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bookyeom · 8 months

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pairing: mingyu x reader word count: 3k warnings: kissing, swearing, Mingyu being a simp

Author’s Note: this fic is part of the Thirteen Valentines event, but can be read as a standalone! also, i would suggest listening to the song listed below to get a feel for the vibe of the fic, but it’s not necessary. (Also, this fic in particular references the iconic 1987 film Some Kind of Wonderful, but I think I explained it well enough for someone who may not have seen it! However, if you haven’t seen it… Watch it. In my opinion, it tops all of those “must-see” movies like Sixteen Candles, etc. I adore this movie. The OG friends-to-lovers.)

nothin’ on you by b.o.b., bruno mars

they might say hi and i might say hey but you shouldn’t worry about what they say ’cause they’ve got nothing on you, babe

You groan as the doorbell rings, your eyes finding the time on your phone. You’d just settled in with your bunny pajamas and your rattiest, biggest, comfiest sweater, and you really don't want to move now. What you want is to disappear into the couch that you’d spent way too much money on, under your favourite blanket, and mindlessly scroll through social media videos of cats for hours while pretending you aren't perpetually single on the holiday of love.

As much as you try to ignore it, the ringing only becomes more persistent, mixed with obnoxious, intermittent knocking. You groan again and stand up, making your way over to the door in annoyance. There are only a handful of people who would dare to be so irritating — Soonyoung if he wanted food, Chan if he wanted to show you a new dance routine, or…

“Mingyu?”

“Hi,” he says brightly, and your brain short circuits. He looks as wonderful as always, black hoodie and sweats, eyes warm as he waits for you to reply like a normal human.

You know that the right answer would be a greeting in response, but all you can think to say instead is, “It’s Valentine’s Day?” When Mingyu’s face falls a little bit, you hurry to explain yourself. “I mean… Do you not have plans?”

Admittedly, that response isn’t much better, but you genuinely don't know the answer to your own question. You had just assumed that he did have plans — you hadn’t even considered the possibility of him being alone today, honestly. You hadn’t really wanted to think too much about it. It wasn’t like it’d be hard for funny, kind, Adonis-among-men Mingyu to find a date. All he had to do was smile at any man or woman in his general vicinity and they’d be under his spell.

You know first hand what that feels like.

Your best friend showing up at your door on February 14th has replayed a thousand times in your brain. You’ve been head over heels in love with him for years now. The fantasy usually consists more of him in a tuxedo holding a huge bouquet of roses, proclaiming his love for you before kissing you passionately, but you can’t deny that you like this casual, tuxedo-less Mingyu just as much — if not more. He’s just… Mingyu. Soft and warm in that hoodie that you love, holding a box of your favourite pizza in one hand, a bag of who knows what else in the other.

“Do you not want me here?” He pouts, and you cave.

You sigh, but a smile makes its way to your face regardless. “Of course I do, Gyu. I just thought you had plans, that’s all.”

“I do,” he counters. “With you.”

You ignore the flutter in your stomach at his words, ignore the soft smile he sends your way when you move aside to let him in. “Alright, then… Let’s be single as hell on Valentine’s Day, together.”

Mingyu beams, stepping past you and into the apartment.

“Movie?” He suggests as he slips off his shoes and immediately makes his way to the kitchen with the pizza. You hear the sound of cupboards opening and closing as he makes his way around with ease, like he knows where everything is like the back of his hand. Because he does. Your heart stutters a bit in your chest at the reminder of how well he fits into your life, how well he knows your apartment.

He knows you pretty well, too, which is actually a big part of the reason you’re so surprised that he’d shown up today.

Because anyone who knows you knows that you’re in love with Kim Mingyu. Even new people who spend just five minutes with the two of you can tell, and you’re basically a pro at dismissing the couple questions by now. It seems the entire world can tell you’re head over heels except for the man himself, and you really don’t understand how he seems to have absolutely no clue. If he did, you don’t think he’d be so cruel as to suggest spending Valentine’s Day together.

And yet here he is, moving around your house like it’s his house, too.

He has no idea, you remind yourself. He’s just alone on Valentine’s Day, and he likes spending time with you. That’s all.

You busy yourself setting up in the living room, making room on your side table for the pizza and whatever else he’d brought. You catch sight of yourself in the reflection of the TV and grimace. Theoretically, you’re both dressed casually, so you shouldn’t feel underdressed for this impromptu hangout. But in reality, Mingyu looks better than everyone else all the time, no matter what he’s wearing. He reappears a few moments later looking every bit the part of an athleisure model with the pizza box, a bottle of wine, and a box of your favourite chocolates in hand.

“A heart-shaped box of Lindt?” You can’t help but blurt out. It isn’t unlike Mingyu to bring your favourite snacks to movie night, but it’s Valentine’s Day, and the chocolates are in a heart-shaped box.

“It was on sale,” he shrugs in response, settling down on the couch, and you want so badly to question the peculiar choice further. You don’t.

You hand him the remote, grabbing the blanket from where it had fallen on the floor at your abrupt departure from the couch while he puts a movie on. He seems to know exactly what he’s looking for, which is interesting considering he’s one of the most indecisive people you’ve ever met.

“What are we watching?” You ask. “Action? Thriller?”

Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, his other arm already outstretched for you to fall back against. You settle in next to him, pulling your knees up and draping the blanket over the both of you.

“I thought we could do something a bit different tonight,” he finally answers after a pause, and you look up at him in surprise.

“Like what?”

He simply nods his chin towards the TV, where the opening scenes of the movie he’s chosen are beginning to play. You recognize the title immediately: Some Kind of Wonderful.

Your heart leaps into your throat.

You’re not sure what to make of this. You’ve never seen the movie, but you know the premise of it: two best friends falling in love. This has to be a joke. You can’t help it as your entire body stiffens, and you tell yourself to relax.

You can’t.

“Why?” You finally blurt out. Your chest feels tight. You don’t know if you’re reading far too much into it, but when have you ever watched a romance movie together? You’ve expressly made sure that you didn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Mingyu replies. “Thought it would be nice.”

You’re looking at him again, eyebrows knit together in confusion. He finally acknowledges you with raised eyebrows of his own, meeting your eyes briefly before motioning to the TV with his chin.

“Can you just watch it? It’s a good movie, I promise. Give it a chance.”

You nod slowly, doing as he asks, but you can barely focus for the next hour. Everything has been so strange; the movie choice, the way he’d shown up with wine and chocolate — all of which could have been excused, maybe, if it wasn't for the fact that Mingyu is acting strange, too. He’s normally so pliant against you during movie nights, so clingy. But tonight, despite your closeness on the couch, all he does is rest his arm loosely around your shoulders. No fingers tracing your skin, no pulling you against his side, no getting distracted by your hair and attempting to make a shitty braid with it. No maneuvering his own body so that he’s the one with his head in your lap. It feels like he’s holding his breath, like he’s waiting for something.

What in the world is going on?

It’s excruciating, but you try to focus. You’re almost there when the ending scene begins to play, but your whole body is still tense. You watch as the main characters, Keith and Watts, finally kiss in the middle of the street, and you think you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. You swear Mingyu has tensed up beside you, but you don’t take your eyes off of the screen as Keith finally speaks his confession.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well, you’re stupid,” comes the words from Watts, and you suddenly feel tears pricking at the back of your eyelids. This all feels a little too real. Why did he put this on? What the fuck is Mingyu playing at?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” At Keith’s last words of dialogue from the screen, you feel Mingyu’s grip on your shoulder tighten.

“You never asked,” Watts replies, teasing, and you can’t take it anymore. You turn to your best friend, eyes wide, and he slowly moves to turn off the TV.

The atmosphere in the room has shifted dramatically, and you can’t look away from him, frozen. You can’t utter a single word. He’s picking at a piece of thread on his sweatpants, eyes downcast as he avoids your gaze.

It hits you like a brick, the reason why he’s being so strange. It’s because he’s nervous.

There’s no way.

A million thoughts race through your mind, a million reasons why going down this road could be a bad idea. But you have to ask — you have to know.

“Why didn’t you have plans tonight, Gyu?”

He meets your eyes again, and you can barely breathe. His gaze holds firm, intense, as he says, “Because I wanted to have plans with you.”

“On Valentine’s Day?” The insinuation of your words is clear, and you know that Mingyu understands exactly what you’re asking.

His eyes remain steady on yours as he replies, easily, “Yes.”

So simple. Certain. Sure.

You remind yourself to breathe, gathering all the courage that’s left in you to speak again. “‘Why didn’t you tell me?’”

You watch Mingyu’s face as you repeat the words from the movie, your voice trembling just the slightest bit. He’s really looking at you now, a soft smile on his face at your words, and your heart leaps into your throat. He’s stunning. He’s always stunning, but the way he’s looking at you right now has you feeling like you’re walking on air. His gaze is so warm, and you don’t want to look away from him ever again.

“‘You never asked.’”

“Neither did you.” Your words are your own now, and Mingyu nods, using the arm around your shoulders to pull you in against his chest. You flush as he draws you towards him, and you briefly wonder if you’re dreaming.

“You’re right.” He gazes down at you fondly, and your hand lifts tentatively to his jaw. He nuzzles into your fingers, turning to gently kiss your palm, and your eyes don’t leave his mouth. His free hand lifts to rest on top of yours, before he softly runs his fingers down your arm and up to your shoulder, your neck, your face.

“‘I knew you were stupid’,” you quote cheekily from the movie script again. Mingyu’s lips break into a wide smile as he lets out a surprised laugh, canines on full display as he beams.

Then he’s using his whole body to pull you into him, silencing your own giggles with a kiss.

Your breath is caught in pleasant surprise, and you can feel him smiling against your mouth. You’re impressed with how quickly you’re able to respond after your brain factory resets, the feeling of his lips on yours stunning you for only a moment before you react. Your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging softly and earning a pleased hum from him. His teeth gently sink into your lower lip in retaliation, and you can feel your entire body react to it. His hands find your hips, helping move you so that you’re in his lap. All you can feel is him as he pulls you in closer and closer, kissing you like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. He finally breaks away to kiss along your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, before moving to slowly press one final kiss at the base of your throat, and you can feel goosebumps spread across your skin at the featherlight touch.

“I love you,” he whispers softly, and you lower your chin to meet his eyes. You can’t help the giddy smile that’s broken out at his words, and you feel a bit like you’re soaring as he continues, “I’m in love with you. I really am, and I need you to know that.” His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, his fingers gently massaging the skin there, and your forehead falls to his.

“Mingyu…”

He hums, and you pull back to look at him, your fingers moving to softly trace every part of his face. You’ve long since committed him to memory, but one more time can’t hurt. He waits for a moment before he lets out a whine, burying his face into your collarbone.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You let out a giggle. “Why?”

