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Chapter 3: Mr. Blue Sky

As the last song of the album Don’t Bring Me Down faded out, Melvyn pestered Hugh to play Out of the Blue.

“Hey Hugh?” Melvyn asked.

“Yes, Mel?” Replied Hugh.

“You know—since we’re up in the sky and all that, can you play Out of the Blue pretty please?” He asked eagerly. Hugh sighed a very weary sigh.

“Uuugh, fine, I guess!” He grumbled and begrudgingly pulled the cd out and popped it in.

The three then listened to the songs on that album.

Hugh wasn’t ready for what was going to happen when Mr. Blue Sky came on.

When the drum beat came on, Melvyn started tapping his feet. Hugh became increasingly nervous.

“Oh…. Oh no…” he whispered, shaking slightly.

“THE SUN IS SHINING IN THE SKY~” Melvyn belted. Hugh jumped a little bit.

“Please no… nooooo!” Hugh qualmed, he put his face in his hands and tried to ignore the singing cellist.

“THERE AIN’T A CLOOOUD IN SIGHT

IT STOPPED RAININ’—EVERYBODY’S HERE TO PLAY

AND DON’T YOU KNOW, IT’S A BEAUTIFUL NEW DAY! HEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEY!”

Then came the second drumbeat and Melvyn tapped his knees with his hands which made the plane shake, and Hugh cringed in fear and embarrassment.

“RUNNING DOWN THE AVENUE

*pant* *pant* *pant*

SEE HOW THE SUUUUUN SHINES BRIGHTLY

ON THE STREETS WERE ONCE WAS PITY

MR. BLUE SKY IS LIVING HERE TODAY—HEEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEEY”

Cue the next drum beat.

“MR. BLUE SKY

PLEASE TELL US WHY

YOU HAD TO HIIIIDE AWAY FOR SOOOO LOOONG

SOOOOO LOOOOONG

WHERE DID WE GO WROOOOONG?

MR. BLUE SKY

PLEASE TELL US WHY

YOU HAD TO HIIIIDE AWAY FOR SOOOO LOOONG

SOOOOO LOOOOONG

WHERE DID WE GO WROOOOONG?”

Cue the fire extinguisher tapping, Melvyn kicking Hugh’s seat which was a little ways in front of him, so he had to stretch his leg and could only tap the seat with his foot. Hugh jolted up and got startled.

“Melvyn!” He cried.

Hugh hoped that this situation wouldn’t get worse.

But to his dismay, it did.

Climbing out of his seat, Melvyn appeared a few inches away from Hugh’s face and sang right in front of his face.

“Mel how-“ Hugh started.

“HEY YOU WITH THE PRETTY FACE

WELCOME TO THE HUUUUMAAAAN RACE

A CELEBRATION, MR. BLUE SKY’S UP THERE WAITING

AND TODAY IS THE DAY WE WAITED FOOOOO-OOOOOO-OOOOOOR”

Melvyn happily skipped his way back to his seat to the beat of the next fire extinguisher tapping.

Hugh sat there startled from the experience.

“MR. BLUE SKY

PLEASE TELL US WHY

YOU HAD TO HIIIIDE AWAY FOR SOOOO LOOONG

SOOOOO LOOOOONG

WHERE DID WE GO WROOOOONG?

HEEEEY THEEERRREEE MR. BLUE

WE’RE SO PLEASED TO BE WITH YOOOU

LOOK AROUND AND SEEEEE WHAT YOU DO

EVERYBOOOODY SMIIIILLLEESSS AT YOOOU”

HEEEEY THEEERRREEE MR. BLUE

WE’RE SO PLEASED TO BE WITH YOOOU

LOOK AROUND AND SEEEEE WHAT YOU DO

EVERYBOOOODY SMIIIILLLEESSS AT YOOOU”

With the guitar section appearing, out of nowhere, Melvyn miraculously pulled out his ochre-colored cello and stood up in his seat and played his cello to the melody of the song.

The whole time Mik sat there startled, staring at Melvyn this entire time. Hugh didn’t even want to look anywhere except in his own palms, he especially didn’t want to look at Melvyn.

“MR. BLUE, YOU DID IT RIGHT

BUT SOON COMES MR. NIIIIIGHT” Melvyn sang gracefully, his cello put away.

“Why do I have a feeling he’s going to get in my face again?” Hugh inaudibly mumbled to himself. He knew this song by heart, they all did considering it’s their most famous song as Space Oddity was to David Bowie and Bohemian Rhapsody was to the band Queen.

And Hugh proved himself right.

Literally creeping over to Hugh, Melvyn jump scared him.

“CREEPIN’ OVER, NOW HIS HAND IS ON YOUR SHOULDER” Melvyn sang as he laid his hand on Hugh’s shoulder, which scared him.

“Ohhh whyyyy,” Hugh griped.

“NEVER MIND… I’LL REMEMBER YOU THIS

I‘LL REMEMBER YOU THIS DAAAAAAY” Melvyn sang. He quickly got his red cello again and played it.

“MR. BLUE SKY

PLEASE TELL US WHY

YOU HAD TO HIIIIDE AWAY FOR SOOOOO LOOOOONG

SOOOOOO LOOOOOONG

WHEEERRREEEEE DID WE GO WROOOOONG

HEEEEEY THEEEERRRREEEE MR. BLUE

SKYYYYYYYYY

WE’RE SO PLEASED TO BE WITH YOOOOU

SKYYYYYYY

LOOK AROUND AND SEE WHAT YOU DOOOO

EVERYBODY SMILES AT YOOOOOU”

Melvyn then began to do the opera section in his loud, shrill London accent.

Once that was over, Melvyn did the cello part and once it was over, he sang this line softly.

“Pleeaaasssseeee tuuuuuurn meeeee oooveeerrrr,”

Melvyn let out a tired sigh and relaxed.

“Well, everyone. How did you like my singing?” Melvyn asked, satisfied.

Mik sat there dazed and nervous. Hugh finally sat back up and collected his thoughts.

“Well… it was…” Mik began.

“AMAZING???” Melvyn asked, staring into the violinist.

“Yeah… it was …” he responded nervously. Melvyn smiled widely.

“And Hugh?” the older cellist asked.

“Mel… that…. That was, um…. Uhhhh… h-how do I say this… I’m speechless…” Hugh said, shaking and out of breath. Melvyn’s smile grew wider.

“That was…?” He blurted, giving Hugh the cue to finish his sentence.

“T-that was… terrifying…” Hugh muttered weakly. Melvyn’s smile wavered and turned into a pout.

“W-what…?” He asked, devastated.

“Terrifyingly beautiful! Your singing really shocked me to be quite honest—but it’s good! You really should sing for the band!” Hugh exclaimed, the thoughts racing through his mind and the words running out of his mouth. Melvyn’s face lit up.

“R-really?” He asked, grateful.

“Yeah, really—“ Hugh responded, calming down. Melvyn leaned back and sighed.

“Thank you… for a second I thought you hated my singing… but it’s good to know you appreciate it!” Melvyn happily declared.

Hugh felt pretty guilty honestly. Was he lying? He didn’t know. All the fear made him feel uncertain and guilty regardless. It’s not that he thought Melvyn had no talent—he was just very uneasy by his sudden solo there. Was it beautiful? Yes. But Hugh felt like he was trying to hide something. He just sat there, with the three of them finishing up the album and when it ended, he put it away and didn’t play anymore music. Mik and Melvyn both understood why Hugh felt the way he did—but it greatly concerned the latter.

“Hughie?” He asked.

“Yes, Mel?” Hugh replied.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,”

“Are… you upset?”

Hugh didn’t respond.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Well…”

“Hughie please don’t be upset! If you didn’t like my singing it’s… it’s okay I just really wanted to sing since I really love that song and we’re in the sky and all that and-“

“Melvyn…. Melvyn. Melvyn, it’s alright. I did like your singing… it’s just… it did startle me… a little bit…”

Melvyn didn’t say anything out of fear of reprimand.

“Okay, I lied! Well, kind of. It startled me a lot. I’m not upset… it’s just that…”

“Oh—I’m sorry I gave you quite the scare hahaha! I promise I won’t ever do that again if you don’t like… it…”

“No… it’s fine, we’re friends! I can handle foolishness and all that nonsense. I literally live and breathe foolishness and nonsense. It’s just I’m very nervous trying to fly this plane and… I just didn’t want to make you feel insulted,”

Melvyn sighed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, it’s alright Hugh, I wouldn’t mind regardless! In fact, I’m glad I scared you~ because it’s hilarious!” Melvyn cheered. Hugh laughed it off and was relieved he took it well. The three chills for a while until Hugh got increasingly weak.

“Hm… all this piloting is making me feel… a bit peckish…” Hugh mumbled to himself. So out of nowhere he got a family-sized bag of flamin hot Cheetos. He opened the bag and proceeded to eat them while putting the plane on autopilot since he couldn’t really focus at the moment.

“WHY DO I HEAR CRUNCHING???” Melvyn asked.

“Is he… eating?” Mik asked.

“HUGH GIVE ME SOME!” Melvyn barked, his appetite developing.

“No, these are mine!” Hugh growled, not thinking straight because he needed the food.

“Please??? PLEASE??? HUGH I NEED SOMETHING TO EAT TOO!!! Not everything is about you mate!” Melvyn hounded, desperately.

Meanwhile, Mik quietly brought out a bucket of fried chicken and began eating it happily, as he was also hungry, and he didn’t want to disturb the other two, nor did he want them to notice him eat.

Hugh began to eat quicker.

“THAT’S IT!” Melvyn growled. He got out of his seat and leaped on Hugh, trying to pry the bag from his hands.

“Melvyn stop! This is my food! I’m literally not feeling well because it’s literally 12:00 and it’s lunchtime!!!” Hugh pleaded, not wanting to be pestered anymore.

“No! It’s lunchtime for me too!” The other cellist yelled aggressively. The two started wrestling and got out of the cockpit and began to battle in the middle of the plane. Mik giggled to himself and continued enjoying his lunch.

They pulled and tugged at the bag, with Melvyn’s polished nails chipping.

Then, the bag started tearing.

“See Melvyn? See what you did?” Hugh cried, angry that his bag was ruined. Influenced by intense anger, Hugh pried the bag from him and it tore in half, all the red Cheetos bursting into the air.

Mik jumped once he heard the bag pop, and sheepishly turned his head to face the other two.

Both Hugh’s and Melvyn’s faces were shocked, and they said nothing as the chips fell to the ground.

Seething, Hugh marched back to the pilot’s seat and just sat there. He got a second identical bag of the hot Cheetos and ate it. He noticed that there was a third bag and started to feel guilty.

Melvyn started eating the Cheetos that were on the surface of the pile, and had fun doing so. Hugh happened to look back and saw him.

“Melvyn… that is absolutely the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my entire life… please stop that and come here!” Hugh beckoned.

“Why?” Asked Melvyn, still sour from their spat earlier.

“I have a whole new bag of them for you,” Hugh replied. Eyes lighting up, Melvyn zoomed to him.

Quickly grabbing the bag and thanking Hugh, Melvyn sat back down and got some Pink Sauce and dipped the Cheetos in it.

“You’re quite wel- WHAT???” Hugh was suddenly caught off guard by Melvyn’s unconventional food combination.

“Oh, please. This is really really good! You should try this!” Melvyn replied, oblivious to Hugh being disgusted.

“NO! Are you kidding me?” Hugh retorted. Melvyn slightly pouted and continued eating.

Mik, no longer wanting to eat chicken, decided to get some popcorn and began eating it.

“Hey guys, want some fried chicken?” Mik asked the other two. Both cellists perked up.

“Fried… CHICKEN???” Melvyn asked, excited.

