/her me as my funny little beard grows in. WHICH BY THE WAY the past couple of months i have had to do so much less math. or a very different and much funnier kind of math. nothing makes me feel more like '5 creachers in the proverbial trenchcoat with a top hat and fake mustache who are Getting Away With Something' than getting bro-talked by a dude who read me as a dude. absolutely wild. how do you do fellow dudes.
idk the point i think really is the background numbers. and the fuckinh arbitraryness of it all. like there's never really going to be able to calibrate for who's going to be Chill About Your Deal and who's going to take the slightest reminder of your existence as an inconvenience and who's just going to roll with the kind of default assumptions that you've forgotten how to fathom. and most of the time it's the awkward and well-meaning people who are just gonna be there. and kind of exhausting.
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…it's always been way longer than I think it has, huh. rereading the last batch… aoyama was a lil creepy, there's a school festival concert thing coming up, and a sean-connery-looking libertarian is looking to get fingerblasted. looking forward to that. (bnha s4e20-25)
(mineta meeting eri) jesus christ on an alternate dimension where he can do anything about untenably problematic anime characters, I think I'd take Leeron, Gurren Lagann Leeron, over this guy and that says a lot
(ep title is "gold tips imperial") "gold tips?" "yeah, how do you always seem to find more gold than we do? what's the secret?" "I'm gonna level with you, I have no idea, they just coded Skyrim to put more gold in chests when I open them"
anyway back to the show aw hell it's Ditto again, get a personality my dude -- "we're doing a play: Romeo and Juliet and a bunch of random references." …wait, is azkaban not copyrighted? well, wookiee probably is and they used that, I guess they just don't give a fuck
beauty pageant. …think I might just not like this arc in general. the mafia stuff we just did, that was cool. it was, like, dark, but it was good. this one, I can feel it, is gonna have too much mineta in it (which does not have to be very much).
(deku's working on the finger gun thingy) "so much more control is required than before… is there a trick to it?" imagine you're putting a microwave on defrost. or, or something. …I miss deku's silly microwave epiphanies
hatsume: "yeah, the thing you asked me about the other day, I've been working on it" IS IT GAUNTLETS. ARE YOU GONNA FUCKIN THOMAS EDISON MELISSA'S FUCKING GAUNTLETS. AT THIS POINT I DON'T CARE AS LONG AS HE GETS THEM BC YALL HAVE PROVEN THAT YOU HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY
"there's something I want to try with this new move… I want to try and put a paper football on the moon"
"my mom sent me this new tea, it's called [title drop]!" is the tea haunted. or drugged. why is it in the title. squints suspiciously
okay, sean connery the clownboy would not have 0 likes and 800 dislikes, he would have WAY more likes and 90% of those likes would be people who thought he was hilarious. if this was ten years ago (maybe only five, idfk), there would be dance mixes of this nonsense.
"I just wonder what sean clownery is up to…" mah boi, this not-having-to-worry-about-what-a-libertarian-is-thinking is what true warriors STRIVE for -- "open the bat-folder, kronk! …it won't open." "I locked it, you have to right-click" peak comedy. 'XD this goofus is gonna get clowned on so hard, he might end up making this whole arc worth it by himself tbph -- "we can have a 90-minute teatime if we get there right when they open" …blinks wait what am I saying, I take at least two hours to eat lunch when I take adderall
'XDDDD "wait did you say TEA???" gentle doofus blowing his entire cover like this is almost jojo levels of stupid, I am LIVING here -- gentle thief, filming self running from deku: ♪ look here come the consequence, consequence, consequence, look here come the consequences of my own ac-tions… ♪
who would win, a villain with ten youtube subscribers whose head is so far up his own ass he's a donut, or a shonen protagonist who is prepared to move heaven and earth to entertain a little girl -- 'XD oh yeah, and the donut's mustache is apparently on the line. hope la brava packed a shaver
(translated from Gentleman) "I just want to sneak in, make an ass of myself, and get tossed out by security. um. so let me go plz?"