“Because I’m shy.”

You let out a snort, and Mingyu pulls away to pout up at you. Your fingers gently brush over his lips, his nose, his cheeks, and you can tell he wants to hide again, but he doesn’t.

“I love you too,” you say softly, and his pout is gone. “I have for a really long time now.”

He surges forward to press another kiss to your mouth, and you can’t help but gasp into it. You can tell he’s satisfied with himself as he smiles, pulling back just to say, “Guess we’re both stupid then, huh?”

You laugh, and you can almost feel the happiness radiating off of him as his arms fold around your back, pulling you back in and resting his head in the crook of your shoulder. Your hands move to wrap around his shoulders, your head softly falling to rest atop his.

“Oh my god,” you hear him mumble after a few moments of silence. You hum in question, and he moves to look up at you again. “I’m so excited to date you,” he says, his face full of genuine joy. You can feel yourself flush crimson as he continues, “I’m going to date you so hard. You can’t stop me. I’m going to hold your hand all the damn time, you have no idea.”

“I can’t fucking wait, boyfriend.”

A/N: thank you so much to everyone for all the love on the other fics so far :) Here’s the fifth of our Thirteen Valentines just in time for the holiday/Carat Day! Who better to celebrate with than Kim Mingyu himself? Special shoutout and dedication to the best girl @tae-bebe, who fell victim to the Mingyu enemies-to-lovers trope irl :) xx

Please please please reblog if you can to spread the word, and check out the Thirteen Valentines masterlist! If you want to be added to the taglist, send me a message :) Your kind comments and reblogs don’t go unnoticed, I promise.

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the-awful-falafel · 5 months

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How liquid/goopy do you think Fake Peppino is?

Oh boy, Fake Peppino biology headcanons!

So, I lean more towards "something that tries to be solid, but can choose to / be forced into becoming more liquid-like, and is somewhat inconsistent throughout" for my interpretation, personally.

It's absolutely clear from in-game that Fake Peppino is goopy on some level, but I don't imagine that he's made up of a literal liquid. I think his body is more like an amalgamation of this vaguely dough-like, vaguely flesh-like gooey organic mass that is trying its hardest to be Peppino-shaped, "clothes" and all, even if it's just a distorted facsimile. I don't think his mass is completely stable in the way a full flesh-and-blood creature is (or hell, even as stable as most pizza monsters are with their presumably semi-magical biology), so his body still drips and shifts around, but it's got a high viscosity to it under normal circumstances, meaning that his body structure remains relatively cohesive when he's at rest or moving around casually.

That being said, I also imagine goop from his body can slough off forcefully if he moves extremely quickly / suddenly, like if he deforms or contorts too rapidly, or if he collides against something with sufficient force (see: the gooey spattering particle effects in his boss fight). Although, punching and kicking him sure felt like hitting something alive and semi-solid, from Peppino's perspective at least, so whether sheer force makes Fake Peppino solidify or liquefy is somewhat inconsistent and probably depends on the context. (When he's dazed or vulnerable I think he probably has a lot harder time holding himself together, at least.)

I figure you can't push your hand through him or anything (... unless he allows it). It'll probably feel more like pressing against greasy/slimy skin that's a little too squishy, with something subtly writhing beneath the surface. Although if you shook hands with him there would definitely be a firmness to it, maybe briefly fooling you into thinking he actually has bones.

His mass has shapeshifting properties, which allows him to quickly and easily shift into a near-liquid form whenever it's convenient for him, like when he wants to slip through tight narrow spaces, escape into cracks into the floor, or get past barriers or grates. (He also involuntarily slimes himself when he's feeling extremely stressed out, sometimes, but that's more uncommon.) In this state his mass is more like a thick semi-liquid living substance that only sticks to things it chooses to stick to, like some sort of giant gooey amoeba.

I don't think the solidity of his body is always uniform throughout, though. The inside of his body tends to be... looser, for a lack of a better word, and can profusely ooze liquid-like goop if a part of his body is removed or opened up that isn't really "meant" to be removed-- although it'll settle down and solidify into a more viscous state in a minute or two. His hat is a good example of this, based on his boss health icon.

Regardless of whether it's current behaving like a liquid or solid, all of his mass is alive, has something resembling a cellular structure, and all of it is Fake Peppino. Hope this helps!

#asks #pizza tower #fake peppino #headcanons #cw mild body horror #does this count. idk #I love biology headcanons for fake peppino. I want his biology to be freaky and weird and raise further questions

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bathomet-writes · 2 years

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a view to a thrill

summary: It’s been months since the Kraang attack on New York, and Raph has been acting a little strange lately. He’s been doing something in secret, that much Leo knew. And tonight, his brothers are gonna get to the bottom of it!

relationship: Raph x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, secret dating, forehead kisses, sfw

word count: 4,033

author's note: this is a request for @/snipersiniora!! enjoy!!

It’s been months since the Kraang attack on New York. After all the clean-up and recuperation efforts, the city was mostly back to normal. A new normal, anyway.

Leo sat at the kitchen island, munching on the last slice of leftover pizza as he thought about all the changes he and his family had been going through lately.

They had all talked about and dealt with most of the fallout of the Kraang. It was hard, but necessary. Leo hated having to watch all his brothers live through each of their experiences all over again, every time the subject was seriously brought up. The healing was almost harder than the pain, weirdly enough.

Shaking his head, Leo tries to stop himself from spiraling back down that rabbit hole. He didn’t like how conscious of his own emotions he was becoming. It made him jumpy, on edge.

It also made him a lot more hyper aware. Not just of himself, but of his brothers too. He found himself becoming much more of a helicopter parent of sorts. It came with being the leader, he supposed. Didn’t make it any less annoying.

As he swallowed the final bite of pizza, Leo’s thoughts went to Raph.

“Where is that guy anyway?”

It wasn’t like Raph had to be at the lair the same time every night. He was free to do whatever he pleased! But it was nearly 7 PM, and Leo hadn’t seen heads or tails of Raph all day.

Going out on ‘solo missions,’ volunteering to grab pizza, take out, what have you. Raph had a clever excuse for every time his brothers asked where he was going. Leo noticed that he was taking longer and longer to come back each time, but that wasn’t enough of a reason to be suspicious.

In his lab, Donnie was casually checking in on everyone’s pins during a break from his video game when he saw it. Raph’s little red icon was nowhere on the map. Was his tracker glitching out or something?

“Not possible,” Donnie seethes. “My tech is immaculate.”

He zoomed out to get a wider view of the sewers. It was only a 10 mile radius, but surely Raph was somewhere around.

Nothing.

He zooms out again, looking at a 15 mile radius.

Zip.

“What…?”

He didn’t usually keep tabs on his brothers like this, but Donnie was starting to get worried. Quickly, he taps into the city’s surveillance systems and gets a complete view of New York. Far off on the other end of town, near the docks to be precise, Donnie saw a red dot blinking away.

“Ah. He’s probably busting up a mafia ring or something. Yeah!” Donnie nods to himself.

Couldn’t be anything else.

Suddenly, the blinking stops. Donnie scrambles to the edge of his chair to grab at the computer screen. Raph turned off his GPS…

“Okay, that’s it.”

In the rec room area, Mikey had been pacing around for a while. With board games and phone in hand, he was starting to panic. Tonight was supposed to be family game night, and Mikey was the only one who showed up. Even Splinter bailed on him, having accidentally passed out on his bed after dinner.

“This is so not cool. I had the games picked out and everything!”

Right as Mikey drops the box of Scrabble and the container of dominos, Donnie storms in.

“This is ridiculous.”

Mikey spins around, equally exasperated. “You’re tellin’ me! Can you believe it?”

Leo had sauntered in as well, his curiosity piqued when he heard the commotion all the way from the kitchen. Crossing his arms, he leans up against the entryway.

“It’s so frustrating. Is it so much to ask for a little communication? A little honesty?”

Donnie and Mikey approach, nodding their heads furiously along with their brother.

“Right!”

“Precisely!”

The three of them stand there for a second, in total silence. Leo slowly blinks his eyes open.

“What are we talking about? I mean, I know what I’m talking about.”

Donnie points at his wrist. “I’ll tell you: Raph, our brother, has just turned off his tracker. How did he even do that? It’s subcutaneous!”

Leo clears his throat with a furrowed brow. He was just going to ignore the fact that Donnie somehow managed to implant tracking devices inside all of them. For now.

“He couldn’t have chewed it out. Mine’s all the way back here!” Mikey spins around, grabbing pitifully at the back of his neck. “Dang, almost.”

“Wait— He what? Lemme see that.”

Leo grabs at Donnie’s wrist, scanning over the map display. “You didn’t happen to—“

“Near the docks, I already committed it to memory.”

Donnie gives his brothers a haughty grin as they applaud his excellent memory.

“Impressive!”

“Very sneaky,” Mikey smirks.

Then, Leo brings them all in for a short conference.

“Okay, it’s clear to me now that Raph is most certainly hiding something. He’s not in trouble, or else he’d be calling one of us. Right?”

Mikey whips out his phone and dials Raph. “Let’s see…”

They watch with bated breath as the line rings. Raph wouldn’t ignore a phone call from his youngest, goodest brother, would he?

“Hey, you’ve reached Raphael! I can’t come to the phone right now—“

“HYAH—!” Mikey tosses his phone against the wall. “Not the voicemail!”

This wasn’t like Raph at all, they wonder to themselves.

Surely he, of all people, would want to keep his loved ones close after the invasion. He didn’t have to stay put in the lair all the time, but he could have at least had the decency to keep his tracker on. Leo nods, making the executive decision.

“Then it’s settled.” He pulls out his portal lying sword and slices through the air. “C’mon.”

Leo calmly walks through, with Mikey and Donnie following close behind.

Raph’s been doing something in secret, that much Leo knew. And tonight, his brothers are gonna get to the bottom of it!

—

Quietly, Raph hops in-between shipping containers. He was running late, so he resorted just to using his ninja skills to get him to his destination.

He didn’t even check his phone when he felt it buzz.

“No time! Can’t talk!” He speaks to the inanimate object before stowing it away.

Finally, he sees it. Albeartoland!

Raph zeros in on the silhouette of the roller coaster in the distance before flash-stepping. It wasn’t like he would be breaking in, there weren’t exactly any security around the place, but Raph tried to creep in as stealthily as he could.

It was never in great shape before (the Mad Dogs made sure of that when it first opened), but Albeartoland was officially closed after the invasion. The NYC Clean-Up Project just didn’t have it in the budget to refurbish a dilapidated amusement park.

The rides were all mostly destroyed, the main roller coaster barely being held together. The ferris wheel was somewhere in the ocean below the pier, most likely. But what didn’t rely on electricity was still intact.

