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MONKIE KID SEASON 3 EP 6 TIME BABBYYYY
OH GOSH OH GOSH OHGOSHGSDNAF I READ THE TITLE AND ADRENALINE KICKED IN HOOO BOY BREATHINGI BTREATHE BREATHE BRETHEBABTMA;OWE
K I’ve been avoiding spoilers like the plague and I gotta like, recenter myself here, I am not at all emotionally prepared for this ep THIS IS THE RED SON EP, FINALLY MORE OF MAH BOYYY THE MAAAN IT HEEEE
OKAY OKAY, FR PRESSING PLAY NOW YUP, I’M TOTALLY CALM HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Gosh the intro has no right being this pretty
First freaking frame and I’m already going bonkers lOOK AT THAT BACKGROUND THO
“Dumb Macaque—“
Thats it I’ve decided this is my favourite beginning to an episode ever, nothing else competes, than Mei calling Macaque dumb, BEST START 10/10 I’M GRABBING—
I CAN’T EVEN TYPE RN CAUSE I’M STARTING TO THINK ABOUT RED SON N THE DBK FAM AND HOW THEY’RE GONNA SHOW UP MY MIND IS WHIRLING DOING BACKFLIPS I’M SCREAMING SO LOUDLY
SOBBING
SOBBING AT MEI AND MK
THE
SANDY
SANDY I’M SOBBING U GUYS HE’S CARRYING THEM I’M CRYING ;A;
HAVING THE WATER GUY WALK YOU THROUGH A DESERT IS SUCH A BAD IDEA I’M CRYING AND SO CONCENRED PLEASE SOBS CRIES YELLS
SANDY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
THEY NOOOO
THE CREW
MY GUYS
BELOVEDD
SCERAMS
SCREAMED
SCERAMED
SCREAMED RIGH TTHERE THAT’S A FOOT
THAT
RED
RED SON RED SONRENGBA;FAMW;OF
NOOODLE BOY
NOODHGL;;AWOE
NYOOODLEBOYYY….
I’M
THE W
HELP
HEBG;SLDKFM;AWOE
I’M
H
H
HEY
HEYGBSD;FA;WEO
SCREAMIGNSBDAF;AWEMF
ITS HIM ITS HIM ITS IM HIGMFWE
THE WAY HE SAID THAT HE’S SGBJSFM;AOWFH
GUYS I’M HOLY CRAP
HIS SCAR
HIS GLASSES
IT HE
HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL
I’M SOBBIGG WHAT ARE YOU DOING DRIVING AROUND IN THE DESERT AND STUMBLING ACROSS PASSED OUT NYOODLEBOYS BGSDKFM;AWE
NO BUT FR I THOUGHT THEY’D LIKE STUMBLE ACROSS THE HOUSE
NOT RED SON LITERALLY RESCUING THEM FROM CERTAIN DEATH AND TAKING THEM HOME LIKE LOST PUPPIES PLS I’M SOBBINGBSF;LAWMFE
CRYING LOOK AT HIM
LOOK AT HIM AT THE TABLE
THAT TRANSITION WAS SO GOOD I’M CRYING
HE REALLY JUST BRINGS THEM INTO HIS HOME AND GETS THEM FOOD AND WATER HUH HE REALLY DID THTA BGNSD;LKAFMAWE
CRYING AT THE WAY HE’S LOOKING AT THEM RN GB;LSDAFMAW;OE SOBBING FACEDOWN ON THE FLOROBGLDSFMAWE
MK KISSING THE GLASS
“UR WEELLCOMMEEEE BY THE WAAAY.” HINT HINT THANK ME PESANTS
WHY IS MK ONLY DRINKING WATER N NOT EATINGBGFLKSDFM;AWEF
THAT’S THE FIRST TIME SHE HASN’T CALLED HIM “BOY”
THANKS RED BOY, YOU DA MAN
I LOVE MEI SO MUCH GBDSLKFMAWEO SOBBINGGB;FMOAWE
HTEY’RE JSUT RIGHT AT HOME WITH HIM IT’S SO FUNNY HOW RELAXED THEY ARE WITH HIM I’M CRYINGF;AEF
HE’S EVERYTYING TO MEEEEEE THERE HE ISSSSS ITS RED BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Red Son: I should have left you on that street corner where you were standing
The Mk crew: BUTCHA DIDN’T—
GBSDL;KAFMAWE YUP YUP THAT’S MK ALRIGHT, THAT’S HIM, DW RED SON HE DEOS THIS IN MEI’S HOUSE TOO UR NOT SPECIALGBS;DLFMAOGNAWEF
RED SON’S FACE WHEN HE LOOKS AT MK THROUGH THE DOOR
IT HEEEEEEE BG;SLADFM;GH;OIAFMI;AEW SCREAMING CRYING FALLING ON THE FLOOR
UR NEW CRIP IT TOOOOIIGHHHTTT I’M CRYIGNBFH;LAWFM
IT REALLY IS THO IT LOOKS SO FLY AND EVIL I LOVE THIS FOR HTEM
NICE ACOUSTICS
ME
ME THO
YEAH
GB;ASLKFMAOWEMFA MK THE TRAPBSDFJM;AOA
SNATCHED
YOINKED
SAVED
THROWS HIM
INTO
THE CHAIR
I’M CRYINGDFLJ;AMOIAWFJO;AWMF
THE WAY
THE WAY MEI AND SANDY SWAP SPOTS WHNE EH TROWSN MK THROUGH THEMGBDSL;KFMAOGHEWF
“YOU THREE AREN’T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE”
bruh u brough them into ur house— BGLK;AWMFWAEO HIS PARENTS WHEN ARE THEY GONNA FIND OUT RIGHT HERE?? DBK ?? WHO KNOWS
OKAY OKAY GONNA KEEP GOING I LOVE RED SON SO MCUH
I KEEP PUASING TO JUST LOOK AT HIS FACE AND APPRECIATE THE ANIMATION I’M SOBBBBBIINNNGGGG
MAN DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING BGSF;MOAIWGMO;AWEIFH
(they were dying of heatstroke)
ALSO RED SON IN FULL JAKET LAYERS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERTBGSLDF;GHWEOF
YOUR PATHETIC MEANINGLESS LIVES HE’S SO STUPID IL OVE HIM SO MUCH U GUYS HAVE NO IDEA I’M CRYING SOBBING WIALING
MK HAINDING HIM THE CUPPELNHG;HF;OSAIGFMAWOFE
LOOK AT HIM TRY AND BE THREATENING BY BREAKING A CUP OF WATER I LOVEG;LSMN;OAGHWE
YOUR WISH IS OUR DEMAND
I LOVE HIM UR HONOUR
TAKES OFF HIS GLASSES
OH MY GOODNESS
RED SON WITHOTU GLASSES REAL
Red Son: what were you doin dying out in the middle of nowhere anyways
Mei: u are bestie so i will tell u all
BGLS;KAFM;GHOAWEF CRYINGAFAWE
THE FACT THAT THERE’S LIKE, TWO BIG CHARIS AT EITHER END AND THEN A BUCNH OF SMALL MEANING RED SON ALWAYS SITS ON THE SIDE IN THE SMALL CHAIRS BY HIMSE—DBK
DBK
GBSD;LFKAOWOEFM DBK ARRVIALGBSD;LKFA;GHAWE
THROGH THE LAVA
WHAT AN ENTERENCE
DRAMA RUNS IN THE FAMILYGB;F;MAOWEF
HTERE HE ISSSS
THE MAN
HG;LKSDKFMS;D THEIR FACESSSSSSSSSSS
LOOK AT HIS HAIR
MKBGSD;LKFM;AOHIAOWMAE MK
I’m never recovering from that line, never. never ever, i’m gone, i’ve left I’m dead MEI AND MK CALLING HIMTGBJLGBA;LOWIGFAWEMF
WE STILL COOL, RIGHT?
CRYGINGNLSDMAO;GBOIAFMAWE
DROPS A LEG ON THE TABLE
I’M SCREAMIGNLFNN;OAFIMWEF
FOUND THE MEAT ON THE TABLEBG;LSDKMF;OAGHOAWE
I WAS WONDERING GBS;LKFM;AOGIO;AWFEMWAEF
RED SON DAMAGE CONTROL TIME DAMAGE CONTROL TIME MAYDAY PARETNS HOME EARLY
HE REALLY DID BRING HIS FRIENDS OVER TO HANG OUT THINKING HIS PARENTS WOULD BE OUT LONGER I’M CRYINGNSDALFKAFWE
SANDY’S FACE WHEN LOOKING AT THE LEG BGBGSK;DFMOAWEF I AM CONCERN
THEIR FACES WHEN PIF COMES IN
I’M BGSDLMFANH;AIOWFMAW;OGH;AOWIEF
SANDY LOOKS SO SAD ;A;
SANDY DOESN’T HAVE HIS THERAPY CAT ;A;
WORLDS MOST AWKWARD FAMILY DINNER
WHEN U CAME OVER TO UR FRIENDS HOUSE AND THE PARENTS TAHT DON’T LIKE YOU GET BACK EARLY AND THEY AGRESSIVELY INVITE YOU TO DINNER
IT’S THE FACT THAT THEY HVEN’T KICKED THEM OUT YET I’M GBS;DLKFMAEW
THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN THE DBK FAM AND THE MK CREW IS EVERYTHING TO ME RN THEY’RE SO GBSD;LKM;HOAWIFMAWFE
HOW SMALL SANDY LOOKS RN COMPARED TO THEM I’M YELLINGBL;SDMOAWEF
THE THINLY VEILD THREATS BEGINNNNNN
THIS IS DINNER WITH IN-LAWS BGLS;KMAWOIEF
THE WATERGBDF;MIGOHOIWEMFAEF
RED SON JUST LETTING THEM KNOW
THEY SEEM ON BETTER TERMS NOW
MK’S HARIGBSDLK;FM;OGHOIEF
MK AND MEI’S HAIR BELOVEDSSSSS
oh man
MORONIC QUEST BG;LFKMWAOEF
WOW SEVERE
It’s very interesting to me how when DBK puts his fists on the table he doesn’t even like, shake the table. that was like a calm put down. MAN’S CHILLED OUT?? ALSO I DUNNO I’M JUST GONNA BE THINKING ABOTU THAT FOREVER
THE EXCHANGE OF LOOKS
THE SAD LOOKS???
HELLO????
WHAT A GREAT WAY TO SHOW HOW LITTLE MONKEY KING ACTUALLY TELLS THEMBGSDLK;FN;GHOIEMFOWFE
ALRIGHT LORE TIME GIMME
“Typical Sun Wukong” YEAH, MONKEYS GOT ISSUES BGKSADFMOAWEJFI
IT’S SO CHILL THOOOO
THIS WHOLE THING IS SO CHILLLLLLL
LIKE, EVEN WHEN THEY’RE LIKE, TENSE, THEY’RE STILL NOT ANGRY AT THE CREW?? THEY’RE ACTUALLY BEING REALLY NICE???? I’M CRYING??
“well if you guys know so much why don’t yOU TELL US”
YEEAAHHH INFO TIMEEEEE
RED SON???
HELLO
FIRST OF ALL SCREAMING CUASE HECK YEAH HE WOULD MAKE A WEAPON THAT OCULD DESTROY THE WHOLE WROLD OF COURSE HE WOULD
HE LOOKS SUPRISED THOUGH, WHY DOES HE LOOK SO STARTLED WHY DOES HE LOOK SO SBGL;JDSGNM;AGBAWOIEFMNO;AG;AWESCREAMINGFGLKSMFWE
KNOCKED OFF HIS CHAIR
HE SOUNDS LIKE HE DOESN’T KNOW????? HELLO?????????
BABY RED SONNNNNNN FLASHBACK I’M SOBBGIM I’M CRYING I’M ON THE FLORHBGDSLMAOWE
HOOOO
HOOOLLLLLD UP
HOLLLDDD UP OH MY GBSDJ;LKFM;GOIAWEF
OHH OH OHOHGLSDMFSO;GRE
OPHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO
OHOHOH
OH
OH
OH
HECK
HECKGB;DLSJNOAWE
HECK
THE
HECK
THE
HECK
SHUT UP THE ANIMATIONNNN
WOW
W O W
I’M SCREAMING
FIRE RED SON
FIRE RED SON
SCREAMIING SO LOUDLY YOU HAV ENO IDEA RN
FLASHBACK DBK IS A LAD
HE IS AN ABOSLUTE LAD
OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY THAT’S
THAT’S A LOT
THAT’S A LOT OT TAKE IN HI
HI
HOLY CRAP
JTTW CREW?????
NEZA???????
WU7KONG??????
HELOO???????
I’M SCREMAING???
IT’S A BABY
I’M LSOING MY MINDBLKSDANIL;AGEWAFWAE
WHAT
WHAT
“Our bodies were deemed the most likely to survived” WHAT THE CRAP DO YOU MEANNNNNNNNNN
CRYING?????
KAY FIRST OF ALL
UM
THE FACT THAT BODIES DEEMED MOST LIKELY TO SURVIVE AND WUKONG’S ONE HUGE WEAKNESS HAS CONSISTANTLY BEEN FIRE????
I’M CRYING
OVER THE FACT THAT HE DOESN’T EVEN TRY TO CATCH THE RING
HE JUST LETS IT HIT THE GROUND AND GOES TO CATCH HIS SON I’M SOBBING
DAD DBK EVERYONE I’M CRYINGBSALFKAWMEF
WHY DOES WUKONG LOOK AT HIM LIKE THAT WHY IS HE LOOKING AT THEM LIKE THAT SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I’M LOSING MY ACTUAL MIND RIGHT NOW MY SANITY IS SLIPPING AWAY OH MY GODSBG;LSDAKFMAWOEFH
RED SON HAD NO IDEA
MANS LOOKING MORE SHOCKED AND ENAMOURED THAN THE REST OF THEM AS DBK TELLS THIS STORY
THAT THING
THAT FRAME
WITH THE
RED SON
N HIS LI’LL FIRE
AND THEN MEI
RIGHT BEHIND IT
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SYA MONKIE KID
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY HUH
I’M SCREAMING
THE
THE WAY MK PULLS RED SON INTO THE GROUP I’M SOBBING
HE’S TRYING TO PEP TALK EM
RIGHT UNDER HIS NOSE THE WHOLE ITME ARE YOU KIDDING ME ARE YOU KIDDING ME ARE YOU KIDDING ME GBASD;LKFM;OGHAIEWFMO
THAT THEY
THE BAKING SHOWGSDLA;FMAWOE
THEY’RE SO SUTPID I’M BGSL;KAMAW THEY THEM I’M HITTING HT FLOOR FLIPPING TABLES SCREAMIGNASDFLJ;GAIJWEFEW UI’M CRYING YEAH JUST PUT ULTIMATE POWER AND USE IT AS A NOSE RING, POWER MOVE HONESTLY
THE FACT THEY FOUND IT INSTANTLY IS ENDING ME HOW DID THEY KNOWSBDNL;KFMA;OGNAWEF
ARE THEY JUST DRAWN TO THE PWOER?? HEKCINGGSDB;JFAWEF
MEI THO PLS WHAT’S GOING ON WITH MEI I SWEAR IF SHE SNATCHES IT I’M GONNA LOSE MY FREAKING MIND
THEY BOTH SAW THAT
RED GREEN AND BLUE CALLED IT
BUT SHUT UP THEY BOTH SAW IT
EVERY TIEM SOMEONE TOUCHES HER I SWEAR
WHY CAN THEY SEE THIS WHAT DOES THIS MEAN
I DON’T WANNA BE RIGHT GO BACK GO BACK
NO
NO NONO SOBBING
NOOOOOOOOO
SCREAMING
I’M
WHAT DO YOU MEAN
THE WAY THEY BOTH SAW IT
AND WERE BOTH STARTLED AND EVEN AFRAID OF IT
THIS IS THE SECOND TIME MEI HAS SEEN THIS
MEI GETTING CONSUMED BY THE FIRE OF SAMADHI REAL I GUESS HUH WOW THAT’S ONE THEORY I DIDN’T WNAT TO BE CRORECT BUT HERE WE ARE
Okay so I got like, swirling nonsense in my head trying to tie them together n all these theories i can’t even begin to brain correctly rn i’m screaming too loudly thanks oh my gods the animation of the fire shut up shut up shut up
they’re not even gonna address this.
they’re not even gonna bring it up
they’re not gonna bring it up
they’re gonna just not bring it up YOU BOTH SAW THAT AND YOU’RE JUST GONNA BREEZE PAST IT I’M LOSING MY FREAKNG MIND Y’ALL I’M BITING EVERYHI9NG IN SIGHT I’M BREKING THE WALL I’M FLIPPING TABLES AND SCREAMIGNSD;HIOAWEFMOAWEF
I KEEP TRYING TO PLAY THE NEXT PART BUT I CAN’T EVEN MOVE ON FROM THIS IT’S TOO FREAKING INTENSE MY BRIAN IS WHIRLING HOW DO I TALK ABOUT MK MAKING THE SLEEPOVER “IT’S GETTING DARK OUT PLS INVITE US TO STAY” WHEN I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOTU MEI ON FREAKIGN FIRE
SANDY SUPPORTINGBFD;LKSMA;FOWEF
THEY JUST HAPPEN TO HAVE THREE SPARE BEDS
THE WAY MK’S UNDER THE COVERS
MEI’S PLUSHIE
RED SON HAIR DOWN RED SON PYJAMAS I’M GOING FERAL I’M BTING THIS LOOK AT HIM HE’S GB;SDLJN;AGHAEIWFJAW;OEF NO GLASSES HAIR DOWN RED SON REAL I’M YELLING;SAB;LJAGWOEFH;AEOIFAWMEF
I’M FINE
“Will that be ALL then.”