“Mik… where did you get that chicken from, mate?” Asked Hugh.

“Oh, I just had it in my seat the whole time! It was good too!” Mik replied, satisfied and smiling. The other two rushed up to him and got their chicken pieces and left him.

Melvyn covered a drumstick in Pink Sauce.

“Melvyn Gale, I swear. You eat the most disgusting things on the planet,” Hugh complained, terrified and frustrated at the same time. Melvyn laughed uncontrollably as did Mik.

“But Hugh! It’s really good! Try it!”

“Oh… fine!!”

Hugh tried the obnoxious combination.

He was instantly disgusted.

“Why did you make me do that?” Hugh griped, incredibly uncomfortable. The other two laughed even harder.

Meanwhile, at the house, Jeff twiddled his thumbs as he sipped on his tea at the kitchen table.

“Any of you reckon where the string trio went?” Jeff asked, curiously.

Richard shook his head and moved a lock of his ashy blonde hair out of his eyes. Kelly took a bite out of an apple.

“Nahhh honestly I don’t,” he muttered through his bites.

“What was that?” Jeff asked, not understanding what Kelly just said.

Kelly swallowed his food and took a deep breath.

“I honestly don’t know where they went off too,” Kelly replied softly yet more clear.

“Well, I think it’s weird that they haven’t come back for lunch time! Surely they’re hungry by now!” Jeff exclaimed, confused and a bit concerned.

“Well, maybe we should go look for them, it’s possible they came back wherever they were and we just didn’t notice,” Bev suggested.

“The issue with that Bev, is that, Hugh would have made it known by now that he was hungry if he was here. Melvyn is also quite the talker himself. Did we even hear his voice lately? No! And we know for certain Mik hangs around those two all the time,” Jeff critiqued.

“I mean… he’s not wrong, Jeff. Looking for them is a good idea, at least in my opinion,” Kelly replied.

“Yes, Jeffrey. Why don’t you go look for them? You’re our frontman after all,” Bev said, shrugging in a slightly annoyed manner. Jeff sighed.

“Alrighty then,” he said, reluctantly. Jeff got up from the kitchen table and so did Kelly, as he wanted to help him. Richard and Bev just sat at the table and made small talk while waiting for the other two to come back.

It has been a few minutes but the two eventually came back.

“Any results?” Asked Bev in his low Brummie accent.

“Unfortunately no sign of the three. But! At least we are certain that we know they’re still not home! Jeff declared, disappointed yet trying to be thankful. Bev sighed and shook his head and turned back to Richard.

The string trio finished their food and were satisfied.

“You know what? I feel a lot better,” Hugh said. He turned off auto-pilot and proceeded to pilot again.

“Hugh… you know what we should do?” Melvyn asked. He was polishing his nails with clear nail polish to fix them from the chilling earlier.

“Yes?” Came the response.

“Since you’re a very good pilot, and all, do you think you can do plane tricks like how you do your cello tricks?”

“You know… that’s not a bad idea!” He answered.

And so Hugh decided to do loops in the air, mind you this wasn’t a small plane, it was a huge passenger one.

“Woah, Hugh! You’re pretty good at this!” Melvyn cried, surprised. Mik was surprised as well yet a little scared.

“I mean… I guess I was made to do tricks with everything after all!” Hugh exclaimed, happy to find a new hobby in life. He was so excited that he began to fly the plane upside down.

“WOW!!!” Melvyn cheered, “You must really love this thing!”

“You are correct, Mel. I do! I love this aircraft so much!” Hugh cried in delight.

Hugh did this nonsense for what seemed like two hours until he eventually got tired of doing it. He put the plane on auto-pilot and leaned back in his seat.

Unfortunately, he was so tired that he didn’t noticed he accidentally crushed Melvyn’s legs, as the latter was sitting behind him.

Melvyn screamed.

“Wha- what was that?!” Hugh asked, startled and disoriented.

“Did something happen?” Mik asked, startled as well.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!” Melvyn cried, in so much pain. Hugh looked back and was horrified.

“Oh—I’m hurting! Hugh what are you doing to me?” Melvyn cried out confused and scared.

“Oh- oh no… I’m so sorry Melvyn…” he said, feeling very guilty and upset, he put the seat back up. Melvyn was relieved.

“You see… I was just reclining and I forgot you were sitting right behind me… oh please forgive me mate!” Hugh pleaded, devastated.

“Hugh—it’s alright! I’m fine, don’t worry about me!” Melvyn said, stretching out his legs to relax.

Hugh breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to the front and began to fall asleep.

Flying a plane was serious business.

#hugh mcdowell #melvyn gale #electric light orchestra #mik kaminski #pilot hugh & co.#crackfic #fanfic

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deus-ex-mona · 2 years

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DANCE BATTLE!!: Chapter 7

this totally ends exactly how you’d expect it to

previous part (chapter 6)

next part (epilogue)

With Aizo, Yujiro, as well as the other members of FT4 as his audience, DAI began to perform his dance.

Yujiro: …!

Aizo: He’s amazing…

DAI: (Hah… whaddya think? You’re still far from catching up to me, Aizo.)

MEGU: I seeeee, this sure is a performance that’s expected of DAI. This is how us performers should be.

MEGU: But… When he’s giving it his all—

MEGU: He’s just so cute☆

DAI: …!

DAI: Oi, MEGU! You just said something unnecessary, didn’t you?!

MEGU: Ehh, I don’t think I did, though? Aren’t you getting kinda flustered, DAI?

DAI: Like hell I am!

MEGU: But more importantly, I wanna dance too. Can I join in?!

DAI: Ah, oi…

DAI: (At this rate, the point of the dance battle will be…)

DAI: Screw it! Yujiro! You start dancing too!

Yujiro: Eh…?

DAI: Aizo! Get in here too!

Aizo: Y-yessir…!

YUI: Wowee, this is the best part yet!

RIO: Our fans sure would envy us for getting to witness such a spectacle, huh?

YUI: By the way, what are we even doing here?

RIO: …Who knows? Well, I guess this kind of thing is fine, every once in a while.

RIO: It isn’t that bad for like-minded guys like them to interact like—

IV: …Hey guys? What are you up to?

DAI: …Ugh.

MEGU: IV…!

IV: DAI, what did you mean by your “Ugh”?

DAI: Ah… Umm…

Yujiro: IV…! I’m so sorry. Please pardon my intrusion.

Aizo: Y-you guys sure have a nice studio…!

IV: Oh, Yujiro and Aizo… Welcome.

IV: You two are fine. The ones I have a problem with are…

DAI: …

MEGU: …

IV: DAI, MEGU?

IV: Don’t I always tell you not to drag LIPxLIP into your nonsense against their will?

DAI: Th… That’s not it at all! We’re just! We’re just having a little consultation, that’s all…

IV: If it’s supposed to be just “a little consultation”, then why were all of you dancing?

DAI: Well, all kinds of things happened, so…

DAI: Wait a sec! This entire thing only happened because of you!

IV: All I said was that Aizo seemed troubled, and that I’d like you to help him out.

IV: I don’t recall… asking you to drag YUI and RIO into the festivities too, no?

Aizo: U-um… I’m sorry! This was my fault for asking DAI for the impossible…

Yujiro: Ye-yeah, precisely! I was the one who asked MEGU…

MEGU: Yup, yup! He asked me for help! So that’s why I’m not…

IV: “...at fault or anything”, you were going to say? If that’s so, then why have you been trying to sneak around me like that?

DAI: …! MEGU! So he really did find out about it because of you!

MEGU: Eh?! Why?! I didn’t speak a word of it to him, though?!

DAI: You’re just way too easy to understand!

IV: …DAI?

DAI: I know, I know! Sorry, it’s my fault. I’m the one who challenged LIPxLIP to a dance battle!

#my name is dai. i like to dance.#fedora translations4 #just honeypre things #just saying: i hate the way this chapter ended </3 #hello event please end already i wanna see the epilogue thanks-

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 1 year

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Yuko X Aspiring Male Devil Hunter

Requested by Yerserper on Wattpad Wanings: Mentions of gore, violence, language, Drugs, Pshycadelics Your first assignment with your new friend Yuko was an unpleasant one but for entirely different reasons than you are thinking, Probably.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“That was extremely unpleasant” You said as you scraped the goop the sea cucumber devil exploded into after you and Yuko killed it off of your face.

“Agreed” Was all Yuko said as she kicked a still writhing tentacle away from her.

“Who in the hell is even afraid of Sea Cucumbers!?” you exclaimed as you grabbed your weapon and pulled it out of the ground where you had embedded it with a single swing.

“I’m guessing someone who doesn’t like having organs spit out at them” Yuko stated absentmindedly as she grabbed her hatchet.

“Fucking what!?” You asked/shouted.

“Oh, yeah Sea Cucumbers spit out their organs to scare off predators!” Yuko said energetically.

You went quiet before saying “Asa?”

Yuko nodded sagely and said “Asa.”

A moment of silence occurred between the two of you before you asked “Uh Yoko did say anything else about Sea Cucumbers, like uh poisons or psychedelics?”

“She did actually! Why?” Yuko asked you.

“Oh no reason, you just, uh have very pretty wavy hair, and eyes too!” You said as you placed a gooey hand on the side of her face.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

You got drugged

By the Sea Cucumber devil

And Yuko got it all on film

For her own viewing pleasure at a later date

But right now she was more concerned with the well being of one of her two friends

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

You awoke to someone poking you in the face.

“Urgh geroff me” You groaned as you rolled over and swatted the hand away.

“Uh I wouldn’t do that if I we-” Yoko attempted to say as you rolled over and smashed your head directly into the side of the bathtub.

In response to this you groaned out “Ow” and Yuko cackled at your misfortune

~After Yuko managed to wake you up and pull you out of the bathtub~

“Why in the world was I in your bathtub and why are my clothes soaked?”

You were covered in psychedelic goop so I dragged you here threw you into my bathtub an ran the shower while you looked at your hands like a drugged out hippie.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Needless to say you needed a new set of clothes

Luckily your bag which held your wallet was saved from the goop explosion

So one debacle of asking Yuko to run and get you some clothes in the pouring rain later and her running off to the store to get some cheap clothes you were dressed in a hoodie, sweatpants, and Yuko was kind enough to get you some cheap flip flops

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Sooooo while we’re waiting here for the rain to let up, why do you want to be a Devil Hunter?” Yuko asked as she cleaned her glasses off.

“The pay’s good, great benefits, and revenge, you?” You answered before asking the same question of Yuko.

“Same” Was Yuko’s response.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The two of you then sat comfortably in the silence as minute after minute ticked by and you both slowly realized that the rain wouldn’t be letting up any time soon

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“*Yawn* What time is it?” Yuko asked you

“21:45 (9:45)” was your tired response, the day’s events catching up to you

“Hey, how about we hang out this weekend?” Yuko asked you as she began to sway in her chair.

“Sur-” You attempted to respond before Yuko interrupted you.

“Like a date!” Yuko slurred out.

“What, Yuko, are you okay!?” You asked your friend worriedly

Yuko promptly ignored you in favor of asking you a question“Hey did you mean what you said about me having pretty eyes? And hair?”

This promptly sent alarms off in your head because 1) You vaguely remember saying that before you blacked out 2) OH FUCK SHE KNOWS I LIKE HER EYES AND HAIR!!! 3) OH NO SHE’S GOT DRUGGED BY THE SEA CUCUMBER DEVIL!!!

“Hey, Yuko, how about we get you into the shower?” You hesitantly asked.

“Whyyyyyyy!? Do you wanna seeeee me naked? Pervert!” Yuko exclaimed before standing up and beginning to strip

“WAIT YUKO NO-” Was your response

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Yuko’s a damn menace

It took you the better part of an hour to throw her into the shower another half of one to spray her off

It was past midnight by the time you were finished

And even then that wasn’t the end of the whole debacle

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“Okay Yuko, I need you to do me a favor” You begged her as she rolled onto her bedding wearing some pajamas you managed to wrestle her into.