Carnival games, abandoned food stands, and walkable attractions. It wasn’t ideal, but Raph hoped to himself that they would be enough entertainment for tonight.

Once he finally made his way to the entrance, he quietly surveyed the area.

“She must have left already…” Raph sighs to himself.

“Nope, still here.”

Suddenly, Raph twists around to see you standing just behind the front gate. You smile, giving him a small salute. “I wouldn’t give up after only…15 minutes of waiting?��

You glance down at your phone, checking the hour. “Plus, you actually gave me enough time to find the breaker. Maybe you can use your brute strength to kick it on and we can see if this place has any juice left.”

His spirit lifts immediately as he brings you into a spine-breaking hug. “You’re the best!”

You weakly fight back against his hold, blushing as he places a couple of smooches on the top of your head.

“I know! Now put me down before you break something.”

He gives you one last kiss before setting you back down. His face was starting to heat up as well.

“You’re right, you’re precious cargo.”

Chuckling, you lead him over to the power breaker in the center of the park. You didn’t really have any knowledge about circuitry, but most of the wires were either torn out or fried. Couldn’t hurt to try it anyway.

“After you. I’m pretty sure you won’t get electrocuted…” You shrug, moving to the side to allow him to pull the main switch.

“Pfft, I’m sure it’s fine.” Raph spits onto the palms of his hands, rearing up to grab ahold of the handle. “Stand back, wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

You back away, putting your arms up defensively. “From the sparks?”

“No, from the gun show.” He smirks, flexing his impressive arms.

You ogle him from afar as he pulls the switch up. With a loud mechanical sound, the power kicks back on and the park slowly begins to light up. You get momentarily distracted from Raph as the twinkling lights blink on around you.

“Not bad, Red. You better start charging me admission.” You slink back over to him, letting your fingers walk along his toned muscles.

In the distance, you swear you hear something. Maybe it was all in your head, but you swore you just heard someone vomit.

“Hm?” You look behind you.

Nobody. Weird.

You feel Raph begin to pull away from your touch, flustered at your compliment.

“Ahaha…” He smiles goofily at you. “Why don’t we take a walk around? There’s probably a game that isn’t completely trashed.”

You glance back one more time before going to catch up with Raph. “Yeah, right.”

For a while, the two of you busy yourselves with trying out various attractions. The sledgehammer bell game instantly caught your eye. A test of strength would be the perfect thing to impress Raph, you thought to yourself.

With a bit of swagger in your step, you make your way over to the game. “Check this out, stud.”

Lifting himself out of a toppled food cart, Raph looks up at you with a piece of funnel cake in his mouth.

“Dude, how old is that?” You grimace as you lift up the hammer.

Swallowing the rest, Raph wipes away the crumbs. “Tastes pretty old.”

He giggles watching your face twist with disgust.

“Whatever. Prepare to be amazed!”

You lift the hammer high over your head before bringing it down. The rubber collides with the sensor, causing the dial on the machine to shoot up. It bobs a bit near the top before dropping to the middle, right around the ‘weakling’ marker.

You stutter, feeling sheepish. “That…that one didn’t count.”

Before you know it, Raph walks up behind you and politely offers his hand. “These games are all rigged. Here, let me.”

Raph gives you that warm, confident look that always fills your stomach with butterflies. Blushing, you hand the hammer to him.

“Well, you’ll probably just break it anyway. Go ahead.” You scoff.

He squares his legs to about shoulder-length apart, almost like he’s about to tee off at golf. Raph takes his sweet time getting ready before finally hitting the sensor.

Gingerly, he brings his arms up and taps the hammer. “Boop.”

You throw your head back, rolling your eyes. “Okay, wise guy. How ‘bout you try for real now?”

Raph tosses a snarky look your way, his fang poking out of his mouth.

“If you say so.”

In a flash, you watch as Raph summons his mystic powers. His red, glowing arms expand out to grab ahold of the hammer. It was dwarfed by his large hands, but his grip remained tight. With a boost of speed and power, Raph reels back and practically smashes the sensor.

The dial on the game goes much higher this time, unsurprisingly. Just when you both think it’ll hit the bell at the top, it sinks back down to the lowest marker.

You blink, stepping forward. “What does that say…? Wimp?”

Smirking, you hear Raph shuffle next to you.

“No. That can’t be right!”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. It actually says ‘Shrimp.’ My bad.”

Raph’s face breaks out into a deep red color before he shakes his mystic fist at the game. He sure did like to talk to inanimate objects a lot.

“Callin’ me shrimpy, huh? You wanna go?” He growls.

Then, he leaps up high into the air, locking his fists together. If the hammer wasn’t enough to prove his strength, his fists certainly could.

You nonchalantly walk back a safe distance, watching him relentlessly smash the sensor with his massive hands. He moves on to just destroying the rest of the game in a blind rage, flattening the bell with a resounding crunch.

With a dry chuckle, you walk back up to him after his mystic energy disappears.

“You sure showed it who’s boss.” You kick at the remnants of the game.

Raph pouts, folding his arms across his chest. “Serves it right.”

You have to stop yourself from ‘aww’-ing at his angry face. He was just too adorable! Thinking on your feet, you skip away from Raph.

“Hold on!” You shout.

You look around at all the nearby booths, digging through the rubble and debris. To your disappointment, there really weren't any carnival prizes left. All the plushies were either taken by young delinquents raiding the park or destroyed in the Kraang invasion, apparently.

You nearly give up before you walk past the last booth. There was exactly one Albearto plush left, hanging sadly on the side of the counter. You snatch it up and quickly try to dust it off.

You tip-toe back up to Raph, plush hidden behind your back. He was still sulking, but he had moved to sit at the edge of the dock. His beefy legs dangled off the pier.

You smile cheekily, poking his shell. “Since you did technically hit the bell, I think you deserve a prize. The law of the amusement park demands it.”

Raph peeks up at you, still scowling. “Whaddaya mean?”

You present him with the Albearto plush with a flourish. “Ta-da! I know you hate kinda hate this guy, but…”

Before your slightly embarrassed ramblings can go on, Raph takes the toy from you. His eyes go wide and watery at your kind gesture.

“F-For me?”

You and Raph stare at each other lovingly.

“You don’t need a carnival game to tell you that you’re literally the strongest dude alive.” You wink, moving closer to scratch underneath Raph’s chin. Right where he liked it.

In the background, another voice calls out. It was…cheering?

There it was again! You spin around toward the source of the noise. Was someone following you?

Raph’s contented sighs of happiness soon drown out your errant thoughts. You were just paranoid, you thought. Facing him again, you give Raph a couple more scritches.

“That’s so weird.” You whisper.

“Mmm…what is, baby?”

His cute pet name sends a bolt of lightning straight to your heart. You think it might actually stop beating for a second.

“What did I tell you about calling me that?” Your eyeball twitches, trying to reign in your emotions.

Raph sighs, lumbering to stand up. He moves your hands away so that he can slide his up to your face.

“You said that you’d probably have a heart attack and die. But I think you were lyin’ to me.” He smirks.

You tuck your head into your shirt collar, feeling positively bombarded with affection. Raph knew that whenever he called you that, you melted into a human puddle.

“Stop! I’ll push you off!” You joke, playfully slapping his hands away.

Raph laughs, moving away. “Okay, okay. Do you think the carousel still works—“

The wood plank Raph was standing began to creak and whine under your combined weights. Maybe the park was in worse shape than he thought. Suddenly, the edge of the pier shifts, the weather-worn wood snapping.

All Raph can do is stare dumbly into your eyes as he starts to fall. Even his ninja reflexes weren’t quick enough to catch him.

“Raph!” You shout, reaching your hands out to somehow catch him.

Without even thinking, your body launches forward on instinct. You knew you didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell, but you knew you had to save Raph. Even if it meant dislocating your shoulder.

Your hands shoot out as you fall to the ground. The wood was weak, but it had you up. The splintered edge dug roughly into your stomach, but you didn’t care. You grit your teeth, feeling your hands grab onto something.

Somehow, you manage to grab a hold of Raph’s wrist.

Raph gulps, his voice shaky.

“I thought you were kidding.”

You quickly grab him with your other hand, trying with all your might to pull him back up. It didn’t help that Raph weighed…well, as much as an insanely jacked mutant turtle weighed.

“Shut up and get back up here!” You groan.

You don’t even pay attention to the sound of something landing behind you.

Raph strains a bit, but swings his other arm up. He catches the edge of the pier with his index finger and slowly pulls himself back up.

“Thank God I didn’t skip arm day,” he hisses.

Finally, you pull Raph all the way up. Dragging you both over to the prize booth nearby, you pant and try to catch your breaths.

“T-Thanks,” He wheezes, grabbing his chest. “I almost took a swim.”

You bend down and lean onto your knees, shooting Raph an apologetic frown.

“Don’t thank me. You did most of the work.”

“You’re probably right, but your bravery was commendable. Well done.”

A nasally voice echoes behind you, giving you a half-hearted clap. Donnie walks forward, cocking his head to the side. He was sizing you up, analyzing your face.

“Woah, who’s the babe?” Leo pops his head over Donnie’s shoulder, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

You feel yourself start to sweat under their scrutinizing gazes. You definitely knew Raph had brothers, you’ve seen their blurry images on social media. But you’ve never officially met them. Raph and you have had many conversations about it, whether or not he should tell them about your relationship. You both came to the conclusion that, at least for now, it’d be best to keep it on the down-low.

With the blue and purple-clad turtles eyeing you up and down, however, that might be a little difficult.

You gulp. Time to make a good first impression.

“Hey, isn’t there an orange one?”

Well, maybe just an impression.

“That’s me!”

Mikey slides in and places an arm over your shoulder, bringing you into a friendly side-hug.

Soon enough, the three brothers crowd into your personal space, trying to get a better look at you. Their heads press up against one another, making you snicker.

“Uh, hello.” You take a step back.

“Wait—!” Raph marches over to stand in-between you and the others. “What are you bozos doin’ here?”

Taking the lead, Leo pushes himself forward.

“We’re just here to check up on our dear older brother. We didn’t look up your location and follow you all the way out here to snoop, because if you’re thinking that, you’re dead wrong.”

Raph narrows his eyes. He looks over to a meek looking Mikey and Donnie, waiting to hear their excuse. They didn’t even try to lie, simply shrugging to him.

“You turned off your tracker. Could you blame us?” Donnie sighs.

“And, you missed family game night! We were gonna do our domino rematch like you promised.” Mikey’s lip quivers, giving Raph big puppy dog eyes.

“That was tonight? Ugh.” Raph slaps his forehead.

He did feel like he was pulling away from his brothers a little bit lately, but he was always sure to keep his schedule straight. There was family time, and there was you time.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t…”

Raph looks back at you, politely standing off to the side.