“Its a bit cold—“
I’M CRYIGNSDGA;HLFMFAWEF
GEE THAT’D BE SWELL
THAT’D BE SWELL FRIEND
I’M CRYINGABHFAL;WE
HOW DO YOU SAY NO TO THAT
HJE WAS BEING SARCASTIC HOW DO YOU SAY NO TO THAT LOOK AT HIM
RED SON CLUTCHING HIS CHESTBG;LKSADMGSGHIOWAEFMAWE
HE’S SO
HE’S SO
GSDFKMAIWE;OF
EVERYTHING
MK IS EVERYTHING
“THANK UUU”
HE’S JUST SO LOVELY YOU GUYS I’M CRYING
RED SON’S ROCK MUSIC AND SLAMMING THE DOORBG;LKMF;OAFHOIAWEF
AIGHT HEIST TIME
TIME TO STEAL A NOSE RING
WHAT DO YO9U MEAN LIKE THE JERK HE ISSSGBSD;LKFM;AWOE
MONKEY KING PROBABLY HAS HIS STASHED SOMEWHERE MK PLEASEBGL;KASM;FOWEF
THE FACT MEI CALLS RED SON RED BOY AND MR. MK MONKIE KID MONKEY MAN IS EVERYTHING TO ME
STOP THE PICTURE OF SLEEPING DBK IN A ONSIE
I’M DYJINGBDSFL;KAMWOEF
THEY’RE STRAIGHT UP GONNA STEAL FROM THE FAMILY THAT LET THEM STAY AND NOT DIE OUT IN THE DESERT HUH GSD;LKFM;GAOWIEFMAWE
Mk’s artistic rendition of how this is gonna go down is one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever seen
SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD PLAN MK
FLAWLESS
AND THERE THEY GO
A YES THE TRAPS
LOOK THEM GO
I SEE THEY FOUND RED SON’S WORK SHOP GB;SDLKMFN;AOHG;AIOWFMWAEOF
I’M CRYINGBGL;KSDMFOAWEF
You think Red Son keeps building things all the time cause he feels like there’s something missing so he keeps trying to build it /hj
GB;ALWEFM;WOEF OKAY ANYWAYY MOVING ON
MEI READY TO KICK THE BUCKET
SANDY YOU CAN’T FIT
SANDY SANDY NO GB;SLDAKMAOWFE
SUNGLASSES
BG;LASKMFAWOEIFMW
HE ACTUALLY GOT THE WARM MILK AND THE BLANKET
HE GOT THE WARM MILK AND THE BLANKET FOR MK I’M CRYING BGLJKM;OA;HOIAEMF
HOW COULD U SAY NO TO THAT FACE I’M RIGHT
RED SON IS SWEET ACTUALLY AND VERY HOSPITABLE I’M CRYINGBFG;LAMWAWHOEF
I THINK IT’ D BE REALLY FUNNY IF THEY TOLD HIM THEY JUST WANTED TO APPECIATE HIS INVENTIONS OS HE LETS THEM IN AND THEN THEY STEAL ITBGLK;SMA;AOWEF
GUYS PLEASE
DID YOU JUST PUNCH THE POOR GUY IN THE FACE???
MEI??????
MEI PLEASE HE WAS GETTING MK WARM MILK AND A BLANKET WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO HIMGBSDJ;LKFM;OHQOWDFWE
STRAIGHT UP KNOCKED THE MAN OUT I’M CRYINGBSDF;LKFMA;OWEFIMAFE
we’re not gonna comment on the dbk frame thanks moving on— G;LKAEMWF
MK WHY ARE YOU DOING THISGNSLKDFMA;OAMWEF
BUTT ROPE
BRUHHH
HE REALLY JUST RIPPED IT OUT
MK NG;LKSDAFM;OG;AOIMFWAFE
OH NOOOGBSDL;FMAWOE
COME ON MAN YOU HAVE TRANSFORMATIONSNGSDLKFMAWEOF
CAGUTH
WHATS THE PLAN HERE BRO
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS EVERYTHIGN TO ME
NGSAL;DKFMAWEO MEIG;LSKMFAOWEF
LOOK AT
HEY
WHAT
WHAAATTTT
SHE REALLY JUST PULLED AN MK
SHE REALLY CAN JUST DO THAT HUH
MEI REALLY DOES JUST WATCH SOMEBODY DO IT AND THEN IMMEDEATELY COPY THEM HUH
DBK BGSDLK;FMAWOEF
HE LOOKS WEIRD WITHOUT HIS NOSE RING HE LOOKS WEIRD BG;SLDKFMAWOE
Pif hair down
nice
THE FACT THEY KEEP SAYING “Monkey king has doomed us all”
WE GOT A “perhaps” THIS TIME THOUGH WE GOT A PERHAPS
ALSO MY GOSH POOR RED SON. THE MAN RESCUES THEM, INVITES THEM INTO HIS HOME, GIVES THEM FOOD, BEDS, WARM MILK N BLANKETS AND THEY KNOCK HIM OUT AND STEAL HIS CAR BGSLK;DFM;JIOAGHAWIEOF
Is that Mei’s plushie? MEI YOU LOST YOUR PLUSHIE
HE’S LAYING FLAT ON THE FLOOR AND MEI FORGOT HER PLUSHY
also just appreciating the workshop rn
AH HE DOES GET A FLASHBACK O FTHE VISON CALLED IT CALLED IT BG;SDMNF;OAIWMFEW
HOLY CRAP
WELL THEY DID IT
THE WAY THAT MEI STARES AT IT
I AM UNBELIEVABLY CONCERNED
IS SHE JUST DRAWN TO IT???
WHY???
IS SHE ONE OF THEM???
I’M SCREAMING???
DEAR GOSH
DID SHE JUST LAUCNH MK INTO THE—
YEEEAAAHHHHHHHHH
YYYEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
PLEASE PLEASEPLASE
OH MY GODS I DIDN’T REALIZED HOW MUCH I MISSED THE OHTER HALF O F THE CREW I’M GONNA START SOBBING
NO CONCERN FOR THE MAN WHO JUST SLAMMED INTO THE WINDSHIELD FROM TANG
PIGSY’S CONCERNED
NOT TANG BGLSD;KMF;AOWEF
MO PIGSY
TANGY
LEGOOOOOO
AND NO REUNION HE’S RIGHT BACK TO MEDITATING
AND THE FACT PIGSY’S PASSED OUT ON THE BED TELLS ME HE’S BEEN DRIVING THE ENTIRE TIME WHICH I’M CHOSING TO HAVE MEAN TANG AMND MONKEY KING CANNOT DRIVE THANKS BG;JLKSAMFNOBGOAIWFMOWAE I MEAN WE KNOW TANG CAN’T DRIVE BUT BGLKAD;SFM;OAWEFM
I WANTED A HUG BUT THAT’S OKAY
THE WAY SHE KEEPS STARING AT IT
AARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAGHSFSDLAHHHGGRARRGTGRRRGGRGRGGDJSFKAJSHDFLKJHAW;EFM;OAWEF
MAN YEAH STARING AT IT MAKES SENSE CONSIDERING THAT WHOLE SITUATION OF THE VISIONS OF WHATEVER THE HECK THAT IS OF HER BEING CONSUMED BY THE FIRE AND SOME KINDA CREATURE VIBE YEAH NOT CONCERNING AT ALL MEI YOU IDIOT TELL SOMEBODY
we love the fact that literally no one in this show communicates.
EVERYTHING WOULD BE SOLVED WITHIN THRITY SECONDS IF EVEYRONE JUST SLAPPED DOWN ON THE TABLE AND SAID HERES WHAT I KNOW BUT NOOO
MK NO COMUNICATATE
MONKEY KING NO COMUNICATE
SANDY NO COMUNCIATE
TANG NO COMUNCIATE
PIGSY NO COMUNCIATE
MACAQUE NO COMUNCIATE
THEY’RE ALL IDIOTSGBSLA;JKFM;OAGHOAWEF
Okay only thing I didn’t like about this episode was the fact that we didn’t get any monkey king dialogue at the end. had everyone talk but him it feels really empty that way just a “oH hi kid, you’re back!” woulda been great but it jsut feels like there’s a big something missing from that ending cause we didn’t get anything from him for me but WOW
OKAY SO THAT’S A WHOLE LOT TO UNPACK DEAR GOSH I’M REELING
I’M
WHAT DO I EVEN DO WITH MYSELF AFTER THIS
MEI
RED SON
I’M SOBBING WE GOT RED SON CONTENT FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SES 2 SPECIAL I MISS HIM ALREADY
I’M SO HAPPY THO CAUSE THERE WAS ONE MORE CLIP OF RED SON IN THE TRAILER THAT WASN’T IN THIS EP WHICH MEANS HE SHOWS UP AGAIN IN ANOTHER EPISODE I’M SO FREAKING H APPY I’M GONNA SOB
WOW I GOTTA FIGURE OUT HOW I’M GONNA RECOVER FROM THAT GODSPEED FAREWELL I’M DEAD AND SOBBINGBSDF;LJAMWOEF
#knox reacts#Monkie Kid#LEGO Monkie Kid#WOWOWOWOWOOWOWW#THAT WAS A LOT THAT WAS A LOT THAT WAS A LOT I'M LSOING MY MIND IT FEEL SLIKE MMY HEART IS GONNA CLAW ITS WAY OUTTA MY CHEST AND START RUNNI#RUNNIGN AROUND I'M GBS;LJKFMAOWEFJA#SOBBING FACEDOWN ON THE FLOOR
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SPLATOON 3 DIRECT my thoughts n stuff :]
ok so obviously spoilers kjdfhgkjd i have Many Thoughts so i am gonna put everything under a readmore!
i am so eXCITED to walk around splatsvilllee!!!!!!!!! it's so much bigger n feels more Lived In!!!
n i'm guessing the music playing in the first part of the video is what's gonna play in thee tutorial? w how the music builds up and everythingg and it's of the main songg n stuuff just like how it is in the first two games!
i Need this emote
the new ink refill sprite thingy is super neat!!! a lil on the fence abt how it loooks but! i like that it shows that u get ink faster when swimming in ink!!
tHE STAGESSSS ARE SO COOOOOOLL i especially lOVE that including hammerhead bridge gives us an explanation as to hOW exactly we're transported to and from splat1 and splat2 stages -w- also it's so cool to see it finished!!! i haven't played splat1 nearly as much as splat2 but i'm happy that that stage is coming back -w- aND FLOUDER HEIGHTS IN THE UPDATE TOO also i lOVE the detail of the NILS statue being in the bg but u can't see it in the eng ver of the direct bc of the name covering it but u can see it in the japanese direct dhkdjfgs
mahi-mahi is nice too!!!!! i really liked that stage in splat1 :D and it looks so much better skjhdfgd and i am also wondering abt tHIS badboy history museum lookin stage in the updates >:3c
hello i Love the new flat clipart look of the weapons in the ui???? shown a lot better heree, i really hope that they make weapon wallpapers in splatnet 3 >:] it would also be nice if they added other ways to get wallpapers other than lifetime inkage :c
honestly idk how i feel abt the splatanas but i'm happy for the more melee leaning players out there -w-
the tacticooler is so cool ;;; i love the lil jingle it plays when you deploy it n when you take a cann ;; also the bit showing it off has some new voice clips for the players!!! which is super cute -w-
i lOVE the design of the wave breaker ;; it's that lil ball string cheap toy thing i think, plus i think the concept is super cool tooo!!! very fun special -w-
the reef slider looks cool!! not my kind of special thoughh, it's like a cross between a baller and a curling bomb hskjdfg
I AM SO HAPPY THEY'RE BRINGING THE TENTA MISSILES BACKKK AHHAHHAHAHHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
i actually really love the new weapon currency?? it's super clever n i love that you can get weapons early!! dualie squelchers my beloved skjhdfgd n by how the freshness stars look and work i don't think that the freshness goes down when you lose a bunch now like how they did in splat 2! :0 which is really nice -w- when checking the splat website for extra details it looks like there are different kinds of liscences too! :0 bc having splatoon 2 save data grants you 3 gold sheldon liscences so that should meann that the ones on the screen rn are silverr? maybe tin n then there's bronze n silver? idk???
the music that plays in sheldon's shop is really nice ;-;
the new shopkeepers are pretty neat too -w- i don't have very many thoughts abt them :c except for mr coco he sounds so silly i love him dskjhdfg
also mURCH????????????????????????????????????????????????
and you can change the primary ability now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! which is pretty neat! i was wondering why the splatnet3 shop offered exclusive clothing now kjshdd i also really like that they did that! gives players a lil more incentive to use the app but still not make it essential to the game n stuff yknow -w-
the new freshest fits thing is really nice!! esp for people without amiibos dskjhdfg i'm glad they added that -w-
tHE NEW LOBBY UI IS SO COOL BUt also has me wondering a lil w how similar it looks to the oe ui. that coulped w the sea cucumber phones makes me hOPE that we get to see deep sea citizens around! or at least iso padre n cq maybe 🥺
they show which team is in the lead!!!!!!! i fucking love that ty it takes less brainpower now <33
and rainmaker has checkpoints now!!! which is super nice so now the rainmaker doesn't always spawn back in the middle and you don't have to do that jump off the map to bring it back thing anymore bc the checkpoints are closer to your base now so yEAH that's super nice!!!
it looks like the merged all the ranks together again :0
I'M SO HAPPY YOU CAN PRACTICE N DO STUFF OTHER THAN MIX MUSIC WHILE WAITING FOR BATTLES TO START
all the lobby updates are so nice and there's so much content i want to kiss nintendo on the mouth
it's really nice that they moved the new snack bar! now i don't have to leave lobbies n walk all the way back when my ticket runs out dkjfghs
i want to know what tHIS DOES ..collectibles? 🥺
tHEY'RE THE APARTMENTS THAT WE'VE ALL BEEN WANTING!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU NINTENDOOOO also the splatoon equivalent of furbys n long furbys kdjfhgkdj
eeEEEE PARUKOO!!!!!!!!!!! the shop music here is so cozyyyy ;;;;;; also oh my gOD i'm so happy that there's more shit to spend our coiNS ONNN AAUHGUGHUGAA n seeing that there are gatcha machines in this shop too maybe the lil gacha thingy in the lobby gives you other stuff to put in you locker too? maybe some tickets n stuff thrown in the mix?
i love the splashtags and the emotes so mUCh ough i love how much customization we're gettinnggGG even in grizzco!! u can change your uniform which i think i super awesome! (that wasn't shown in the direct but rather it was said in the splat website linked earlier skjhdfg) and it's great that they're adding another way to get tickets oughh
idk abt y'all but i LOVE the table turf battle!!! it's a lil cheesy but it's nice that there's this local thing to do in splatsville!! i kinda want a deck irl skdjfhgd and being able to play against locals!! it makes everyone feel so much more! alive!! and not just npcs glued to their store!!! also the card art is sO CUTE IDC IF Y'ALL THINK IT'S OFF BRAND OR WHATEVER I AM PLAYIGN THAT GAME AS SOON AS I GET THE DEMO (if u can even play it dskjhdg)
also hello i lOVE this lil alley there the card stuff is held
onto salmon run!! i lOVE the new boss salmonids! it's really nice how they kinda help players practice n learn abt ranked modes n specials!! this is true for the original boss salmonids too! the fry stick for tower controlll n the dolphin for splatzoness, the bigshot for the new wave breaker special and! idk abt the slammin lid but that name is super clever hdfkjghd i love the new music!!! :D
also you can use the big shot's thingy to shoot golden eggs???? i love you??
tHIS XTRA WAVE THING SCARED ME SO BAD ;;;;;;;;;;;; but also that's so cool?? i wonder what happens when you get to defeat it >:3c
ok i reached the image limit lemme make a new post
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🤍 + jes and nina gO
WHO DOES WHAT FOR LOVE? ( not accepting! )
Who cooks meals for the other?
— jesper bc he rly RLY doesnt trust nina in a kitchen
Who spams the other with memes?
— they literally both just spam each other with memes CONSTANTLY like, meme sharing is a love language here
Who likes to tidy around the house?
— nina bc if she doesnt, the cleaning doesn’t get done Thoroughly enough
Who likes to play pranks on the other?
— pranking is ALSO a love language to them, thank you for coming to my tedtalk
Who asked the other to move in with them?
— jesper, bc like... does nina actually have a home that she owns... he has questions abt this
Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?
— nina bc otherwise she complains, but her n jes have similar taste in music so its ok <3
Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?
— i have a feeling that if u tickle nina, she WILL kill in cold blood, so.......neither of them
Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?
— jokes on u!! if they’re watching any movie together there’s cuddling involved! its a LEGAL REQUIREMENT!!!
Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?
— jesper bc nina threatens her laptop for not being fast enough DAILY
Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? ( but make it platonic lol )
— they smack each others asses daily. but like, w/ their partners they r both the risque ones lasdlskd
Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?
— what the hell is waking up. they refuse this. let them SLEEP
Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?
— both, and the pics are either DEVASTATINGLY STUNNING or ass ugly, no in between.
Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?
— n.....nina??? she pays jesper back afterwards tho
Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?
— neither of them snore, but they are very tall ppl so they do sort of squash each other at all hours of the night
Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?
— nina. hands down, nina. and no, mercy is not in her vocabulary
Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?
— NINA >:(
#TRIED TO KEE P THIS PLATONIC ALSKNDLASKD#they DO smack each others asses tho like . thats just friendship right there#heartrendes#ANSWERED ... ‘ ooc meme.
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Best Revenge AU - Closure?
I have to go to work soon, so quick summary: angst. Complicated emotions and relationships. Max revealing that he’s not as much as a dick as he seemed. Enjoy.
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Max waited patiently in the back of the classroom for the kindergarten teacher to introduce him. One of his favorite things about being a hero was coming to school classes to tell them about what he did. And kindergarteners were always the best audiences. Their wide-eyed enthusiasm was infectious.
“All right, kids, today, we have a special guest!” the teacher said cheerfully. “So, everyone go to the back and sit on the rug!” The kindergarteners obediently got up from their chairs and went to the back of the room, where they sat on the rug in front of Max. One child raised her hand. “Yes, Lisa?”
“Who’s the guest?” she asked.
“We are very lucky today! Our guest is the famous hero, Richter!” the teacher said happily. Like always, the children clapped and cheered. Except for one. A small boy sitting at the front. The boy frowned at Max.
“Ew,” he said, crossing his arms. The teacher frowned, visibly confused. “Hewoes-oes awe icky.” Max opened and closed his mouth a few times. The boy had a heavy lisp and stutter, but as someone who’d had a speech impediment when he was young, Max had no difficulty understanding the child.
“What makes you say that?” he finally asked. The boy wrinkled his large nose.
“Hewoes-woes-woes awe n-n-n-no good,” he said firmly.
“Junior,” the teacher warned. “Be polite.” The boy – Junior – stuck out his tongue.
“N-n-no! They awe smewy!” he insisted. “They don’t-don’t n-need powite man-n-n-news.”
“Stanley Pines Junior, if you don’t stop being disruptive, I’m going to talk to your parents,” the teacher said. Max’s blood ran cold.
Of course. Junior’s nose was unmistakably the one that ran in the McGucket family, while his stutter was the same Angie had until she was six. This must be the child she was pregnant with the last time I saw her. Junior smirked.
“Okay,” he said. He looked directly at Max. “You awe bad and stin-in-in-inky.” The teacher opened her mouth.