“Suuure, mister perv!” Yuko exclaimed before devolving into a fit of giggles.

“Can you please, please, please stay here?” You begged her.

“Suuuuure but I have a condition!” Yuko said happily.

“Okay? What’s the condition you hesitantly asked?

“Lean a little closer!” Yuko told you.

You complied, desperate to get Yuko to stay in place for even a few moments

“Little closer,” Yuko continued.

“Aannnnd GOT YOU!!!” Yuko shouted as she wrapped herself around you like a squid and dragged you into the bedding with an Iron grip.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

So, here you were. (Barbecue Sauce On Your Tiddies)

Stuck in bed with Yuko

Under different circumstances you would be happy to be stuck in bed with your Crush Best Friend

But Yuko was drugged, and from what little you remember about when you were under the same effects probably tripping balls

So not a good combination to wake up with someone in your bed

But the lady with an Iron Grip on your entire body has decided that you don’t get a choice in the matter

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Mhm, whuz goin on?” Yuko grumbled as she looked at your sleeping face.

“Oooh, this is a good dream! that's rare,” Yuko whispered to herself.

Yoko moved her hand from around your neck and placed it on your face which made her realize two things

You have nice skin

This is not a dream

THIS IS NOT A DREAM

Yoko then promptly panicked and kicked you into the wall

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

-The Next Day-

“I heard you and Glasses girl got into a fight with the Sea Cucumber Devil, you didn't get any of that goop on you did ya?” Denji asked you as you and him walked to the club room.

“We did, why?” You responded

Deni laughed at your misfortune before exclaiming “Oh, I’m guessing you tripped balls? But let me tell you that's not the worst part of that Goop! The worst part is it makes you act without any inhibitions!”

Denji cackled as the two of you rounded the corner and ran into Asa and Yuko, who from the mirrored looks on your faces was just told the same thing you were.

#chainsaw man #Yuko x reader #Yuko #Chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man x you

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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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i dont know if i asked on this but im gonna repeat my answer

NO HES NOT em baby i know you🫶🏼 i have a feeling everything's gonna go down🥲 YOU LOVE ANGST

(i love angst i hope he doesnt win)

LOOK, DONT COME AT ME BUT LIKE WE ALL KNOW HE DESERVES TO WIN wether irl or in fictions but like imagine him losing and then imagine what will happen afterwards 👀

LOLLLLL sarah not you actually hoping for a loss!!! 🤭 you know i DO love me some angst but also - can't these depressed bitches finally be happy for once?!?!! 😩 i guess we will have to wait and seeeee 👀

thank u for voting babe i love youuuuu!!!! 💜

vote before we find out! will LDOMLT yoongi win his grammy nom? 🤔

#sarah-217 #mbox 📮#LDOMLT spoilers #ask game

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pesterloglog · 5 months

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John Egbert, Jade Harley

Act 5, page 3415-3419

-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --

EB: hey jade, are you there? i have a computer now.

EB: this boring guy keeps blinking at me though, and it's weird.

GG: john!!! :D

GG: wow, finally!

EB: hi!

EB: sorry i disappeared after you entered the game...

EB: but from what i have seen in the clouds, it doesn't look like you have had much trouble making progress!

GG: nope!

GG: dave was able to set up as my server player

GG: he is building up my house right now so that we can deploy some equipment up there

EB: oh, nice!

EB: dave is serving ALL the ladies, isn't he?

GG: yep!

EB: he is like a dude on butler island.

EB: i mean, a dude who happens to be one of the butlers...

EB: doing a lot of serving, to various ladies who are vacationing at this snooty resort.

EB: wait, i am fucking this up.

GG: :o

GG: thats ok, i wont tell him about it

EB: ok, good.

EB: all i am saying is, why can't i have a dave butler too?

GG: well, maybe you can.....

GG: i will try to put in a good word for you B)

EB: thank you.

EB: what is the equipment you're deploying?

GG: im not sure!

GG: something to do with cloning i guess? it serves some purpose in my quest as witch of space

GG: a nice troll named kanaya has been advising me on stuff about that

GG: have you talked to her?

EB: hmm... i don't think so. not recently anyway.

GG: you should!

GG: a bunch of trolls are not nearly as bad as i thought

GG: even karkat! he has been helping me too... sort of, hehe

EB: he has? but i thought he "hated" you!

GG: oh yeah, he said plenty of stuff like that, but i dont think he ever actually meant it

GG: flying off the handle is part is of his charm in a funny way, once you know that about him

EB: yes, this is what i have concluded about him as well.

EB: he is a pretty great guy. i am really looking forward to more of his outbursts, especially his first conversation with me, which i am to understand will be legendary.

EB: but we shouldn't tell him we said any of this, or he will be "furious"!

GG: heheheh

GG: shhhhhhhhh

EB: so what else have you been up to?

EB: we should try to catch up as much as possible!

GG: yeah!

GG: hmm what else... theres been so much going on, its been a little hard to keep track of it all!

GG: why dont you tell me what youve been up to first?

EB: oh man.

EB: you will never guess what i am doing right now.

EB: go ahead, try to guess, you will not succeed.

GG: ..............

GG: whoa :O

GG: john where did you get that nice flying car??????

EB: oh god dammit!

EB: how do you know!

EB: do you have rose's crystal ball?

GG: sort of!

GG: she gave me the code, and i made a cool pair of goggles with it

EB: argh, i am surrounded by real life witches!

EB: everyone i know is turning magic, it's ridiculous.

EB: including me! i'm magic now.

GG: it certainly seems so! what with your fancy magic car

GG: and your chauffeur familiar, i guess?

EB: no, he is neither a chauffeur, nor a familiar...

EB: he is just a new friend!

EB: also, this is not a magic car, it is an ordinary car.

EB: i found it in my dad's wallet.

GG: you did???

EB: yes, i just found his wallet on the ground.

EB: but my dad was nowhere to be found. :(

GG: :(

EB: the clouds led me to the wallet though, so maybe they will keep leading me to him?

GG: hmmmmm...

GG: maybe, but hang on let me try something

EB: ok.

EB: i have seen lots of interesting things in the clouds...

EB: i guess you used to see things like that all the time, right?

GG: yes!

GG: what have you seen?

EB: wow, uh...

EB: well, lots of things that were mysterious and didn't make much sense...

EB: but also lots of things i recognized.

EB: like stuff i have done before. and also stuff i will do in the future.

EB: and things that rose and dave have been up to...

EB: and you too!

GG: :O

GG: like what, what did you seeeee?

EB: well, i saw you on your island, and saw you sleeping in a floating bed, and...

EB: i saw your pretty snow planet...

EB: and i saw you with some frogs...

EB: have you found any frogs yet?

GG: frogs?

GG: no...

EB: well, i saw you once in a neat outfit...

EB: it was kind of like you were torn from the pages of my favorite japanese mangas.

EB: and the snow was melting.

EB: and you were surrounded by frogs for some reason!

EB: heh, now it sounds like i am describing a weird dream i had about you.

GG: sure does!

EB: which i guess is sorta true?? anyway, i guess that must not have happened yet.

GG: nope! but that sounds pretty interesting

GG: i wonder why i would be surrounded by frogs?

EB: dunno! but you are a witch, remember.

EB: witches LOVE frogs.

GG: hahaha thats true!

GG: i hope i am not planning on putting them in a cauldron or anything o_o

EB: i doubt it, it looked to me like a friendly gathering.

GG: whew!

EB: oh, and one time i saw a green version of you with pointy ears, and you were crying!

EB: did that happen yet?

GG: bluh. yes :|

GG: i prototyped my dead dream self and tried to get her to fight jack

GG: but it turned out to be a BIG MISTAKE

GG: god i cant believe how dumb that idea was, she was an emotional wreck

EB: oh no!

EB: what happened? where is she now?

GG: oh, she went off to cry somewhere else... good riddance!

EB: wow jade, you really have been up to a lot!

GG: hehe i guess so

EB: and i have just been staring at these dumb clouds for hours or whatever.

EB: i even saw my own dead body in a cloud!

GG: what!!!!!

GG: oh noooo

EB: it's ok though, it already happened.

EB: i was sort of tricked into sleeping on my quest bed.

EB: and when i went to sleep, jack killed me.

EB: she must have known that would happen...

GG: who?

EB: vriska. do you know her?

GG: i dont think so!

EB: she is pretty cool, but just between you and me, she might be a little crazy!

GG: well if she tricked you into getting killed, then i would have to agree

EB: but, i don't think it's really like that...

EB: honestly i think dying was a necessary part of the process, and she just didn't tell me so i wouldn't get scared.

GG: what process?

GG: and how are you alive now if you died! john im a little confused

EB: well... i died on the quest bed and woke up here, as my dream self.

EB: and now i have all these sweet wind powers.

EB: which is how i am making this car fly!

GG: ohhhhhh!

GG: that makes sense

GG: dave had mentioned you reached the god tier

EB: yeah!

GG: but he did not say what it involved D:

GG: he probably didnt want to make me worried

EB: maybe, or he was just being some sort of aloof coolkid.

GG: or that!

GG: but he also said that no one else would do it but you...

GG: actually, now it makes sense that i wouldnt be able to, since my dream self is dead

GG: its too bad really

EB: yeah...

GG: i wonder what space powers would be like??

EB: hmm, i have no idea!

GG: oh well

EB: maybe you shouldn't rule it out though?

EB: i mean, you did mention your dream self isn't COMPLETELY dead, remember?

GG: !!!

GG: youre right...

GG: i suddenly dont know if i want to become a god tier anymore :(

EB: heheh.

EB: she was that bad, huh?

GG: DX

GG: i dont even want to talk about her! she is sad and cowardly.

EB: ok, i will not pry.

GG: why dont you tell me about your new friend?

GG: he sure seems to be enjoying that horn!

EB: i know, right?

EB: /rolls eyes

EB: he is just this silly guy i met when i woke up here.

EB: he seemed to be curious about me and followed me around for a while.

EB: also, i noticed he was wearing my bedsheet.

GG: haha! what is he doing with that!

EB: i don't know, there seems to be this whole cult full of people who worship my ghost sheets.

EB: i ran into a bunch of them in a salamander village, they are all completely ridiculous.

EB: so i guess he is a member of the cult?

GG: probably!

GG: you are just going to have to deal with the fact that you are becoming a famous hero john, and people everywhere will idolize you

EB: derp! they aren't idolizing ME, it's my dumb bedsheets they love!

EB: it's so stupid.

EB: OH!

EB: also, another thing about him...

EB: he has the queen's ring!

GG: :o

GG: thats great! john you have to get that ring from him!

EB: i've tried! i asked him politely for it and everything.

EB: but he is very protective of it!

GG: hmmmmmmmmmm

GG: that is a problem!

EB: actually, i think it's ok.

EB: i think he is supposed to keep it.

GG: you do?

EB: yes. once i saw something in the clouds.

EB: it was hard to tell what was going on, but i saw him!

EB: im pretty sure it was the future, and he had the ring, and...

GG: and what?

EB: and then the cloud stopped showing me.

EB: but i am pretty sure that some day...

EB: he will have to wear it!

GG: 8O

EB: so i think i will just let him keep it.

EB: for some reason, i trust him.

GG: ok john.....

GG: i trust you

GG: so i will trust in your trust in him

EB: yeah, trust all around!

GG: im going to be a supportive piece of shit all day and fall down all this trust!

EB: how trustworthy do you even have to BE to CONFIDE in someone like that.

GG: lol

EB: anyway, i guess that's enough of that nonsense.