You didn’t want to interrupt, or accidentally say anything stupid. This seemed like a more personal matter between brothers, so you just kept to yourself. When Raph looks back at you, eyes searching for the right words, you bite at your lip.

Quickly, you introduce yourself to Leo, Donnie, and Mikey.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take your brother away from you guys.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as they looked at you curiously. You don’t know how else to behave in front of them, so you just bow. It’s a formal, almost awkward way to greet them. But how else could you react to meeting more of the people who basically saved the entire world from alien invaders.

“Thank you for saving New York. Not just from the Kraang, obviously…” You chuckle, looking at the ground. “But for all that other stuff.”

Suddenly, Leo breaks out into laughter.

You straighten your back, looking even more awkward. Did you say something wrong? Did your bowing offend them somehow? Your mind raced as Leo continued to guffaw at you.

Suddenly they all realize, in their own unique way, that Raph had a girlfriend. A real, flesh-and-blood girlfriend!

Leo was a little surprised, but proud nonetheless. He was just relieved that Raph wasn’t hiding some deep, dark secret about moonlighting as a vigilante or something.

“Holy shit! This one’s a card! Nice going, brother.” Leo playfully slaps at Raph’s back.

Donnie hangs back, seemingly trying to do endless math equations in his mind. If his brother had been dating, surely he would have seen all the signs? How did Raph manage to evade his expert perception for months?

“For no reason in particular, could you give me all of your personal information? Phone number, work place, social security number.” Donnie approaches you, notepad in hand.

“I’m gonna go with ‘no.’” You smirk, pushing him away.

Mikey was nothing but ecstatic! He jumped forward, wrapping you up in a big, cuddly hug. He was a little miffed at Raph for skipping family time, but how could he stay mad knowing that his big bro had finally found love?

“Welcome to our messed up family! Our dad’s a rat!”

You stumble a bit when he crawls onto your back, but you give his hand a friendly pat. “So I’ve heard.”

Raph watches with slight disbelief as Leo walks up and greets you as well. You all exchange your names and get all the pleasantries out of the way.

Was it always going to be this easy, you meeting all of his brothers? Suddenly, Raph felt pretty bad for being so nervous about introducing you. Not that he didn’t trust you, or that the others wouldn’t, it’s just that he didn’t know how to navigate that part of your relationship yet.

Then, Raph feels a pang of love deep in his gut. He knew that as long as he had his brothers and you, he’d be okay. He’d be more than okay.

“I didn’t know how else to react, okay? What, did you want me to say ‘thank you for your service’?’” You joke.

“Yikes, that’s worse.” Leo scratches the side of his head and laughs along with you.

Raph silently approaches, moving to stand behind you.

“Sorry guys. I know I’ve been kinda—“

“Ah-ah. Say no more. We know.” Donnie waves him off with a lazy smile.

“Yeah, you’ve only been dating for a couple of months. You were just taking your time!” Mikey flashes Raph a bright smile, giving him a thumbs up.

Then, you look back to Raph, quirking up an eyebrow.

“Should we tell them?”

Raph chuckles, a sweat drop running down his face.

“A couple of months, a year, what’s the difference?”

The five of you stand there for a second. You could hear a pin drop.

“WHAAAAAAT?”

Leo, Donnie, and Mikey collectively scream, attacking Raph and tackling him to the ground.

You cackle watching them playfully fight with each other. Your life was bound to become a lot more messed up now, but that was just fine with you.

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OKAY ten episodes into due south and we've got some new takeaways + some doubling downs

just had the christmas episode which means "just had the episode where fraser hallucinates his dad" and I am. very sure. that this show will never come to this conclusion, but mr benton fraser, your dad was not a good dad, and "wishing you'd spent more time with him so you could learn more" was never your fault and also... all this hero-worship for a man you didn't know, because he made it so you didn't know him, you may have had an icon/figure/image you wanted to emulate, but you didn't have a dad

also im perhaps doing fraser sr. a disservice, but I really do wonder about how long he knew about the dam. this was his area after all. but i think it's comforting to fraser jr to think his dad was only briefly hooked and then did the right thing immediately, but going by the hunter idk... also darnit benton fraser get that man down from the pedestal, you're doing yourself an injury craning your neck to look up all the time, when he's not worth it! (but also big big fan of this as a major blindspot he has, characterwise)

also in the christmas episode some rare rare ray backstory, and his father was abusive, so we're really getting guy A: absent father whom he wishes desperately to still be the perfect son for and live up to the Ideal of (benton) and guy B: abusive father who taught him to duck and to never hit kids (cos they don't learn anything from it), which is a very clear background for his cynicism and sense that people don't improve that we meet him with

TO GO BACK SOME EPISODES:

Pizzas and promises: fraser in ray's clothes (ray is now keeping them in a shrine in his closet)

I have said this before (somewhere to someone) and I will say it again: I like to read asexuality and aromanticism into characters, I enjoy it, I especially enjoy finding ways it can work with established canon (say, a character who does have relationships, ok so how does this work, etc) but. BUT. Benton Fraser. there's no reach?? that's just an aromantic asexual man there. to the point that it's a recurring joke that this beautiful beautiful man does not wish to flirt (or doesn't understand it's happening), does not want someone undressing in front of him (sexually, he clearly doesn't mind ray taking a shower), does not even consider himself as a sexually attractive person and is continuously surprised whenever someone else does, etc. have been informed that paul gross at one point said he doesn't think he's a virgin, which ofc opens up all kinds of new doors to think about (idk if this is ever established in the show, so we'll see, because it obvs changes the direction of thought depending on if yes or no)

but yeah, fraser literally holding a hand over his eyes because he's so disturbed by the car saleswoman undressing and then saying something like: "oh... dear. an accident..." before running out (hand still over his eyes...) -- also in that episode we have one of several "ray saves fraser in a desperate last-ditch way and fraser seems to think it's all premeditated and ray is a little frustrated" which plays very well into hc's about ray wanting fraser to Pls Stop Constantly Putting Yourself In Bodily Harms Way!!!!

Chinatown: ofc he speaks chinese. this is also such a Community Episode, continuing the idea that fraser is becoming this big name around the [insert chicago area] known for helping people (+ i bet he'd get free meals in chinatown for the rest of his life). also ray's face when he ordered at the restaurant was perfect -- just when fraser couldn't get more larger-than-life...

chicago holiday prt 1+2: ok well, obvs it's all about the bdsm club - fascinating that it's not something that makes fraser more uncomfortable than just every day life, which tbh, tracks as an aroace (in this case especially the ace part of it), because everything is sexual all the time, leather isn't distinctively sexual. "punish me I've been bad" made me fucking cackle though. y'all want fraser to be a dom so badly. that man is not a dom. at best he could do some praise kink, but that's all he's got in him - the fact that there are two police raids on this place. and like. it's not just queer people in there necessarily, but it definitely has several queer people. and the police chief calls them perverts. it's very much the overlap between kinkphobia and queerphobia (which, ultimately, is almost the same thing, in that queers are considered kinky, and kink is considered queer). so i'd say it's probably the worst look we've seen for the local police force so far BUT it does fit with the overarching setting that is: ---- systemic, casual injustice and bigotry ---- full of real-world people ---- also a little bit of a fairytale (fraser's pov of the world) ---- plays into explorations of ray who has one foot in the "real" world (which is unjust and cruel and harsh and he's just trying to survive in it without getting into too much trouble, he's just "doing his job") and one foot in fraser's world (the belief that everyone is fundamentally worthy of respect and decency, because everyone is a person, and that this respect will be paid back). he's not a perfect person, as is often shown, and this isn't his finest hour. I like that both fraser and the barkeeper AND the femmedom all call him on it in one way or another ---- am i remembering right, I believe this was also the episode where ray said he didn't even think fraser was a proper cop, because of fraser's ethos, which is very funny because... he isn't. my man is fired, he is not legally a cop anywhere, because he was too good a person for the job. he's an Embodiment. an Ideal. of Something (Justice, Decency, The Wild, idk), but he is not a cop my man. he got arrested in the raid too! in fact if it wasn't for ray imprinting on him, he'd have been in so much trouble several times! - also I mean. I said it, but if everyone wants fraser to be a dom, then people think ray's a bit subby, but going by their dynamic, ray is fraser's daddy. buys him nice stuff, makes sure he eats, socialises (with him), chastises him for putting himself in danger... anyway, obvs @gjdraws and I have ahem... discussed this

a cop and a mountie and a baby: shockingly this wasn't as gay as I thought it'd be. there's a bit of stuff when they're around the park, but actually the main takeaway of this episode is that this woman had heard of fraser's reputation and staked her baby on it, wild. fraser my guy. you're already a legend

There's a lot of I've forgotten to say/wrote to GJ in much ramblier paragraphs but The Gist

MISC: - the leather jacket fraser wears... inherited? bought in canada? it's such a distinct third Fit to his mountie clothes - fraser has some unhinged parenting takes, but who can blame him because his dad sucked!!!!! (okok, I'm over it... no I'm not) - ray... I didn't get into just how many moments there are of ray being in love with fraser, idk they just keep coming. every episode, it's like a tidal wave. think a notable one was end of "chicago holiday" where he brings fraser something to wear so they can go out together, just cos. but he does things for him "just cos" all the damn time! - elaine! third? bestie? i think she deserves to leave the police station and join them on cases! I wish to know more about her. that time she profiled someone and it was just fraser in drag (and ray recognised fraser in drag) - frannie! unconvinced by the way they wrote her in "pizzas and promises," thought she was fun in the first section, but i think the writing let down her character during the part where ray nearly drowns (OH YEAH THAT WAS GAY TOO MY GOODNESS) because like, why wouldn't she be more worried? think there were more dynamic, less "she's just shallow/ditzy" ways of writing that - the "jai ne said quoi" ongoing bit was very cute. also very gay. just. all of it is

#due south #im watching due south #im watching tv #and: ONWARDS!#benton fraser #ray vecchio

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tiny-wren · 1 year

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Quinn and Timm: An Analysis

*cracks knuckles*

Quinn x Timm is probably the most popular non-canon ship in the Papa Louie series. Even if you don't ship them, if you're in the fandom, you know about them. Drama, fluff, everything in-between, fanart, fanfics, these two have it all. Why is everyone bonkers bananas over these bitches? Because they are iconic. And I am here to talk about them, at length. Strap in. Please take this all with a grain of salt I like being unhinged about Papa's lore so /silly!!! Also I know I have mutuals who don't ship them romantically and that is okay LOL I just want to talk about their dynamic and drama regardless of shipping anyways.