“It’s okay,” Max said quickly. He smiled at the teacher. “I can handle a heckler.” He straightened. “So, do you kids want to know what it’s like to be a hero?”
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Other than his ex-wife and archenemy’s son heckling him at the beginning, Max’s presentation went well. Afterwards, while parents were coming by to pick up their kids, the teacher pulled Max to the side.
“I’m sorry about Junior being disruptive,” she said. “He’s normally the most well-behaved student I’ve ever had! I have no idea what came over him.”
“It’s okay,” Max said. He forced a small smile. “Variety is the spice of life, you know?”
“Still…”
“Trust me, I’ve dealt with much worse,” Max said. The teacher sighed, but before she could continue apologizing, a parent called her over. Left to his own devices, Max did his best to watch Junior without seeming obvious. During his presentation, he’d felt a growing discomfort about the boy. Clearly, Junior was too old to be the child Angie was pregnant with when he’d seen her four years ago. In fact, he looked to be about six years old, which would mean Angie got pregnant immediately after leaving Max.
Or that she was pregnant when she left. Junior had Angie’s large nose and gentle face, but all his other traits were ones Max recognized. He saw those big ears, amber eyes, and straw-like hair in the mirror every day. The final nail in the coffin, however, was that Junior had the same lisp Max had struggled with until second grade.
No… Max quickly looked away from Junior, trying to convince himself he was imagining things. No. Angie wouldn’t do that to ya. She wouldn’t have yer child and not tell ya. Right?
“Richter?” Max looked over. The teacher had come back with a man and Junior in tow. The man, someone Max hated with every fiber of his being, smirked. “This is Stanley Pines, Junior’s father. I told him about Junior’s behavior.”
“Yes,” Stan said, nodding. “She did. I’m very surprised Junior was so rude in class.”
“It’s fine,” Max said. “Children don’t really have a filter.” He cleared his throat. “Still, that sort of language is concerning. I’d hate for him to grow up to become a villain.”
“Oh, yeah,” Stan said in a clearly exaggerated tone. “Yeah, that’d be awful.” He looked down at Junior. “Wouldn’t it, Junior?” Junior nodded sulkily. “What do you have to say to Mr. Richter?”
“I’m sow-w-wy,” Junior muttered. Max smiled.
“And I accept your apology.”
“Thanks for being so understanding,” Stan said. “C’mon, Junior, your sisters are waiting at home.” Stan flashed another grin at Max. “Good luck keeping the streets clean.”
“Thank you,” Max said, continuing to smile. The second Stan, Junior, and the teacher turned away, he dropped the smile. Seeing Stan and Junior next to each other had confirmed his suspicions. Junior didn’t look anything like the man that was supposedly his father.
I have a son. I have a six-year-old son I didn’t know anything about.
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Max walked up to the tan craftsman house that Angie and Stan lived in with their three children. It hadn’t been that difficult to track down where she lived now, given that he had access to HQ’s database. He felt a bit guilty about using the database for something personal, but he couldn’t let this slide. He had to get down to the bottom of this. After taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
“Comin’!” said a voice he recognized. Shortly, the door opened, revealing his ex-wife. Angie’s mouth dropped open in a small “o”. “Max?”
“Angie,” Max said shortly. He blinked. While most of Angie’s appearance hadn’t changed, there was one major difference. “Yer hair’s shorter.”
“I cut it after I left ya,” she replied. “Like I always wanted. I only kept it long fer you.” She frowned. “It was this length when we crossed paths a few years back.”
“Well, I was a bit too distracted by yer obvious pregnancy to notice yer hair,” Max said. Angie sighed.
“What do ya want?”
“To talk to ya ‘bout my son.” A flash of fear crossed Angie’s face, so briefly that Max almost missed it.
“I don’t know anything ‘bout the son ya sired when cheatin’ on me,” she said.
“You know I’m not referrin’ to him. I’m referrin’ to the son what heckled me the other day in his kindergarten class. I’m sure Stan told ya ‘bout the incident.” Angie was silent. “Angie. Don’t drag this out.”
“Fine.” Angie stood to the side. “Come in.” Max stepped inside. “Follow me.” Max followed Angie into a nearby living room. Junior was sitting on the floor playing with building blocks. “Junior?”
“Yes?” Junior asked, looking up. He frowned at Max. “Who-who-who’s that?”
“An old friend,” Angie said after a moment. “Would ya be willin’ to play in yer room? This feller and I have to talk ‘bout boring grown-up things.”
“Okay.”
“Thank you, bean.” On Junior’s way out of the living room, Angie kissed the top of his head, eliciting a giggle from him. “Please, Max, take a seat.” Max sat on the tan couch. He looked around. The room was cozy and warm. A mixture of family pictures and pictures of amphibians decorated the walls.
“Did you take those?” he asked, nodding to the photos.
“Obviously. You know I like usin’ my camera,” Angie said, sitting on the couch, but a slight distance from him. “Yer not here to talk ‘bout my home’s décor, though.”
“No. I’m not.” Max closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. “Why didn’t ya tell me ‘bout Junior?”
“Max.” Max opened his eyes to look at Angie. A weariness had settled over her. One he recognized. “Ya know why I left, right?”
“I…” Max swallowed. “I was too overprotective.”
“You weren’t just overprotective. You tried to control me. Tried to keep me from livin’ the life I wanted. And, when I left, ya tried to physically stop me.” Angie leaned in. “You grabbed me hard enough to leave a bruise.”
“I- I did?”
“Yes.”
“Angie, I never-”
“I know sometimes it can be difficult to control yer own strength. But that’s all the more reason to not get physical with someone when yer in distress. You think Stan ‘n I haven’t had fights? Of course we have. But we don’t make it physical. We know better ‘n that.” Max stared at her in horror. He had read between the lines, and now had an idea of what Angie was dancing around. “What?”
“You didn’t tell me ‘bout my son ‘cause you thought I’d hurt him or you,” he whispered. Angie looked away. “Angie, I would never!”
“Maybe you’ve worked on yourself since we were married. But back then, you would’ve done anything to get me back. To get yer son,” Angie choked out. “Don’t pretend that ya wouldn’t have taken every course ya could. And- and-” Angie let out a sob. Max’s heart broke. “I knew that if ya tried to make me come back, I would have. I would have fooled myself that you had changed. That it was safe fer me and the baby. But I would’ve just been miserable again.”
“I-” Max paused. He thought back to every fight they’d had. They both would shout, she would leave, but then she’d eventually come back and they’d make up without resolving the thing they’d fought over. And Max would ignore her obvious weariness, the same that had come over her at the beginning of this conversation.
“All of our fightin’, too, it- it wasn’t a good place to raise a child,” Angie continued. “Junior’s happy and well-adjusted. If I’d stayed, he wouldn’t be.” Angie looked at Max. Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears. “Yer parents fought. You know how much that messes up children.”
“…Yeah. Yeah, it does.” Max clenched his hands into fists. “But one of our biggest fights was that ya didn’t want a child at that point in time. Ya can’t deny how it looks, fer you to be sayin’ over and over again that ya wanted to wait, only to leave while pregnant.”
“I didn’t know I was pregnant until after I had left. It was too late by then. You know that I could never- never- terminate a pregnancy.”
“But after Junior was born, ya kept him. Yer fam’ly definitely offered to have a cousin or siblin’ take him in.”
“Yes.”
“So why did ya keep a child that ya claimed ya didn’t want?” Max demanded. His voice rose. Angie frowned at him.
“Keep it down,” she hissed. Max took a steadying breath.
“Okay,” he said in a calmer voice. “But the question stands. Ya kept him, despite sayin’ ya didn’t want a child. Why?”
“I told ya I didn’t want a child ‘cause I was worried ‘bout my job. I was. I knew ya would push and push fer me to take as much time off as possible, and I would. Then, you’d push fer me to eventually leave, ‘cause I’d been off work fer so long. I would cave in to that, too. That wasn’t a worry no more after I left.”
“I wouldn’t-” Max started. Angie glared. He fell silent.
“Don’t claim ya wouldn’t. We both know ya would. Without the stress of our marriage weighin’ on me, everything fell into place. I was comfortable and safe and settled and…” Angie softened. “…and I had a lil bean on the way.”
“And Stan knows?”
“You think that poorly of me?” Angie spat. “That I’d claim to a man I was pregnant with his child when I was pregnant with someone else’s?” She got up. Max stood as well.
“Angie, I didn’t mean-”
“No. You did.”
“I��m just surprised he’d raise a child what wasn’t his.”
“He’s a good man, Max.”
“He’s a criminal.”
“That ain’t a dealbreaker to me.”
“It should be!”
“It-” Angie crossed her arms with a huff. “I tried to keep this conversation civil. We both could use some closure. But it’s clear to me that ya haven’t changed enough fer us to have this talk peacefully.”
“We can-”
“You need to leave,” Angie said shortly. Max clenched his hands into fists. Angie’s eyes narrowed. “You have three options. Option one: ya leave on yer own. Option two: I kick yer sorry ass out myself. Option three: Stan kicks ya out.” She checked her watch. “He should be home with the girls any minute now.”
“I-”
“Choose.” Angie’s eyes bore into Max. “Or I’ll choose fer ya.”
“Fine,” Max snapped. “Fine. I’ll leave.” He threw his hands into the air. “It’s not like I had a million more questions to ask ya or anything like that.”
“I can answer ‘em. Some other time,” Angie said firmly. She escorted Max to the front door and opened it. “I want us to both be able to close this chapter. But right now, we can’t without comin’ to blows.” Max stepped outside. “Work on yourself, Max. Then we can finish this conversation.” She closed the door. Max stomped away. His anger ebbed with every step, until, a block away, he felt completely empty. He came to a stop.
What kind of hero am I? My ex-wife was afraid of me. She was worried ‘bout what I would do to her and our child. And she was right to be scared. His shoulders drooped. My first son I had to give up ‘cause I couldn’t take care of him no more. My second son was six ‘fore I found out he even existed. He closed his eyes. I’m no hero. I’m a deadbeat. He looked back in the direction of Angie’s house. Maybe…maybe it’s time fer me to work on myself. Maybe… He put his hands into his pockets and began to walk again. Maybe it’s time fer me to hang up my mask.
#Best Revenge AU#Angie McGucket#Max Hillcrest#Stanley Pines#Stangie Family#ficlet#my writing#my stuff#speecher speaks#Junior Pines
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Im supposed to be asleep but ibaraki & wangji and how they change over time is similar but in different ways, where it’s subtle change w wangji, theres extremes in ibaraki and maybe even vice versa in some cases, and that mostly plays into how the two handle their grief & how they react to it. Both of them were stoic and stand offish in the beginning, not necessarily getting along with others for one reason or another, with the two being top of the top & unaccustomed to any sort of change in relation to that
Then comes in Shuten & wwx and theyre thrown off that balance. Shuten defeats ibaraki for the first time, so he loses his first battle, & wwx could give less of a shit about the rules given to him on Top of matching wangjis cultivation skill. Both met their equals & mentally werent really prepared for it. When Shuten & wwx offered drinks and called them friend (or soulmate), they were pretty miffed about it (ibaraki claiming he’s never seen Shuten as a friend, wangji with his ‘boring’ retorts). Regardless both began to warm up to this presence and let themselves relax around this new man in their life that threw them for a loop
Then you know the second they come to terms with this, the man dies in some way. Shuten being beheaded the second Ibaraki leaves Mt Oe due to a purge of the mountain oe demons, Wei Wuxian falling to his death while being called one; a third individual being the indirect cause of these deaths (Onikiri & Jiang Cheng).
Both were extreme in the sense that Ibaraki took on a different identity in order to reclaim Shutens head, losing his arm to Onikiri in the process; then Wangji in bearing the lashes after finally defending Wei Wuxian. Both were scarred. While I’m not sure how long it took Ibaraki to resurrect Shuten, he would face several years of Shuten not recognizing him, along with his mental instability causing further tension in their relationship, and overall ridicule from the man as he (shuten) shows love for a woman they’ve never known. Wangji would face 13-16 years trying to contact Wei Wuxians spirit to no reply.
I’d say both of them softened over time after these experiences, but again in different ways. Ibaraki went to extremes after Shuten died, tho I do want to note most was played for comedy so it can be bent slightly different, but after everything calmed down he seemed to be much kinder and open with his words. He had forgiven Onikiri for what happened, & even when he was overwhelmed by the trap during Sealand Invasion, after they realized it was an illusion he didn’t seem to hold ill will towards him. He’s also more forgiving of himself, acknowledges his position in his ranks, etc. and doesn’t have the mindset he had when he first stepped on Mt Oe. Considering this is a cql blog I won’t go on another 10 miles for wangji, but y’all know how he became more open as well.
There’s probably more that overlaps on their story but I’m sorta hesitant on continuing, since it seems Ibaraki is slowly reverting back to his standoffish personality as Mt Oes arc comes in with the Demon Banquet plot
#ANYWAYS.......#idk if this is legible but I want 2 note I didn’t go as in depth w wangji bc yall. know him. most of y’all don’t know ibaraki#onmyoji ppl pls talk to me about this I’m on the edge#I’m going to sleep now
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Hey! I was wondering, is you're still doing asks, if you could do, "What would everyone say if they saw us together right now?" with our man T-Jeffs? Thank you!
I couldn't help but set this in the fotp universe 👀 enjoy the teaser loves !!! perhaps spoilers ahead ;)
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The world from out the wide penthouse window felt small, detached from where you sat on the couch that wasn't yours. The twinkling lights of the city reflected back at you on the Potomac, and you just stayed, sipping your coffee, allowing yourself to get lost in the mirage of the life you didn't have.
The living room around you smelled of the coffee you had (shouldn't have) just brewed as a late night indulgence -- you'd get no more sleep that night, but that'd been true long before you had the first sip. The warm coffee tasted of bitter comfort, soft and sweet in the hazy penthouse, but harsher than the oversized tee shirt you'd cuddled into the earlier evening, harsher than the plush couch you'd sank into when you couldn't sleep. You'd stay like this for eternity if you could.
"Hey, sweetheart." A groggy voice came from the hallway behind you, and while a soft smile settled onto your lips, you didn't turn around.
"Hi, T." The ghost of lost sleep was hardly audible in your tone, light and sweet as you glanced to your right toward where you could hear his footsteps approaching.
"What're you doin' up?" He sniffed, rubbing the fatigue from his eyes as he leaned against the cool kitchen counter. You shrugged, bit your lip.
"I couldn't sleep." Finally, you glanced to him. "What about you?"
A noncommittal hum left his lips, and he gave a sleepy smile as he made to join you where you sat cross-legged on the couch. The tall windows of his penthouse stretched out before you, city lights twinkling like stars, but your tired gazes still fell to one another. He took a seat to your right.
"Woke up and saw you weren't there," he admitted with a shrug and a small smile. "Had me worried." His morning voice was still gruff as you raised an eyebrow, though his eyes had brightened since seeing you.
"Oh yeah?"
He hummed his assent as he leaned in to kiss you, fingers hooked under your chin, and you smiled against his lips. The kiss was short, chaste, but sweet -- there was no implicit question behind it, no desire for anything more. When you pulled away, his hand still rested at your jaw, thumb atop the slope of your bottom lip while your foreheads lay pressed together, leaning into each other, soft gazes still locked together under the soft city lights in his dark living room.
"I can take care of myself, T," you murmured gently, lips twitching at the corners as you fought a smile. "'M a big girl." He grinned.
"I know you are," he said, watching you with fondness in his eyes as you turned back to where you sat, facing the skyline yet still fixated on him. His arms enveloped your waist, pulling you into him as he shifted toward you in his seat, and you let out a soft hum of approval, closing your eyes and leaning back into his chest, savoring the warmth of his body. "Just don't like not knowin' where you are. Makes it harder to keep you in check."
He grinned, clearly pleased with himself as you glanced back at him, indignant. "So what, this is just babysitting to you?"
"Aw, 'course not, sweetheart." He leaned down with a chuckle to kiss the crown of your head. "If it was, I'd at least be gettin' paid."
You scoffed, turning back away from him, and his arms only tightened around your waist, pulled you closer still. Your eyes began to flutter shut as he traced patterns into the skin of your hip, riding up the hem of your (his) t-shirt, but you didn't doze off, more than content just to be where you were.
An intimate silence fell over you as Thomas's gaze drifted to the city below. While the buildings, streets and people all felt so distant, to him, they only served as a reminder of the lives you had beyond the walls of his home, the diametrically opposed roles you'd continue to find yourselves playing, and he pursed his lips. This kind of quiet was rare.
As though reading his mind, or perhaps also mourning what might have been, you sighed. "What would everyone say if they saw us together right now?"
As you spoke, Thomas forced himself to swallow the lump growing in his throat. He gave a soft smile. "Well, sweetheart, 'depends on who you consider 'everyone'."
You hummed, entertained by the thought. "Oh yeah?"
"Absolutely." His smile grew to a grin as he nuzzled his chin into the crook of your neck. "Like dear, sweet Alexander," --She rolled her eyes-- "He'd have a bounty on my head in minutes." At that, however, you chuckled.
"Then again, James would be out for blood since I'd suddenly found a new way to ruin your political career."
Thomas scoffed. "I don't wanna hear it. James loves you."
"For now."
He rolled his eyes. "What about that roommate of yours, hm? And your family?"
You couldn't help but groan, your head at once falling back onto his shoulder. "God, would my family be thrilled. 'M pretty sure they like you more than I do."
"Aw, really now?" He huffed, and you couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, that was a compliment!" You glanced back to meet his un-entertained gaze with a smile. "My roommate might slash your tires, though." He let out a huff of laughter, and you continued, leaning back once again as your gaze fell to the city, "What about Lafayette?"
There was a skip; you could feel him tense behind you. "What about Lafayette?"
You grinned. "I have a feeling he'd be annoyed that neither of us told him." His muscles eased beneath you, and he exhaled heavily, warm breath brushing across the back of your neck.
"Please. You really don't think he already knows?"
You whirled around instantaneously. "He does?"
Thomas stared at you for a moment, unsure whether you were being serious. "You really haven't picked up every time he's made some joke about it?" Your stare was blank, and he chuckled, kissing your temple. "That's adorable."
You scowled as he began to softly kiss down your jawline, the side of your neck. "Thomas, I just..." He paused as you trailed off. "What if he tells someone?"
He stilled, slowly taking your hands in his as he pulled back, and he knit his brow. "Why would he?"