EB: i should keep looking for my dad!

EB: maybe if i fly around in this car with this guy beeping here, the noise will get his attention and he will find me.

GG: john, i already found your dad!

EB: you did?

GG: yes i found him with my goggles almost right away!

GG: but i didnt want to interrupt you

EB: oh! well that sure is convenient!

EB: where is he?

GG: he is with roses mom

GG: they are in a castle, having some sort of tea party together

GG: they appear to be enjoying each others company!

GG: its quite adorable actually

EB: oh wow...

EB: jade, what if they get married or something???

EB: oh god, if rose became my sister too, that would wreak HAVOC on karkat's shipping diagram!

EB: as leader of this team i submit that we cannot afford to let this happen!!!!!!!!!!

EB: everyone man your battle stations!!!

GG: RED ALERT!!!!!!

EB: we have a ship to sink! arm torpedoes!!!!!!

GG: AWOOOOOOOOOOOGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EB: KA-PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOO. target destroyed. B)

EB: heheh, i am just joking around, of course.

GG: durrrr oh really john :p

EB: :P

GG: but really, they make a nice couple and i think it would be great if they got married!

EB: yes, i agree.

EB: even if it would make it awkward for me to marry rose.

GG: i guess so

EB: but maybe that doesn't matter? these are kind of special circumstances.

GG: yes they are pretty special

EB: i wonder if my dad and her mom would mind us getting married...

GG: i dunno

GG: who are they to stand between two youngsters in love?

EB: whoa, in love???

GG: yes john, two people must be in love in order to get married

GG: it is one of the rules!

EB: oh jeez, yeah i guess you're right.

GG: so what do you say john, are you in love with rose?

EB: um...

GG: and if not, are you prepared to fall in love with her?

EB: er.

GG: wellllll? :D

EB: argh!

EB: this line of questioning is making me flustered.

EB: all i know is, i was ordered by karkat to marry rose.

EB: i think we can both agree that it would be reckless to look at a crappy shipping diagram made by an alien, and ignore its message altogether.

GG: i didnt even know karkat made a shipping diagram...

EB: it's a thing of beauty, and it will save the human race.

GG: i will have to make him show me

EB: yes.

EB: btw, you will marry dave.

EB: 100% TRUE REALITY.

GG: <_<;

EB: it's ok though, i will not press you on your feelings for him.

EB: i already know you are totally into the strider anyway.

GG: whaaat...

EB: it's all in the diagram, jade.

EB: it's all in the diagram.

GG: i dont know about that!

GG: i clearly need to take a good hard look at this prophetic document

GG: and possibly tell karkat what an idiot he is!

EB: that you do.

EB: ok but anyway, who cares about his terrible shitty drawings and meddlesome romantic schemes!

EB: how do i find my dad!

GG: uh

GG: well, i dont actually know where he is relative to you!

GG: so i dont know if i can give you directions

EB: bluh!!!

GG: there might be some way to do that...

GG: these goggles are actually REALLY COMPLICATED!

GG: i will look into it and get back to you

GG: in the meantime, why dont you fly around and keep looking?

GG: at least now you know to look for a castle

GG: and maybe the clouds will give you some more tips!

EB: yes, that's a good idea, i'll do that.

EB: thanks for the help, jade!

GG: sure! <3

EB: i will talk to you later.

GG: later!

-- ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --

#homestuck #john egbert #jade harley #homestuck act 5 #page 3415 #page 3416 #page 3417 #page 3418 #page 3419 #homestuck act 5 act 2

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Time is a slippery devil

Today (March 10th) is the anniversary of Lemonhope part 2 airing for the first time and Lg3 making his debut as a character so happy birthday Lemongrab! I wanted to write something nice for his birthday so here we are :) I hope yous like it. ff.net link. word count: 4.5K MASSIVE THANK YOOOUUU TO @mikelokison for beta-reading for me!!! Your comments gave me SOOO much life! :)

Summary: Lemongrab 3 celebrates his birthday with LSP for the first time, and comes to appreciate the life he’s been given slightly more. Cw for character death (lg1 and 2), as well as the effects of trauma, and also for fatigue negatively affecting a character, plus some internalised ableism.

"When's your birthday, Lemongrab?"

Lemongrab looked over at where LSP was lying on the floor of his bedroom - she was reading a magazine while he was doing paperwork for the Lemon Earldom's first ever census. They normally did their own things when they hung out together. It was pleasant not to have to talk if he didn’t want to, or even look at her facial expressions, but he wasn’t sure how normal it was. She'd left her magazine open with her purple hand resting on a glossy page, and her other hand propping up her cheek. Her usually orange star was grey because she'd turned off her power to fly.

"Pardon?" He asked.

LSP made a face as she realised what she’d just asked of him and mentally kicked herself. "Do you have a birthday?” she rephrased. “Like I guess it'd be complicated for you, but do you have one?"

Lemongrab crossed his arms with a hmm and leaned back in his chair. He was still holding the fountain pen he used for paperwork, and twirled it with his fingers as he spoke. "I had not given it much thought. I suppose I was never truly born so I cannot have aaaa birthday. My predecessors had birthdays, but not meee…"

"What about the day you got brought back to life? I mean, it's basically a birthday. Also you can still celebrate their birthdays as your own, right?"

"Nnngh no. The day of my activation is the same day that my predecessors died. I do not seeeee anything to celebrate,” Lemongrab said grimly. He didn’t like their anniversary. He was never sure how he should feel about it, and each year that he still couldn’t make up his mind about his emotions, another year had passed, and they were still gone, and the pain never went away. He was still waiting for it to get easier, but it didn’t.

He normally went down to the cemetery to place some flowers on their graves - Lemongrab 2’s would be covered in lilies and lemon blossom by the lemon people, while he was the only one who put flowers on the first earl’s grave. Mainly because he felt sorry for his older brother. He’d created the lemon people so he wouldn’t be alone, and they’d all decided they didn’t love him anymore. Even if he deserved it after all he did, it was a cruel fate. His worst fear came true. The lemon people avoided him, the third earl, as well. He had few things in common with the first lemon person, but that seemed to be one of them.

“Besides I am not a particularly… noteworthy creature. I do not believe a birthday is necessary,” he added.

"Dude you're worth a ton of notes! But if you don't want to have a birthday then I get it. I just thought…” she trailed off, sounding almost sad, “Anyway, doesn't matter. Sorry. Hope your census stuff is going math." LSP turned her attention back to her magazine.

Lemongrab was now intrigued. "Whyyyy did you inquire as to my birth?"

"I dunno I don't wanna like- make it into a whole thing if you don't like birthdays."

"Tell me."

She fiddled with one of the pages. "I just thought that you might like a birthday present or something," she said quietly.

Lemongrab’s eyes widened and his pupils briefly narrowed. "Aaaaa present? For me?"

"Yeah! Like… maybe you don't think you're a big deal but I think you're totally great and acceptable. So I thought maybe you’d like it if I got you something.” LSP slowly raked her claws through her hair, looking flustered. “But I get that it's difficult and I don't want to make you feel bad by like, bringing you a something-something when you're grieving. I understand if you just want to be left alone. I wanna be alone too sometimes," she said the last two sentences softly, gently in a way that sent a tingle down his spine.

Lemongrab looked down at his paperwork and reread the first lines of the formal clauses to calm down his hammering heart. It always made him feel giddy when she worried about him. He still wasn’t used to someone thinking about his feelings (would he ever be used to it?) so each time she revealed how much she cared about him, it was overwhelming. "I-Iiiii see. Hm. I have never been the recipient of aaaa gift before…” he admitted awkwardly. “A present would beee acceptable. But do not force thineself!" he added quickly.

"What sort of present would you like?"

"O-oh. Hm. Let me seeeee… hm. I do not know. Nnngh… surprise meeee?" he said uncertainly. That was something people said about presents, right? He added his signature to another piece of paper, but could barely control the shape of the line as he wrote his name and drew a neat lemon. It was the same signature his predecessors had - no point changing it, he’d have to redo all his paperwork. He turned the sheet over and stopped, smiling to himself. His own birthday…

"My birthday is the 10th of March. This is the day I was reanimated," he told her.

"Awwww you have a Spring birthday! I guess that fits your personality."

"It does?"

LSP nodded. "Yeah you're kind of curious about things and like, you're sensitive, you're nice- I dunno it just feels right I guess? Ha ha.” she coughed awkwardly. “I have an autumn birthday so that fits how I'm kind of moody and sullen."

"I do not believe you are moody!"

"Eh. Count yourself lucky you haven't seen me in a bad mood yet.” There was the papery sound of her leafing through her magazine, looking for something. “Also apparently you're a pisces - that's the fish constellation."

Lemongrab smiled, "I like fishing!"

"I'm a Libra, which is the scales. I was born mid-October, so I narrowly missed being a Scorpio. But I think it still rubbed off on me. Lol. I don't really believe in that stuff though," LSP said as she checked to make sure their signs were romantically compatible in her magazine. They were. Lemongrab made a hmm noise and the soft scratch of his pen resumed. She liked listening to him writing, or turning pages as he was reading while she did her own stuff. She liked that they could hang out without looking at or talking to each other, but she wasn’t sure how normal it was to enjoy it as much as she did.

She worried a lot about stuff like that: she didn’t want to mess up. She’d messed up with people she liked before in the past, very badly, and she was determined to be better. But being better was hard. At the time when she’d gotten easily upset over every little thing and lashed out at people, and lied about living in the woods until she couldn’t hide it anymore, or when she’d stood people up that she really, really wanted to be close to just because it was easier to leave than to slowly watch them drift away from her like all her friends in Lumpy Space had - she’d thought it was all fine to do that. She’d been so sure. How could she trust herself to know that what she was doing now was the right thing? And Lemongrab was a strong person - much stronger than he’d ever give himself credit for, but he was also so, so very fragile and he didn’t even realise.

LSP nervously stroked her fingers through her fur again. "Are you sure about me getting you something for your birthday though? I don't wanna do anything uhh, unacceptable. I don’t wanna overstep if you're gonna be like, mourning and sad all day…"

"That is precisely why I would appreciate a present from you."

"Oh. Okay." LSP turned back to her magazine but the words were unreadable. It always made her feel giddy inside when she realised how much she meant to him.

Lemongrab had set up his cane seat in the cemetery grass. It was waving in the breeze around his ankles, with a few flowers dotted through the green around the three graves. They read Lemonblombo, and then the same name twice. As he’d expected, Lemonblombo and Lemongrab 2 had been buried in flowers as lemon people came in and out of the cemetery to pour their grief onto the stones. Some of them placed lilies, others roses, and most of them dropped lemon blossoms. Lemonlamb and Ploptop both came up to him to hug his legs when they visited, and he patted both of them on the head. Maybe some of the Lemon People did like him after all? In the corner of his eye he could see the grave laid out in the darkest tree shade, with no flowers anywhere near it.

He tapped his fingers on the underside of his seat and looked down at the mourning display. White lilies, blue forget me nots and white roses, with a few dark red ones thrown in. A dark red rose meant enduring, undying love for the departed. An oriental lily meant eternal life. A life that carried on being lived after death. A soul not allowed to rest, but forced to go on alone. But at least he got to go on…

“It is myyyy…. Birthday today.” The word tasted foreign on his tongue, like he’d taken a bite out of a cake meant for someone else. That same stale taste of guilt, no matter what you’d eaten. The grave he addressed didn’t say anything. But that was to be expected. He didn’t know why he’d even said that.

There was nothing else to do in the cemetery, and he was beginning to grow tired. Some days the fatigue was better, other days it was worse and he felt overwhelmed by lethargy. It seemed today was one of those days- he felt exhausted though all he'd done was sit in the cemetery for a while. It wasn’t shaping up to be much of a birthday.