1. When Pizzas Attack/Taco Mia!

Timm is one of the OG’s. We had to rescue his damsel-in-distress ass in Papa Louie: When Pizzas Attack, and from then on he became a loyal and iconic customer. He exists. Quinn is a character introduced in Taco Mia!. She's Tacodale's top lawyer, and she's cool as fuck. Taco Mia! is where we first see Quinn, Timm and Associates in the form of a lovely…disgustingly garish lime green billboard that sometimes appears at the beginning of each day in the game:

Timm finally has a purpose! Good job, buddy. So, they’re partners. Law partners. They’re lawyers, and they own a law firm together. Note: Timm’s up there too, so he’s more or less equally as important as Quinn is. TLDR; They’re big fucking deals. What we can deduce from this is they’re made for each other. Okay, literally, lovey-dovey shit aside: Their names rhyme. They got the cute little double letter thing going on. Look at their peanut butter and jelly ass color scheme. Pretty solid symbolism for a food game. They go together.

2. Freezeria Freezeria is released a few months after Taco Mia. It’s iconic. It’s great. Also play Freezeria Deluxe it's out now. That’s pretty sweet. Anyways…

Hey, wait, where the fuck is Timm? Where is that lovable receding hairline bastard when you need him? Man. Come on. I wanted to make him a sundae. This sucks.

Oh, well, Quinn is here though... So, Timm is completely absent from the original Freezeria (along with a few other customers, but this isn’t about them). Apparently Timm was too busy getting his hair did or something.

IIRC there were explanations as to why they weren’t here, but I’m not even sure if it’s fanon or official, so…euhhh? "Alright, hey Flipline, you JUST got me acquainted with this duo, and now you take them away from me? " Well, get used to it, bitch. 3. Pancakeria/Flipdecks Holy SHIT Timm is back and WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT?? I think it’s around this time that Flipline starts making flipdecks, and great timing, because they better explain what the hell happened to this man.

Quinn and Timm’s flipdecks are made pretty close together, with Quinn’s being the 8th and Timm’s being the 10th. We're given their lore back-to-back, which is just #tragic. Anyway:

Quinn’s flipdeck:

"Quinn is one of the top lawyers in town, and offers legal representation for Papa Louie and his many franchises. Her law firm is now called “Just Quinn and Associates” after her longtime partner Timm abruptly left. Quinn only finds time once a week to dine out, and can be extra picky with her meals."

Timm’s flipdeck: "Timm has been a loyal customer of Papa Louie since the very beginning. Always keeping up with the times, Timm has been evolving his look throughout the years. He finally quit his job at "Quinn, Timm, and Associates" to pursue his lifelong dream of becoming a world champion dancer." So they split up. Timm left his stinking dead end job with no warning and Quinn is (reasonably) pretty upset by this. Okay, admittedly, not much is divulged here, so we have to do a lot of reading between the lines.

Timm’s flipdeck is entirely self-centered. It doesn’t even really mention Quinn herself at all, just the law firm and how he was happy to get the fuck out of dodge.

Also, “finally”... How long has this man been sitting on this decision? Dude’s been in court like “god I hate it here” for god knows how long. He hated his job and wanted to do something else. Okay, fair enough, dude. Be free.

Quinn’s on the other hand…

Note how Timm is described as “her longtime partner”.

“Longtime partner”--how long did these two work together? I feel like this wording is pretty emotionally charged, not to mention that “partner” is a word with several meanings. I understand that they’re lawyers, but like…come on. It doesn’t help that Quinn treats this split like a messy breakup by renaming the law firm to “JUST Quinn and Associates” "Yep. Just me! All by myself! I’m gonna put it up on my big pretentious clock tower with big bold letters."

Can you blame her, though? I mean, that was a massive dick move on Timm’s behalf. Even if you love Timm—and I do–he was...not the best here. And it’s clear by the wording of her flipdeck that Quinn didn’t know about it. SAD! So, when did they split up?

Most likely between the events of Taco Mia and Pancakeria. Considering that Timm was absent during Freezeria, we can safely assume that things were already over by then, considering he comes waltzing into the Pancakeria with his new look and all afterwards. 4. BAKERIA

It's 2016 and Timm's a chef! Wait. Okay. Timm is a chef now. Which is really funny when you think about it. He went from being a lawyer, possibly Papa’s lawyer since we know at least Quinn represents him, to being a “competitive dancer”, to…working for Papa for minimum wage.

So, Timm’s canonically a chef, which means…he has no choice but to interact with Quinn once a week. YOU WOULD THINK THAT SOMETHING WOULD COME OF THIS. AND NOTHING DOES. WHICH IS PROBABLY THE MOST FRUSTRATING SHIT EVER, SINCE WE ARE GOING ON A LITTLE OVER A DECADE LONG WITH THESE TWO. Longest slowburn ever am I right? Regardless of there being no canon evidence outside of gameplay mechanics, Timm and Quinn are interacting again. Nobody knows what this means, but I can tell you one thing: the ship was in it’s fucking renaissance and I personally was LIVING.

YES. SERVE HER THAT PIE. OOOH THE TENSION!

Anyway, shipping aside, it would've been nice to see these two have...SOME sort of interaction, considering they were associated and all, and Quinn was hurt by his absence. But yeah, no, I guess not.

5. Mocharia

I've never played Mocharia and I probably never will, BUT WHAT I DO KNOW is that a bunch of the customers worked on the production of Mocharia Life. That's cute and all, but like... you know, I haven't seen anyone talk about this:

OKAY OKAY LISTEN LISTEN look listen to me. look. OKAY. Probably didn't interact directly. But DUDE. THEY WORKED TOGETHER. THEY WORKED TOGETHER AGAIN. Foaming at the mouth I can't handle this. There is hope besties...

So, that's about it. I really wish that Flipline would give us some actual interaction between these two, and I don't really care what kind of interaction, just something. Given their history!!! I think they're interesting, and my brain is full of these two. I hope you enjoyed reading, and thank you if you got this far!! ^_^

mutuals who aren't in this fandom, thanks for putting up with this hellpost. love u

#papa louie #flipline #long post #quinn flipline #timm flipline #quinn x timm

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delopsia · 2 years

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Rhett_16 is typing... | Rhett x Bob x Reader

Word Count: 2600 Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: Fluff, gender-neutral reader, very brief, implied argument, a dash of angst, and like the tin implies, polygamy :D I didn't know how the fuck to end this.

It's on quiet nights like these, when the world around you has gone eerily quiet, and your phone is devoid of any new notifications, that you truly feel the effects of your heart becoming tangled up in a never-ending game of tug of war.

One end of the rope is held by diligent hands that know their strengths. Your favorite soft-spoken bookworm who works in the Navy and yet hasn't a violent bone in his body. Bob, with his bashful grins and habit of cuddling up to your right side, content to fall asleep there, with his chin hooked over your shoulder, cheeks smooshed together. Quiet until you get him talking, and he'll lose his voice before he runs out of words to say.

The other end of the rope is held in a strong, calloused grip. Trained from years of back-breaking manual labor on a ranch he doesn't own and will never stand a chance of inheriting. A lonely cowboy who opens up to you about how he loves his family, but he feels like he's loved and appreciated much less than Perry. Rhett, who never lets you feel unsafe and likes to hug you from behind, just to press his cold nose against the back of your neck.

Two men who look so similar but are wildly different in personality.

There's movement on your desktop; Rhett's Discord has just come online, and it's the first time you've seen him get on since three days ago. A familiar animation displays just under your group chat icon; he's typing.

Slowly, as if it's possible you can convince yourself that you're not absolutely head over heels for him, you slip out of your bed. The computer chair isn't as comfortable as your mattress, but settling into it elicits vivid memories of the three of you bickering as you tried and failed to put it together.

In the time it takes you to settle down and open the chat, he's quit typing. What surprises you more is that he's awake at this hour; Rhett can be quite the night owl on the weekends, but on the weekdays, he's almost always in bed before eleven. It's hard to stay up late when you have a father who will fuss endlessly if you sleep past dawn.

You still remember that time Rhett fell asleep on a call.

Bob had been the first to notice it, quietly texting you so as not to disturb Rhett with the notification tone. "Looks like cowboy is dozing."

And it seems as if Rhett had a sixth sense because his eyelashes fluttered, and he quietly corrected Bob's private assumption, "'m not fuckin' asleep."

Within a few minutes, though, you and Bob were looking at a very, very asleep Rhett. Neither of you had the heart to leave him to sleep alone in the call, so you'd done the only thing one should do in such a situation.

You took your phones to bed with you and propped them up so that you were still in the frame.

Hypothetically, waking up should have been a sweet thing. With one of you waking up before the other two and quietly waiting on their eyes to flutter open, for realization to hit them before they even knew what time it was.

Instead, all three of you had awoken to the horrifying sound of Royal Abbott banging on Rhett's bedroom door, absolutely livid that Rhett slept a half-hour in on a Friday. Even now, you still feel like you'd been the one to commit the heinous crime of forgetting to set an alarm.

Rhett_16 is typing...

Thunder rolls just outside your bedroom, loud and violent enough to rattle the thin walls of your apartment. The last time it stormed, Bob and Rhett had been spending the weekend with you.

It's another vivid memory, one that has never once left the back of your mind since it first happened. The power had been knocked out just after your pizza had been delivered. Two hours later than they'd promised.

You never truly realize just how dark it can be until the power goes out during the night, and come to find out, it is very, very hard to eat pizza in the dark.

"I found candles, but I can't remember where the lighter is," you remember griping, practically falling into your chair at the table. Your solution only brought you an entirely new problem, it had seemed.

There was a click, and suddenly, a little flame danced about Rhett's side of the table, "I have a lighter." So it seems that you would eat pizza in the flickering light of a three-wick Bath and Body Works candle.

You still don't remember how the candle triggered a conversation about dating, and you definitely have no memory of how that jumped to the topic of sexualities. Bob has always been very open with you that he's bisexual, but Rhett...

"What about you, Rhett?" It had been you who asked the daunting question, and you still blame the tequila shots he'd fed you.

And Rhett just shrugged, nibbling on the corner of a crust he'd stolen off Bob's plate, "I'll date whoever my heart takes an interest in, I guess."

Rhett_16 is typing...

Lightning flickers outside, eerily silent. Anticipating the thunder is almost as bad as being caught off guard by it; nerves on end, just waiting for the hammer to come crashing down and shake the Earth below you.

There's movement on your desktop.

"I need to see you." Pause. Then. "Both of you."

Next Wednesday afternoon, you find yourself standing in a tiny, obscure airport in Casper Wyoming, with your arms wrapped around your favorite WSO. He's rocking you back and forth in these tiny little motions, so subtle that you barely realize he's doing it.

"Have you heard from him?" He murmurs into your ear, the tip of his nose bumping into the shell of it as he speaks. All you can do is shake your head; Rhett's been silent ever since he sent his good morning text.