wait so ditto only entered kendo in the contest so she'd stop hitting him when he does his inferiority complex bit? so someone with a fucking baseball bat took over her duties? pfft okay
I've never actually seen bobobo bobobobo but iirc they control random body hair in that. I think this lady must've wandered in from there. her quirk must be either prehensile eyelash tentacles (which is fucking terrifying) or super-strong eyelids (which is truly pitiable)(she does also remind me of renge from ouran host club a bit but only bc of the dress and the hoity-toity laugh)
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("remember where the air membranes are…") hanzo from before they completely changed his abilities back when overwatch 1 existed: "heh. simple geometry."
show, these are filler villains with incomprehensible motives. I don't think even brava knows what clownery's trying to accomplish. don't try to get me invested in them
oh gawd and now it's the deejay nobody likes
"Today, I take the first step towards my great work! I WILL get my eleventh subscriber!" -- "they wouldn't let me be a hero, for the silly reason that I was completely incompetent! the world OWES me attention!" -- "it's not a selfish wish, either, because there is one entire other person who also thinks the world owes me, and that makes my cause just!"
…deku, the fuck no you aren't the same. clownery was born with a legitimately useful power but would've made a shitty hero for other reasons, you were given your power because you were judged to be good hero material.
please tell me brava isn't actually as good a hacker as she thinks she is and doesn't get in, it'd put a nice toothpick in this whole stupid sandwich.
(more flashbacks for the filler villain) "please don't help me rob people. it'd make you a criminal." "it's too late for that. I've already hacked your bank account and invested your entire savings fund into crypto. you shouldn't have made your password whoisjohngalt."
…eh, what's three more episodes
gentle thief suddenly epiphanizing that he's just a selfish dumbass having a particularly destructive midlife crisis. good for him
'XD they could've had Hound or Ecto give a dramatic pause and then go "no, all is fine here," but I'm glad they had Hound bother to say "some alex jones type jackass tried to mess things up but we caught him" first. don't flatter the guy by pretending he'd be worth canceling the show over
"I was once in the hero course, too" 100% of the population was, it's kind of the only thing anybody aspires to in this setting -- "he was so hard to fight because I could've ended up like him" again, he had the chance you didn't and flubbed it
concert scene gud stuff, no notes
"you heard about your father from gandalf. he lied to you. I AM your father" dammit I wasn't planning on liking this too 'XD harry potter reference aside
holy nier automata flashbacks batman
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something something vaporeon
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montage scene gud, no notes : ] just watching characters who've been through hell have a good time. (still miss shinso tho, I know it's asking for stuff but I wanna see him get to do hero stuff)
wonder what these last two eps even are, they just wrapped up an arc
(eri is gonna live at the school apparently bc I guess they don't have stuff set up yet to account for kids with uncontrollable destructive quirks) blinks I'd completely forgotten that togata lost his quirk. …gotta admit, show gets points for that
(hero rankings) huh. endeavor's "mask" and "mustache" sort of make the symbol for fire. sort of, anyway. hadn't noticed that
how an appliance direct commercial is in the top ten, I don't get
"quirk: streaker!" …I was tryna think of anything to say about hawks but wtf, what the actual fuck
"endeavor doesn't do handshakes, you've changed, you've ruined it now, waaa" 'XDDDD
"haha I just have no self-control" you've said that, we get it, you're an asshole, we just don't know how bad of one yet
"you can fly?" "I'm just not falling!" pfft
…okay well that was a sendoff, huh. that was a lot all at once.