Lemongrab shakily got to his feet, picked up one of the dark, brooding roses and tossed it on the first earl’s grave before leaving. Just because he still loved his brother didn’t mean he had to like it, and it didn’t mean he’d ever forgive him for anything. But if it was him buried, he would want flowers, gifts…

Lemongrab hadn’t actually given LSP a time to show up. Maybe she was waiting for him right now? The thought made the corner of his mouth twitch. He’d felt empty all day but the thought of seeing her made his heart prickle with feeling again. He realised he'd been mistaken when he said no one had ever given him a gift before. LSP had given him a parting gift once…

“Oh my glob… is she going to kiss me again?” He’d asked her to surprise him. And he got the exciting, tingling feeling that she was going to do just that. “It would be nice if I got given another kiss. Oh goodness. What am I thinking? Maybe she will just get me a pair of socks. Shameful thoughts- my predecessors are dead yet I am preoccupied with courtship. Unacceptable.” But as unacceptable as it might be, Lemongrab kept guessing what his gift was going to be.

Back up in his room, he leant his cane seat by his desk and rang the servant bell.

“Squire,” he addressed the lemon subject who scampered into the room. “Has anybodyyyy visited three castle since my absence?”

“No, my lord.”

“Oh. I see. Yes. Yes, of course. Mmmm you may go, BUT-” the lemon subject turned and looked at him over its shoulder, “call for meee if you seee… anybody purple.” The subject looked confused and left.

Lemongrab sat on his bed. Now that he took a moment to notice it, his body felt heavy. Like he was full of lead, or weighed down by the chains Lemongrab 1 had kept in the dungeon. Unacceptable behaviour from his body. Didn’t it know it was supposed to be his birthday? Of course not. It didn’t mean to hurt him, it just did.

He changed into his pajamas and lay under his bedcover, his eyes closed. Sleep didn’t come for him anymore the way it once had. He used to be able to sleep in the afternoon, but now he couldn’t sleep even at night. No matter how tired he was, or how much he wanted to escape into the nice dreams he sometimes had. Where nobody was dead, and they were all together again in a way that wasn’t a stitched together mess.

He was jolted from his misery by something tapping on the glass of his small window.

“Nnngh WHAT?” he called. He sat up slowly and swivelled around to see who’d distrubed him. LSP was floating at his window, waving at him. “Oh my glob!”

It had slipped his mind that she was going to visit him. He hobbled over to the window and fumbled with the clasp. She floated in like an awkwardly smiling, huge balloon and sat on his bed. She was holding a wrapped present (though it was mainly strips of wrapping paper cellotaped together, it seemed) and a flower bouquet.

She’d clearly combed her purple fur and put some hair clips in. Her eyelids were a pinker purple than the rest of her face, and her lips were shiny and glossy. Lemongrab realised he was in his pajamas and bowed stiffly at her.

“Pleeease most gaciouslyyyy forgive me for myy, ahem, unacceptable attire. I was… abed. The tiredness- I apologise.”

She waved her hand dismissively, and he realised she’d painted her claws a lovely, pretty pink colour. “It’s fine. I think you look sort of cute in your pajamas.”

“O-oh… I see…” Standing up was starting to make him feel dizzy, so he crawled back into his bed. Her weight pressing down on the mattress meant he slid down towards her ever so slightly. “I am sorry for myyy improper conduct. You see… I am fatigued due to myyyy condition…”

“Hey it’s okay! You told me ages ago.” He had? He really was becoming forgetful. “It's fine. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“It is a breach of conduct… You are a princess…. Iiii am an earl,” he fretted.

“Yeah but it’s your Earldom, under your jurisdiction. So it’s fine because you’re in charge over here. Plus I come from another dimension where we don’t have any formality rules anyway, so since I’m a foreign dignitary you have to respect my customs or whatever. Plus you’re my boyfriend so it doesn’t even matter. And it’s your birthday.” LSP smiled at him and extended the flowers.

Lemongrab took the bouquet from her, trying not to smile too hard. The flowers were shaped like upturned tear drops and each had a speckle of orange nestled inside. Crocuses, purple and yellow. He’d seen a few white ones blooming in the fields when he went out on his camel, and more blossoming in the cemetery, but he hadn’t taken notice of them. Spring had come without him even noticing. He thought about what LSP said about how it fitted him to have a Spring birthday.

There was something about the earth coming to life again after the cold dead winter, and the sun starting to shine a little more bravely each day that he felt connected to. But it was hard to keep going on like that. Recovery wasn’t linear, and even though the Earldom was prospering and he’d never been happier, he was still so tired all the time. And so weak, and so sad. How did the saying go? March comes in like a lion, and leaves like a lamb. One day so strong the next so weak. He supposed it was something like that.

“They are nice. Thank you,” he said eventually, and rang his bell so the lemon squire could put them in some water, and set them on his desk. LSP grinned to herself.

She pushed the gift towards him. “Open it.”

“Aaaa command?”

“Nah. But y’know, it’s for you so…” Lemongrab took the wrapped present gingerly. It was much lighter than its size would suggest, and softer too. Lemongrab tried to peel the wrapping paper off without tearing it, but the huge amount of cellotape made that impossible. He made frustrated noises and ended up ripping it off to reveal-

“Aaa…” Lemongrab picked up the curious object and held it up to examine it. “Toy?”

“It’s a shark!” LSP said quickly. “I learned how to sew so I could fix my own clothes and my sleeping bag and stuff when I lived in the woods, so I thought I’d try and sew a plushie for you. And you said you like fish and I thought that sharks sorta have teeth like you, plus there’s a species called a lemon shark!” LSP rambled on and then asked desperately, “D-Do you like it?”

Lemongrab looked into the lemon shark’s face. It had two black button eyes, and an open mouth full of sharp felt teeth. He ran his tongue over the back of his own fangs as he turned it over, noticing that she’d sewn gills on - he did like sharks, so the attention to detail made him happy. “Hm! I do!” Lemongrab hugged his new doll and stroked his hand down it. Real sharks had sharp dermal scales on their skin, but he liked that this one was soft.

“It will not break if I drop it. What a lucky lemon I am.” Lemongrab set his shark down next to him, so it’s head was resting on the pillow. “Hm! Thank youuu princess. I was not expecting toys…”

“Oh my glob do you not like dolls anymore?” LSP panicked. “I thought you said-”

“I dooo! I dooo! I simply, hm. It is a rather frivolous and- and silly past-time. I am after all aaaan adult. Not to mention a government official…” He scratched at his cheek, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I think you can still like dolls and toys as an adult,” LSP said, “I mean… I like plushies and furbies and stuff. They’re really cute, and they just make me feel nice, y’know?”

“Yes. Iii also feel nice, because of myyyy shark. Hm!” Lemongrab patted his shark like a pet. “Iiii shall name him LSP.”

LSP looked flustered. “W-what after me?”

“It stands for Little Shark Playmate,” he explained. “But also… it is named after you I suppose. Thank you. I shall cherish my new boy.” Lemongrab smiled at her and she smiled back. It was early evening outside, so the hazy, fading sunlight glinted off her star prettily and her fur was speckled with shine. She looked soft, and glossy, and so pretty. His hand twitched as he thought about stroking her, but then thought better of it.

Lemongrab looked down at his hands to avoid looking at her any longer. No matter how many times he saw them, they never quite looked like his. He had one hand from each predecessor. His left hand had silvery stretch marks around his fingers and wrist, with a sewed on thumb. Lemongrab 1’s claws were sheathed inside each of his fingertips, and he had to be careful with them. The second Earl was made in a hurry in a pantry, so he didn’t have some of the less necessary lemon features - so no claws. His teeth had been blunter too. His hand had lost each of its fingers in the explosion, so Lemongrab's right hand looked like it was wearing five strange rings with red stitches instead of jewels.

He pushed his hands under the covers to hide them. While it was obvious even without knowing anything about Lumpy People and their beauty standards that LSP was very beautiful, it was equally obvious that he was the ugliest candy person to ever exist, even without being told this was the case. He often wondered exactly what she saw in him. It was easy to make a list of all the reasons someone might hate him, but like him? Love him? Bring him flowers and gifts and sit with him, comfort him? It was unusual. It was unexpected. It felt almost unreal.

LSP took one of his forearms in each hand, and he realised he must have been silent for a long time. She seemed concerned. Her black eyes were shiny with worry, and he liked it when she looked at him like that. Like he needed to be looked after. “Do you want to talk about it?”

By it she meant the three graves buried under the lemon trees. He felt quite ashamed that actually, on the anniversary of the death of the only family he’d never had, he’d been worrying about whether she found him attractive enough, of all things. It was a frivolous concern. He’d never told anyone about these feelings, because vanity was ridiculous. And also because he hadn’t felt like he could talk about it, or had anyone who would listen. That meant he hadn’t realised that it did matter to him that he didn’t feel worthy of love, or that this was an important thing to tell the person he loved.

Sometimes he would randomly remember his mother standing in a stone mirror in the place of his forlorn reflection, smiling at him. Come Earl of Lemongrab, let us enjoy the game of catch. I am eager to relate to you. But it wasn’t her voice coming out of her mouth. It was his way of speaking, his strange, formal, awkward way of addressing people. It hadn’t been real. It had just been his reflection. But when he remembered it, it was like a cold, clammy, corpse-like feeling came over him, because she would never say anything like that to him in real life. Because she didn’t love him, and that was what was real.

“LSP…”

“Yeah?”

At other times he would remember when it was real. The sound of bird wings and the distant smell of smoke. The war was right next to them but for the moment, things were quiet. They were going to die, but they were alive then. And they were together. Oh tender lad, I give you the parting gift of my lips. That was his way of speaking, but it wasn’t stiff and formal, coming from her it was like poetry. His heart had been practically banging against his armour. The adrenaline and the fear of dying, and the danger, and her hands touching him without flinching from how disgusting he was had all felt dreamlike. It had been like a dream. A dream come true. She’d kissed him, but it hadn’t been a dream. It had been real. He kept reminding himself that this - all of it, was real. She did love him. She did.

But it was one thing to love an earl in shining armour, and another thing to love a grieving, fatigued, neurotic mess who still played with dolls and was hanging on to life by one red thread.

“Even though I am… not a knight, or a hero,” he began sadly, bending his head over so she couldn’t see his face, “or aaaa prince, or even someone who has a place among theee living. And I am lemoncholy, not to mention I have aaaaa difficult personality. And I look weird.” he glanced up at her, pleading, “But despite all this- am Iiii still your tender lad?”

LSP’s hands moved up his arms and around his torso. She was warm and the fur against his face was soft. “Of course you're still my tender lad! My dearest chuck. My fine fellow. My glory of the morning and my- Is that too much?”

“Oh no not at all!” Lemongrab did an anxious dance over her back with his hands as he tried to figure out where to put them. “Anyone would like hearing such sweet things. No one has ever made me feel so okay inside as you do.” He finally rested his hands on the back of her top lumpy, stroking the curl of fur under his right thumb slowly.

“I like you too, Lemongrab. Happy birthday.” she pulled back and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a clear smear of lipgloss behind. He let out a short scream, because a lemon cared by yelling. And he cared. He really did.

Lemongrab’s mouth split into a sharp toothed grin, and his pupils narrowed into two thin slits. That meant he was happy. She’d always loved how expressive he was. But all this was probably tiring him out and he'd already been exhausted when she came in.

“You should probably go to sleep now, yeah?” LSP said pleasantly.

He nodded and looked like he was trying to muster up the courage to say something. “Princess… if you are tooo leave…” he fidgeted under his bedcover and moved his hand to rest on her arm, “may I offer you aaaa parting gift?”

“Yeah?”