What's stranger is the lack of a blue GMC Sierra sitting in the back of your apartment lot. You've grown so accustomed to seeing him sitting there waiting after you picked Bob up from the airport that seeing that empty spot in the back corner of the lot unsettles you to the core.

"I tried calling him," Bob offers quietly, "went straight to voicemail."

To prove his point, Bob taps his phone, and you don't need him to put it on speaker to hear the fleeting dial tone and robotic droning of Rhett's voicemail. There's no point in rechecking the parking lot, Rhett is a man of habit that religiously takes the same parking space, but you do it anyway. The hopeful side of you wonders if he's planning a big surprise; it dies when you don't find him.

The last time Rhett was this quiet if your memory serves you correctly, was when he'd had that blowout fight with his father. Just like there is now, there was a deep, nagging feeling that something was wrong way before the argument even sparked.

You could see it in the stiffness of his shoulders as he walked you and Bob to the bleachers, "ready to see what a real rodeo looks like?" He'd asked. As if you hadn't all first met at a rodeo, and as if Bob hadn't had a career in bronc riding as his backup plan if things didn't work out with the Navy.

"Ready to see you fall off," Bob teased, bumping their hips together just to get an eye roll out of Rhett.

Rhett's almost always the one to take that rare spark of playfulness and light it into a wildfire. To keep upping the jabs and not stopping until they're on the ground wrestling and laughing like they're kids again, but for the first time, he didn't engage. The most he offered was nudging Bob's cheek with the brim of his hat, and then he was dismissing himself to go get ready.

"Somethings up with him," you found yourself saying, barely audible over the crowd.

Bob was quiet for a minute but then, slowly, nodded his head, "don't think it's nerves, either."

Rhett would place first, by some miracle, even after he landed the wrong way and dislocated his right elbow on his first ride. Whatever tension that subsided in his veins was washed away, replaced with a goofy airiness that displayed on his features so vibrantly that it was blinding. All smiles and crinkled eyes as he rounded the corner shortly after the rodeo came to a close.

"See?" He practically crowed, "what did I tell you about being my good luck charms?" And even with his arm cradled in a sling, he tried his best to hug you both; good arm tucked around your waist while he smooshed his cheek against Bob's shoulder.

That should have been the end of it. Whatever plagued him before his ride should have been kept at bay for at least the rest of the night.

"Says the guy who's got his arm in a sling," to Bob's comment, Rhett lifted his head, their noses bumping together from just how close they were to each other.

And then, all of a sudden, Rhett pushed his head forward and bumped the bridges of their noses together, jostling Bob's glasses.

"Man, you smudged my glasses!"

Rhett was too busy giving you the same treatment to offer up a witty response, lowering his head to crash his nose against yours in the same playful fashion. His passive-aggressive take on nose kisses.

"Rhett!"

That was a voice you didn't recognize at the time, but you'd later come to know as belonging to his father, Royal Abbott. It was like you had blinked, and that tension was back in his shoulders.

"Wait for me in my truck," stiff, monotone, borderline trembling.

God, you still remember how heated their argument had become; two voices bellowing across the now-empty stadium and spilling into the equally populated parking lot. And all you could do was nuzzle up to Bob's side and wait it out.

You'd learn later that night what the argument was over.

"Rhett, drop everything you're doing and do this, Rhett, do that," he'd grumbled into the hotel pillow, "run the whole ranch while Perry sits on his ass, and don't forget, his lazy ass gets to inherit the whole ranch, and you don't get shit, because he's older!"

As you sit here on this couch, it's easy to wonder if that's what this is about. Another blowout argument fueled by Rhett's exhaustion and Royal's antiqued belief that the eldest deserves a free pass just because he was born a few years earlier.

But in the past, those arguments have always brought Rhett straight to your door, just hours after the argument, shaky, seeking comfort in your arms and in the warmness of Bob's tone as he spoke to you over the phone.

"I'm sure he's alright," Bob whispers into your scalp, and you can barely hear him over the action movie droning on the television, "he's been typing in the chat for a few minutes."

Rhett_16 is typing...

As soon as your eyes land on it, he stops again.

Rhett_16 is typing...

There's a knock at the door.

Bob unwinds his arms from you, letting you slip down from your spot in his lap. It seems that soon, you're gonna need to turn on the heat because the room feels like ice now that you're not all wrapped up in the strong arms of Robert Floyd. The thermostat is right on your path to the door, but you can't find it in yourself to stop even for a second.

And there he is.

Albeit frazzled, there's a very real, very much intact Rhett Abbott standing on the other side of the door. How long has he been out here?

"And here I thought you'd forgotten about us," you tease, stepping aside to let him through the threshold; why are you shaking all of a sudden?

Vaguely, you're aware of Bob getting up from the couch, can see him moving in the corner of your eye. Calloused palms come up to cradle your cheeks, strikingly cold, cutting short your off-handed observation.

Rhett's bottom lip quivers, and are those...tears welling in his eyes?

"I hope this makes sense," and then he leans in and kisses you so sweetly, so softly that it doesn't even feel real; so close to one of your vivid daydreams that it makes your head twirl. It's brief, fleeting; just as suddenly as the kiss was there, it's gone.

There's a faint noise behind you.

Bob's gone pale in the face, eyes immediately flicking away from yours the moment they make contact. "I—" he can't get his words out, turns like he's gonna walk back into the living room, but then stops again.

"Now hold on here," Rhett mutters, and finally, he steps past you.

"No, I...I get it," Bob's stepping away from him, still won't look at either of you.

Rhett's quicker, and in two fists, he seizes the man by the collar, "wasn't fuckin' finished."

And he kisses him.

So suddenly, so abruptly, that Bob's glasses jostle and fall low on his nose, but those wide baby blues still flutter shut. Even in your stupor, you're able to notice the way Bob's shoulders droop, deflating like a balloon.

Oh.

"Yeah, this..." you breathe, "this makes sense."

Falling into it, whatever this is, is easy.

Bob kisses you like a daydream, all gentle and sweet in all the right ways, soft pecks and never-ending liplocks; Rhett kisses you like he's been searching for you his entire life, leaves you gasping each time he reels back.

You really should be talking about it, what exactly is going on here, and how, if you can manage it as a trio, but it's hard to let each other go. It's hard to fuss when your back hits the mattress, and two giggling boys land on top of you in a tangled heap. How are you supposed to discuss serious matters when you're trying to figure out if it's really possible for three people to kiss at once?

Maybe it's possible, but you're all smiling too hard for it to work; too many embarrassed giggles pulling lips back into big, goofy grins.

It's not until your lips are swollen and you're so out of breath that you fear you may blackout that you find it in yourselves to stop. Even so, they still manage to end up wrapped around you, Rhett curled into your side, nose pressed into your temple, and Bob resting his head on your chest.

"Rebecca went missing last week."

Oh.

"Just straight up vanished, and when she didn't turn back up, I—" Rhett's rambling now, breath tickling your cheek with every word, "I can't stop thinking about what would happen if I lost either of you."

You don't know what to say, but Bob does, "you're not gonna lose us," long eyelashes bat up at you so sweetly that you feel yourself start to melt, "we're not going anywhere."

And you don't.

Even when Bob inevitably has to go back to Lemore, Rhett is called back by his father to tend to the mile-long list of chores, and you have to return to your job. Even when there are a thousand miles between you and on the lonely nights when you lay in bed, thinking back on your fondest memories of them.

It's something that echoes in the back of your mind. Wraps you up in a cozy blanket that reminds you so much of your two cuddly boyfriends and their sleepy fussings for your attention.

You're not going anywhere, and neither are they.

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Peppino wakes up to discover he has been gifted a Pizzaboy arcade machine for the pizzeria. He's not one to turn down free stuff, but he complains about the series to the gang, upset that it depicts him in such a poor image. Noise eagerly puts in his quarters, wanting to see what the Italian man is on about, when Pizzahead shows up and starts harassing everyone. He happily teases Peppino about the machine, and the chef orders him to get out. Suddenly, the machine starts glitching, and in a flash of light, Peppino and Pizzahead disappear! After a cut to black, Peppino slowly comes to his senses and realizes he is suddenly in the iconic garb of Chef Raider. Heart pounding, he runs to the window and discovers that he has, in fact, been sucked into the game, and has taken the role of the game's antagonist. Furthermore, as he soon discovers, Pizzahead has also been trapped in the game, and has been turned into Pizzaboy. And possibly the worst part is that the player 2 character, Pizzabro, is being controlled by none other than the Noise! The only way to get out is to win, but Peppino is naturally terrified of dying and makes things difficult. The first half of the episode features Noise just making life miserable for both Peppino and Pizzahead, while Peppino sets traps for the two pizzas and tries to find an alternative solution. However, the three soon discover that every time Pizzahead dies, the game starts to break. NPCs start acting out of character and the landscape becomes more and more nightmarish and glitchy. Eventually, the Toppins kidnap Pizzahead, claiming they want to keep him safe, and start hunting Peppino and Noise down, DMAS style. After a dramatic chase and a Noise-flavored finale, Peppino lets Noise defeat him, and the game lets him and Pizzahead out. They don't have time to celebrate, as the console suddely explodes. Fortunately, no one is hurt. Just then, Peppino gets a call. He sighs, not wanting to take an order right now, but answers the phone anyway. A voice the audience doesn't recognize tells him, "You and I both know what you've done. Never forget Temptation Orchard. We'll meet again soon." Then he hangs up, leaving Peppino with a traumatized look on his face as Thousand March slowly fades into hearing. The screen cuts to black and the episode ends abruptly.