(postcredits) the ninth what. one for all? ghosts? spookums? tbc, I spose
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halt-kun · 7 months
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Hunter x Hunter Chapter 215 - Last words
BACK to Hunter x Hunter
it's been a while, it's nice to have time to catch up before a chapter comes out but it also doesn't press me to keep up the pace
I've been quite occupied with Baldur's gate 3
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Dr Lee must be a badass if Netero considers her the best in medicine. Is she a regular surgeon or a veterinarian ? Probably specialized in magical beasts too if Netero called her specifically
I'm saying "her" because from what I remember from the anime the main doctor was a lady but I may be wrong
DAMN Netero, cutting your hair like that, don't you know a nice hairdresser. Actually he also cut his beard and mustache I think
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The french translation really did a : "Kokoro t-shirt - note : Kokoro means heart"
Everything went according to Keikaku
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Netero is asking Colt, he already valued his opinion and considers him an ally
I love Colt
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BURN
Poor Morel and Knov, they're in way over their head
even if they're probably as skilled or more skilled (considering their age and experience) than PT for example
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He doesn't look like you're laughing Netero
So Netero is off to see some old friends
By that he means someone several decades younger than him
We all know he has older friends around
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Cool all the annoying people that would have tried to kill them left
The oddballs are always the best characters
Koala = peak chimera ant
Is that Dr Lee ? Because she looks badass
a nice scar on her face, I want to know more
Does she uses nen ?
Sometimes Togashi bothers me because he introduces very cool background characters that we'll never hear of again
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I LOVE HER
bring her back later TOGASHI
poor Colt, he is very distraught
Yep, you can't do anything, that's how things are
some things are beyond our control
Morel noticed too, he's very emotionally intelligent
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She picked up the signal on her equipment ? Nice
Poor Queen, so delusional
Colt doesn't want to add to her current organs failing one after the other but it's not really a good idea to lie like that. What if she survives
Knuckle is listening intently too
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The queen is really all about birthing like most insect queen who don't have any commanding role actually
but I feel bad for her
she really didn't care about anything else
Colt will have to come to the realization she didn't care (as a mother) about him or even about any other ants lower than the King
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Poor Colt, it must be so hard to have someone you deeply care about, acknowledge to your face they don't care about you at all
It's weird she only cares about one of her sons
What is Morel pondering ?
About Colt ?
Meryem and Meruemu, each translations is different
french translations tend to stick to the pronunciation in hiragana when in reality the /u/ at the end of japanese words is barely hearable
In french it tends to be /ə/ in a parisian accent (the schwa, some kind of eu in french or huh in english I'd say). It's not that in belgian french or quebec french. In other french accents from France like mine I couldn't find what the central neutral vowel was (I'm not a linguist)
It's the same vowel in English apparently, you end your words with a schwa
Enough random facts
THE LIGHT THAT ILLUMINATES ALL
I wonder if it'll scorch the earth or feed the plants
If his name is actually Maryam (an arabic name) his actual name would be the equivalent of Mary
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She died
poor Colt, again
I feel for him
not for the Queen though, I can't see her as just a random animal slave to her instinct
she could have been educated though and maybe choose not to eat a bunch of humans
We finally get a small explanation on why ants can talk
I love how the queens artificial organs make her look like a cyborg
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AWWWW a bebe
my baby now
I wonder if the queen was going to birth more soldiers or go directly to making new royal guards
considering the fact it's small it shouldn't have a lot of power
But also, it has an umbilical cord and only the King actually grew up in the Queen's womb, the rest were separated from the Queens quite early on. I bet the eggs were expulsed when they didn't have a full body plan yet
and even less able to cry and breath
So the only explanation is : this is Meruem's twin
it didn't get much from all the humans the Queen ate
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I'm tearing up
this panel of Colt is soooo good
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They won't Morel
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Everyone is crying
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Damn you Togashi
the happy family flashbacks get me everytime
The mother is still out there searching for her kids
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Kimiko-ko! planned episodes
~ = Needs more
Introduce delinquent girl sooner? When she's been designed?
Update! Since the writer made this on a whim, she had to update the reference sheets! Now you can do better fanart! But since so many people think the bottom of Kimiko-chan's skirt is pleated while mine is even, these will become our new official designs! ........ Just kidding!
Draws a line. Yes it's finished!!!
Meerkats
M Hey look, a giraffe!
K takes pictures
M Hey look, meerkats!
Kimiko throws Mio into meerkat enclosure
M cries Heeelp!
Hanako1
Mio Special
A man going around being aggressive. Cute!!!