“The- the parting gift of myyyy…” Lemongrab paused before mumbling; “sour kiss…”

LSP looked surprised and then she nodded, blushing. “I accept.”

Lemongrab leaned forward. He’d never actually initiated a kiss before, so he was scared he wouldn’t do it properly. But once she kissed him back, and let go of him to put her hands on his face so she could hold him there the fear all melted away like it had never mattered. He still wasn’t sure what to do with his hands but she didn’t seem to notice. When they pulled away he leaned his forehead against hers and nuzzled her gently.

He realised how tired he really was. The realisation had been creeping up on him, and now that he felt safer than he’d ever felt in his life, he wanted to rest. LSP pulled the covers up over him when he lay back down, pulling his soft toy close to him. He flopped one arm on top of the blanket, so she could hold his hand.

“Goodnight dearheart,” she said to him.

“Good night, Princess,” he closed his eyes and gave her hand a final squeeze, “My Princess…”

The thing about the seasons was that they were always shifting. Winter started on a different day each year, due to the tilt of the Earth’s axis and old pre-Mushroom war calendars. Spring normally started in March, sometimes on the 20th, sometimes on the 1st, sometimes it would even start on his birthday. But until then, Spring and Winter could share.

The hands may have belonged to other people, but the sensations were all his.

#lemongrab #lumpygrab #lsp #lumpy space princess #adventure time #my writing

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lozzypoz321 · 3 years

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Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in so long!!! But I am quite surprised that my current 200 followers (wow) haven’t unfollowed by now but this is my 200 celebration fic even though I’m a bit late- also I’m sorry if this sucks I just haven’t written in ages! Please bare with me! Kindly proofread by @canadianhufflepuffavenger 💗

Warnings: angst, past break up

Your real dad

Steve tightened his grip around your draw-string bag that he had convinced you to part ways with, as you, him and your mother made your way into the tower. He was dreading the reunion with Bucky after not seeing the team for about 2 weeks. You were practically bouncing on your feet to see your real dad. While Steve was there watching you treat your dad like a hero but not even spare him a glance.

Your family relationship was complicated yet simple at the same time: you hated your mom but tolerated her, loved your dad with all your heart, hated your stepdad as much as he tried, treated Peter like your brother and Thor exactly like your uncle.

Why did you hate your stepdad so much?

Well, first of all, he pretended like he was your real dad and tried to do all of the things with you that you and Bucky did together. Second, he always stole all your moms attention and made you feel like you were alone (whether he meant it or not)

The elevator door dinged, indicating that the three of you had reached your floor where currently Bucky, Thor, Tony, Natasha and Sam were hanging out, waiting for your “family”. The others were in the kitchen, trying to get a sneak taste of the food that had been ordered.

“Dad!” You yelled and raced up to the super soldier, he broke out into a grin and picked you up off the ground to invade you into a bone-breakinghug. “Hiya doll face.”

You grinned back at him and got down from his arms briefly to run across the room to retrieve your drawstring back so you could show your dad your new spiderman action figure that had been bought by your cousin Peter.

“Look! Look!”

He smirked slightly at your excited demeanour as you held up the toy as high as you could while jumping up and down for him to see. Once he’d figured out who the character was, you had already gone running off to see what Wanda and Vision had baked in one of the many kitchens.

“Hey Buck” Steve acknowledged as friendly as he could, it wasn’t that the two ‘friends’ hated each other, but there was definitely some tension in the room as the two sat parallel. Tony cleared his throat and mentioned something about having a cough as he quickly left the room.

“I better see where he got off to” Natasha and your mother said at exactly the same time, not wanting to experience what they thought was about to go down.

“Hi Steve” the older soldier greeted back, not sure what the intentions of the conversation were exactly. In the tower, the history between both soldiers and your mother was known but not really spoke of- Bucky dated your mother for quite a while (almost four entire years), and got her pregnant with you, but- as everybody was sure to know- all good things must come to an end- and the two broke up on good terms. That was before Steve Rogers himself got involved at a certain billionaire’s party when they realized they were (and this is in your mother's words) “meant for each other.”

“I’m erm, here to speak to you about something.” As if the awkwardness present in the room was no longer enough before, by now it was almost too much. Thor and Sam took the most obvious hint and left the room in search of something else to occupy their time.

“Well, you’re free to speak-“ Bucky was interrupted by the loud sound of laughing from behind the wooden door and almost instantly after a hushing sound. The two men had completely different reactions to this, Steve was utmostly confused, both eyebrows scrunching together, while Bucky’s face held a small smile. He knew exactly who was trying to eavesdrop and it just proved how much Steve did not know his stepdaughter from the fact he didn’t immediately know. “(Y/N),” he called out, the humour evident in his voice, “Parker, we know you're out there.”

“Awww, Peter you gave our secret identities up!”

By now Steve had caught on to the two of you and laughed lightly, trying to cover up the fact that his only chance to ask Bucky his question alone, was interrupted.

The wooden door creaked open, revealing Peter, dressed up in his spiderman suit for dramatic effect and you with a bandana on, which you thought made you look like a ninja and you held your action figure tightly in your left hand.

“(Y/N), you know it’s rude to eavesdrop” Steve scolded you, trying to be firm. You ignored him and shrugged your shoulders before going to follow the scent of Chinese food.

“Doll,” your dad stopped you “don’t ignore people, you know not to do that” he stood up from his spot on the sofa and began to also make his way to the kitchen, you right beside him muttering a small “okay dad.”

Steve tried not to let his heart sink as his best friend walked away. He would just have to try and get Bucky alone at another point in the night. If he didn’t get an answer, then he would have no use for the small box that was sitting in his trouser pocket.

“Bonjour,” Clint greeted the two of you as you both arrived for food, the island set up with enough plastic plates for everyone (Tony couldn’t be bothered with hiring people to wash normal, expensive ones multiple times a day)

Your mother smiled at you from the other side of the kitchen, but she was immediately confused when you didn’t smile back. The reason you had not, is because you had a feeling you knew exactly what question your stepdad had for Bucky and did not at all like the sound of it.

“Fries?” Bruce offered, tilting the box of food towards you. You nodded gratefully and grabbed a handful. The conversations at the table were mixed; Thor ranting passionately about the food at his home planet, Tony mumbling something about not even being hungry anyway (you thought he was just being salty since he didn’t get his Shawarma), Bucky and Sam having a silent argument across the table, and Peter was busy singing Christmas songs in his best Santa Claus voice.

“Have a holly jolly Christmas, and in case you didn’t seeeee” Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically at the teenager making everyone laugh.

“Hey don’t get annoyed at me! Everyone loves Christmas!”

You used to love Christmas before your parents separated and you weren’t allowed to spend the holiday with your dad.

“I don’t like Christmas,” your dad shrugged half mindedly while taking a sip of his soda. Peter looked at him like he had two heads and exclaimed in shock, “that impossible!”

“It ain’t kid,” Bucky chuckled while your mother shifted in her seat uncomfortably, realizing the reasoning.

While you worked your way through the pile of noodles, Thor’s incessant ranting came to an end, and the teenager had seemingly run out of songs, the group of superheroes decided to hang out in the living room and watch a movie before you, Steve and your mother had to go home.

“Which one?” Nat asked the room while holding up two movies, the nightmare before Christmas and the corpse bride. Both Halloween movies, neither particularly scary.

“How could one have a nightmare on the day before Christmas? Surely that is against the rules of the Holiday Christmas, that is based on happiness?” Thor asked, earning a quizzical look from you. “Stop tryna act like Shakespeare big man” Tony laughed while grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it all into his mouth.

Steve ignored the billionaire, and while no one seemed to be paying attention he directed his attention to Bucky, swallowing nervously. “Hey Buck, can I speak to you for a sec outside?”

Confusion spread over the soldier’s face for a split second before complying and getting up from the couch with Steve as discreetly as possible as to not raise suspicion from the rest of the team and you.

“What’s up?” He asked once they’d reached the hallway outside, he didn’t know what was up with the younger man but he could easily tell that he’d been acting nervous around himself and your mom.

“Um, I have a question, you don’t have to say yes or no or anything-“

“Your ranting.”

He stopped and thought for a second, wondering how to put it. “I know it’s been complicated recently, and I know this might make it worse with all your history with (Y/M/N) and (Y/N) but I really do love both of them and since (Y/M/N)’s parents passed a while ago, there’s no one to really ask for their blessing so I guess I’m here to ask you, can I have your blessing to propose to (Y/M/N)?”

Bucky stood emotionless for a second, not knowing how to react. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy for Steve and support him or to be angry. He had both reasonable attributes for each option but was cut short when he heard the sound of a door banging against its hinges on the floor above.

Both of your dad’s eyebrows scrunched together, who was that? Everyone in the tower knew not to do it because Tony despised it, and everyone with a brain knew that when Tony got annoyed, bad things happened.

Then almost instantly after the door entering the living room revealing an awkward Loki “I’m sorry to interrupt this conversation but your daughter slash stepdaughter, just ran upstairs in tears so if you could quickly wrap this little moment up, it would be greatly appreciated”

Bucky’s heart stopped, why were you crying?

He and Steve completely forgot about their previous conversation and quickly headed upstairs, nearly running Peter over in the process coming from the toilet. But just as they reached the door where you normally stayed when you came for sleepovers, Bucky stopped and put a finger to his lips.

“I think I should go in.” Instead of arguing, and saying that it would be good ‘bonding time’ to get you to like him, Steve silently agreed and let your dad go in.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he gently closed the door behind himself, instantly catching sight of you sat on the carpeted floor, furiously wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he took ahold of both of your wrists and set them down on your lap, “why’re you crying doll?”

Tears continued to stream unapologetically down your cheeks, you didn’t know how to tell him. That you had snuck out of the living room to see where the two had gone and then eavesdropped into their conversation, and once hearing your stepdad (who you did not like at all) was going to become a permanent part of your life, ran off crying.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you shook your head, making him sigh. “Please tell me, I wanna know why. You trust me right (Y/N)?”

The simple nod was all he needed, yet his heart still ached. Seeing his only daughter in tears and didn’t trust him enough to tell him why? It was heartbreaking for him. “I don’t want him to marry mom,” you quietly admitted, “the only reason I’m still allowed to see you is because she thinks I still need a father figure, so now he’s gonna be here forever I won’t be- I won’t be able to see you anymore.”

He sighed deeply, trying to find a way to comfort you. “You will, I promise. I’ll always be apart of your life doll. No one can ever take you away from me because you're my daughter and I love you so so much, m’kay?”

You sniffled and wiped the final tears from your cheeks. “Okay.”

Before you could both get up and return downstairs to finish the movie, Bucky stopped you and lifted you up to whisper something to you.

Once he had finished you pulled back and nodded hesitantly, realizing that you should put your grudge behind you and face a fear.

Your dad and you returned outside, Steve waiting patiently while resting on the wall, gently smiling at you to make sure you were okay.

“Go on doll,” Bucky quietly urged, making you take a deep breath and just go for it.

“I give you my blessing to marry mom.” Steve’s heart skipped multiple beats as his brain tried to process what you had said. You’d finally accepted him into your life?

He broke out into a grin, trying to form words to thank you without seeming like this meant the absolute world to him. “Thank you (Y/N). I appreciate it so much.”

Bucky was proud of you for taking a leap and letting Steve into your life when you were scared. He realized at that moment that even if you did have a dad and a stepdad at the same time, he’d fulfilled his role already.

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ueyyuey · 2 years

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My A friend: What did you write for the operational definition for ROR

Me: i wrote the bubble one

My A friend: I did too! But do you remember the other teacher said something about mass and time taken

Me, stopped walking:....

Me: FISH I FORGOT

My A friend: hey it's okay. We both got it wrong

Me: but wait. That's the other teacher and OUR teacher said the bubble so i guess... We're right?