"Why wouldn't he?" You huffed, unable to meet his eyes even as he shifted to look down at you, not wanting to face him. You suddenly felt uncomfortable in your own skin; your pulse was jumping."If Lafayette knows, it's only a matter of time before Alex finds out--they're too close of friends for Lafayette to be able to keep that under wraps, and then if Alex knows, he tells Angelica and Eliza, and then they all start hunting you for sport, and if all my friends know, it'll eventually get back to James and Dolley when Angelica is chewing you out for... God knows what, but--"
"Hey, sweetheart." He brushed a hair from your forehead as he cut off your anxious rambling, cupping your face in his hand as he looked down at you, his gaze soft. You swallowed. "It's gonna be fine; I promise. Lafayette isn't gonna snitch, and we're gonna be just fine, okay?"
You sighed, leaning against his chest as he held you close. "And if we aren't?"
He chuckled. "Well, on the bright side, if he did slip up and tell someone," --you raised an eyebrow, unsure where the sentence was going as he looked down at you with sparkling eyes, an ever-growing grin-- "Your parents would be thrilled."
You promptly whacked his chest with a groan.
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Love of my Life
Hey guys!! This is the fourth part! Enjoyy💞
New York (part- 1)
Amelia's PoV:
I've never felt better. I mean, I'm having aerobic sex. Like hot, athletic, aerobic sex. I'm waking up with endorphins almost everyday. Link is truly a God, not only an Ortho God but Sex God too. I laugh at my own words. He has successfully managed to make me giddy! I start acting like a freaking teenager. I'm in not in some stupid high school. I have to get my bearings under control.
Yet the first thing I do after changing into my scrubs is go over to the nurse's station in search of Link. My brain is screaming at me to not get attached but my body is functioning in it's own accord.
Link's PoV:
I suddenly have become some sex-crazed teenager who cannot get little Link under control. I now have a high sex drive and it's all her fault !! Just thinking about her makes me lose my mind. Hearing her voice solely brings back all the memories of our... ahem...ordeal. Her moans in my ear, her breathlessness, the way I make her scream my name, how she holds on to me for fear life while reaching the peak, her lips, her tongue on my...Shush!! STOP IT. JUST. STOP. IT. I'm not a freaking horny teenager!! I have to get her off mind. I need a looong surgery on my hands.
I'm the king of hypocrisy. Only today I was determined to lessen the amount of hot, athletic, hot, hot sex yet here I am going at it again with Amelia. Only the location keeps on changing. I think by the end of the month, we would have christened the whole freaking hospital!! Currently both of us are putting on our scrubs back, trying to catch our breaths, ready to kick start our day with a much much better mood than we woke up in the morning in. We nod and smile at each other before leaving the on-call room discreetly.
In the middle of the day, Link was paged to Conference Room 1. He looked at the page quizzically. Why was he being paged there? I hope it's not Amelia. Surely she doesn't want the hospital to be the audience to us doing it like bunnies. What is it then? He answered the page rather quickly being on the same floor and entered the room to Catherine Fox sitting with none other than the object of my affections. Does she know about us? Is she gonna grill us about our on-call room adventures? He looks over at Amelia only to find the same petrified expression on her face.
What Catherine said relieved them into a great deal. They stared at her dumbfounded until she cleared her throat to draw at least some reaction out of them. Amelia was the first to recover and nervously chuckled, " Sure, Catherine. We'll look into that case. Where did you say we had to perform it? "
" The Catherine Fox Medical Center in New York. I want my best neuro and orthopedic surgeons to fly there. I'll email you the patient's scans and hus details. I hope you don't disappoint me. "
" Yes of course Catherine. We'll do our best ", Link smiled his infectious smile. Even a hard-steeled woman like Catherine seemed to swoon. Amelia felt a funny feeling which she most definitely did not like. They quickly left the conference room to pack their bags. They had an early flight the next day. The Foundation was providing them with their jet so they didn't have to worry.
They were slightly groggy on the flight as both were great fans of their sleep. They talked for a long while enjoying each other's company until the dream land gave a shout to them. It was a long flight. Again, both woke up finding huddled together in each other's arms. Amelia never thought she loved sleeping on the flights so much. In fact, she hated sleeping on flights. They were just not comfortable. How come whenever I'm with him, I have one of my best naps? He really is a good human pillow...
It was already 7 by the time they reached their hotel. They were assigned adjoining rooms. For Link it practically made no sense as he could clearly see how they were going to sleep. ;)
After an hour, it was Link who seeked her out. The baseball game that he was watching was getting pretty annoying. How come they're playing so bad? He knocked on her door and as soon as she opened the door they shared, his blue eyes turned way dark taking in her appearance. She had shed her jacket now to reveal a form-fitting camisole and very very tight jeans. How does she manage to look sexy all the time? I bet she'd look ravishing even in pajamas and a loose tshirt !
Without wasting any time, he pulled her to him and pinned her body on the door. He couldn't get enough of her. He kissed her hungrily bringing his body extremely close to hers. She moaned in his mouth arousing him further. He pulled her top above her head and let her hands remain above her using one hand. With her arms pinned above, she looked sexier to him if that was even possible. He moved to her neck and she leaned her head back giving him room. She was writhing beneath him.
She wrapped her right leg around his waist bringing his body closer for some friction. Link slid his hands up her back causing her to moan making Link grin. She always likes it when I do that, he thought smugly. She was constantly fidgeting her arms trying to free them from his firm grasp. She was itching to touch him. He released her arms when he reached down her chest. She started unbuttoning his shirt when Link undid her bra. He took one mound in his mouth eliciting a long drawn moan from her.
With her hands in his hair, she pulled him closer. She tugged on his hair and groaned as he started suckling. She just couldn't move much!! He had her completely pinned. She had had enough with his teasing and pulled his head up, giving him open mouthed kisses. She started kissing down his jaw all the way to his earlobe and started biting his earlobe gently. Link always loves it when I do that! His resolve broke. Enough with the teasing. He quickly picked her up and moved their sexy ordeal to the giant bed.
Link and Amelia laid on the bed after two long hours of hot lovemaking. Link kept looking at her with such adoration and caressed her side with his fingers gently. They were lost in each other's eyes. Link loved this part. They were the most vulnerable at this time and didn't hide their emotions. He always say great emotion behind Amelia's eyes immediately after having sex but she subtly guarded it every time. Today though he saw her looking right back at him with the same emotion as him.
Link was so gentle with her. Amelia was observing his face very closely. She always saw genuine admiration in those piercing blue eyes. And for HER!! No one looked at her that way. Even Owen didn't . She always saw some judgement in his eyes. But Link was wholly different. She was pretty sure her expression reflected his.
She really was a cuddly type of a person. Amelia was enjoying Link's soft caress on her side and his lingering gaze in her face. I'm falling for him!!! NOOOO. I have to stop myself. He is such a perfect man. I don't deserve him. He obviously wants someone much better than me. I can't ruin him too just like I do to every man I love!! She quickly guarded her emotions and moved.
Link quizzically looked at her change in demeanor. His eyes held a silent question. Oh Amelia not again!! I was finally getting through her thick wall and yet again she is shutting me out. She is so frustrating sometimes!
Amelia got up from the bed and searched for her clothes. Suddenly his grey shirt came into view. She picked it up and covered herself with it. She stopped herself from moaning at the comfort his shirt provided him. Ughh it's so comfortable. And delicate. And gentle. And soft. And it even smells like him!! I don't know how he always smells so good. Hmmm. Like lavender and ...chocolate?? I'm definitely stealing some of his clothes from his wardrobe. They were so big and cozy.
Link grinned at her content expression on wearing his shirt. She really seemed to enjoy his oversized shirt snug on her petite body. She looked so cute! He couldn't take his eyes off of her and didn't want her to leave. He knew he was entering dangerous territory. She strictly said she only wanted pain management and nothing else. Don't get your hopes up, Link!
" Do you want to order room service? I'm starving. I'm pretty sure we worked an appetite. Dinner in bed...with me ", he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and chuckled.
" Uhh nope. I'm just gonna...sleep.", she said nervously.
" Sleep? Now? It's still early in Seattle."
" But we're in New York, not in Seattle. And we agreed. No sleepovers.", she told him sternly but with a playful expression. Why doesn't he understand? I can't be near him !!
" So bend the rules. Like you said, we're not in Seattle. No harm in giving those stupid rules a rest for a few days. On top of that, we have adjoining rooms. They're practically the same! ", he said with a teasing grin
" And yet, they're not ", she said ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat when he called the rules she insisted on having 'stupid'. " We have to be at the hospital early tomorrow. Let's give our bodies a rest after the...uhhh...tiresome activities ", she flirted.
She quickly opened the connecting door and closed it on her way out to her room. She heard him call out to her, " I feel Used. Objectified. Hungry!! "
Okay. Now I really feel bad and guilty. I know it's his strategy.
She quietly opened the door to slightly look at him. He had the angry expression of a child on his face!! He was actually sulking and pouting!! Amelia could stop the grin from spreading on her lips. He looks so cute!! He's a 37 year old man!! . Older than me by a few years yet he's just a small child !! Even I behave more maturely than him sometimes. And that's saying something considering the fact that I'm a child myself, she chuckled silently at her thoughts.
" What would it take for you to let me go to sleep guilt-free? ", she raised her eyebrows with a small smile on her mouth.
" Pizza for breakfast."
Seriously? Pizza? For breakfast? Who does that?
" Okay. Deeaall ", she sings. A playful grin slot spreads on his face. " Goodnight", I smile at him.
" Goodnight. Sweet dreams. Don't let the bed bugs bite 'cause obviously I won't be there to keep them off of you ", he flirts.
" Shut upp", he hears her shout. He could hear her smile. He laughs. Eventually sleep overtakes both.
Next morning in the pizzeria, they talked a lot. This time not just only about surgery and their professional lives. They were slowly getting to know each other. Link revealed his osteosarcoma diagnosis as a child and his parents' divorce. Amelia subtly disclosed about her not so easy childhood and how she didn't have the best life as kid who had four older siblings. He even told her how much he loved the glazed doughnuts of this place called Gotham Doughnuts , a few blocks away from the pizzeria. She seemed to unknowingly retain that information in her brain.
After pizza for breakfast, Link suggested them to walk to the hospital. She looked at him dumbfounded but complied when he assured her that she'd enjoy their little walk. The walk was honestly very enjoyable. They saw many interesting things they normally wouldn't from a cab. Amelia was quite enjoying herself on this trip. He always knew how to make her laugh!
Amelia's legs were somewhat hurting as they just walked fourteen blocks to the hospital. And the fact that she was wearing high heels didn't help either. On their way to the elevator, they were laughing about something they saw on their way in when suddenly Amelia heard somebody call her from her nickname. Nobody called her that except her sisters and Derek.
" Amy!! ". She heard it again. She could recognize that voice anywhere. Her eyes widened at the slow realisation. NO. NO. NOOOO. It can't be possible. Of all people... Why God why? Is my life so entertaining to you? God really loved toying with her. She angrily looked at the sky above her hoping to coax God into altering the reality which she was about to disastrously face. " Hey kiddo. Is that you? " She turned around hesitantly.
" NANCY !! "
Author's Note:
I'm feeling a bit apprehensive towards my writing. Is it good? Shall I continue writing or stop? Please guys tell me.
Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this chapter. AmeLink are so cute XD I really love them. Sorry for the unnecessary long chapters. But I just can't help myself. When I start writing about them, I'm unable to stop and write on and on until I realise that you guys will probably get tired. Hahaha. Sorry. I would really love it you reviewed, voted and commented.
All the scenes remain close to the original plot of the show, I've just added some parts that I wanted to see . In the coming chapters I'll somewhat change the story a bit. Next part will be up soon!! Until then.
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Family Secrets: Chapter Four
I’m Not a Monster
Summary: Sam and Dean investigate a lead on a Maggie Tarnish, which only leads them to you. The mask works for a while, but when it doesn’t, many secrets unfold.
A/N: sorry if the formatting is weird. I did this one on mobile.
Warnings: much angst
W/C: almost 3.9k
Masterlist/schedule
Previous Chapter
"Man that was painful," Dean says through smug laughter as they walk down the path from the diner, holding a small take away box. Sam tilts his head in confusion, and stops at the front of the Impala to look at Dean. "The waitress, your flirting," Dean says with raised eyebrows. More strict now, he gives it away, "come on, man. It was obvious that you were flirting and you are so not good at it," he laughs again, opening the drivers' door and sitting down.
Sam rolls his eyes. "At least I'm not still in love with a girl I kissed once when I was fifteen," he says, slipping into his seat.
Dean cuts him a piercing glance as he starts the engine. "Who?"
"The hunters' daughter," Sam says in a flat tone.
Dean playfully taps the steering wheel, "that's right!"
Sam smirks as Dean keeps his eyes on him, "you act like it's so hard for you to remember, but you always talked about her any chance you got."
"I did not," Dean starts, but knows he's defeated by the look in Sam's eyes. "Hey, in my defense, her parents let her hunt by herself, so she had cool stories." He smiles as he looks out of the windshield, "she was pretty cool."
Sam rolls his eyes. "What was her name again?"
"Hell if I know," Dean says before peeling out of the parking lot. "We headed over to this Maggie's now?"
Clearing his throat, Sam nods. "Local department said she must've slipped by their radar, but eventually set off some alarms. I checked with the local motels and if she's a hunter, she must be pretty new at it." Dean looks over at his brother, keeping both hands planted on the wheel, "she paid with a card. In her name."
"Made it real easy for us to find her, didn't she?" Dean shakes his head once with a laugh.
Having just exited the shower, towel still wrapped around your body, the sound of pounding at the door aggravates you. "Just a second," you call out as you throw on whatever clothes are available. You discreetly pick up your pistol, trying desperately to keep the table from squeaking.
The spell covered dagger beckons to you from the bed and the pounding continues with three more agitated blows. You pull the pistol to eye level and rack a bullet in the chamber. Looking into the peep hole of the door you see two beanstalks of men in black suits. You rest the dagger in the band of your jeans and hold the pistol behind your hip, just out of sight.
"Um," you express a discourteous squint at the attractively intimidating men after cautiously opening the door. "Hi?"
"Yes. Maggie? Agents Roth and Malloy." His voice is profound and straight to the point. Agent Roth, you assume, stands stoic and saying nothing, allowing for the taller one to proceed.
"Are you familiar with someone from this area? She's a secretary at a big law firm."
"Ah, yes," you put on a professional mask and hide the gun next to your dagger. "Although, you've caught me at a bad time," you lie. "I was just getting ready to go out."
Agent Roth speaks out, "you're not wearing shoes."
Looking down at your bare feet, you let out a distressed laugh which brings the eyes of the two men to unity. "I did say getting ready."
"Well, why don't you finish up and we'll all go out," the taller of the two men looks down at his partner, seemingly asking permission with his expression.
Agent Roth forces a smile while crossing his arms. "Our treat," he says through his teeth.
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Walking through the bar doors, you try to conceal your face as the three of you search for a secluded booth. After spotting Tim, your cheeks fill with heat and you force a smile.
The two strange men take the first bench, leaving the opposing side for you. Tim skips over and, at first, ignores the men. "Hello beautiful."
"Hi, Tim," you say without looking him in the eyes.
"Gentlemen," he nods. "Blue Label for the lady, I presume," he flirtatiously offers with a wink and a trip in his vocals. He turns to the men, "what'll it be for you?"
The one with the most stunning and silky hair you've seen on a man holds up two fingers, ordering for the both of them, "two beers, please." As quickly as Tim walks away, he focuses his attention back onto you, "so about the case." His eyes trace his hands which sit linked on top of the table. "I thought since we're all on the same team you could give us a little help; tell us what you know," he suggests with a shrug. His words don't match his posture. They seem to be more accusing that questioning and you are nearly sweating under the pressure.
"Well, if you've already spoken with Mrs. Mill, I'm sure you know all the same that I do." You try your best to remain professional, but your words are coming out ornery.
You glance at the quiet one. He is full of anger, that much you can see, but you can't imagine why. His eyes are tired and each have their own unique wrinkles. It appears as though he always carries on with a frown and it makes you wonder if you look like that to others. Almost pouting, his blush lips keep his face well aligned and quite symmetrical. The taller one looks similar. He has the same olive green eyes, but they're full of light, and hold more life.
Addressing the silence before they do, you put your elbows onto the table. "You two look intelligent. Why come to someone you don't know for help?"
Tim returns with a tray and the beverages, "blue for a Blue," he says setting yours in front of you and cackling out as his own joke. You feel your face flush as he sets the beers down in front of them, "and two cold ones for the Men in black." He drops the tray to his side with his eyes plastered to yours, "I couldn't help but to overhear... I thought you said you were here for some kind of business gathering?"
"It's called undercover, Tim, look it up," you sneer.
The three of you sit in silence as Tim parades away after muttering something you didn't hear.
"Blue, is it?" The grumpy one speaks out. "Agent Malloy, is this a case we needed to be undercover for?"
"Uh, no. I don't believe so. No," he plays along.
"Look," he leans forward with his eyes kept on yours, "I think it's obvious at this point that no oe here is who they say they are," he starts out with a familiar affection to his voice that almost instantly switches to a cold, hush bark, "so let's just cut the crap. Who the Hell are you?"
While you covertly search for the best escape route, he taps on your knee with a knife he's hiding underneath the table, raising his eyebrows when he sees your eyes widen. "Why don't we all come clean, huh?"
Before you can contain it, a nervous chuckle springs from your lungs, changing his expression altogether. He thinks for a moment that he's heard it before, but says nothing.
You are hesitant on saying anything, but if you're going down you might as well do it with the truth. "Okay, what I'm about to tell you... it's likely you won't believe me, but I'm telling the truth." You search their eyes for assurance, and without anything but stern faces you swallow a deep breath. "I"m a hunter. I track ghosts, vampires, demons... things like that. I think Mrs. Mill was possessed and I just want to figure out why!"
Silence falls on the table as the men keep their eyes on you. Without warning you emit another laugh.
"Okay, what is with the giggling?" Agent Roth exhales.
"I, uh, laugh when I'm nervous or when things get tense. I can't really help it, it's-"
"A natural reaction?" With wide eyes, he slowly pulls away and sheathes he knife. "Or a - a reflex, right?"
"How... do you know that?"
Without saying a word he reaches into the inside pocket of his suit and pulls out a flip phone. Pressing only one button he puts it to his ear and in no time at all, a muffled AC DC's Highway to Hell begins to play from the pocket of your jeans. "Because you've said to me before," he says, canceling the call.
"It - it was you that called Bobby's cell the other day," the nicer one says, his breathing picking up pace at the newest revelation. "Are you?" With difficulty he tries to piece it together, "Are you Bobby's niece?"