#character: peppino #character: pizzahead #character: the noise

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dystini · 1 year

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Indycar Driver Lore

Indycar Driver Lore Masterlist

Marcus John Armstrong

Birthdate: July 29, 2000 Hometown: Christchurch, New Zealand Residence: London, UK/Indianapolis, indiana Height/Weight: 5’9”/130lbs

Rookie Year: 2023

Team: Chip Ganassi Racing (CGR)

Follow him on: Instagram Twitter

Career Stats

2023: Chip Ganassi Racing #11 (road and street courses only)

The Side Pod (with Callum Ilott) on You Tube Screaming Meals (with Clement Novalak and James Harvey Blair) on You Tube Screaming Meals on Twitch Screaming Meals on Instagram

Past Racing

2017: Italian Formula 4 - 1st overall ADAC Formula 4 - 2nd overall Toyota Racing Series - 4th overall

2018: FIA Formula 3 European Championship - Prema Theodore Racing -5th Overall Toyota Racing Series - 3rd overall

2019: FIA Formula 3 - Prema Racing - 2nd Overall Toyota Racing Series - 2nd overall

2020: FIA Formula 2 - ART Grand Prix - 13th overall

2021: FIA Formula 2 - DAMS - 13th overall

2022: FIA Formula 2 - Hitech Grand Prix - 13th overall

His father owns Armstrong's, a major car dealership chain in NZ

Has two older half-brothers, a younger sister, and a younger brother

Started karting in NZ at 10 years old, winning multiple national titles

Member of the Ferrari Driver Academy from 2017 - 2021

Finished second in the 2019 Formula 3 championship standings driving for Prema

Multiple race winner and podium sitter in Formula 2

Was Lundgaard's teammate in F2 in 2020

Pescatarian (and very vocal about it)

Drinks a lot of espresso

Has a video podcast called Screaming Meals co-hosted with his childhood friend James and F2 driver Clement Novalak, with an offshoot called The Sidepod that he hosts with Callum Ilott

Lived with Callum in Italy when they were both Ferrari Driver Academy members

Speaks Italian, but will only do so after a few drinks

Hobbies are going to the gym, listening to podcasts, going to restaurants, and watching American football

Used to be an avid cyclist, but gave it up due to it keeping his weight too low and causing problems with his ability to handle the car

Has a serious issue placing bets with his friends, to the extent that he had to pay to take fellow F2 driver Jehan Daruvala on vacation because he owed him so much money from lost bets

Scott Dixon was his childhood hero, and Kimi Räikkönen was his favorite F1 driver as a kid

Hates video games

Doesn’t like animals, but loves children

Iconic/memorable moments Indycar: Marcus Armstrong At IndyCar Spring Training New Indy Car Driver Marcus Armstrong about the Grand Prix of St Pete OVER THE WALL // ACURA GRAND PRIX OF LONG BEACH Marcus Armstrong Long Beach Preview Marcus Armstrong Post Qualifications Marcus Armstrong rocked up to Turn 1 at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway to see what 235mph looks like… Callum and Marcus chat during pre-season testing:

F2 and earlier: F2 Speed Date: Marcus Armstrong The Wet Head Challenge HOW TO BECOME A FERRARI DRIVER, A CONVERSATION WITH MARCUS ARMSTRONG F2 DRIVER | Sector 1 Marcus Armstrong Interview | Sky Speed Marcus Armstrong: All the way from New Zealand Keeping it cool at Prema “Michael Shakespeare”: Bullying from Callum and James: Marcus wins “best late lunge” award from F2: Marcus Armstrong Once Said…: Marcus absolutely annoying the shit out of Arthur Leclerc during a virtual GP: F2 Speed Date (2020): Marcus sings “Rocket Man”: Marcus attempting to be sweet with Callum, who is absolutely not having it:

Doing fast laps around Goodwood in his dad’s car: 16-year-old Marcus talks about leaving home to move to Europe alone: Clem Novalak loves Marcus: He likes pineapple on pizza: Interesting content:

Marcus is a self-proclaimed "lover not a fighter". He's known to be very friendly and approachable, with a significant portion of the Formula 2 grid mentioning that he was the driver they got on with best in the paddock during his time there. His results in F2 were mixed, moving teams in 3 successive years, as he sometimes had difficulty getting to grips with the F2 car and tyres, however it’s generally agreed that his midfield championship positions during his F2 tenure aren’t an accurate reflection of his genuine ability and talent. Multiple Ganassi team members (including the boss) have commented on how impressed they are by his raw speed, work ethic, and attitude since his arrival in IndyCar. Marcus himself has already talked about how much more enjoyable the Indy car is to drive and how much fun he’s having now after several years of struggling with the notoriously difficult F2 car. He also appears to be getting on well with his CGR teammates and in particular has talked about how much he likes Marcus Ericsson.

He moved to London in early 2022 after spending several years living near Ferrari’s HQ in Maranello, Italy, and is known to enjoy city nightlife, being a big fan of wine. He’s a major foodie who likes taking photos of good food almost as much as he enjoys complaining about bad food. He is known to be determined to the point of stubbornness, causing himself permanent damage to his knee during a half-marathon due to refusing to stop when he was in pain. He had a low attendance record at school due to focusing on his racing career and moving to Europe at the age of 14, and as such, although he’s not unintelligent he’s known to be somewhat lacking in general knowledge (such as thinking Shakespeare’s first name was Michael). However, he has the characteristically Kiwi dry, sarcastic sense of humor and very much enjoys mutual teasing and banter with his close friends, something that’s often on display in the Screaming Meals podcasts.

Fanfic Lore

Usually paired with Callum Ilott, or F2 driver Clement Novalak due to their extremely close and physically affectionate friendship - was Clem’s teammate during their karting days, and has said that they talk every day while he’s in the US Likes to tease Callum and wind him up to his face, but often calls him his best mate and praises him when he’s not around. However Callum rarely (if ever) reciprocates the latter, probably due to his intense Britishness Good friends with multiple drivers from various series, including Juan Manuel Correa, Jüri Vips, Guanyu Zhou, Nick Cassidy, Max Fewtrell and Felipe Drugovich Also has a tendency to “adopt” younger drivers and refer to them as “little bro”, including Jak Crawford and Dino Beganovic Has said on several occasions that he doesn’t wear underwear, and also shaves his legs (and possibly elsewhere, having claimed that he is “hairless from the eyebrows down”) Claims he can’t tell the difference between someone being nice to him and someone flirting with him

credit for most of this post to @whitewindhowl and friends

#indycar rpf #indycar #fanfic #driver lore #marcus armstrong

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welegi · 2 years

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Sepiatone Mario is a bit of an enigma. He's a character who's appeared in some form or another in a few different games, but never really had a starring role. He's got a bit of a cult following, but he's never been one of the most popular characters around. That said, he's still a beloved figure among many Nintendo fans.

Sepiatone Mario is one of the most unique and interesting characters in the Mario franchise. He first appeared in Super Mario Sunshine and has since become a fan-favorite. Sepiatone Mario is characterized by his sepia-toned color scheme and his signature move, the Sepia Spin. He is known for being a bit of a trickster and is often seen playing pranks on his friends and foes alike. He is also known for his love of food, especially pasta and pizza. While he may not be the strongest or most powerful character in the Mario series, Sepiatone Mario is definitely one of the most fun and lovable characters.

Some people love him, while others hate him. There are a few reasons why people hate Sepiatone Mario, and they're all wrong. The first reason is that people think Sepiatone Mario is ugly. They're wrong because Sepiatone Mario is actually quite handsome. He's just a little bit different than what people are used to seeing. The second reason is that people think Sepiatone Mario is a rip-off of Sepia Toad. This is also wrong because Sepiatone Mario is his own character. He's not a rip-off of anyone. The third reason is that people think Sepiatone Mario is lazy. They think he's just a lazy clone of Mario. This is wrong because Sepiatone Mario is actually quite hardworking. He's just a little bit slower than Mario because he's a bit overweight. Overall, there are a few reasons why people hate Sepiatone Mario. However, all of these reasons are wrong. Sepiatone Mario is a great character who deserves more love.

There's something about Sepiatone Mario that just hits different. The warm, golden hues of the sepia-toned world are just so darn cozy and inviting. And while Mario games are always fun and full of adventure, Sepiatone Mario just feels different. It feels like coming home. Maybe it's because the sepia tones remind us of old photographs and films. Maybe it's because it's a throwback to a simpler time. Whatever the reason, there's just something about Sepiatone Mario that resonates with us on a deep, nostalgic level. And it's not just us. The Internet is absolutely obsessed with Sepiatone Mario. Just do a quick search on Twitter or Tumblr and you'll find a treasure trove of fan art, GIFs, and memes all dedicated to our beloved Sepiatone Mario. So why is Sepiatone Mario so beloved? We think it's because he reminds us of a time when life was just a little bit simpler. A time when we didn't have to worry about bills or work or the stresses of everyday life. A time when we could just sit back and enjoy a good video game. And that's why we think Sepiatone Mario is so special. He's a reminder of a time when life was just a little bit simpler and a whole lot more fun.

There's no denying that Mario's got style. He's been rocking his signature red and blue ensemble for decades, and it's become one of the most iconic looks in gaming. But what if Mario decided to change things up a bit? What if he decided to go for a more retro look, inspired by the classic sepia tones of early photography?

That's exactly what happened in New Super Mario Bros. Wii 2: The Lost Levels, where Mario donned a special Sepiatone outfit that made him look like he'd stepped right out of a history book. And while some might write Sepiatone Mario off as simply a reskin of the classic plumber, there's actually a lot more to him than meets the eye. For starters, Sepiatone Mario has a unique visual style that sets him apart from his standard-color counterpart. His sepia-toned look gives him an antique feel that's perfect for the game's 8-bit inspired aesthetic. But beyond that, Sepiatone Mario also has a few unique abilities that make him a force to be reckoned with. For one, Sepiatone Mario can turn invisible for a short period of time. This allows him to sneak past enemies and reach places that would otherwise be inaccessible. He can also use this power to reach high platforms by becoming invisible and jumping on invisible blocks. In addition, Sepiatone Mario can shoot Sepiaballs, which are unique in that they leave behind a trail of smoke, which can be used to solve puzzles and reach new areas. So, while Sepiatone Mario might just look like a regular Mario with a new coat of paint, he's actually a pretty powerful character with some unique abilities. So next time you see him in a game, don't write him off as just a reskin. He's so much more than that.

While some may argue that Sepiatone Mario is just a lazy reskin of Mario, there are definitely some differences that set him apart. He may not be a huge departure from the original, but Sepiatone Mario is still his own character - and that's worth something.

It was a dark and stormy night. Mario was at home, relaxing in his chair and enjoying a peaceful evening. Suddenly, the power went out and Mario was plunged into darkness. He heard a noise coming from upstairs and went to investigate. Mario slowly climbed the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached the top of the stairs and saw a figure standing in the hallway. The figure was Sepiatone Mario, and he was holding a knife. Mario tried to run, but Sepiatone Mario was too fast. He caught up to Mario and stabbed him in the back. Mario died instantly. The next morning, the police arrived at Mario's house. They found Sepiatone Mario standing over Mario's body, still holding the bloody knife. When asked why he killed Mario, Sepiatone Mario simply said, 'It was time for him to go.'

Some Mario fans believe that Sepiatone Mario is a trickster because he is often seen carrying a bag of tricks with him. These fans believe that Sepiatone Mario uses his bag of tricks to deceive his opponents and to win races. While there is no concrete evidence to support this theory, it is a popular belief among some Mario fans.

Sepiatone Mario's favourite pizza is the classic Margherita pizza. His favourite pasta dish is spaghetti with meatballs. Sepiatone Mario is a fun-loving character who enjoys spending time with his friends. He is always up for a good time, and his infectious personality makes him a joy to be around. He is also quite the trickster, always ready to have a laugh. If you're looking for a fun-loving, food-loving character, Sepiatone Mario is the perfect choice. He is sure to make your next gaming session a blast!