My A friend: That's kinda true

Both of us:.... (sighhh)

My A friend: i dont read sm*t so, what do you feel when reading that.

Me: i don't feel anything

My B friend: and my face would be straight

My B friend: someone said I'm ficsexual

My A friend: what's that

My B friend: someone who attracted to fictional characters

Me: that's me then. I mean i don't feel anything towards any boys or girls but fictional characters? Yes.

My B friend: RIGHTTTTTT

My C friend: who's your first crush

My B friend: believe me or not it's an animal

All three of us: WHAT?!

My B friend: it's leonardo from ninja turtle and it's... A turtle

Me: THAT'S A TURTLE

My B friend: i knowwwww and i was 9 and i fantasized him with me. ME with a TURTLE.

My C friend: oh wait i did too but it's the tiger from ice age

My A friend: why are we talking about furry now?

My A friend: I like that blue head from megamind

Me: oh. That octopus?

My C friend: he's not an octopus

My B friend: he's alien

Me: oh i thought he's an octopus

Me: do you like muscular guys? Because she do.

My A friend: No I'm not.

My B friend: i dont like muscular but i do like skinny guys.

Me: i like the chubby one better

My C friend: i don't care what body type he has but what i know is he can carry me around

My B friend: he must be strong then

My A friend: hmm but i think i kinda like muscular

Me: SEEEEE

My A friend: not that muscular. It's just...

My B friend: like teacher's body?

All three of us:.....

My C friend: Have you seen his body?

#And here i thought i would be bored #Damn i was wrong it was ridiculous #ranting about my lovely life

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damejanai · 4 years

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Dameraji

2020.09.23

S: This is just something I’m reporting to you but

K: uh huh

S: Just now I had another job

K: Ok ok

S: And it ended, and I was walking to Bunka Broadcasting with my manager. And I mention on this radio show that I always see feathers a lot

K: Uh huh

S: Then, amazingly, usually I see feathers on the ground, like in my room or something

K: Yes

S: But, it came falling from the sky, falling down and down, and this time, I had photo evidence!

K: Good job!

S: Not really a video but

K: Well the only ones who can film something so quickly are YouTubers

S: Look!

K: Ah! It’s a nice one

S: It’s like mainly white with some black

K: Probably a bull-headed shrike or something

S: And so, I searched up the colour of the feather and this one…The previous time I saw a feather it was grey

K: Uh huh, probably a pigeon or something

S: Twice, yes yes, ahaha stop concluding what bird it is

K: Hahahaa

S: So, for white feathers, it means *breathes in *

K: Ah you searched the meaning of it, not the type of bird

S: No not.. hahaha, is it that easy to tell what kind of bird is it?

K: Hmmm well…white and black huh… that’s not usually seen in the city

S: Right? I’ve not really seen it before. So, um, white feather means… ah, there’s no reception in here

K: Yes, there’s no reception in here so, you have to open the page before coming in

S: No, I had it open, but it…. loaded further..

K: Ah… then you have to take a screenshot

S: Damn, but well it’s something good, like you’re protected by something good

K: Ohh

S: It means like, you’re okay the way it is. My previous job was something that burnt a lot of calories, I really worked hard

K: I see

S: I talked a lot for like 4 hours. And when I was thinking, ahhh, I am so tired, I used up all my energy, this feather came down from the sky

K: The symbol of happiness

S: Well , um, I guess the gods are telling me that it’s okay

K: Uh huh, but there’s black in it too, is that okay?

S: And black means, super good luck

K: Ehh surprisingly?

S: Black is good too

K: I seeeee

S: And what I like about the explanation is that it says, “gives you a mysterious power to cut through darkness”

K: Whoa amazing

S: Ahahaha

K: It’s like you’re a hero

S: Yeah so, I’m the protagonist

K: Will you be reincarnated

S: While living? Ahhh, my time has come

K: There’s those like, the irregular at school blah blah show

S: You’re combining everything huh

K: You’re like the model student

S: Ahh well well true, if I was to be a genius or prodigy I’m more like a prodigy

K: Well yea, and with power from god and hard work, you gained a cheater ability

S: My manager was totally disgusted

K: Hahahhaa

S: It’s weird isn’t it? Just walking along and then, it’s not normal for feathers to come gliding down

K: Uh huh uh huh

S: And I silently take out my phone and snap a photo. My manager said, “what was it?” and I replied, “this happens to be a lot”

K: Ahhaha not disgusted, more like afraid

S: I was asked whether I sleep well recently

K: Hahahaha, I’m sorry but no

K: But my hair has turned into autumn leaves

S: Yess

K: I cut it again too

S: Well, I think it suits you really well

K: Reeeeaally? (^^)

S and K: Ahahaha

S: What an interesting person you are. Well, I think you showed your hair for the first time, on a programme, and I watched that programme too

K: Well thanks for looking out for me

S: When I went to search it up, there were comments like, “Well Soma kun HAS to dye his hair blue now”. But it’s not like I said that or anything

K: Hahahhaa

S: But you know, I got permission from my agency for it. My agency and my musi label

K: Really?! Good job!

S: Well they said, “sure man”

K: Stop it! Although I said those stuff about it, the bleaching was super painful

S: It totally seems painful right. If you don’t bleach it enough the colour you dye won’t be seen right?

K: Yes yes. And after bleaching it, if you dye it red, it became super red, so after some adjustments, here and there, it became like this. The dye after the bleaching was also painful

S: Ahhh, well you haven’t really bleached your hair like that before

K: First time in my life

S: Right? But it became a really fashionable looking colour. Can I say something frankly? I thought red wouldn’t suit you but

K: Huh?!

S: But it totally suits you

K: Wait a minute

S: Well you know?

K: That’s terrible of you

S: You said you were only gonna dye it a little red right?

K: Uh huh

S: And I thought bright red wouldn’t be a little tricky for you, I ended up thinking like that

K: No no no no, the topic of discussion has changed drastically now, Soma san

S: Hehhehhee

K: Hey, it became like you didn’t think it would look good on me at all but in the end it was okay

S: No no no no

K: This guy is an enormous liar

S: Well, you know, that is, someone else’s life so I couldn’t

K: Well there are many types of lies, like white lies too

S: Yeah yeah yeah

K: That wasn’t a white lie at all

S: But! When I saw you on the programme I really thought it suited you! Didn’t I text you about it

K: Unexpectedly, you mean

S: No no no no, that thought has left a stain! Can you bleach it a little. Like you know, we don’t really text each other right?

K: Yeah, and I got a text, “the hair really suits you!”

K: But with my hair, I stand out too much, it puts pressure on people I walk past

S: Is… that… only because of your hair

K: Come on! I don’t stare people down while walking on the street

S: That would make you look quite crazy right

K: Well yea, because my hair stands out, probably people would think I’m some eccentric person, so I started wearing hats

S: Ahh true, you’re wearing one today

K: It makes my hair look brown due to the shadows

S: Ah! Totally! Wow. I can’t believe that the day came where I can talk about fashion with Kaito kun

K: I know right, like how many years has it been?

S: Yes, you deviated from fashion for a while right

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Dameraji photo studio: Hair colour focused shots

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#saito soma #ishikawa kaito #dame janai radio #dameraji

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potahun · 3 years

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Some more Qin Shen Shen moments translations (Part 12/?)

2020 S2 Reunion Edition 3/?

Link to other translations so far.

a. S2E10: After Zhang Xin Zhe and Tai Yi’s 2nd performance, a rock arrangement of a song by Zhang Yu Sheng, Zhang Xin Zhe talks a little about his experience when he first debuted, along with other young artists at the time. This included Zhang Yu Sheng.

ZXZ: Of course, when we first debuted, we were all young. And there were many areas in the arrangements that the music company had for us which we were actually really unhappy about.

LKQ bursts out laughing, but really genuinely and loudly, making both ZS and CSL smile at him.

CSL, holding LKQ’s arm: Is that a laugh that says “I can relate”?

LKQ, agreeing: I can very much relate!

CSL: It was a very loud laugh...

ZXZ, noticing the laughter and pointing at LKQ: Right? Wasn’t it so? (LKQ nods, still laughing)

b. S2E10: Still commenting on Zhang Xin Zhe and Tai Yi’s 2nd performance:

LKQ: I think the most amazing thing about the stage of “Wo Men De Ge” is that...for example, I’d have very little opportunity to see this kind of performance from Zhe Ge. There’s a feeling like he’s stepping out of his comfort zone. Perhaps in your concerts, there’d be a little more of this, but other than those occasions, usually you’re the very elegant type. So today, looking at you gave me a huge surprise.

ZS: What left a deeper impression on me is that feeling of protection coming from teacher A Zhe. I thought, aiya, if I were the one singing with teacher A Zhe, I’d also feel a very large gush of strength coming from him, consistently supporting you to sing. For example, in the middle *looks at LKQ and MC* teacher A Zhe was rapping, right? In that moment, you’d think eh? Is this some kind of support for the part coming after? You’d constantly feel teacher A Zhe’s very strong arm behind you -- you feel like you can lean on it.

c. S2E10: Commenting on Rong Zu Er and Xilinnayi Gao’s second performance, which was a song in Cantonese:

LKQ (to XLNYG): It was really good. When you sang, I tried closing my eyes, and I could totally understand what you were singing. It was really good. Really very good.

ZS: Yes, I can testify. As soon as they finished singing, he said to me: “oh, her Cantonese was very good!”

d. S2E10 Extras: Backstage scenes, Qin Shen Shen reunion and rehearsals. Zhou Shen goes to find Li Keqin in his backstage room:

ZS, listening at the door and hearing LKQ rehearse their song in there: Oh. (to the camera) He’s practicing in there! *prepares to open the door but stops midway* A Cantonese speaker practicing a song in Cantonese -- how to interpret this? Is that a jab at me?

ZS finally opens the door, crosses the long hallway separating the outer door from the actual backstage room, and waits by the inner door without announcing himself. LKQ is still sitting at a table in there, singing. ZS waits for the right timing before singing along with him.

LKQ, noticing him and standing up: HEEEY!

ZS: *jumps into the room, hopping towards LKQ* LONG TIME NO SEEEEE!

LKQ: Long time no see, long time no see-

LKQ turns off the music on his phone and ZS goes for a hug.

LKQ, patting his back: Aiyoooo. *lets go and immediately backs away* Hey. Actually, don’t come too close to me. (ZS: Huh?) My throat kind of hurts today.

ZS: Oh, okay. *sprints all the way across the hallway and past the outer door, speaking from there* TEACHER KEQIN, HAVE YOU BEEN DOING OKAY?? (LKQ laughs)

LKQ: I’ve been okay. (ZS laughs and comes back to the table) I’ll be relying on you later on.

ZS: What’s that, relying on me?? We’re relying on you!

ZS tries to grab LKQ to make him sit back down, but LKQ dodges him:

ZS: It’s okay, sit, sit, sit (LKQ, pointing at his chair: No, you sit down there, I...) Sit! ....No worries! I’ll sit a little further away from you. (LKQ: I...Ok, let’s do it like that)

LKQ sits down, while ZS takes a seat a little distance away.

ZS: Aren’t you thinking too much about my well-being? *exagerratedly* I’m so touched!

LKQ: The sore throat problem comes as soon as I have to sing...

ZS: Isn’t it always like that? Has it happened to you before? I feel like for me, it’s always - often like that.