Agent Roth is still lost for words and searching for them with his eyes. Trying to catch your breath, you transition your gaze to him. He doesn't know what to say so he keeps quiet, staring at the table. When you make eye contact with his partner, his head tilts and his formerly pristine forehead slightly wrinkles. His brows turn down into his warm and inquisitive eyes, pursing his lips. You begin to fidget, an avoidance tactic you'd picked up just the day before. At this point in time, you really don't need these guys poking around in your personal life.
"Look, Bobby was close to us, too. All we want are some answers," the nice man says serenely with a somber manner, but folding his arms. You sigh, stripping the heavy coat off of your shoulders and place it onto the seat next to you. "What are you doing?" he shifts, becoming a tad flustered at your sudden move to undress.
You stand next to the table and read your shirt without looking down, "this was a gift," you whisper as if you're saying it only to yourself. "More than that, really," you inhale sharply, turning away from them so they could read the back.
"Raise 'em Hell," he reads. "You called him Papa?" His face looks as though he had tasted something sour, but he laughs reassuringly.
"So you two were actually close?" The grumpy one butts in as you turn around to see his disgust.
"He taught me everything I know," you flick a strand of hair out of your face, slightly shrugging and fall back into the booth. "Well, him and Rufus, of course."
"And what do you know?"
"Enough," you say sharply, eyes dimming while you squint at the more forgiving of the two men. Crossing your arms, you lean back, "but I'd rather start with what I don't know. Who are you guys, really?"
As if this were the moment you'd met and under different circumstances, a smile lights up his face. "I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean."
Just behind the bar, Tim has a phone to his ear as he smiles. "Crowley, the plan is going accordingly. She's met the Winchesters."
"So let me get this straight," Sam says from the chair at a desk in their motel room. You sit on the edge of the bed next to the door, in case you need to flee. Outside of the window behind Sam, you watch the clouds dance around the moon as he speaks, "Rufus rescued you from a coven-"
"And you don't know life before that?" Dean interrupts as he paced around the room with his hands gripping his biceps. "What about your childhood?"
"Childhood," you snort. "Did yours have sparkles and unicorns, too, then?" The question is rhetorical, but you pause anyway ti laugh at his angered expression. "I grew up in Whitefish, Montana - in the hunting world."
"Wait, Rufus' cabin?" You nod and Dean throws an arm up towards Sam, "we were just there they other day!"
"Well, I haven't been there in years," you frown, looking back out of the window at the now, lonely moon.
"Is there anything else you can remember?" Sam coos.
"Other then the fact that he had no idea where I came from, who my parents were or when I was taken? Not much," you swiftly stand from the bed and walk to the counter, reaching for one of the beers. "Anytime I would ask, Rufus just said 'quit askin' 'bout things you don't want answers to'. He told me that I'm 'too precious' to be shattered by those kinds of memories and that I was 'reborn' the day he found me." Your voice changed after taking a sip of the fizzy, warm beer.
Your eyes meet Sam's as you mournfully smile, "so that's my 'birthday'. When Rufus took me in, he uh," you laugh to yourself. "He makes me after his favorite whiskey."
"Blue Label," Sam says with a soft chuckle, the corner of his lip turned into a smile, "huh".
Nodding, you can't help but to break a smile that he'd remember something so seemingly insignificant about the man who raised you. "He taught me how to handle myself in a fight, how to load and shoot a gun, how to clean a scene." You don't realize that you've begun to pace until you see your reflection in Dean's resentful eyes. "The first time I ever sat behind the wheel of a car he was there to coach me. He gave me everything I needed to protect myself."
Smiling again, you picture Bobby in your mind, standing with you in his library. "When it came down to the knowledge, the get in their heads, learn to study and read lore stuff - that's where Bobby helped me the most. After taking lessons with him on the phone for years, Rufus and I were finally in town to meet when I was about fourteen. But - like I said, rusty in the age thing," you smirk, mostly at Dean who stands stony-eyed and too distracted by his rumination to interrupt.
"Bobby taught me Latin, and how to draw a devils trap. He quizzed me on nearly every myth and legend, so on and so forth. They had both taken me out on a few hunts individually, teaching me different things, the easy stuff first." You take a longer swing of the beer, "like surveying the area, making sure I wasn't being tailed or getting myself in danger. Making sure I had all of the information necessary to carry on with any case successfully."
When I was around twenty we had a birthday gathering, but it was after that that my partner and I went out on our own. I didn't keep as close to either of them as often as I wish I had, looking back on it now. I took a year off after Rufus died, but recently I've set out on a hunt for my birth parents."
You've never actually told anyone these details about yourself before, making it easy to get as lost in your story as they are. When you look up you realize just how strongly you hold their gaze.
"Where's your partner now?" Sam asks.
You look down the neck of the bottle, swirling it around before taking another sip. "She dead. Couple months after Rufus died and I hate myself for it every day." Matching eyes with Sam, tears collect at their edges. "I was supposed to help protect her, you know? Be there for her and I - I failed. She went in early, we didn't have a plan." A few tears drop onto your hand, "I ran in after her. By then it was too late."
"Wow, uh," Sam sighs. "I'm really sorry." He looks over at his brother who stands with his arms crossed. "I don't know where I'd be or what I would do without Dean."
"Yeah," you say, wiping away the tears, "but, uh, the job comes first. I've learned to put my personal shit aside when others peoples lives are at stake." You pause for a moment, "so when those people started disappearing I had to take a break from my search."
Sam looks up at you with a curious frown. "Wait, what?"
"Yeah, I'll show you the articles."
You walk over to his side, as he flips around to watch you type the names into the browser of his laptop.
Dean twirls a finger in the air, "so, uh, how did you hear about all of this?"
"I have my sources," you say more confidently than you feel.
Dean takes a step closer to you. "Bull shit. You said yourself you've been out of the game for what, a year? How does someone come back having knowledge of something like this?"
"What? You think just because you haven't heard of it means that it's some big thing? Get a grip, Grumpy."
Dean crosses his arms. "She's kind of got a point, dude," Sam snorts.
"Whatever," he say, ripping his jacket from the back of the chair and grabs his keys from the counter, "were out of supplies."
Standing up straight you nearly jump towards him. "Can you take me back to my room while you're at it?" you ask, wishing nothing more than to go to sleep and forget about this whole day, about Dean Freaking Winchester.
Agitated, but more than happy to get rid of you, he obliges.
The soft purr of the engine isn't enough to wake anyone, but for some reason Dean shuts it down anyway. Propping himself up using the seat, he turns in your direction.
"Sometimes, in front of Sam, I gotta keep some thoughts to myself." His face strains as he shakes a finger at you, "but one thing I've learned in this life is trust no one," he paused briefly. "You get what I'm saying?"
"Yeah. You don't trust me. Oh, no, Dean! Whatever am I going to do?" You roll your eyes and reach down for the handle.
Dean grips onto your wrist, jerking your attention back on the half of his face that's illuminated by the street lamp. "Something's off about you, and I will get to the bottom of it. His eyebrows rise as he leans closer, tightening his grip. "That's a threat and a promise," he snarls with a hateful grin.
Ripping your arm away, you lightly drop your head back against the seat in a small gust of brusque laughter, "says the man that's been to Hell and Purgatory."
Your gaudy eyes meet with his before he turns his head opposite of you and confides in the foggy window, "Damn it, Sam!"
"Don't blame him! People talk, Dean," you say, using your hands to express your words, "you're either stupid, self absorbed or both if you think there's not warnings among other hunters about you."
Taken aback, he squints at you. "I thought you didn't know who we were."
"I didn't, dummy. It's not like they flash around your picture or anything. It's just hunters gossip and you're the headliner." You throw open the door and hightail for your room.
He imitated your movements while slamming his own door behind him. With your back to him, you pull out your key as he stops to your side. Feeling just the tips of his fingers on your shoulder you whirl around, knocking his arm away and with open palms you shove him back.
"Fine, take the damn case, Dean. I don't care much for you w it her, so stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours."
You scrunch your brows and keep a steady watch on his staggering eyes. His arm remains where you'd thrown it until he speaks out in a demeaning tone, "oh no. You're not getting off that easy." He takes a step closer to you, and you can almost feel his chest moving with his heavy breaths, but you refuse to back away. "You think I'm just gonna step aside and let a possible monster roam around un-watched?"
You watch his expression form into one of extreme animosity before he rotates, back to you. Opening your mouth to yell at him, you feel an imaginary fist slam into your stomach. You focus on breathing normally again as you listen to his boots thus against the concrete on their way back to the Impala.
You watch him as he peers over the top of the car at you, his face tight. "You watch your back, Blue."
Watching him fumble with his keys, you force out the breath you were holding hostage, "monster? Wow," you whine. "Okay and where you you when Bobby died?"
He pauses when he hears your voice. His face loosens, eyes opening wide at the mention of the name. You fold your lips under your teeth as you swallow your tears, "and when Rufus was killed?" A wintry breeze cuts into your sides and you wait for him to answer, though he has nothing to offer but weighted eyes on his pouting face. "That's what I thought," you heave.
You slam the door behind you and fall against it. Sitting in the darkness you cover your face and finally give into the mourning you've been trying to avoid.
Dean bows his head against the top of the car, "damn it!" The sound of his palm slamming against the metal ricochets throughout the empty parking lot. He leans into the car and reaches for something in the glove box, leaving the door open to walk to yours.
He can hear your muffled yelps and holds his folded fist to the door. He already blames himself for the death of everyone he's loved and to hear it from another person hit him harder than he expected. Bowing his head in remorse, he surmises that the damage is done. Everything he wants to say wouldn't even begin to explain the guilt that's beginning to settle in his heart. Leaving a card with his number in the nook of the door he silently says goodbye.
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Barging through his own motel door, Dean hurls the keys onto the bed. Dropping the six pack on the table, he promptly rips two from the rings and slams one down in front of Sam.
Sam exhales, leaning back in his chair without removing his eyes from the laptop, "what'd I do to piss you off?" he chuckles.
"Nothing," Dean says in a heavy breath.
"Okay," Sam says slowly. His eyes follow Dean as he drags himself to the chair, "what did she do to piss you off?"
"Nothing, Sam, I just don't trust her." He opens both cans, "think about it. If she was so close to Bobby how come we never heard of her?" He shrugs with a tilt of his head and raised eyebrows. "If he hid her from us, he probably had good reason to. She was found on a hunt, Sam," he adds with a thick inflection and stone cold eyes. "If that's even true."
"I don't know," he objects. "We've found plenty of people who turned out just fine."
"And we've found a whole hell of a lot more who didn't, Sam." He gives him a nagging glance and takes a slow, long gulp of the beer. Dropping his forearms to the table he leans forward, "so how many are missing?"
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Most clothes, socks, shoes and buddings that bores people much often are made using cooked cabbage.
Mathew 24:14 the end will the come as Kebi preaches the good new of how to make machine parts and gadgets that have enslave many a nations 4 such a long time but once every nation has learnt the same the the tyranny associate with such to the previously few nations who used to make such to threat those not making with sanctions if they fail to adhere to their ways will soon atrophy. The Good news sent to every nation via Instagram or Fb esp just googling every nation name then follow with news, like USA, Mexico, China news then send personal message as well as post on comments to reach large influx of people
If u place tetanus virus, made, i peoples food, 1 way or another it robs ya body shape as it denatures altogether ya body and many know not and help such people with denatured body to point figures to others a voodoo but so if it has affected the other person who has partaken ya food stuff. Get this straight dude!!!!!
If Dogs don’t want ya as somehow not friendly with ya, then precisely u can harbor green man gene, the Dogs never was friendly with them if u aint a criminal and the white people sponsor so many people all-over the world 4 that and many know not of that that they got the above and that’s why the hate directed to them or being sided as green man wanted things his ways and was doing everything to the later. Jamaicans are green blooded and 1 character of green-men they never like Cars but preferred motor/speed boats as majority were engineers.
They use drones in dark starless midnight to take clothing as used, bedding, pillows, duvets, bed sheets, used towels, shoes, socks or mattresses load them to Passenger drones get up-to 20 Km above the sky then to the sea where the ship is located then land on the ship where the above off-loaded b4 they get back to repeat the same process even 4, 2 months doing the same where such loaded are brought/shipped to Africa as 2nd hand/used clothes. Not 1 drones but many and they got their locations on land where such loading done after such gotten from shelters, Nursing homes and churches take to an agreed place per state to facilitate secrecy and the above, deluding folks its oil ship yet not to facilitate the above. But once we got E-vehicles now we wanna catch them handy b4 reproach as they have shown where no-fuel tanker will be seen on oceans to be like sunk to pollute water out of oil-spillage. This interns hamper the growth of African small clothing industries breeding unemployment which they claim they are fighting. This as well dubious plan is done in collaboration with African dignitaries.
In USA schools u cant wear clothing 4 more than 3 months b4 they give ya an outcry prompting buying of new attires which build the USA while leads to much used clothing brought to Africa encouraging the above. So remedy is to not give to charity or church ya used clothing as shoes but create personal friends with whom u help directly in Africa via Facebook or Instagram or any social media to grow the courier not corrupt government officials using the dubious ways below. Minaj and Robinson,u got me, i hear u dont wear ya thong twice or bra, am your personal friend now, send me such in courier like DHL so i pick up using security features like my body temp 36.4-6 depending with if i was resting or walking, pulse rate 68 and body fat composition index or the company can take finger prints of all its customer to facilitate the above as my Kenya ID no is 26540140. Click the link below 4 more
https://www.mideastdiscourse.com/2020/05/26/a-cold-war-is-heating-up-this-summer/?fbclid=IwAR2szk0LFesmreihD0eIx4uT1y7N1X-24z0qMqNWYnZxh0Q7-7L8PLggUoY
So much coffin around looking 4 customers, if u dont wanna work hard, dont disturb us dude, look at avenues u can die, we buy 1 we put u in. U aint a kid we stay with u yr out yr in without u leaving us to be on ya own as no exit plan. I did not give birth to ya neither u my baby period.
1 who can make gadgets can give it to another group of people to be accepted lest he place a camera gets to a room and u see a flash of light in dark boom b4 the lights are opened to see the real machine. Without such above it can destroy the whole society as women can cringed to such people without 2nd thought with like Kantaka Ghana, Innoson Nigeria or Bamba Tv Kenya, same people body structure to delude others they were yesterday looked down upon while now is outspoken their wisdom which aint the case as described above.
Click the link below 4 more dude
https://www.facebook.com/messages/t/371538973414457
When using carry1st as withdrawing cash online kinda, ya face drops off like in the song link below. Can take ya to hell, excuse will be we saw ya face drop off
https://www.google.com/search?q=face+drop+kingston&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-b-ab
The siren gas cylinder of a plane can be armored glass and even the airplane itself. Where with the siren gas cylinder, it can harbor a hole horizontally cross it where heavy led security lights are place to warm the gas inside as the inside of the same gas container contain reflectors mounted on the circumference at intervals, as alternating so not all side is the reflector, to create a pool of heat inside as the bulb lights are reflected to give it a hard time 4 the bulbs to burn which may fallen the plane. It lengthens the plain safety and elevate risks associated with plane fall as a result of the misfortune described above
With the 12 v step up transformer to 1000 volts, it means half of 12 Volts gives us still 500 v we can weld with, still 3 volts DC gives us 250 V to be used in households. So the starter comp producing 12-24 Volts is enough dude as in the link below
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2Fy_npCFF9GlI%2Fmaxresdefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dy_npCFF9GlI&tbnid=6aLF-BAXmz-mcM&vet=12ahUKEwijvLKF4NPpAhVE4BoKHVcwDBQQMygCegUIARDzAQ..i&docid=RZ7CFV9nkHxJkM&w=1280&h=720&q=12%20volts%20to%201000%20volts%20step%20up%20transformers%20images&client=firefox-b-ab&ved=2ahUKEwijvLKF4NPpAhVE4BoKHVcwDBQQMygCegUIARDzAQ
https://www.google.com/search?q=12+volts+to+1000+volts+step+up+transformers+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjy1aeZ39PpAhVDQRoKHTkmCd0Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=12+volts+to+1000+volts+step+up+transformers+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCAA6BAgAEEM6BAgAEB46BAgAEBhQhL0MWODYDWCW2w1oAHAAeACAAZACiAGWV5IBBjAuMy40N5gBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=qzTOXrLUDsOCabnMpOgN&bih=627&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-ab
Airplanes can move more than 1000 km/hr but the fear is the wings being chopped off the air out of much friction brought about now by at that speed needs a thicker metal which again harbors plane taking off to reduce our long distances in air. This can be achieved by making planes without the wings as with some missiles as seen in below links. Some places can sink, if they halt truth but it keeps on shifting from place to place, maybe they are praying, as synonymous with WSU or Britain as China cause they got all tools to bring solution yet still joining the playing dice with peoples destiny.
Do not now tint my image as u have been locked out in ya dirty deals of frustrating me like u have done to others, give evidence but lucky we are as all ya dubious ways are now blocked by the same fellow u tint his image, rather leave him alone earlier but now to little too late and continue in ya dirty business cause he never given it a hoot lest i come around like a boomerang and hurt ya
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Online cash dude
When using carry1st as withdrawing cash online kinda, ya face drops off like in the song link below. Can take ya to hell, excuse will be we saw ya face drop off
https://www.google.com/search?q=face+drop+kingston&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-b-ab
The siren gas cylinder of a plane can be armored glass and even the airplane itself. Where with the siren gas cylinder, it can harbor a hole horizontally cross it where heavy led security lights are place to warm the gas inside as the inside of the same gas container contain reflectors mounted on the circumference at intervals, as alternating so not all side is the reflector, to create a pool of heat inside as the bulb lights are reflected to give it a hard time 4 the bulbs to burn which may fallen the plane. It lengthens the plain safety and elevate risks associated with plane fall as a result of the misfortune described above
With the 12 v step up transformer to 1000 volts, it means half of 12 Volts gives us still 500 v we can weld with, still 3 volts DC gives us 250 V to be used in households. So the starter comp producing 12-24 Volts is enough dude as in the link below
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2Fy_npCFF9GlI%2Fmaxresdefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dy_npCFF9GlI&tbnid=6aLF-BAXmz-mcM&vet=12ahUKEwijvLKF4NPpAhVE4BoKHVcwDBQQMygCegUIARDzAQ..i&docid=RZ7CFV9nkHxJkM&w=1280&h=720&q=12%20volts%20to%201000%20volts%20step%20up%20transformers%20images&client=firefox-b-ab&ved=2ahUKEwijvLKF4NPpAhVE4BoKHVcwDBQQMygCegUIARDzAQ
https://www.google.com/search?q=12+volts+to+1000+volts+step+up+transformers+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjy1aeZ39PpAhVDQRoKHTkmCd0Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=12+volts+to+1000+volts+step+up+transformers+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCAA6BAgAEEM6BAgAEB46BAgAEBhQhL0MWODYDWCW2w1oAHAAeACAAZACiAGWV5IBBjAuMy40N5gBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=qzTOXrLUDsOCabnMpOgN&bih=627&biw=1024&client=firefox-b-ab
Airplanes can move more than 1000 km/hr but the fear is the wings being chopped off the air out of much friction brought about now by at that speed needs a thicker metal which again harbors plane taking off to reduce our long distances in air. This can be achieved by making planes without the wings as with some missiles as seen in below links. Some places can sink, if they halt truth but it keeps on shifting from place to place, maybe they are praying, as synonymous with WSU or Britain as China cause they got all tools to bring solution yet still joining the playing dice with peoples destiny.