If you're ever in the Mushroom Kingdom and you see Sepiatone Mario, be sure to say hello - and maybe offer him a slice of classic Margherita pizza. He'll be sure to thank you - with a big smile and a hearty appetite!

#sepiatone mario #sepiatone #mario #sepia tone mario #sepia-tone mario #sepiatone-mario #sepia tone-mario #sepia-tone-mario #sepia toad

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart! He liked:

emotions ✧⁠*⁠。

SO HIGH LIKE IM ON EVEREST ‼️‼️

So high like I'm on Everest I ain't ever coming down I ain't ever coming down 🎶

my honest reaction

Everest!! ✨dreamteam forever!!🩵

1hr doodle art for EVEREST🏔️ I ain't ever coming down, I ain't ever coming down!

I HAD TOO MUCH ENERGY TO BURN OFF WHILE WAITING FOR EVEREST TO COME OUT SO I MADE THIS RANDOM FLOWER DROT ?????????

Remember what you came from (dream doodle)

Dear Dream, It's easy to love you🩷

🏔️

and I did it . This lil fairy wants nothing to do with pirates or fighting, he's only interested in taking naps, long naps..

Three angels

doodles since i got rusty 😩

There's nothing else but right here, right now 💚🧡🩵

Game night!! 🎮

Howdy 🤠🤯

For the discord summer icon competition thingy! I just wanted to enter once, vote me if you like :))

“To who ever wants to hear”

Afternoon chess with the dream team

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYLVEE !! 🎉🤍 it’s sylvee day everyone :DD

Dream and his...buddies🤭

TO WHOEVER WANTS TO HEAR :)

to whoever wants to hear;

Baby grge is tired‼️

dream team FOREVER !!

warmup sketch ⛅️

some musicians chillin :P

they're pocket sized

I’m sorry for the person I’ll become when drEP releases 👍

just wanted to draw dream in these hats again cus he’s so cute

tiny🤏

am ready for drep

together... to the end... biblethump

just totally normal shower bonding time between bros, nothing to see here 👍

trying to doodle in train is definitely something

Howdy, partner! 🤠

Tiny dream! What will he do?

strawberry boba 🍓

baby

doodle :^)

does anybody know where is he looking at

some dre doodles

?😟

HOW DID BRO LOST HIS CAT BEANIES?? 🤣🤣😨

POV you find your roommate very casually chilling on the couch on his phone while also wearing ur shorts

Dream and patches vs sapnap ♟

pookie loves pizza 🍕

biblically accurate height 🤏

when @Dream_Fanart is active when ur at school (i promise ill make actual fanart when im at home)

friends + their adventures!

the mask returns...

I had to do it, okay

baby pink and baby blue:D✨

✨⭐️

Dream

To whoever wants to hear... "So high like I'm on Everest"

dreams been cooking in the studio again

EVEREST !!! 🏔️(i'm so excited )

EVEREST OUT NOW

Everest

He stays winning

necesitaba dibujarlo AWHWHWHWH <3<3

they're at the beach

dream has another announcement guys???

hes confused...

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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Sonia, I'm roping you in with an ask even though you're not always here (miss u, love u) 💜 we know you are the romcom QUEEN - give us your top 5 favourite romcoms!

Hi friend, thanks for this totally not difficult-at-all question. Lol.

Okay, as you know, I can’t ever answer anything succinctly. I am going to take this opportunity to plug this nonfiction book I’m listening to on audio, titled “From Hollywood with Love: The Rise and Fall (and Rise Again) of the Romantic Comedy.” –highly recommend it to anyone who is a rom-com nerd like me.

The book asks the following question to determine what can be considered a romantic comedy:

“If you removed the love story from this movie, would you still have a movie? If the answer is no, it’s a romantic comedy.”

With this question in mind, here is my list (not in ranking order, I’m just listing them as they come to me.) Also, yes, this means I can’t list the 2000 gem that was Miss Congeniality. That is my #1 favorite Sandy movie. Not to worry, though, Sandy B. still makes the list.

Here we go:

Serendipity: The trope. NYC as a character. The cast—John Cusack, Kate Beckinsale, John Corbett, Molly Shannon, and the illustrious Eugene Levy who stole all of his scenes as the Bloomingdale’s employee making John Cusack’s life miserable lol. It’s just so good. It’s peak rom-com in the early 2000s. Those of you old enough to appreciate that era of rom-coms will know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s one of my all-time favs. 👏🏽

Two Weeks Notice: Sandy B. Listen, I had to work hard not to make every movie on this list a Sandra Bullock-starring film. I feel like choosing your favorite rom-com actress from the 90s/2000s is a little like choosing your boyband team from that same era. I am Team Sandy B. all the way. (No disrespect to Julia and Meg, and so many others who also made movies I loved.) I love Sandra in this movie opposite Hugh Grant, she’s so smart and so funny. The premise of this movie is actually one I still hold out hope for seeing written as firstprince fanfic someday. Sandra is an environmental lawyer who goes to work for a billionaire’s company in order to save a community center that is very dear to her. There are aspects of that plot that I think Alex and Henry would fit into, and aspects to tweak because I don't think Henry would be quite as arrogant or bumbling as Hugh's character. I could talk about this at length lol.

Definitely, Maybe: Again – the cast. Ryan Reynolds. Isla Fisher. Rachel Weisz. Abigail Breslin. The trope/premise?? So good. I love how it jumps through time and shows us how second chances present themselves in our lives. It’s just a really lovely film and probably my favorite Ryan as a rom-com leading man, though The Proposal is a close second.

Hitch: This movie had me in tears, both from laughter and emotions. Also, the scene where Will Smith is teaching Kevin James’ character how to dance. Iconic. "I'm making the pizza!" “Don’t need no pizza, they got food there!” 😂

My Big Fat Greek Wedding: Windex. Nia Vardalos and John Corbett, watching their characters meet and fall in love. Just so damn dreamy. 😍 I also really love how this movie portrays that when you choose a partner, you’re also choosing their family. 💖

Set It Up: I know this is six lol. But I had to add in a movie post-2010. I love this one so much. I know a movie has become part of my personality when I start adopting the dialogue into my everyday vernacular lol. “I overdicked” is said A LOT. 😂 Also GLEN POWELL. 😏

Thanks for the nice ask! 💕

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thewistlingbadger · 9 months

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With the most recent installments to the fnaf franchise, the discussion of Cassie's father has become a main topic. The common theory is that Cassie's father is "the Bonnie bro". I'm personally against this theory and here's why

(Note: please take everything I say with a grain of salt I don't know the lore like the back of my hand and this is all just my opinion)

1. Satisfaction

The main reason I'm against the theory is because it's not narratively satisfying. This franchise is defined by its exclusively when it comes to characters. They always want to recycle the same characters we've always had. "I always come back" is literally one of the most iconic lines from the series. So to me, to have some random, no name, only mentioned once, less than a minute of screen time, ass dude become an important figure? Hell no.

2. Background info

In order to identify Cassie's father, we must use the information that is given by Cassie. Cassie is a racially ambiguous girl with some dark features who is at least a decade old. She says during Ruin that her dad works for fazbear, has had a deep love for the company, and it's also implied that she hasn't seen him in awhile. In help wanted 2, the player is an older ("hey, you look like you got kids") and masculine (listen to the burp sounds when eating food) worker for fazbear. All three of those fit the bill for Cassie's father. So if I don't think it's Bonnie bro, who do I think it is?

3. It's Micheal

In help wanted 2, there's three (maybe even 4) different time periods we play through. We play through sister location, security breach, and ruin (the additional 4th being fnaf 6). Clearly even though help wanted 2 is supposed to a fazbear employee training sim, it's so much more since the games seem to transcend time by going back and forth between past and future. So that means the player has lived through all of those times. We know for a FACT that Micheal is the main character for sister location. In fact, there ARE no other human characters in sister location besides the dead technicians (supporters of the Bonnie bro theory suggest that Cassie's dad still worked at sister location despite this). There are also multiple voice lines in the game that are extremely important! There's the stuff mystic hippo says, there's baby's lines, and "why are you so special".

Baby says "I feel bad for you" , "I like it here. It's safe, safe forever.", "i recognize you", and "you should have known I'd find you". These lines are PERSONAL. This is NOT stuff she's saying to someone she saw years ago at birthday party or to a random worker that was at sister location. This is her BROTHER, whom she has a hard history with. Why is the player so special? Because it's Michael, and he's always been important.

Michael, the first born, the one responsible for the death of CC. Michael, the one who went location to location, trying to undo the sins of his father. It's Michael that's always been the main character.

Michael also fits the bill for Cassie's dad. He's an older, masculine guy who has a history with working for fazbear, and if we're looking at how Michael looks in the bite of 1983, he and Cassie look similar. (Meaning Michael has dark features like tan skin, brown hair, dark eyes. Of course tho, it doesn't really matter what Michael looks like since Cassie could just look a lot like her other parent. Michael is also canonically white so-)

In the pizza Plex, there's a recreation of Michael's room from sister location. It's not the real room, since there's no evidence that Michael's house was built near sister location, or that sister location and fnaf 6 were one in the same. Micheal's room isn't found underneath the pizza Plex where fnaf 6 was, but in the main levels of the building. His room is also altered. The door is smaller, the show on the screen is different, and there's a message on the wall. If Michael isn't an active player at this point, why is his room here. No one else besides him would recognize that room. This also proves that Micheal was somewhat around during security breach, since that is the only time we see this room.

With that being said, let's move on.

4. Counterpoints

It is heavily stressed that Cassie's dad likes Bonnie. Michael is often associated with foxy, since he would attack CC with a foxy mask on. However, he's only associated with foxy in fnaf 4, and that's it. I don't think he would continue to associate with it decades after. Bonnie was always William's favorite and the rabbit is always associated with his evilness and empire. It's unlikely that Micheal would associate with something so connected to his father. There's two things I say to this. 1: it could be that Micheal doesn't like Bonnie/is impartial but says he does to Cassie since she's a kid and he's her dad. If little Cassie asks her dad, who's your favorite animatronic, he's gonna pick one. By choosing to stay so close to fazbear, he has to somewhat open his heart to the company a bit post the defeat of Afton. 2: when you look at the Bonnie mask in the hidden chest of PQ4 and the AR Bonnie mask in Ruin, the masks are red underneath the purple. The foxy mask is red.

At this point in the story, Micheal is "dead". He died in the fnaf 6 fire. However, given that baby, William, and others have clearly come back after the fire, who's to say Micheal can't come back as well?

So is Michael Cassie's dad? Idk, but I think there's some real compelling stuff.

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