LKQ: Maybe this thing (as in singing on the show) is giving me too much pressure. *blinks exaggeratedly, as if troubled*

ZS: No way! What pressure??? (LKQ: *guffaws*) Jeez!! Teacher Keqin do you know about a term that’s recently being used a lot -- it’s called “Versailles”. That means...exactly what you said just now “Oh, I don’t know, I feel like coming to sing here gives me a lot of pressure”... That’s called “Versailles literature”. Because even though your singing is clearly at the top already, and really good, you’d still say to everyone “Singing makes me very stressed”. *pouts*

LKQ: After a year, do you still have to talk about those things? (T/N: Not clear what he’s referring to)

ZS, wide-eyed: ?? After a year, your Ma- your Mandarin....?? (LKQ laughs) It’s becoming worse and worse! What have you been doing?! *laughs* Teacher Keqin, lately you haven’t been speaking much in Mandarin, have you?

LKQ: No I haven’t! I’ve been in HK constantly. (Both laugh) Well, yeah! What opportunity did I have to come here? (i.e. public health restrictions)

ZS, face instantly falling: Mmm... (LKQ: That’s right....)

ZS, changing subject: Hey, teacher Keqin, have you been watching this season of “Wo Men De Ge”? (LKQ: I have) Ooh? Aren’t a lot of your good friends here? *smiles slyly*

LKQ: A lot of them! (ZS: Yeah.) I really like that newcomer.

ZS: Ohh, which one?

LKQ: Alan Tam *laughs*

ZS: ......I also really like that “newcomer”. *looks at camera* Can I say it like that? (to LKQ) You can say it like that, but can I?

LKQ just giggles.

ZS: Eh, is there anyone in the young singers this time that you’d like to collaborate with?

LKQ: They’re all very good, in my opinion.

ZS: Then go to them! *unimpressed look* Why only sing with me?

LKQ, looking up and scratching his neck: No, no. I think this--

ZS: You can’t make up for what you said anymore. Just go find them and sing a duet with them. (LKQ: No, no, no, no, no, no-) I’m not listening anymore. *stands up*

LKQ, with a sigh: Ehh!

ZS, heading out: I’m leaving. *waves* Bye bye.

LKQ tries to speak, but ZS makes it to the door.

ZS: Take care. *scoffs and shuts the door behind him* BYEEE.

LKQ follows him, mildly tired.

LKQ: A handful. (to the camera, while pointing at the closed door) What a handful. *opens the door to follow ZS* That little friend is such a handful.

As LKQ steps out, in the background, you can hear ZS say to someone “Waiting for teacher Keqin to come out”.

LKQ: Eh.

ZS, going to him: It’s okay now! *laughs*

Both hold each other by the shoulder as they head outside.

e. S2E10 Extras: Onstage rehearsals for Fu Shi Shan Xia.

Staff (to LKQ): Do you need the lyrics on the screen to be any bigger?

LKQ: It’s ok. I am not Alan Tam, I don’t need them to be too big.

ZS, who’s next to him: !!!!! *speaks to the audience* Teacher Tam, you saw this didn’t you? You saw it all...

LKQ (to ZS): The bigger the position (in the industry), the bigger the lyrics are on the screen.

ZS: Then mine should be *motions with his fingers to mean that it’s tiny, and LKQ imitates him, giggling*

The staff tries to arrange LKQ’s earphone monitor, but LKQ is not getting any feedback. Meanwhile, ZS just waits, leaning on and using LKQ’s shoulder as an armrest.

LKQ (to the staff): Ah, now the feedback’s gone again. It’s gone again on this side...

ZS (to LKQ): If you listen to it with your heart, you’ll hear it. (LKQ: What?)

LKQ: ...Does this have anything to do with you to start with?

ZS: Whoa! ... In a year, you’ve become fierce.

LKQ: Not so~..... (ZS: Really?) I’ve always been very fierce. *laughs*

(...)

LKQ examines the stage props onstage, which look like blocks of fake ice(?). ZS wanders close by.

ZS (to no one in particular): *sighs* Is there dry ice?.....Eh? Earlier on, there wasn’t even dry ice. One only smiles at the new. *laughs to himself* (T/N: Not sure about this last one, sorry but I guess he means ‘the nice treatment only goes to the new people huh’)

ZS, later (to LKQ): If we come again in the 3rd season, we’ll have to sing and dance. Because there’ll be no stage design, no dry ice, no dancers. (LKQ nods) There’ll be nothing. Maybe we’ll even have to play the music ourselves. Are you ready?

#zhou shen #li keqin #hacken lee #qin shen shen #wo men de ge #wmdg2 #having Qin Shen Shen around for ep 10 was #truly like having an anchor for the show #everything flows so much more easily #qss trans #their dynamics changed quite a bit over the year but not in a negative way

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pinky and the brain - s1e3a: tokyo grows

episode summary: inexplicably existing in post-war japan, brain hijacks a shrink ray he just found laying around in order to make it a growth ray. he intends to dress pinky up as terrifying local monster gollyzilla, and pretend to defeat him, so the japanese people... elect him... president. of. japan.

all i’m gonna say is shinzo abe’s replacement has a hell of a lot coming to him if that’s a job requirement.

the rundown:

IT IS TOKYO IN 1956.

you can tell because it says “tokyo 1956″ in big letters at the bottom of the screen.

as we take a detour into acmeshito labs, senior-ly produced by tom ruegger,

we see a fellow sacrificing his shoes to the shoe gods. (sorry about that weird line at the bottom. vlc player has just decided it’s doing that now, i guess. nothing i can do about it.)

inside, some other lads, who have all been produced by peter hastings (my, the man gets around) are shrinking tvs for fun and giggles.

“at last! professor mifune! you have perfected the process of shrinking electronic devices, so we can sell them to americans for a lot of money!”

hm.

“yes, shimura, and now i say to you! miniturisation will be very,

BIG.”

and then they both shuffle over to stand in front of each other and laugh in a weird stilted way.

HA. HAHAHA. HAHAHA. i’m not sure if this is making fun of japanese people, or a common trend in japanese media (or voice acting?) at the time, but, um, i’m uncomfortable.

thankfully, the newly miniturised radio advertises that Legendary Prehistoric Monster Gollyzilla has been spotted, and apparently

the emperor wants mifune’s scientific opinion on gollyzilla

GOLLYZILLA

so maybe it’s best for mifune and shimura to get the fuck out of dodge.

so the two of them make a hasty retreat - after toeing their shoes back on, of course.

but who are these two!

brain looks pensive. i don’t know what’s in that waterbottle, but he’s having a tiny mousie crisis. pinky is narfing at him with little to no concern for his mental state.

still, crisis or not, brain has a world to take over. he mentions to pinky that the scentific equipment before them will be “invaluable for his plan to”

“TAKE OVER THE WORLD.” we really do get one per episode, huh.

“you mean you’re going to shrink down all the electronic so only mice can operate them?”

which is a reasonable idea, i think. brain counters it with “don’t be absurd, pinky, there’s no future in minaturisation,” and clarifies that is is big things that strike fear into the hearts of humans.

like that ridiculous legend of gollyzilla. <gay little hands on hip pose>

as pinky ponders whether Kay Ballard is In The Union (sorry, pinky, she’s dead) brain explains that his intent is to alter the shrink ray into a growth ray, to “become a four hundred foot tall mouse and save the world from gollyzilla.”

“but you just. said there was no such thing as gollyzilla, brain.”

“there is now, pinky.”

did we really need another closeup for that line, guys? really? is it not enough to have the mouse say his lines without shoving the camera into his face? must the man deepthroat the camera every time he has things to say?

anyway brain’s plan is to dress pinky up as gollyzilla and “save tokyo” from him. you can tell because the camera angle makes it look like his head is on gollyzilla’s body.

this random man takes a toke from his old timey pipe. “yes, i see.” he says. this is not explained.

as brain reverses the shrink ray into a growth ray, pinky makes his debut.

TADAAAAAAA POIT.

“what do you think, brain? pretty scaaaaaaary, eh?”

“yes, pinky. terrifying. stand by.”

boop.

there probably won’t be a lot left of the lab when brain is done, unfortunately.

but hey! check this out!

“narf.”

“where are you, brain? i can’t see you.”

“i’m down--”

bonk.

well, he’s clearly dead, so i guess that’s this review over.

jokes, of course. lucky for us, brain is still alive, and he has brought a little megaphone with him! awwww.

“now, go on your rampage, gollyzilla!” he’s very hype for that, it appears. pinky tries his best not to disappoint.

NARF POIT I AM PINKZILLA KING OF THE MONSTERS

AARGHGGHGHH RAAARGHGHG ARGH.

it’s this random man again. “yesss, i see.” i don’t know who he is, or why he’s here, and i am scared.

but never mind him. we cut to this adorable straight couple chilling on this bridge.

“i love you, fumiko.”

“and i love you, hershel.”

awwww.

unfortunately, famously heterophobic legendary monster gollyzilla is here. “hello!” he says, cheerily. “i’m on a rampage. narf.”

fumiko and hershel get the fuck out of dodge.

still, pinky’s having fun, and that’s what matters.

though bits of his costume are coming off.

“oooh, i can’t see through this thing!”

“oh.”

“oh no! the giant monster is moulting!”

rip that guy, i guess. upon attempting to recover his lost glove, pinky accidentally spikes his tail on a nearby building in the process.

“egad. i’m all a tangle!”

he gives it a yank, for good measure,

and ends up catapulting himself into the abyss.

the random man is back. “yesss, i see,” he says. what does he want? what is he doing here? please don’t smoke in front of me, sir. i have real bad asthma.

meanwhile, brain is making himself “the largest mouse on earth, and hero of the planet.”

donk.

this frame is terrifying so obviously i’m making everyone look at it.

“people of tokyo! do not fear! i, brainodo, have come to save you!”

i’m not sure they’re convinced. the army have shown up, by this point.

“it’s another giant monster! even more ugly than gollyzilla!”

rude.

brain suggests that, perhaps, he is actually an artificially enlarged labmouse here to save them from gollyzilla, and maybe they could thank him by making them emperor.

the military do not agree.

so, yknow, maybe it’s best that he goes to look for pinky.

“how can i save the city from gollyzilla with no gollyzilla!” yells brain, as he steps on a school bus and either, 1, kills like 40 children, or 2, ruins the setpiece for melanie martinez’s 2019 music video “wheels on the bus.”

(no one’s watching us don’t give a fuck wheels on the bus ou ou)

anyway it’s a good thing that pinky has decided to spontaniously burst out of this lake. man’s really commiting to the role, huh.

again, he’s having fun.

brain is less impressed.

after admonishing pinky for running off,

brain reminds him to “make the battle look realistic”. their plan, of course, depends on it.

TAKE THAT, YOU HORRIBLE BEAST

ouch.

pinky sure is putting a weird amount of effort into this battle. and pyrotechnics??? yeah.

bonk.

yeet.

as brain unflomphs himself, and prepares to strike back, pinky comes over to see what’s going on.

“scuse me, brain.”

“go away, pinky. can’t you see i’m fighting with pinky?”

“oh, but. wait.”

“how can you be fighting with me over there, if i’m over here?”

“it’s a very simple principle, pinky! it’s because!”

“that’s the real gollyzilla.”

and by the looks of things, he’s not very happy.

conclusion:

pinky’s first instinct, upon seeing The Real Gollyzilla (please stand up, please stand up) brandishing a building at them, is to pick brain up and flee in terror.

it’s very cute. he just scoops him up and nopes him away. not today, gollyzilla. not today.

gollyzilla, unfortunately, seems pretty bloody determined to make it today.

unfortunately, in his quest to deliver brain to safety, pinky walks right into a pylon.

bonk. they fall over. ):

and unfortunately, they fell directly onto what was once acmeshito labs, which activates the growth ray in the process.

it’s this guy again.

who are you??? what the fuck do you want?? why are you just smoking your pipe and looking at me like that and saying yesss, i seeeee. what do you see??? did the newslady send you??? what do you want from me??????