I'm a wolf! Wooooo! Mio: wooo
H2
Achoo! Each time she does one it gets bigger until the whole world blows away
H3
Visits Ireland. Ahh the breeze! Until she gets blown away
A lesson about skirts
Alright! Listen up! I have to tell you something. Lifts skirt up. Gets looks. Shorts underneath. Always wear shorts under your skirts girls. So you don't get oggled by perverts like this! Kicks a man underneath her
Mio ep
H4
Crossovers
Area 9: This is another crossover! Meet Taishi and Bomb. Bomb kicks him out of the frame. No, just Bomb!
Lost Land
Time Wanderer
H5
Fanboys, how much do you love me? Rips t-shirt off and shouts I love you!!
Kimiko tries her hand at being a therapist but fails Graduates from a top university Says something simple Huh? That happens? Manager You're actually a complete idiot!!!!!
I'm gonna be a therapist!
Goes to college
Gets a degree
Patient: And when I spend too much time alone I get sad.
Huh? That happens?
You're actually a complete idiot!!!
Mio ep
Teenagers need a lot of sleep! Zzzz... 3 days later wakes up Ahh what a good night!
H6
I spent my entire life on this piece! It's the only thing I ever painted! All day long every day! A picture of Kimiko with a mustache "Ehhhh????!!!"
Tap tap tap tap Taps phone then different people
?
Every time she taps her phone she transforms into a different person
Most boring story ever: Kimiko goes around accomplishing everything instantly
H7
Mio ep
Bug on another bug
Kimiko says to Mio pointing Look, he's cheating!
Stretching
Ahhh!
Ahhh!
5 hours later still stretching
The sea is mine! Hahahaha! Spinning in rubber ring in pool wearing crown
An ad for Kimiko: She's so cute it's illegal!
It's Halloween! It's my only chance to eat junk food! Hahahhah! Explodes in pink
Someone tries to take Mio's money
If you could be a high-schooler does that mean you could be 18? Yes. Smoking
Introducing new character
The haters say this isn't a real manga. What do you mean this isn't a real manga? It's just a crappy webcomic. Look, it's just fluff with no real substance. And also they hate that you're Japanese schoolgirls. Kimiko or Mio enraged
Kimiko giving herself orders Kimiko, stop bossing yourself around! Tilts head in a cute way Oh wait, that's me!
Kimiko holding a street sign
Kimiko and Mio shooting up to space
Brains
Change- From now on Kimiko-ko! will be drawn in this style. (super realistic with scratchy lines)
Just kidding!
M: K, the haters are oggling me!
K dropkicks one
It's not appropriate to talk to some people about certain topics
kimiko lying on a red sofa wearing sunglasses: Let's talk about drugs
Headphones
I got new heaphones
Starts yelling abuse
Takes them off Huh????
Kimiko doing her beautiful singing while a room of haters is throwing junk at her
Say, why does everyone hate my singing but the birds?
Spinning theme park ride, then goes out of control spinning rapidly and non stop
Mio shy laugh I'm not helping.
Someone says something K: So?
Keeps saying thing k always replies with So?
Close up SO???!!!!!!
Episodes where K and co play roles throughout history
Blood, blood, blood
Yay, I got my new headphones! But they were very expensive. What do they do? Hi Kimiko! Starts talking Cool!
Go over to the kitchen and make me some toast.
Ok!
Alchemy
Talking potato
Potato in suit with orange hair on TV: Uh, potato, potato, potato. Potato potato? Potato! Making gestures
Kimiko: turns around Mio, what the hell is this potato talking about?!
Kimiko vibrating when she's excited
This is for the perverts
なんてやらしい!なんてやらしいー!なんてやらしいーー!Kimiko just standing there normally and fully cloathed looking irked
WHAT?!
K and M alternative universe! Twins
I was born a few minutes earlier than you, and so, I will die a few minutes before you. Noooo Mio! (as grandmas)
Cat staring at the ceiling. It's Kimiko sticking her tongue out!
Plane battle
And sworn enemies get into a fight
You ate my fries!
And you killed my goldfish!
This is war!