Do not now tint my image as u have been locked out in ya dirty deals of frustrating me like u have done to others, give evidence but lucky we are as all ya dubious ways are now blocked by the same fellow u tint his image, rather leave him alone earlier but now to little too late and continue in ya dirty business cause he never given it a hoot lest i come around like a boomerang and hurt ya
The drone in the link below can be used to unplugged the grenade string to blow in a wireless way where u tied the drone with a hard rope as the other side connects to the being pulled to explode wire (safety pin ring) like gadget on the drone to detonated. U can place such like in a bucket or big container or just hidden open environment withing a structure.
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FHtN4bBXB7s8%2Fmaxresdefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DHtN4bBXB7s8&tbnid=rck_8ZJaa8BqoM&vet=12ahUKEwjW_PjfzdHpAhVM_IUKHVf_AikQMygAegUIARD2AQ..i&docid=G5jz5wasJ53ITM&w=1280&h=720&q=images%20of%20drones%20with%201%20propellar&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjW_PjfzdHpAhVM_IUKHVf_AikQMygAegUIARD2AQ
https://www.google.com/search?q=parts+of+a+grenade&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjkh9SDztHpAhUT_IUKHRItD2gQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=parts+of+a+grenade&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzICCAAyAggAMgYIABAFEB4yBggAEAgQHjIGCAAQCBAeOgQIIxAnOgQIABBDUPD7CViGmApgm6oKaABwAHgAgAHiAYgB_BuSAQYwLjEyLjaYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=OhbNXuSCOpP4lwSS2rzABg&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d
https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+toys+controlled+by+wifi&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjq87vVztHpAhXGwYUKHYVQBtMQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=images+of+toys+controlled+by+wifi&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECCMQJzoCCAA6BAgAEEM6BggAEAgQHlCYtgdY_54IYMurCGgAcAB4AIAB8AGIAaU0kgEHMC4xNi4xN5gBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=5hbNXuroH8aDlwSFoZmYDQ&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d
And the same can be done with any wireless toy structure being controlled via the remote, as shown above.
Dim ya kids bedroom lights even if all the security measures have been adhered to of curbing the efforts of those who use drones to get into peoples windows as described below and those they give gun to ambush ya or open ya other doors, those who transfigure. King of the jew and Christ with little kids to cement the reality of what Christ meant not ya own silly and sick interpretations which gets us no-where almost always. The above is done by converters or Dimmer switches in the links below- Christ with Division another version to bring out reality dude
https://www.elprocus.com/auto-intensity-control-of-street-lights-circuit/
https://www.conserve-energy-future.com/different-types-of-lighting-controls.php
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.delmarfans.com%2Fmedia%2Fiwd_blog%2Fimg%2Fl%2Fi%2Flight-dimmers-guide-header.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.delmarfans.com%2Feducate%2Flight-dimmers-guide%2F&tbnid=o_ia1_7t6pUsVM&vet=12ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMygqegQIARBe..i&docid=-yYm12QBKmqSmM&w=555&h=305&q=light%20intensity%20controlling%20switches%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMygqegQIARBe
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fhome-automations.net%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2019%2F10%2FLANBON-Wifi-Touch-Switch-Smart-Home-Light.png&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fhome-automations.net%2Fwi-fi-controlled-light-switch%2F&tbnid=W4oylms8GtQZ9M&vet=12ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMygmegQIARBW..i&docid=m1kVc_ueKglevM&w=800&h=800&q=light%20intensity%20controlling%20switches%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMygmegQIARBW
https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fimg.bhs4.com%2F50%2F9%2F5093bf9c60f325514458a08282f28de9cfeff25f_large.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.brighthubengineering.com%2Fdiy-electronics-devices%2F71336-make-a-simple-dimmer-switch-for-incandescent-lights%2F&tbnid=vWZWmztMZC21nM&vet=12ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMyggegQIARBK..i&docid=4GRc-M9x0OGiDM&w=600&h=600&q=light%20intensity%20controlling%20switches%20images&client=firefox-b-d&ved=2ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQMyggegQIARBK
https://www.google.com/search?q=types+of+dimmert+switches&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjbleL-z9HpAhVElRoKHXWQD5kQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=types+of+dimmert+switches&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECCMQJzoECAAQQzoCCAA6BQgAEIMBOgYIABAFEB46BAgAEBhQwY8EWMG9BGD4vgRoAHAAeACAAbICiAG_KJIBCDAuOC4xNS4xmAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=SRjNXpvNIsSqavWgvsgJ&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d
Who-ok ka, toka hapa, get out of here, KEBI warning any people, kinda, who dont listen in a voice of a drunkard who is now sober in the morning but, kinda, the hard liquor has messed with his throat as gives soft but somehow crocked voice which is fainting to signify reality not play. Ka-okbel kodi, hapa sinzuri na wewe, this far u have gone pleaseth many not, kinda, they see ya Jamaican and a survivor. This side or place not suitable 4 ya or u will atrophy as many he has told interprets and not to mention He warned Minaj and Robinson to monitor their ways, as not get into poor suburbs as those people got the explained above instincts with them. And he sees himself giving them the kinda of life deserved 4 them, no 1 else but only him, so goes ahead with such phrases as get out of here with that kind of tonal variation or voice described above. Kinda, to him many in this world are playing yet ought to be serious with life issues to achieve a better lifestyle collectively.
Kebi temp as per the new hand held machine showed below is 36.4, so fellows mark this, no impersonation when his pulse rate as well taken which the soldier tells me is around 68 point something not greater then digit 5, somewhere below .5 dude. Get it straight dude!!!!
https://www.google.com/search?q=jumia+hand+held+digital+thermometer&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjQoKb10tHpAhUIQhoKHaXRBgcQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=jumia+hand+held+digital+thermometer&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CwoAFY6KkBYISwAWgAcAB4AIAB1QGIAfcIkgEFMC41LjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=WxvNXpCHAYiEaaWjmzg&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d#imgrc=R3j8-LepUDNdGM
https://www.google.com/search?q=hand+held+Body+Fat+digital+Scales+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiHy6n209HpAhWG0YUKHXHPDCUQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=hand+held+Body+Fat+digital+Scales+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CI1wJYru8CYKP6AmgAcAB4AIABxAGIAeAOkgEEMC4xMJgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=aRzNXsfyJIajlwTxnrOoAg&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d
https://www.verywellfit.com/top-body-fat-monitors-3435133
A key-less car system even with starting the car, just like u place ya finger on a finger print scanner, the same way with ya car and boom it starts the car to hoot. Uses the 2 principles described above with any other 2 like body fat as explained above. 3 in 1 machine and even 4.
UK not hard now as its poor as people have got it, another poor is India, China and S-Korea not to mention Brazil with artificial maize exports and sugar which every nation has learn the same, but can import real 1.
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Ask/Drabble/Blurb/HC Masterlist: 4/19/2019
OK SO this is a compiled list of all the lil things ive written for various boys in asks!!!!!! I plan on updating the list monthly n its v hard to go back n keep track of asks so pls if i miss any let me kno!!!! ENJOY!!!!
this fts drabbles, blurbs, n hcs for Patrick Murray (Undrafted), Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk), Eugene Sledge (The Pacific), Joe Mazzello (himself lol), Queen, current! Brian n Roger, adult! Tim Murphy (Jurassic Park), n probably more!!! ur always welcome to send in more n im always working on more even if i am slow ilyall ty!!!!!
its not rly organized at all n the titles of the links r vague but i hope u enjoy n it all works,,, MOST R NOT SFW SO READ W CAUTION nothing is marked but this is a warning here,,, some r longer some r horter its kinda a crap shoot at this point but its not like a normal msterlist so ::// but i still hope u like again ily,,,
also this is messy n written mostly in short text speak so i apologize it might be hard to read :://
Pat Murray
me describing pats character in the best detail i can
moving in w pat
teasing ;;;)))
hes a show off lol (first time seeing him play)
hes a DOM
he steals ur panties rip
u sing n he loves it oof
pats british gf!!!!
introducing u to the boys (he gets a lil jealous)
hand holding!!
insecure pat ::””((
w a gf w mental health issues ::””((
MORE insecure pat omg ::””((
he LOVES ur hair lol
fuck buddies pt1
bELLy bULge
masturbating lol
geeky/nerdy gf!!
kink overview lol
wearing his jersey
virgin gf aw
fucking on the field under the stars
rly,,, hes soft,,
u flirt w another guy
omg guys he speaks in playlists
comforting him ::””))
intervening when he has a breakdown
who starts the relationship??
met thru his dad lol
hes a titty man
he spanks
soft aftercare uwu
he lets U dom ;;;)))
praise kink
frustrated subby pat
anons soft pat dream!!
u give him a massage ;;;)))
film nerd gf!!
another fuck buddies to proper lovers
could he sub??
coach dad pat!!!
another subby pat ;;;)))
Pat is sad so u ride him
pEgGiNg pAt
Gardner Langway
lil thing bout u getting him off in public ;;;)))
hes a SUB
lil thing bout sucking his dick
dom n edging short but sweet
smore edging lol
gardy n the rain ::””))
feeding him strawberries on ur anniversary
mOmmy kink
he! cant! help! himself!
finger,,, sucking,,,,
soft morning sex n his o face
fellas is it sexy to suck ur friends off
smore finger sucking its a thing
edging,,, again
we let him top for a sec
he helps u thru a rough day ::((
soft scared gf!!
a FULL day of teasing
spends all night telling u bout stamps ::””))
riding raw n cumming on stomach OOF
finding his parents???
some boat logistics lol
virgin gardy!!!
eating u out OOF
getting him a new watch uwu
bi!gf n soft gardy getting together
he gets sad about his parents ::””((
being domestic!!
YALL HAVE TEDDY BEARS
his first valentines w u im crying
he tops ;;;)))
facesitting
he leaves his socks on!!!
GORGEOUS CREATURE
v public gardy ;;;)))
u admire the duke ::””))
lil dick appreciation ;;;)))
his lil WAVE
lil bit bout thigh riding at a party lol
u kinda leave him hanging :://
soft date ideas ::””))
pulling his hair?? oof
catching him getting off
hes premature but its cute!!!
hiking w our unathletic boi uwu
a lil storyline about getting back together after a while ::””))
he sees his parents ::O
gardy eating u out to make u feel better ;;””))
“im gonna c(um)ry”
tired shower thigh sex whoo
pet names!!!
pubic hair preferences ::))
angry sex???
Gardy seeing u in a pretty white dress uwu
post movie life
Eugene Sledge
pEGGING
hes a lil spoon uwu
sLoW RiDiNg
softly playing guitar for him ::””))
he likes to suck titties ::))
thoughts on him never wearing his uniform again ::””((
fucks u hard after a nightmare ;;””))
going on holiday on a boat??
Eugene’s sexually aware gf oof
Joe Mazzello
mild priest hcs
double dates w rami n lucy!!!
hes touchy
HS!joe likes ass
sub joe
comforting him about his receding hairline rip
his singer gf!!
he gets ROUGH
thoughts on romcom!Joe
(mostly current!) Brian May
lazy morning sex ah
short random thoughts?? fic idea maybe??
soft moments ::””))
i just love him ok
Current Bri Fucks Me Up: A Mild Weird Thing
(current+70′s) hand kink anyone??
Tim Murphy
starting off right w pegging
The Holey Trinity+ (meaning drabbles of more than one person meaning lil bits for each including Pat, Gardner, Joe, Eugene, and Deaky) (ALL=ft. Queen as well as the boys)
P+G breaking the bed
G+J ass or tits??
G+J anal lol
J+P+G comforting u after a bad day ::((
Queen Boys w a gf w acrylic nails
P+E+D domestic scenes ::””))
E+P+G ur preggo omg!!!
P+G jamming out in the car together aw
Clusterfuck crossover anon!!
G+P+E comforting u when they find u cying ::””((
E+G+P engagement rings!!!
G+P awards shows scenarios w famous gf!!
G+P+E+J+D chubby gf!!! loml!!!
G+P+E+J+D sad gf moments ::””((
P+E+G happy birthday sex ;;;)))
P+E+G+J+D seeing u in suits oof
ALL (the boys) on whining, praise, n edging
ALL on marking up and dirty talk
P+E breeding kink ;;;)))
ALL+bonus Tim Murphy dancing around at 3am
Other
groupie thoughts ::))
mob!prof!Gwil thoughts (from @borhap-socials au)
rly lil short deaky BODY LANGUAGE thoughts,,,
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So I found a fan translation someone did of one of the Persona 4 (Vanilla game!) CD drama’s, it’s quite long...but I just want to post the parts that have Dojima and Adachi in them because...well, because it’s those two!
The translation/localisation was done by aatash on Livejournal.
So, more under the cut!
:: For the context of this particular excerpt, Dojima has returned home from work early, Adachi was tagging along.
The investigation team have been working on their homework::
Dojima: I'm home!
Adachi: Sorry for the intrusion!
Nanako: Dad!
Chie: Two excellent role models...
Nanako: Welcome home! You're back early!
Dojima: Yeah, I came back straight from the crime scene today.
Souji: Welcome home.
Dojima: Whoa, lots of people I see.
All: Sorry for the intrusion!
Nanako: Big Bro and the others are studying!
Dojima: Really? That's pretty passionate.
Naoto: We're not making much progress, I'm afraid.
Rise: Maybe you could teach us, Dojima-san!
Dojima: What? Me?
Adachi: Haha, you can't ask Dojima-san! He's never even taken the exam for a promotion before!
Dojima: Adachi... I'm more interested in a hands-on investigation.
Adachi: Sure, that's what you always say.
Rise: What about you, Adachi-san?
Adachi: I may not look like it, but I'm quite an elite.
Yosuke: Elite?
Teddie: That's a wind instrument.
Yukiko: That would make him a trombone.
Chie: I think you mean a flute!
Adachi: Let's see... Whoa! This is terrible! Single digits as far as the eye can see!
Kanji: That last part was unnecessary.
Adachi: Man, this brings back memories. What stuff are you learning in high school again? Mercury, Venus, Earth, Jupiter, Mars, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto?
Naoto: Adachi-san, Pluto is no longer considered a planet.
Adachi: What?!
Dojima: Looks like you just embarrassed yourself, Mr. Elite.
Adachi: W-Well...! What about the Taika Reforms in the year 640?
Chie: The Taika Reforms?
Adachi: Heh, that's not good, guys! You should work on your Japanese history.
Naoto: Are you talking about the Isshi Incident?
Adachi: Huh?
Chie: Oh, I've heard of that one! Fujiwara no Kamatari's involved, right?
Naoto: Prince Naka no Oe and Nakatomi no Kamatari. Later known as Emperor Tenji and Fujiwara no Kamatari, they assassinated Soga no Iruka in the Isshi Incident. The Taika Reforms occurred thereafter due to an imperial decree proclaimed by Prince Taishi--
Yukiko: I thought you were a science person, Naoto, but you're well-versed in history too.
Naoto: As a detective should be.
Yukiko: Really?
Chie: Just how super are detectives exactly?
Adachi: 1192 is the year the Kamakura shogunate was formed! ... that hasn't changed, right?
Kanji: There's no point in learning history if it changes.
Adachi: H-History has nothing to do with investigations anyway! That's just for the college entrance exams!
Yosuke: What subjects apply in investigations, then?
Dojima: First of all, you need to be good at Japanese literature. Adachi, you made a mistake with the victim's name the other time.
Adachi: Do-Dojima-san! You don't have to say that here!
L-Look! Once you use a computer too often, you tend to forget your kanji...
Dojima: Then why did you make that mistake on the computer?
Geography's important too, but this guy can't read a map for nuts. He got lost with the patrol car for 30 minutes once.
Adachi: The streets of Inaba are really narrow! They don't even show on the map!
Souji: Aah. I got lost when I first came here, too. There are quite a few places to visit, like the riverside and the shopping arcade...
Adachi: It's complicated, isn't it? When I first got here, I lost my way even when I asked for directions. It was terrible!
Chie: That's an elite?
Yosuke: Makes you wonder what we're studying for.
Teddie: Ohhh! I know what you're talking about! I saw it on TV! Because the economy is going into a recession, businesses are trying to stay afloat by laying off their employees!
Yosuke: So close and yet so far!
Dojima: Anyone hungry?
Souji: We've had dinner. Kanji made croquettes for us. I'm sorry, we weren't sure when you would return, so there aren't any left...
Dojima: No worries. We'll eat outside. Let's go, Nanako.
Nanako: I want a hamburger!
Dojima: Sure.
Adachi: Since we're going out, why don't we go for a Korean barbecue?
Dojima: Why don't you go home?
Adachi: Oh c'mon, you said you'd order take-out for us!
Dojima: They can't study if we're around!
Souji: That's not true.
Adachi: That's why you owe me a treat!
Dojima: What do you mean, "that's why"? Geez. Come on, let's go.
Don't let the girls stay too late, you hear!
Guys: Yes, Sir.
Adachi: Okay, thanks for having me over!
:: Later on in the CD drama, there’s a sports festival going on at the school::
Nanako: Big Bro!
Souji: Nanako! What's wrong? Shouldn't you be with Teddie?
Dojima: Yo. Work ended earlier than I expected. It's not your turn yet, right?
Souji: Dojima-san!
Adachi: Hi~
Naoto: Adachi-san?
Adachi: He made me give him a ride in the patrol car. You're a slave-driver, Dojima-san!
Dojima: Shut up! Go home already.
Adachi: Since I'm here, I might as well watch you run before I leave.
Nanako: You're running, dad?
Dojima: There can't be any competitions for me to run in...
Naoto: Ah! I believe there is still a competition for family members...
Announcer: We will now accept family members for the three-legged race. If you wish to apply, please proceed to the admin committee's tent.