Clash
Mio lying in a destroyed city
K comes down from the plane
I will pick you up
Shot from below of Kimiko as if she's a savior
Kiss
I love you Mio
I love you Kimiko
Kimiko saves Mio
Flashback!
Bully: You're always so quiet and stuck up! Do you think you're better than us?!
N-no, I-
Hey, you stop right there!
How do you intend to stop me?
Starts making weird moves
That's it, I'm outta here!
Are you ok?
My savior!
Mio: How come no one knows whether we're middle schoolers or high schoolers?
K: Hmmm something is very strange here!
Kimiko behind a line of ghosts
Shivers
This is weird...
Mio, why do you have no body in that character sheet?
Head floats
I'm a ghost!
Cheerleader
Go, go, Kimiko! Kimi Kimi Kimiko! You're the best!
Turns around vainly
I'm the best.
K Once I met a rapist!
M What did you do?
K Oooh, you wouldn't want to know
K Kicking a censored bloody mess
M Wow Kimiko, you're so cool!
Hanako: I admire you!
Look, it's the pervert!
What pervert?
All I see is a pool of blood on the ground.
Hiccups
K hicks
M pat pat
K hick
M pat pat
K BURRRRP
M gets blown away
Kimiko on a scooter-
2D video game style
Knocks over Mio and Hanako
Plays flute and Mio comes out as a ghost
Kimiko, do you want a boyfriend?
Hmm yeah, but he needs to have
Huge list of qualities that touch the ground
You'll never find all that!
What do you do to gropers?
Karate chop!
Guy flies into distance
Kimiko and Mio turn into cats
Cat day out
Mmm this tea is delicious
Mmm this coffee is delicious
Mmm your tail is delicious
Kimiko and Mio go to a club where Hanako is performing
She's rapping
Budumdum ch! Rrrrrr!
A fight breaks out
Karate girl
Kimiko: I'm a karate girl! Hya hya! Wahhh!
Breaks a rock
Mio is behind it
Kicks her
Wahhh!
Sorry Mio!
Speedy driver
Kimiko swerving doing crazy moves
Mio and Hanako Whoo whoo! We love you Kimik-
Wahhhhh! Gets hit
Ah, the flowers are wilted!
Throws them in the bin
Hmm, I think I'll put them back on the window sill!
Kimiko and Mio visit Doomin Valley
But they're delinquents!
Hey hey! You wanna fight with me hey?
Doomins having tea
They flip the table
Doomin sinks them at sea
Doomin: We had to kick them out.
Hanako time!
Alright alright. Listen up
You look at me?
I beat you up.
You say hi? I beat you up.
K Hanako hi!
H Kimikoooo!!!
君の名は
My name is
Ki-mi-ko-ko Ki-mi-ko-ko
Crowd
Mio turned into a gangster
Mio, what happened?
Dunno. Just gimme your money
H That's it. I've decided. My best friend is Mio, not Kimiko.
Mio episodes
Kimiko cuts Mio's hair into a bob, she cries, Kimiko apologizes. ~
Mio turns into a Gundam robot
Aghhhhh!
Pat pat
Picks her up, brings to face
'It's ok.'
Exclusive Mio episode
Joke about naming her Meo because she liked the names Mei and Mio (Mayonaise with her (Mio's) head on it)
Is Mio rich? No, she's completely average! Mio- A little bit. What about you? Oh, I'm rich! No, you're a little bit below average. Cute laugh
Delinquent girl episodes (Hanako)
Intro episode where they run into her (for the first time)
Delinquents Were beating you up!
Kimiko Ahhh no thanks.
You don't have a choice in this you idiot!
Hanako beats them up
Let me be your best friend!
Sorry, my best friend's Mio!
K with M And as I was saying, he totally fell for it!
Huh?
It's the hater
Hanako throws poop at hater
Cops
Hater edition
Hater video games
1 Good: I'm gonna fill the world with chaos and destruction Bad: I will stop you! Kimiko What kind of games do these guys play!
2 Eating a carrot makes you a slut. Then why are you eating a carrot you slut
3 X? If you see a child you are a pedophile, a sexual predator and a- Sees Kimiko Kimiko beats him up
4 Couple being lovey dovey 'You, no you! No you!' THAT's A SIN YOU SLUTS NO IT"S NOT kicks him
5 Hater tries to take pic of kid, Kimiko takes pic of him then beats him up
6 There's something pervy about teens too!
7 It should be illegal to draw a girl with with such a short skirt looks at skirt with arrow Kicks him LOLICON!
Safari
Safari trip!
We see all the animals
Woahhhh
Hanako pretending to be a tree
Do not cross! Or I'll beat you up with my branches!
Hanako, what's gotten into you?
Episode with a talking tree
Kimiko in Wonderland
Pots and pans guiding her along
Kimiko is a geisha samurai
To the people of the future
To the bullies
Crowd jeering
Yeah I'm awesome!
Miss Kimiko, the rope walker
Woah! She's very skilled
Hohoho. I'm glad you like my performance, my dears
Mio takes pictures
I'm your biggest fan!
Mio chan, do you want to try walking the tight rope?
Puts one foot on the rope
Wahhh! Falls
Senpai notice me!
Theres a new girl in school
Mio
K wahhhh!
Follows her around
Takes her shoes, opens the door for her, makes her bentos
You're like my bodyguard!
Flicks hair
Hanako comes along
Hey, you, hey you! You shouldn't be following her around, I should be following you around!
The three are walking in a line k holding ms things and h holding is things
Kimiko the Star Warrior
It's Kimiko! I travel the stars throwing stars at people and fighting the evil planets!
Evil planet comes along
Hoo!
Let's fight!
Star battle
Mio topples in
Her moonshine aura breaks up the battle!
No, Mio, why did you do that?
Sakura
Kimiko playing a flute with sakura in the background
Geishas, Mt Fuji, Hanako?!
Hospital
Hanako Nurse! Nurse!
My heart broke out of my love for Kimiko.
Superhero
K and M are superheroes
M K, I will always be behind you
Dunununununununu Kimiko man!
M Miaow! Miaow miaow!
K shoves Mio and Mio falls
Tea
And so I was saying
Puts tea down
Puts tea down
Mio
Kimiko is a musician
Goes to recording studio
Hanako and Mio are there
Congratulations on your newest album! We're your biggest fans!
M Um, I was wondering if you could sign...
My hair.
Goes off with signature in her hair
Thank you!
Hanako
Can I have your autograph?
No.
Can I have your autograph?
No.
Can I have your autograph?
Shut up girl!!! Punches
Genderbent episodes
Madame Egg intro
MKimiko, what do you think of men?
K I hate men because all they think about is sex. Im never getting a boyfriend!
Head on a man
M Way to go Kimiko!
Sword fight
And so, the battle begins.
Between two sworn enemies.
K I said I want strawberry
M I said I want chocolate
Clang
Cling
About to clash again
Hanako gets in the way
Kimiko, my plaster fell off...
Slaps it on Kimikos face
You can have it! Its my gift! Grin
Introducing Madame and Mr Egg
K and M go on a trip to the sea
Ah, what a fresh breeze!
Bumps into an egg
Huh? I didn't know eggs were so big!
Madame and Mr Egg turn around
Madame Hello dears.
Mio Bites I love eggs!
Mio Kimiko, how do you deal with hate?
I just laugh it off. I'm tougher than that. And I know I'm the cutest!
Kimikos the lollipop lady!
Yes, come through, come through!
Madame Egg topples and falls on Kimiko
Balloon on Kimiko. She detaches from it
whirrrrr. Whirrrr
mio oooh
They do a weird dance
Hanako comes and pecks at the ground
Madame Egg rolls down and crashes on them
Fry pan. Frying an egg with Mio in the middle
Car add. Skids and runs over Hanako
Techno world
The techno wizard is mixing tracks that spread evil
Kimiko looks cyberpunk
She sets off shocks
Lightning
Technowizard turns into lightachu
Be my mommy!