Souji: Dojima-san.
Nanako: Is Big Bro and dad gonna take part?
Souji: You are, Nanako.
Nanako: Me?
Dojima: Let's run together, Nanako.
Nanako: But I'm really slow. We won't win first place.
Dojima: We don't need to win first place.
Nanako: But dad, you've always gotten first place.
Dojima: I just want to run with you. Don't you want to run with me?
Nanako: Nuh uh. I want to run with you, dad!
Naoto: I will take care of the application, then.
Yukiko: Ah! Naoto-kun, you shouldn't move.
Souji: I'll do it!
Dojima: Wow, he's fast.
Adachi: Dojima-san, don't get too enthusiastic! You might fall!
Dojima: Who do you think I am?
Adachi: Well there's no point in getting first place, right?
Dojima: Yeah there is.
Adachi: There's a prize?
Yukiko: Ah... um... if you win first place, you'll get vouchers to stay at Amagi Inn...
Adachi: Really? That works then.
Dojima: That's not the point, idiot.
Souji: I've entered you just in time for the race.
Dojima: Okay. We'll be right back. Hold my jacket for me.
Souji: Sure.
Dojima: Let's go, Nanako.
Nanako: 'Kay!
Adachi: Dojima-san definitely knew about this race.
Souji: What?
Adachi: He forced himself to finish all his reports so we could get here in time.
Souji: I see.
Adachi: Man... guess I provided some assistance to your family! Hehehe...
Souji: Thank you very much.
Adachi: It's nothing. I didn't do it for you, anyway...
Track 9
Dojima: There we go. Is the string around your legs too tight?
Nanako: Nope, it's okay.
Dojima: Let's practice a little.
Nanako: Okay.
Dojima: On the count of two, we move our legs. We should decide which leg. How about the left? Ready, set... one, two--!
Nanako: Dad... when I move my right leg, you have to move your left leg.
Dojima: Ahhhh, I see. Sorry, sorry.
Announcer: Participants of the second race, please gather at the starting point.
Dojima: All right! Let's go.
Nanako: Okay!
Announcer: On your mark, set...
Dojima & Nanako: One, two, one, two (x repeat)
Chie: Nanako-chan! Dojima-san! You can do it!
Rise: Hey, they're doing pretty well!
Yukiko: Yes! They've bypassed one pair, so they're in second place!
Naoto: Perhaps... it is altogether possible...
Girls: Ah!
Yosuke: They fell!
Chie: It's okay, Nanako-chan!
Naoto: It is all right. Dojima-san is providing a nice follow-up. They have dropped a few places, but...
Souji: Nanako...
Rise: Nanako-chan! Just a little more!
Announcer: Participants of the third race, please gather at the starting point.
Nanako: Fourth place...
Dojima: We fell, huh. Did it hurt?
Nanako: I'm okay.
Dojima: Then let's go back to the rest.
Nanako: I'm sorry, dad.
Dojima: You don't need to apologize.
Nanako: But we didn't get first place.
Dojima: Did you want first place?
Nanako: I wanted to get that with you.
Dojima: So you didn't like running with me because we didn't win first prize?
Nanako: No...
Dojima: Then it's all right. Fourth place is very good, you know.
Nanako: ... yeah!
Dojima: C'mon, let's go back.
Nanako: Okay!
Souji: Welcome back. You did your best, Nanako.
Nanako: Uh huh! We fell, but I tried my hardest!
Souji: Yes. You did well.
Nanako: Look what I got! It's a consolation prize! Jumbo pencils! We got four of them, so I'm splitting them in half with dad. We have matching pencils!
Dojima: Hehe... they're a little long for a police organizer, but they're not bad.
Adachi: What!? You got mad at me when I stuck stickers on my organizer!
Dojima: This is different!
:: Eventually the baton race that Souji entered starts and determined not to undermine everyone else’s efforts, he throws himself into that race with full zeal!::
Announcer: And now, Class 2-2 has passed their baton!
Yosuke: Ohh! He's in the last place, but he's starting off at full power! Awesome! As expected of my partner!
Yukiko: You can do it!
Chie: Go for gold!
Nanako: Big Bro!
Yukiko: You can do it!
Adachi: Whoa... sweat flying everywhere. What's he getting so worked up for?
Dojima: It doesn't matter. Sometimes you choose to do things without reason.
Adachi: It's dumb, I tell you!
Dojima: You can't call yourself an adult if you don't get passionate about something.
Adachi: Right... anyway, I'm heading home. I've already seen your brave attempt.
Dojima: You're leaving now? He's gonna win, you know.
Adachi: Heh, you're such a doting guardian... Catch you later.
:: And as an extra, here’s the actors sign-off at the end of the CD drama, I just found this rather sweet! ::
Daisuke: Thanks for the hard work, everyone.
I'm Namikawa Daisuke and I play the main character. Once again, thank you for buying this CD.
Um... well, this is volume 3 of the Persona 4 Drama CD collection, so it's quite a happy occasion. It means we've managed to produce a third volume thanks to your purchases.
Well, as always, the main character is... hmm, because he's the main character... as always, he doesn't have a name and no one ever calls him by name.
Thanks to his calm personality, I got through the recording without damaging my throat.
The theme for this CD is: doing your best isn't uncool.
That's a good theme!
I really like that. It's a phrase I can easily relate to, so it struck a chord in me. I had a lot of fun with the other voice actors again, and the main character is much closer to the other characters now.
I think he has gotten a little brighter. He's slowly doing his best to mix in and get more familiar with the rest, step by step. To me, the door to his heart is like a thick, iron door, which is finally opening. I will work hard for future volumes, so thank you again, everyone!
This was Namikawa Daisuke.
Shotaro: Hi, I'm Morikubo Shotaro and I play Hanamura Yosuke. Thanks for the hard work, everyone.
All: Thanks for the hard work.
Shotaro: Regarding sports festivals, my high school was really strong in baseball and American football, so we had tons of guys with great physique.
Um... my homeroom teacher actually told me not to participate because it could get dangerous. It was so bad that the teacher told me to sit out for the pole crash.
Madono: (overlap) The pole crash, huh? That's a dangerous one.
Shotaro: It was really scary, yeah. One of my friends from the soccer club actually lost his front teeth... and got kneed by some guy from another class. Memories of my aggressive school returned through this CD!
Yep. There were lots of shocking incidents, but I hope you enjoyed it!
Coming up next is someone even more shocking. The person who has... tissue... in her glasses.
All: LOL
Yui: Yes... I'm Horie Yui and I play Satonaka Chie. Thanks for the hard work, everyone.
All: Thanks for the hard work.
Yui: Um, just to briefly touch on my glasses... glasses have several parts, you know, the bit supported by the ears and the part that connects the main frame, and the screw from the last part recently came off.
I wasn't sure what to do, so I twisted a piece of tissue paper, tried pushing it through the hole, and it actually worked. It's holding up pretty well too, so I'm using it as part of my glasses--
Shotaro: You shouldn't do that!
Madono: You wore that for a week?
Yui: A week... but it really feels totally stable!
Shotaro: You had tissue glasses for a week?
Yui: Yes, I had tissue glasses.
Madono: Get it fixed already!
Shotaro: What about the other side?
Yui: I might get it repaired if the screw comes out on the other side too, but it works surprisingly well, so please give tissue a try if your glasses get spoilt. Okay, thank you very much!
Kanda: Ah, you're done?
Ami: I'm Koshimizu Ami and I play Amagi Yukiko. Thanks for the hard work, everyone!
Well... it's been a long time since we've had a recording for Persona 4, so I was a little nervous when we first started, but I was very happy to have the chance to play Yukiko again.
Also, um... it's been a while since the game, but meeting up with the rest again was like... how should I put it? Like a reunion of sorts! That's how I felt.
Yep, yep.
Um, this CD focused on a sports festival, and Yukiko gave her support in her own special way, so... wow, I think everyone had magnificent ways of giving support! I've learned a lot! I hope there will be more continuations to come! Thank you again for the hard work!
Thank you very much!
Seki: Okay! I'm Seki Tomokazu and I play Tatsumi Kanji. So, we've made it up to volume 3 of the Drama CD collection!
We've worked together for a while, but I still hope we can keep this up. Um... it's a game I actually managed to play to the very end, so I like it very much.
It'd be great if there's more stuff produced besides the Drama CDs. Um... with regards to Kanji, he has far more lines in volume 3 than the last two, so it was great for me! Thank you very much.
Kappei: As always, everyone has interesting comments. Anyway, I'm Yamaguchi Kappei and I play Teddie. Thanks for the hard work, everyone.
All: Thanks for the hard work.
Kappei: So, a sports festival huh? It feels like ages since I've been to one. Somehow, it's... well... um... wow, I really can't remember. It was really a while ago!
Well the theme for this CD is: doing your best isn't uncool.
We only do the stuff we think we can do.
So we have to be confident! And the Class 2-2 cheer was interesting, wasn't it? Humans naturally get caught up in that sort of thing. Of course, this is the finished product, so I'm sure you heard a very good cheer, but I have to tell you, we took many tries to record this cheer properly.
Shotaro: Just to say "Class 2-2", right?
Kappei: Right. We only do the stuff we think we can do. We learned that lesson thoroughly. Also, it was a very fun CD as always, and we had great conversations that made us laugh very hard.
The work was tough, but this series will continue; or at least, I really hope we can continue this series. Um... I hope you found it interesting.
Yep! The next person is uh... Risette, right?
Rie: Yes!
Kappei: Okay. Please do the honors!
Rie: Okay!
Rie: I'm Kugimiya Rie and I play Kujikawa Rise. Thanks for the hard work, everyone.
All: Thanks for the hard work.
Rie: Everyone is making such interesting comments, so I'm not really sure what to say.
I think I'll just saw a few words and pass it on to the next person... I really don't have much to say, so, um.. if I have to make a comment, the Class 2-2 call was really... really... well, I do wonder why I'm always making the odd comment on the side.
Kappei: And meanwhile Yosuke has so many lines.
Shotaro: You don't have to put it that way.
Rie: That's true. Yosuke-san always pops into the picture. Then I'd get stunned by his appearance. I don't think you can hear that from the finished product. But anyway, I hope the Persona 4 Drama CD collection will keep growing!
So thank you very much! The next person, please go ahead.
Paku: I'm Paku Romi and I play Shirogane Naoto.
Um... for this CD, Naoto said a lot of difficult words again. I really adore Naoto and this is one of my favorite roles, but the one problem I always face is that Naoto uses a lot of difficult words.
I wish I could have the extent of her knowledge, but really... um... whether you're smart or not, you can be anything you like as long as you work hard.
I think this is amazing. No matter how old you are, I think working hard towards that one goal is an extremely wonderful thing to do, so even if I become an old grandma, I'll do my best to live an ambitious life.
I hope you will all listen to this drama CD and reach for your goal as well. Let's live a passionate life together! That's all!
This was Paku Romi.
Kanda: That was Paku-san's comment.
Kappei: Man, Paku Romi's so interesting!
Kanda: She's amazing, isn't she? Yes! Hello, I'm Kanda Akemi and I play Dojima Nanako! Thanks for the hard work, everyone! Great job!
All: Thanks for the hard work.
Kanda: The focus is on the sports festival for this CD, but I don't really have any memories... of my sports festival. I can't remember a thing. I wonder what happened at my sports festival, but...
Shotaro: A sports festival happened, that's all.
Kanda: *giggles* This time, Nanako-chan managed to run a three-legged race with her dad, so I was really happy with that scene.
The highlight for Nanako this CD is um... her dad's little mutter at the very, very end, so everyone, please listen carefully to the very last part of the CD!
With that, I would like to pass the mike onto my dad!
Unsho: I'm Ishizuka Unsho and I play Dojima Ryotaro.
Shotaro: Could you start talking after you get to the mike?
Unsho: It's okay, the mike caught my voice. It's fine.
Meat is great, isn't it? Right? Once you get to my age, thick meat is kind of painful.
All: *LOL*
Shotaro: You talked about Korean barbecue?
Unsho: I did, yeah.
Uh... sports event, was it? That was so long ago, I've completely forgotten what it was like.
I don't remember running or anything, but I do remember cheering for people. In the back of the mountains - I lived in the countryside, see - in the back of the mountains, we were supposed to cheer loudly for classmates on the school grounds.
We were told to cheer loud enough for a girl sitting on the school grounds to hear us and turn around - man, we were so rural, cheering in the mountains - and I kept thinking, there's no way she'll turn around!
I couldn't say that because it was my Senpai who told us to do that, but it was impossible anyway. That's what I remember of my sports events. Sports events... usually they're held in the fall, but nowadays they have them in spring, right?
Shotaro: Ah, yeah...
Unsho: That's what I've heard. But when I think of sports events, I still think of fall.
Anyway, allow me to call on my Senpai.
Hey, Senpai. Please do the honors. I've changed, you know.
Madono: Please stop.
Um... sorry about that. I'm Madono Mitsuaki and I play Adachi Tohru.
This is normal for you guys, but it's my first time appearing in a drama CD. Did you know that?
Shotaro: No we didn't!
Madono: Well it is. Nice to meet you.
Yui: Nice to meet you~!
Madono: I'm Adachi Tohru-kun. I just heard about this earlier, but... um... actually, fans have been asking for Adachi Tohru to appear on the drama CDs.
Kappei: Oh!
Shotaro: Really!
Madono: They were like, bring him out! Why isn't he out yet? Because they kept asking for him, he finally appeared!
All: Ohh...
Madono: Some of you are nodding. So.. the voices of fans are important!
Yui: Yes.
Madono: I'm sure everyone here feels the same way! Right, Namikawa? "Yes, that's right." Namikawa-kun agrees!
Rie: Is that how he sounds like?
Madono: Right, Paku Romi? "Yes, that's right."
Shotaro: They sound the same.
Unsho: They do!
Madono: Who else is there? Ahhh, Seki, Seki, Seki. Right, Seki? You agree, don't you? "Yeah!"
All: *lol*
Shotaro: You laugh right after you say it!
Madono: Right, Koshimizu? "You're right!"
Shotaro: We get it! We get it already! That's enough!
Unsho: You actually did it four times...
Madono: We all feel that way, so fans... please keep pushing for Persona 4. Thank you for supporting us. I'm the last one, right?
Shotaro: Yes.
Madono: So... please buy the CD. Thank you very much!
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🤍 uwu
WHO DOES WHAT FOR LOVE? ( not accepting! )
Who cooks meals for the other?
— jesper bc when has sirius ever cooked himself a meal :T
Who spams the other with memes?
— both?? i feel like sirius sends more memes, but jesper references them the most.
Who likes to tidy around the house?
— sirius bc he’s a helpful lad and not a slob!
Who likes to play pranks on the other?
— both of them. how is this a question? they r constantly at war
Who asked the other to move in with them?
— jesper, bc sirius’ home life is. well...... ( laughs but sobs )
Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?
— both of them bc they have very similar taste in music :)
Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?
— jesper bc sirius is short and therefore an easy target lmao. rip sirius you’ll be missed
Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?
— jesper bc sirius has nightmares afterwards otherwise : /
Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?
— sirius...? maybe? i just feel like he’d be more tech savvy / quicker to learn what smth is than jes who sort of just. barely uses his gadgets
Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?
— jesper bc sirius is, and u can quote me on this, a repressed fool
Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?
— it is a fucking wonder either of them wake up on time for anything, lets leave it at that
Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?
— jesper :) mostly bc he’s pretty but also bc he’s trying to get ugly pics and its not always successful
Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?
— neither of them, how dare u
Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?
— neither of them snore but jesper has rolled over sirius tiny lil ass a couple of times
Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?
— i just think they’d play sims together..... no need for mercy......with the Sims.
Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?
— jesper but sirius always just follows him to the bathroom n scratches at the door when its closed NO IM JK
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137 - The Mudstone Abyss part 3
Kevin: If this had been an actual emergency, this signal would be followed by screaming and chaos.
Welcome to Desert Bluffs.
Hello, Desert Bluffs! It has been exactly one week since language resumed functioning.
We are all of course relieved to finally be able to greet neighbors once again with a friendly “You should smile more!”
But sometimes with good news comes bad news. It’s also been exactly one week since all construction on the Mudstone Abyss was halted. There are still several creeping shadows roaming about the dig site, causing everyone who goes near there to become so overwhelmed with joy that they run away screaming. It’s unclear why the shadows are still there. We don’t know what they want. Some have said they want us to dig no further, and that these shadows are responsible for our loss of language. I think they came out to see the beautiful craftsmanship on our Mudstone Abyss.
Mayor Lauren Mallard called for a halt to construction despite adamant protests from the media. The media spent the past week constantly texting and calling the mayor, telling her construction must continue, because it has been the media’s dream since childhood to bring a grand physical testament to the Smiling God’s endless happiness and love. But the mayor has been slow to respond. She’s probably busy scheduling contractors to restart work on the monument. Maybe the media should try texting the mayor again.
[typing noises] Why… is construction… still… halted… Lauren? Oh, that sounds a bit aggressive. Let’s brighten that tone a bit with… oh, bleeding gums emoji… spider with human eyes emoji, cry-laughing emoji, there we go.
The mayor and I have been close for a long time. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I think our more difficult times were back when we used to run a company together. We had some typical disagreements over who was in charge. She thought that because she was the president of the company, she should have final say on all decisions. Whereas I knew that I was one of the Smiling God’s chosen prophets, and our all-loving devourer would not choose a prophet who made mistakes. I believe ceasing construction was a mistake. Certainly our mayor thinks digging the Mudstone Abyss is somehow connected to our loss of language, and I appreciate her concern, but there is only anecdotal evidence to support this.
More on this story as it develops.
But first, I wanted to tell you that Charles and I went out again! Originally, Charles and I were going to go to the opening of the Georgia O’Keeffe exhibit at the Desert Bluffs Museum of Art. This exhibit features many of O’Keeff’s famous flower paintings, but reimagined as if O’Keeffe were a joyous worshipper of the Smiling God. Artist at the museum have painted large smiles and centipedes over O’Keeffe’s originals, and the result is apparently quite powerful and moving.
Then Charles and I planned to have another luxurious dinner at Vermillion, but at the last minute, Grandma Josephine and her demons told him they weren’t available to babysit Charles’ five-year-old Donovan, and we couldn’t find a babysitter.
So instead Charles, Donovan and I spent the day at the Desert Bluffs’ Spinning Smiles amusement park. We rode the Spine Compressor, the Esophagus Remover, and a brand new roller coaster called Intentional Sepsis. Donovan was really delighted by all the struggling actors dressed in stuffy unvented animal costumes. Donny got his picture taken with one person dressed as a smiling tortoise. We could hear the man in the costume panting heavily and begging for water. Donny turned to the tortoise and said: “The sun calls for sacrifice because the sun loves all that it sees.” The man inside rasped: “Air! Please! I don’t know where I am! Please!” and passed out. [chuckles] Donny giggled right as Charles took the photo. It was actually really adorable. What a great memory to capture!