Men
Hi!
I want sex with you.
Ah, no thanks. Slaps and walks off
Boo!
What's that I hear?
Boo!
Thanks!
I know you all love Kimiko.
Dun dun dun dun
Mio as a shark
Look, Kamaku, it's our baby!
Sup
Sniper
Hanako shoots out and hits Kimiko in the head
ボウズ
Kimiko, Mio and Hanako as a gang
Kimiko in car. Flips, spins
Music starts
You spin me right round baby right round
Mio went to war
ended up in hospital
cute ghost comes out of nose zzz
K pop
Kimiko lives in Japan 2. Like Japan but has magic and all haters look like this. Kimiko is a sword fighter. Hanako is a professional gangster. And Mio is Miss Japan. Enjoy our country!
Leaning tower of Piza
Kimiko goes to Africa to find a gemstone
Call Kiara a whore and?
Hater is being punched into the sky
Isekai
Mahoushoujou
Hanako every day is the same sitting on bench smoking cigarette dog jumps onto face
Pocky
I got pocky!
Sticks into Mio's eyes
Wahhhh!
Zelda parody
Kimiko Princess of the cherry blossoms flute. Wears regal kimono
Samurai Mio Princess Kimiko, there is a dragon ravaging our lands. I come from afar. I offer you the magical incense to defeat the dragon.
K Samurai Mio, I thank you for the incense.
Hanako the wizard appears, uses わたくし and acts very mysterious and mature. Has a starry cone on her head and a blue robe
Turns Mio into a frog
K You tricked me!
H Hahahahaha! That's what you get for being so gullible!
Well how would you like it if I opened up a packet of your favorite snacks!
Noooo don't eat them!
K eats slowly
H That's it! Take her! And give me those snacks!
Turns M back, wolfs down the snacks
K Hands in sleeves Now will you help me defeat the dragon with the magical insense? I'll give you more snacks!
H love hearts in eyes Yes please!
Clouds and rocks
D Fool! You think I should stop ravaging the lands? How stupid can you be?
Fidgets
I'm on my period.
K M H A WOMAN?!
H She has a man's voice...
Now you will pay for bothering me when I'm narky! Take this!
Battle scene ensues
H pant pant pant
Dragon pant pant pant
H Stomach growls
K Hanako, how can you get hungry at a time like this?!
H Like I can control it!
Wahhh!
Dragon hits them with her tail
Now you're finished!
D's stomach Growl
K Here, why don't we have some snacks?
Everyone is having a disco party
Kimiko the late schoolgirl EvanKimiko
I'm late I'm late late!
Toast in mouth
Bumps into Mio
Both Out of my way!
Madame Egg shows up in the car park on a motorbike
Class Woah
ME Takes off sunglasses
Comes in I'm your new teacher.
Woah, she's so cool
Madame Egg Class, today we have a new student
Mio walks in
Both Points It's you!
Mio, sit behind Kimiko please.
Class in session
Mio blows thrpugh a straw and hits K in head
Ow!
K Grrrr....
The tension is rising.
M hits her again
and again
and again and again and again and again-
K Stands up That's it, I'm ruining your life!
Giant Eva's head appears
Eats the school
My Robot Mio
Here, I stole Hanako's crisps, eat some!
Eats
M Malfunction! Malfunction!
Goes on a rampage
Beats Hanako into the ground
Cracks Madame and Mr Egg wide open
K Stop! You'll have to get through me!
M shoots her through the chest
Kimiko is lying down, M just goes over to her
M Oh no, what have I done!
K just sits up, makes a heart sign with her hands Kyun!
M Heart comes out of chest, explodes
Sonic
Wrestling K vs M
TV keeps repeating itself
And now we introduce to you, The Lost Land!
Aota Grins Bye Nima!
Hey!
K doing the Levan Polka
Slaps everyone in the face
Accidentaly slaps herself in the face
K International Woman of Mystery
Dancing dressed as Austin Powers
Mio Hearts in Eyes
K Standing over M with hand on wall
K Yeah baby!