We went back to Charles’ house and made sandwiches and watched cartoons, but Donny wasn’t interested in the television, he just played with his toy planes, zigging and zagging them over his head, turning and swirling them in reckless fits. I hope he does not grow up to be a pilot.
I sat next to Charles on the couch, mesmerized by the motion of Donny’s planes until Charles and I fell asleep. Around 2 AM, I woke up. Donovan had put himself into bed and Charles was snoring softly against my shoulder. I carefully stood up and pulled Charles’ legs onto the sofa. The whole day had made me happy, but not in the way I wanted to be happy about it. happiness should be something you have, not something you take. I placed a blanket over him and drove home.
I’m getting an update that Mayor Lauren Mallard is holding a press conference at City Hall. Let’s hear her speech live.
Lauren: People of Desert Bluffs, after discussions with City Council as well as some prominent and very knowledgeable members of the media, I have decided to reopen construction of the Mudstone Abyss. I know many people are frightened by the shadow beings drifting around the dig site, as well as the ones lurking in and around your homes, but there is nothing to fear. These shadows are merely the impure souls of those devoured and then later (disgorged) [0:07:52] by the Smiling God. They’re not worthy of your fear. These shadows don’t even have faces. We cannot discern their intentions or feelings. They move around in quick jerks and starts, flickering in and out of our vision, sometimes standing just behind us while sloowly tilting their heads. And unless you’re looking in a mirror, there’s no way you can even see that.
So I’m not sure why you’re all freaking out. Plus they are completely intangible. [chuckling]Watch! There’s one right now, passing in front of me. I’m whipping my hand back and forth right through it. it can’t do anything, it’s just a shadow! It can’t eve smile. [chuckles] Construction resume at 7 AM sharp on Monday. We’ve assigned every citizen a daily 8-hour time slot with two 10 minute breaks. We’ve also hired some clowns to come by to keep everyone smiling. As a former corporate president, I know first hand how important laughter is for maintaining a healthy work environment. Skeleton silverfish! What, uh? Silverfish French press carbuncle. I can’t pillowcase slapstick? Uuh, plenty of hibiscus! Yeah.
Kevin: Ah, Mayor Mallard! Such a way with words. Well you heard her, it’s a joyous day. In fact, probably a future holiday. I cannot wait to start digging again next week, Desert Bluffs! Let’s look now at the Community Calendar. These are probably the last non-construction events we’ll have for a couple of weeks.
On Wednesday afternoon at Morning Bird Records, the Society for Painless Living will be holding a protest march against the construction of the Mudstone Abyss. Well, I don’t usually read press releases for such tiny events, but I guess there might be one or two people who want to exercise their right to assembly. So if this sounds like something you’re interested in, I guess you should go to the march, and then think about all the joy the Smiling God has give you and question your motives for refusing to appreciate it.
Thursday morning, the Citizens of Free Will will host a sit-in at the Sunlite All-day Diner to demonstrate their opposition to the Mayor’s order for mandatory labor on the Mudstone Abyss. Huh.
Oh this looks netter! Thursday afternoon, the Natural Smiles theatre company- I love that name! – is opening their new play, “The Pit of Ruin”. Playwright Danika Lopez says her work is an (--) [0:10:36] parable about the arrogance of religion, government and media. Lopez’ play, according to their press material, tells a story of a bloviating radio host.. who overreaches his position, enslaving an entire town in order to feed his hunger for religious power. I like the sound of this theatre company less and less. There has to be some community event that’s actually fun in here.
Friday morning, the People for Clean Sharp Teeth will be burning Kevin the radio host in effigy. I don’t… understand.
[long beat] I’d like to spend more time on this. Explaining to you, dear listeners, that my happiness is not yours to take. I’d like to have all afternoon to teach you about how you must receive your own joy by making joy, rather than destroying others’ joy. But I cannot spend any time on this, because I’m getting word that Mayor Mallard is being forcibly removed from her podium at City Hall! A large crowd of unsmiling people overtook the Mayor and the city council. The crowd used a tattoo gun to draw a permanent frown on the Mayor’s face, which effectively exiles her from this community. The crowd is chanting: “Pete Ma’s handlebars, Pete Ma’s handlebars!” The police have tried using their bullhorns to call for order, but instead of words they’re emitting bird chirps. Language seems to be failing us again.
Desert Bluffs, I need you to remain calm. I need you to take a deep breath and think positive thoughts. Think about the Smiling God, its mammoth wriggling form and thousands of legs emerging from the earth and devouring your body. Envision your whole self nestled in the moist, loving belly of the divine beast. Smile while you do it, Desert Bluffs. Keep smiling. Keep – I’m getting a phone call. Oh, it’s from Charles! Maybe he found a babysitter.
Hey Charles, I was just thinking about you. You know there’s a night club that opened last month? It’s called No Exit. I thought maybe we could drop off Donny with Josephine this evening and then… Uh huh. So you called to see if I wanted to go to the zoo with you and Donny this afternoon instead? Uh.. W-well, I was just looking at the weather and I’m not sure if today’s the day to… It’s not. Charles. I have the weather report right here.
Listen.
[“Hymn #101” by Joe Pug]
I figured it out, Desert Bluffs. The mob outside City Hall has dispersed. They returned Lauren Mallard with her tattooed frown to her position as mayor, but city bylaws prohibit anyone incapable of smiling from serving in that position. So for now, we have no mayor. The drifting shadows around the Mudstone Abyss have dissipated, returning whatever other otherworld they came from, and the construction has begun again at the monument dig site, several days ahead of schedule.
I figured it out. During our phone call, Charles was getting flustered. I asked what was wrong and he said Donovan was distracting him by swinging his toy planes around again. I told Charles to focus on us and not worry about what Donovan was doing.
“We can’t talk about us, Kevin, without worrying about what Donovan is doing,” he snapped at me. “Donovan is us. That’s the deal, OK?”
And I was hurt. I wasn’t smiling. I don’t like criticism, it makes me sad, and then mad, and then – confused.
Listeners, I don’t often use strong language, so if your ears are sensitive to vulgarity, turn the volume down for a few seconds. I hate! Not being happy. I hate it! There, I said it. I’m sorry.
I thought about what Charles said. I thought about his teeth, his chest, his hair, his snoring, his smile. I thought about Donovan. I thought about Donovan swinging those toy planes around above his head, like the birds in that dream every one of us has every single night. You know, where the birds zig and zag across a blood red sky, recklessly turning and swirling in panicked fits. Donovan’s planes were, in fact, moving in the exact same pattern as those birds. I figured it out. Each movement, each turn, each path of each plane was identical to those birds’ paths.
Listeners, it’s not a dream. It’s a message. The shadows do not speak in our mouthy languages, but in shapes and patterns. I interrupted Charles to tell him this. I told him to take Donny to the Mudstone Abyss. I told him to bring Donny’s planes. Charles and Donny approached the shadowy figures. The gathered crowd called to them to stop, to move no closer to the shadows, but all the crowd could yell was “cabbage coat hangers!” Charles then presented Donny to the shadows, and they flickered as he zigged and zagged his planes above his head. And then – a miracle happened. Glowing dotted lines appeared in the paths of the toy planes. A radiant geometry, triangles and stars and hexagons. The shapes began to connect to each other, circles forming spheres, triangles forming pyramids. The shadows raised their arms and disappeared. Donny stopped flying his planes around, but the dotted lines hung in mid air, an unreadable but completely comprehensible message to the now silent crowd.
They figured it out. One by one, the people returned to the dig site and began carving the shapes they had just seen into the mudstone. As people grew tired and stepped away for rest breaks, they found that their words had returned to them. And when they went back to digging more, they fell silent again, but only because they felt more comfort in their new spatial language of shapes and motion. The anger over the construction was no more. Citizens came together, not just out of a common communication, nor for the good of a great monument, but because happiness finally showed itself to them, and they discovered their own paths to peace. Through the pride of choosing the hard work, for the benefit of all.
Charles called to tell me how excited he was for me. “You figured it out,” he said. “Kevin, you figured it out.”
I told him: “Donny figured it out. He didn’t spout a solution in words, but in deeds. You should be proud of your son, Charles, I said. I am proud of him.”
I didn’t say anything else. I need more time to know what else to say. Soon, we’ll go visit the zoo. Hopefully soon we’ll have a night to ourselves. To drink, to dine, to dance, and late at night in a quiet home, to dream a dream of diving birds, of love and language. And we will wake up the same people in a different place. The earth will have moved, the clocks will have moved, the sun will not have moved. But we will wake and we will smile, and we will do our best to understand ourselves and others.
Desert Bluffs, I didn’t figure out the language of the abyss, Donny did. I didn’t figure out what the language intended, you did. What I figured out was that I sometimes push too hard. I will do my best to not do that. We are building this monument because you want to. I want to too, but I’m glad you found your own way here. Lauren, tattooed frown scrawled crooked on her face, is standing over the pit and staring at the shapes the dream has shown us, as though reading messages only she could understand. She is muttering strange syllables to herself and staring at obvious malice at the workers in the pit. So even she has found a hobby in this – post-mayoral life.
Thank you, Desert Bluffs. I love this town. I’m happy you do too.
Stay tuned next for the sound a child makes upon seeing a giraffe in real life.
And as always,
Until next time, Desert Bluffs,
Until next time.
Today’s proverb: Kangaroos are deer abbreviated.
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This is... going to be a bit long. sorry, mobile users. The ocs are listed by team!
SPLATOON 1 TEAMS
ROKA/OLIVIA/AGENT 3. A bit of a lovable goof, with caring too much for her little inkling body. Fierce in battle. Yes, she gets the scar in the OE arc, but the OE arc goes a bit differently in the story due to... reasons? yeah, reasons. She goes missing for a full year and that’s when Akim takes up the Agent 4 handle.
MINT TEA/PAIVA. A bit of a gossip, but also a wall of support. Wants to cheer everybody up, but is hiding issues of her own. Close friends with Roka. A possible ship with roka, as well. She’s the second leader of the team, and the only one in contact with Roka, right up until her disappearance. Oops. Literally the only one with a picture like this.
GLASSES/HENRIETTA. I did not know that the splatoon manga glasses was known as glasses, and this is awkward. and also full moon is a thing and AGH. anyway glasses. Seems to be a sarcastic little piece of shit, but honestly it’s just a front to her inner core. Of someone who likes to snipe and have fun. Wonder what caused her to be like that? hm.
Bandanna/Daphyne. She exudes an aura of edge, an aura of Not Caring... but she really does care... a lot more than she lets on. Will Fight anybody who disses her pals. Honestly a teen girl at heart. Loves black.
RETRO/AKIM/AGENT 4. A bit of a prick, but the kind of prick you know doesn’t mean his words. He’s kind of skilled in battle with his roller, which makes this W O R SE !! a big fan of music, and gaming, and also being gay. he makes jokes about that a lot.
SPECS/MARK: you know the stereotypical nerd? stays in a bedroom most of the day, tinkering around with stuff? That’s Specs! He likes to play video games with Retro, and... oh, look at that, another ship. Wow. Analytical!
SUNNY/GWEN. Similar to another person, she appears to not care, while caring a lot. Apathetic seeming, but able to come out of her core to care. Probably has a lot of interests from her girlfriend...
RAINY/SARAH. She’s fueled by a firey passion most of the time, but it tends to fizzle out quickly, and that’s how she and Sunny met, basically. Not pictured is the Traditional Headband she wears. Yes, she and Sunny are girlfriends. yay matching outfits.
PAINT! Er, she looks... not like this as much? Her gloves cover her fingers, and her hairstyle is the enemy octo hairstyle! In the ‘first game’ aka the first arc, she actually wears the paintball mask which covers her whole face, and also mains chargers. She just switched to brella in the second game. Shy, kind of nervous, but willing to put her foot down when push comes to shove. Er, she also has to be pushed to that point. Poor girl.
FISHFRY. A super out-there kinda kid. sorry, some ocs don’t have much personality. He will Protecc Paint with his life. Probably does research and field expeditions for her.
PEAKS. Proud of her role in battle, and probably the first one Paint trusted with the secret of her being an octoling, and the one best fit to break the news.
VECTOR. Full Attacc mode. Fueled by battle, loves to battle. Whenever Paint is taken off guard, she’s probably the one there to back her up.
ZEKKO. Leader of the Marksmen. Sorry there isn’t much about him. he’s definitely gay tho? Loves bothering the other players with his gun.
PANEL. A bit of a nerd, though he hides it behind his huge blaster.
SQUIDMARK. Reclusive? shows little emotion, but its definitely there.
CHECK. Loves the feeling of his hair. Probably more muscly than you would gather from his shirt.
SATIN. Loves this style and doesn’t get why people laugh at her scuba mask. knows what she’s doing in battle, but... not much outside of it.
CANCEL. Tends to ignore the outside world for her daydreams, even in battles, and still does well?? how does this team function
Ah, this is how they function. PARKA. Aka the straight person- well, they’re nonbinary and are hiding their ponytail in that hat of theirs. The person who sets the team straight and directs them in the right direction. Beakons help.
Zink. Just as odd as the rest of his team. He says his headband helps him, when it very clearly doesn’t. Or maybe it does and its just a hidden condition. Who knows? He’s just a bit bizarre.
BERRY. Leader of her team, she’s Suspicious of everything, and fierce in battle. Loves being Warm....
Olive. Er, he has the wrong ink color, and his eyes are blinking. It’s better like this instead of the WRONG PIECE OF HEADGEAR. Suave and cool, and yet constantly bickers with Berry. Ah, sibling culture. Super strong. A bit of a brat, but he won’t press on Berry’s anxious triggers. That’s Just Rude.
JELLY. Sometimes called Baby because of just how precious she acts. Will kick people if she has to.
SHRIMP. AKA... well. You know that headcanon that Pearl, Emperor, and Prince are siblings? Well, Shrimp’s their cousin. He’s got the short genes. He tries to compensate for it by being loud, and is often jokingly called Pearl’s cousin. Likes telling tales. That are often mostly true.
SPLATOON 2 TEAMS
HOOK/ATA/AGENT 8. A soft and kind soul, friendly and loves to talk more than take action, but when she takes action... whooo. she knows how to take action. If she’s angry, you don’t want to be around. Mostly quiet. Another possible ship with Roka.
YAMAGIRI/ADRIAN. Confident, and a bit cocky, but it’s mostly only a bit of exaggeration: he loves to stick to his ideals, and truly believes himself to be carrying those out to the best of his ability. Stupidly loyal to his friends.
TOOTHPICK/NOELANI. Two words to describe her: mom friend. Caring, worrying for everybody that crosses her vision, analytical to a stupid degree. Strong, so she can help throw her friends into a food cart so they can EAT FOOD.
OCEANIC/VICTOR. A soft-spoken octoling, but is willing to do whatever it takes for his friends to Remain Happy, happy to shoulder their burdens. Hides his emotions under his big ol’ hat, though if you look under it, he’s probably a blubbering mess. Whenever angered, his voice seems to drop octaves and inflection. That’s terrifying!
BLOCKER. Oh my god, he’s a party animal. Oh my god. He likes doing memes and tricks, and, you know who this should remind you of? Aloha. Anyway, Blocker’s well known for his tricks with his brella, and his excellent dance skills... which also aids him in battle!
FUGU. He has a Big Ol Crush on Blocker, and I don’t think Blocker’s noticed yet. Oof. Kind of quiet and likes to observe before hopping into things, useful for a blaster with such a short range...? Awkward, but he’s trying to get better.
SEA SLUG. Constantly on the go, constantly moving, she’s gotta Go Go Go!! Hyperactive, probably can be seen stimming. Has an attachment to her gun.
LEAF. Seemingly hard-boiled, constantly huffing about something or other. She’s- she’s a Rider Tsundere, that’s all I can describe her as. Her friendships with Blocker the Party Master and Sea Slug have definitely Lightened her up. Still a little bit of a grump?
ARROW. Dependable. You can depend on him to tell you when you’re doing some Bad Shit, Stop That.
HOTHOUSE. A... a bit of a flirt, and a good punster. two things that shouldn’t be combined into one girl.
TACKLE VISOR. Keeps their face hidden purposefully, which hides their non-standard hairstyle. Rough and tough, a sneaky little bastard. You know, despite the TACKLE VISOR on their head.
MATCHA. A silly little guy. The oblivious one that somehow still manages to cooperate with Hothouse’s jokes anyway. May be faking obliviousness...
HICKORY. Such a casual guy. Him and Blocker are probably pals. Party pals. Would drink your soda on accident and then apologize.
DO-RAG. oh my god, look, it’s a lesbian. She loves to show off, and is super strong. Could probably lift her teammates above her head. Actually can’t see much without her glasses, they’re made for her weird-ass eyes.
REDLEAF. He looks like the type of guy who hyperfocuses on everything and has to be told to back off, but he’s not trying to be creepy. Soft. Would memorize your food favorites and cook it for you.
CLAMS. He. he loves being super fancy. Not because he thinks he’s above others, he really, really loves the aesthetic of it! He and Do-Rag fight over which splatling is better sometimes. And then help each other score dates.
EGG. Super silly, has probably eaten a raw egg whole on a dare. Easily dared into things, though this means she’s very resilient. Can and Will say silly things just to confuse people.
CARROT. Helps out with Egg’s jokes. Has shoved an entire carrot down her gut before. Egg and her were actually friends before they both traveled to the surface. They are... bad influences on each other.
RAINBOW: He’s a casual gay. I- uh. He’s super fun in battles, and is often the one daring Egg and Carrot to do things because he loves putting it on whatever the octo media is. Loves sandals, hates his toes feeling constricted.
CANARY. Oh my god this is a swamp gremlin. You know the meme versions of agent 4? that, times like 100. Jesus. This team is crazy.
SEASHELL. Doesn’t use the deco because her teammates described what the burstbomb and carbon did to people and she doesn’t wish to cause people harm....
JADE. he’s blue ba due be- i mean. he’s a good singer, but still learning the ropes of his new weapon.
DEEPSEA. A friend. The dad friend. Will tell jokes to make you feel better, but always a shoulder to lean on. Always will wear silly clothes too.
FORGE. ..... a guy of few words.... kind of like skull. doesn’t really talk much, but evidently is a good prankster and loves spicy things. Will tuck you into bed and then doodle on your face.
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