Hanako joins the bousouzoku
Aliens
Detective Kimiko Part 1
Mr Egg was cracked!
K Don't worry, Detective Kimiko can help!
Did they kill him with a sword, a knife or a melon?
Melon!
Smashes lemon
So, in Britain, apparently you can't take a selfie in a polling station.
K Cheese!
Cooking with Mio
Ping pong
K ping ponging with M's head
Further storyline
Hair dye
Mio K, why don't you dye your hair a different color?
K Ok!
GOTH KIMIKO
High quality
Long cowboy episode
Kimiko arrives in South Korea
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74: Super Water Polo
It's a good thing that apparently Klickitat Street played water polo in high school, because neither Bea nor anyone else seems to know a thing about it. It was a little difficult getting her to even choose the game, but #84, Make Your Promise, has a 'lock' symbol, indicating it can't be played until this one is started.
HNV: I've never been so hopeful to see tapeworms. I KNOW tapeworms.
"Tapeworms? What about the tapew- OHhhhhhh yeah there's gonna be those, huh. John, you'll like this part, I think"
john_brown: you have my undivided attention.
"Ok Klickit let me know what's up here, this is the kind of sport I wasn't sure really existed, like badminton"
aroseahorseboy: this is GOODminton Klickitat_Street: Here's the short version: arrange all your guys in a figure eight in the water. It's like soccer or hockey but it's harder to move, basically.
When the game begins, seven kids on each side take their places in the pool-- and they definitely appear to be kids, and are credited with names like Pee-Wee and Junior. To Bea's surprise, though, the game seems to play without any input from her.
"I'm, I'm sure winning here! Guess I'm just naturally really good at this, yup.. what the hell, seriously. Hey, HEY!! Let me rearrange my team or drop a depth charge!" The only input she can give is the start button, which lets her stop the game, choose one of the players, and exchange them with someone else on the bench.
Baconnaise: Is that Sportacus TaichouSenseiKun: Is that one a Spanunko? Klickitat_Street: ...They went to all the trouble of making an H20 Polo game... and you're the referee??? Glockroach: Is that a tapeworm in your lower intestines or are you just happy to see me HNV: My god, that's the point of the game, isn't it? No Spanunkos allowed in the pool!
"I guess they don't do water polo.." Bea shrugs. "You'll know one when you see them, don't give up hope yet guys!"
john_brown: i am afraid to ask what a Spanunko is or wait. shit. is that that Nimmo monster? are those in this??? normalnancy asked me what one was and i spent like an hour looking it up. she never told me what it was for!
"Yeah! We've seen them a bunch of times now and there's worms that show up in several games.."
pigbarrel: could you date one in the dating sim game or am I only dreaming Syrupentine: He wasn't one in the game but yeah! Woody was one in that street-crossing game! john_brown: syrup I will hold you to your promise to make those recap videos
The object of the game is now a bit clearer: keep the spanunkos out of the water for as long as you can. If a healthy kid sits between two of them on the bench, he becomes one himself, so it's actually more of a puzzle game where you try to keep the infection contained.
DueyDecimal: ...Now that we've figured out what's happening this is suddenly a lot more boring.
"Just as well, there's probably a lotta worms in the pool already so let's just move on" She makes sure to show John some Spanunkos before she moves on!
ButterflyDefect: Ugh, dammit bea john_brown: they are not as alarming as Nancy made them sound HNV: It's okay, what you really came for is coming up What do you know about... BOX BABY
"NO, I wanna play anything else! Wait there's not another one already, is there??" She checks the list again. There are six games left she hasn't played, including Death Master 2, Party On Planet Of Pisces, and the still-locked Make Your Promise.
Syrupentine: I'm hesitant, we've been burned by Planet of Pisces before...
"Never thought I'd miss the guy named Death Master but you know what, I think we need to pay our old pal a visit for comfort in these trying times! I miss his mustache, don't you!"
pigbarrel: oh i wasn't here for that one. I can't wait til we can master some high level death TaichouSenseiKun: Low level death includes stuff like plants, next level up is pets, then you get people
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